In the evening, Wen Qingzhu finally finished talking to Beidou.
After coming out, I saw Uncle Zhong appearing at the door of the courtyard.
After he saw that Wen Qingzhu was fine, he cried and laughed for a while.
"It's really troublesome, Uncle Zhong. Now I need you to come here."
"Miss, why are you so polite? I'm lucky to be able to help you."
Wen Qingzhu took him to the house, looked at Beidou who was deep in thought inside and said, "Uncle Zhong, this is the person I want you to help take care of. He has lived in the forest for more than ten years, and many common sense are not clear, but He is learning slowly, but his habits and cognition cannot be changed."
Hearing her voice, Beidou stood up.
Wen Qingzhu asked someone to come over and introduced him: "This is Uncle Zhong. Xi'er will follow me from now on. If you have anything you don't understand, just ask Uncle Zhong."
After explaining what happened here, Wen Qingzhu returned to his residence.
I found that only Xi'er was sitting in the room in a daze, but Lu Tao was no longer here.
"Miss!" Xi'er stood up immediately.
Wen Qingzhu stepped into the room and walked over to let Xi'er sit down: "Where's Lu Tao? Why are you the only one here?"
"The young master came over just now and said he had something to discuss with her, so Sister Lu Tao left first."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu thought for a moment, I am afraid that there will be an uproar in the court today.
After waiting for a while, Lu Tao rushed back urgently.
She almost fell down when she entered the door, but luckily Xi'er was very skilled and even managed to hold her up.
"Miss, Mr. Su has sent a message! The emperor has put Mr. Yang Song in the prison!"
"What's the reason?" Wen Qingzhu's heart sank. It seemed that the situation in the capital was worse than she expected.
Lu Tao shook his head: "No! It's Master Su's handwriting. It looks a bit sloppy. King Rui already knows about it. Is there anything we can do about it?"
"No hurry, wait!" Wen Qingzhu guessed in his heart that what Jiang Yue didn't expect was that the Yang family was still alive.
At night, Tian Chong also rushed over.
He took an account book and presented it to Wen Qingzhu: "Miss, this is the income and expenditure of the industry in the past two years."
Wen Qingzhu took it and looked through it carefully.
She was somewhat surprised to find that her profits from gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were much higher than in previous years.
"Why did Wanbao Pavilion's business suddenly improve?"
Tian Chong replied: "Since King Rui left Beijing and King Ning took over the government, luxury has gradually increased in the capital. Merchants are the most discerning, and treasures from all over the country have naturally been brought to the capital."
"Prince Ning doesn't look like a luxurious person?" Wen Qingzhu was a little confused.
Tian Chong hesitated for a moment, but decided to speak out: "Miss, it's mainly Concubine Li and Princess Yijia. After Prince Ning's power rose, their food and clothing expenses were completely different from before."
"Concubine Li? Jiang Yijia?" Wen Qingzhu was very surprised, especially Jiang Yijia. Did she put most of her energy into these things
"Yes, and there have been rumors in the capital that the marriage between Princess Yijia and Master Fu Yu has basically been decided by default. Concubine Li collected these things to give Princess Yijia a dowry."
Wen Qingzhu thought carefully and rejected Tian Chong's statement: "There is something wrong."
There must be another reason for this.
However, Tian Chong didn't have access to people and things at the upper level, so it was natural that he didn't know.
"I asked you to come here. I need your help with something very important."
Tian Chong took a deep breath and bowed his head: "Miss, please speak."
Lu Tao took a brochure and handed it over: "From today on, you will stay in Kangcheng and try to transfer all the food to Luocheng."
"Yes." Tian Chong took the order and retreated.
The Chinese New Year is just a few days away, and in the first month of the year, the weather will only get colder.
At that time, the victims will find a way to come to the capital no matter what.
Jiangnan has always been prosperous, and Lingcheng has been replaced by a group of poor people. As long as there are no problems with the imperial envoys escorting the disaster relief money, there will basically be no major problems.
But here in the capital, the canal has been built.
Disaster victims have come in large numbers, but they cannot transform their labor force and they don’t have enough money. What should we do
It was late at night and the candlestick was almost burning out.
The scorched wick crackled, and Wen Qingzhu sat upright in shock.
There was a figure reflected at the door, looking a little lonely.
Wen Qingzhu looked over there and asked, "Who is outside?"
The figures outside moved, but no one answered.
Lu Tao walked over there and said, "I'll go take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure at the door spoke: "Sister, it's me."
Wen Qingzhu was speechless for a moment, but thinking that it was still snowing outside, he could only get up and go over.
When he opened the door, he saw Jiang Yuanhan, wearing a fox fur, standing in the corridor, with a layer of snow falling on his shoulders and head.
His lips were black and blue from the cold, and his eyes were dark and shiny under the light of the lamp.
But what surprised Wen Qingzhu was that behind him stood the trembling Zhao'er.
Wearing the clothes of a palace maid, she lowered her head and did not dare to complain.
Wen Qingzhu stepped aside and said, "You all come in."
He turned back to Lu Tao and said, "Pour two cups of hot tea."
After coming in and sitting down, Zhao'er refused to sit down no matter what, let alone take the hot tea.
Wen Qingzhu could only look at Jiang Yuanhan.
He glanced sideways at Zhao'er, who immediately took the green pottery tea cup and took two steps back.
Seeing Zhao'er drinking, Wen Qingzhu looked away and asked Jiang Yuanhan: "Why are you here now?"
"I'm busy during the day and my sister is also busy. I'm only free now, so I came here and waited." Jiang Yuanhan's tone was full of flattery and pity.
Wen Qingzhu felt his head hurt even more.
She lowered her eyebrows and was silent for a long time. Then she raised her eyes and said to him seriously: "Your Highness, do you know that you are King Rui of Daqi?"
"I know, but I am also my sister's Yuanhan." Jiang Yuanhan's tone became more and more aggrieved, and his eyes even flashed with silver light.
Wen Qingzhu closed his eyes and restrained all his emotions.
Maybe there are some things that need to be talked about.
"Did you understand what Grandma Zhao'er said?"
Jiang Yuanhan avoided Wen Qingzhu's eyes and moved his hands on his knees uneasily.
Wen Qingzhu said to him calmly: "But this is only part of it. My matter is more complicated than you think. As for Zhao'er?"
She glanced sideways and was so frightened that Zhao'er's hand softened and the tea cup fell to the ground.
Fortunately, there was a layer of wool blanket on the ground, and the tea in the cup was finished, but it just rolled down to the foot of Jiang Yuanhan's stool.
Zhao'er's face turned pale with fright, he knelt down, took the cup, and quickly retreated to the back.
He kept lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
Wen Qingzhu had seen everything before and after this. Zhao'er was not like this at all when he was not following Jiang Yuanhan.
She looked away and said solemnly to Jiang Yuanhan: "Did you know? If one day you and Fu Lie are really on the opposite side, I may die."
"Sister!" Jiang Yuanhan panicked. Zhao'er had never said anything about this.
Wen Qingzhu smiled and shook his head: "But don't worry, that's just a if. Now I will try my best to keep myself alive and keep you all alive too."
But Jiang Yuanhan still fell into an inexplicable panic: "That's not the case. Zhao'er never said anything would happen to my sister. Even if I die, my sister will not-"
"Yuan Han!" Wen Qingzhu interrupted, "Looking into my eyes, do you really think that what was predicted will definitely happen?"
Jiang Yuanhan was slightly startled. Thinking of some previous things, he thought that Zhao'er's words were not absolute.
"One more thing, you may also know, Fu Lie and I had a problem."
"What's the problem?" Jiang Yuanhan knew they had a problem, but never thought his sister would tell him.
The scene in front of Wangyue Tower once again appeared in Wen Qingzhu's mind.
Her expression became uncontrollably sad.
But soon, she suppressed these emotions.
Quietly he said to Jiang Yuanhan: "My beloved Fu Lie died in front of me in my previous life."
"Previous life..." Jiang Yuanhan murmured, obviously unable to understand her words.
Wen Qingzhu didn't want to explain much, and just said: "Maybe it was just a dream, but that dream was so real that I had to believe that Fu Lie died to save me, and I could only watch him die. Killing him The person is Jiang Yuancheng.”
"How could it be him? What on earth is sister talking about? How could he kill Fu Lie? Does the father not care? Where is the mother and concubine! Where is sister Dejia?"
"They are all dead, and you died in the cold palace earlier. In my previous life, I didn't even meet you."
There was a buzz, and Jiang Yuanhan was stunned.
Wen Qingzhu only wanted to tell Jiang Yuanhan one thing: "The person I want to kill most is Jiang Yuancheng, and he will also be your last enemy."
"The last enemy?" Jiang Yuanhan murmured to himself, but what he was thinking about was, why didn't he exist at all in his sister's previous life
Wen Qingzhu stood up, walked to the window, opened the window, looked at the increasingly heavy snow outside, and said, "The snow will not stop, it will cause a bigger snow disaster. On the Lantern Festival, 100,000 victims will come to the capital. What should you do then?”
"One hundred thousand victims? How come there are one hundred thousand victims? The news sent from various places is not so serious at all!" Jiang Yuanhan suddenly felt a pressure.
There were 100,000 victims who could reach the capital. How many died on the road or in their hometown
The cold wind blew in and poured directly into Jiang Yuanhan's collar.
He suddenly raised his head, and when he looked at Wen Qingzhu, his expression lost his usual innocence and calmness.
Wen Qingzhu turned his head, looked at him and said: "At this time in the previous life, King Ning and Jiang Yuancheng always chose to use the army to suppress. All the victims who tried to enter the city died, and Kangcheng became a mass grave where the souls of hundreds of thousands of people were buried. .”
"How could they do this!" Jiang Yuanhan couldn't stand still for a moment and supported the table with his hands before he stabilized himself.
Wen Qingzhu looked at him: "You have to be mentally prepared for this next thing. You only have half a month now."
"Sister...are there really 100,000 victims?" Jiang Yuanhan finally recovered some of his sanity. How could there be so many victims
"Of course, for some information, you have to send your own cronies to check it out. You have no chance this time, but there is someone who can help you."
"who?"
"Jing Yinuo."
Jiang Yuanhan thought for a moment and understood instantly.
Jing Yinuo is a businessman, and he is related to the Shen family.
According to his investigation, the Shen family's business is spread all over the world, and they can get more real news.
Local officials will try their best to conceal it for the sake of their own reputation.
Once a disaster occurs, businessmen are more alert than officials and will prepare earlier.
"Now you must contact Jing Yinuo. Prince Ning has deployed many people across the country. I think the information I get from him will be much more real than what you get."
That night, Wen Qingzhu didn't sleep well.
I kept thinking about it in my mind, Jiang Yuanhan's eyes were so heavy when he left.
If you think about it carefully, Jiang Yuanhan is only in his teens.
Will letting him go through this really not crush him
It was almost dawn before Wen Qingzhu fell asleep.
But after a while, there was a knock on the door.
It was Xi'er's voice: "Miss, Mr. Jing has sent you a letter."
When Wen Qingzhu opened his eyes, he saw Jing Yinuo's letter