The death of various Cao officials spread throughout Yuezhou.

Several people hanged themselves from the beam at the same time, strange ghosts appeared, and everyone in the market was shocked.

Rumors kept spreading in the streets and alleys.

In the afternoon of the next day, the Yamen posted a notice to calm the people.

Since we are Anmin, we will not disclose all the details of the case. We only say that some of the prisoners detained in Yuezhou Prison escaped. A group of desperadoes got together to cause trouble in Zuixian Pavilion. They raided Yuelai Inn at night and committed murder and arson.

He committed all kinds of evil and has been arrested and brought to justice.

Several Cao officials neglected their duties and committed suicide to avoid disaster, and they deserved their punishment.

In the end, it ended with the governor taking the blame and resigning.

When Xin Yi got the news, he was already on the way to Jingjiang Mansion with Fu Jiuqu.

The carriage was speeding along the bumpy official road, and the dust was billowing.

It was summer, and the sun was blazing. Sitting in the carriage, Xin Yi was like a steamed fish in a stuffy pot, with sweat on his forehead and even his clothes were wet.

"Brother Ninth, is this case just settled?"

Fu Jiuqu saw her frowning and frowning. He thought she was afraid of the heat, but he didn't expect that she was thinking about the case, and he couldn't help but be startled.

"What else?"

Xin Yi glanced at him, feeling slightly uneasy.

"When I think of the talisman that was fed to Mitosuke, I feel a lingering fear. Do you think this is the same group as those who played tricks on my medicine and poisoned Prince Duan of Dali?"

Fu Jiuqu played with his jade fingers with a half-smile.

"Hard to say."

This answer is worse than not answering.

Xin Yi glanced at him, and the dissatisfaction quickly disappeared in the handsome face of Guangling County Prince.

This guy's face is more dazzling than the blazing sun in the sky.

"That's all, far water can't save the near fire. Even if we have doubts in our hearts, there is nowhere to check in this far away world. I hope that after we leave, the Junjun and his wife can live in peace..."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lightly, his eyes burning and warm.

"You should take care of yourself first."

Xin Yi said: "What's wrong with me?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "The carriage is too slow. If we want to catch up with the army, we have to travel day and night. If it doesn't work, I'm afraid we have to abandon the carriage and ride..."

His eyes flickered and he looked at Xin Yi worriedly.

"Can Eleven endure such hardship?"

Xinyi grew up under the red flag and had never experienced such hardship. She was not sure whether she could endure it.

But she refused to hold Fu Jiuqu back, so she smiled bravely and agreed readily.

"Don't look down on people. If you can bear it, I can bear it."

Fu Jiuqu chuckled, his tone was gentle.

"We'll see."

Xin Yi thought he would persuade her to stay or return to Beijing, but Fu Jiuqu just smiled faintly and gave up.

In the days that followed, Xin Yi truly experienced the pain of marching.

At first I thought that if I was traveling in a carriage, no matter how tired I was, I could just sleep in the carriage. It was just a little bumpy, the food and clothing were simpler, and my life was a little more inconvenient. If I was very tired, I would be fine just by taking a nap.

Moreover, Fu Jiuqu took pity on her. The carriage was covered with mats, dry food was prepared, and even mosquito repellent water was available. No matter how difficult it was, there was no limit to the difficulty.

All the way to the border of Yongzhou, the road conditions became worse and worse...

The carriage bumped as if it was ten feet high. Xin Yi felt dizzy and vomited. When it was severe, it seemed as if his stomach and gallbladder were about to vomit out.

"eleven."

Seeing that she still didn't mention stopping to rest, Fu Jiuqu finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Find an inn to take a rest?"

"No need." Xin Yi shook his head.

"Then I'll send someone to take you back."

Xin Yi raised his pale face, looked at the sharp and cold eyes of Prince Guangling, and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"So the trap is waiting for me here?"

Fu Jiuqu quietly looked at the little lady lying on the mat panting, and sighed, with a look full of helplessness, "This kind of suffering is nothing compared to the battlefield. Why do you think you are suffering?"

Xin Yi hummed lowly: "Brother Ninth is avoiding the important and taking the easy."

She tugged on Fu Jiuqu's robe and slowly sat up, "You didn't dissuade or stop me all the way. You just let me follow you, and then drove on rain or shine. Are you just trying to make me retreat in the face of difficulties?"

Fu Jiuqu did not deny it, "Now I can still take care of you, but when I go further south, I won't have that much energy. Eleven, I can't bear to see you suffer."

Xin Yi forced a pale smile.

"I'm just motion sick. When you get to Jingjiang Mansion, you can go meet the master and don't worry about me."

Fu Jiuqu frowned, "How can I ignore you? Eleven, be obedient and go back, okay?"

Xin Yi sighed quietly and laughed, "We have already reached Yongzhou, will it be too late for you to stop me again?"

Fu Jiuqu remained silent.

Xin Yi's guess was right. He didn't force Xin Yi to go back after coming out of Yuezhou, he just wanted her to retreat on her own.

How could a delicate little lady endure the pain of marching?

He sincerely wanted to practice Xin Yi.

It's a pity that he couldn't play hard, so he let her sit in a carriage instead of riding a horse all the way. In the end, the only one who couldn't stand it was himself.

"eleven……"

Fu Jiuqu breathed out slowly, as if he was enduring some emotion, and his voice became gentle and soft.

"I was wrong, just listen to me this time, okay?"

"Brother Ninth, look quickly -" Xin Yi interrupted him suddenly, stretched her neck to look over his shoulder, and opened a corner of the curtain.

Because of the intense heat, the car windows were open, but if the curtains were slightly lifted, everything on the official road outside could be clearly seen.

Under the sky shrouded by the scorching sun, there was not a trace of wind.

Yongzhou seems to have been in drought for a long time, and the air smells of the burning vegetation. There is no lingering wind, no passionate rain, no heading rice and lush crops, and there is no smell of harvest, only the raging drought

fields and dry riverbanks...

What is even more shocking is that on both sides of the official road, from time to time there are farmers carrying burdens, holding old oxen, and dragging their families and mouths, covered in sweat and walking silently...

Their eyes were full of confusion.

It seems like I don't know where I'm going or where I'm going.

But no one stopped the car to help.

They are naturally afraid of this kind of carriage that shows their power.

Watch silently and walk silently.

Everything seemed to be still.

If the curtain hadn't been opened accidentally during the jolt of the carriage, Xin Yi wouldn't even have been able to spot them.

"When it prospers, the people suffer. When it dies, the people suffer."

Xin Yi read this sentence subconsciously and found Fu Jiuqu staring straight at him. Then he thought that Fu Jiuqu, who grew up in the royal family and among the rich and powerful, might not be able to understand the taste of civilian life.

He would think that he was slandering his imperial uncle.

Xin Yi pursed his lips and said, "I wonder where these people are going?"

"When you are six years old, there is famine, and when you are twelve years old, there is famine. This year there is a severe drought in the south, the fields have no harvest, and Nong Zhigao invades. The people are short of food and water. The famine is difficult to survive, and the whole family has to go into exile..."

Fu Jiuqu's eyebrows were flat and his eyes were pale, and his voice was quite cold.

"Eleven is right. When things prosper, the people suffer; when they die, the people suffer."

This is not what she said herself...

Xin Yi swallowed subconsciously, but could not give an example to the poet who was not yet born, so he said awkwardly: "Brother Ninth can understand how difficult people's livelihood is. That is the blessing of the people. When you go to Beijing to convey military information, maybe you can tell the court

One or two?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "When Nong Zhigao didn't call, the government would open warehouses to release grain and help the victims, but now..."

He shook his head.

In the past few months, Nong Zhigao had conquered the city. Many of the defenders were frightened and fled the city. The Song Dynasty had successively dispatched Chen Shu on the Guangnan West Road, Yang Tian as the pacification envoy on the Guangnan East and West Road, and Yu Jing as the pacification envoy on the Guangxi Economic Strategy.
To be continued...