Quick Wear: Crazy Fox Calm Tree

The third floor of Zui Xiang Lou.

Mu Qing sat by the window, drinking his drink and looking down through the window.

"Master, what are you looking at? All the dishes have been served. If you don't eat now, they will get cold." Chunsheng put the dishes in place, and saw that Mu Qing didn't eat, but kept looking out the window, so he shouted in confusion.

"There are disaster victims coming in from outside." Mu Qing said lightly, then turned around and picked up the chopsticks to pick up a piece of food.

"What! Disaster victims? Where are the victims?" Chunsheng shouted in disbelief. Halfway through, he quickly covered his mouth and asked in a low voice.

The situation in the south had been resolved half a year ago, so even if there was something wrong, it shouldn't have been delayed until now. Besides, they had already built the dam before the flood, so there was no flood.

As for the snowstorm in the north, although it is said to be very serious, didn’t you discuss countermeasures with Lord Qin not long ago?

He estimated that by this time, the relief money should have been transported to the north. How could there still be refugees, traveling thousands of miles to the capital?

"It's on the street over there. I estimate they will be here in half an hour." Mu Qing finished chewing the food in his mouth and pointed in the direction of the east gate.

Chunsheng ran to the window in surprise and looked in the direction Mu Qing pointed. Although it was a little blurry, it seemed that there were some people in ragged clothes walking this way. They didn't look like ordinary people, but they didn't seem to be beggars either.

Chunsheng squinted his eyes and looked hard to see them clearly, but because the distance was too far, everything was always blurry.

"Master, they don't look like they are here to appeal for justice." Chunsheng retracted his gaze, rubbed his sore eyes, and said in confusion.

"Indeed not." Mu Qing smiled, picked up the wine glass beside him and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Young Master, drink less. Drinking too much will give you a headache." Chunsheng saw that Mu Qing had not eaten much yet, but was drinking one glass after another, and he did not care about the group of refugees, so he immediately came over to stop him.

"It's okay, it's just fruit wine, it's not intoxicating." Mu Qing shook the wine in his hand and said.

"I'm not afraid of you getting drunk. The young master has always had a good alcohol tolerance. But if you drink any more, you will have stomachache and headache when you wake up tomorrow morning." Chunsheng put the wine pot aside and brought a few plates of easy-to-digest dishes to Mu Qing.

"How come you've become a housekeeper at such a young age? You're even more nagging when I take you out than when I take Cuiqi out. If people don't know, they would think I'm taking a wet nurse!" Mu Qing couldn't help but complain when he looked at Chunsheng.

Chunsheng rolled his eyes after hearing this, his face full of helplessness.

"Master, who is the reason why I am like this now?"

Who is so careless all day long, knowing that he should not be involved in peach blossoms, but still likes to eat peach blossom cakes?

Who likes to go to the water even though he knows he can't swim?

Who likes to sit on trees or walls even though he obviously can't climb trees?

Who was so weak when he was a child, but still liked the cool breeze, opened the window in the middle of the night, and kicked the quilt?

Who was it that, knowing clearly that one should not eat spicy food or watermelon or pear while taking medicine, still took these things to bed and ate them secretly, causing his illness to not get better and for him to have to take medicine for ten more days?

Mu Qing looked at Chunsheng's sad eyes, turned away embarrassedly, and started eating the food with big mouthfuls.

Haha, when Chunsheng first came, he seemed quite shy.

After eating, Mu Qing sat in a chair and drank tea while digesting the food.

At this time, there was a commotion downstairs. Mu Qing looked over and saw a group of disaster victims talking to the waiter at the door of the store, but the waiter looked a little impatient.

Seeing their haggard faces and tired eyes, Mu Qing's heart moved. He put down his teacup and said to Chunsheng, "Give some silver to the store downstairs and ask them to prepare some food."

Chunsheng followed Mu Qing's gaze and immediately understood what he meant. He nodded and ran downstairs to talk to the waiter and the others. Afterwards, the victims looked up at Mu Qing with gratitude on their faces, and some even bowed to him.

Mu Qing immediately stood up, returned the salute, and looked at them with a smile.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Chunsheng came back with a few boxes in his hands.

“Master, those gentlemen asked for some dry food and water, and then left without entering the store to eat.

They let me take their place, thank you.

But they don’t seem to be disaster victims. They are very polite in what they say and do. Although their clothes are a little torn, they are still neat and tidy. They don’t look like refugees.”

Chunsheng looked at Mu Qing with a puzzled look on his face, his heart full of curiosity. Judging from the accents of those people, they were definitely from the north, but they didn't look like refugees fleeing famine. Could it be that they came here to visit relatives?

"They are indeed not fleeing from famine. The snow disaster in the north has been brought under control. The emperor has already sent people with a large amount of silver to provide disaster relief..." Mu Qing explained with a smile. Chunsheng nodded in sudden enlightenment. He didn't expect it to be like this. Then who are these gentlemen?

Mu Qing did not continue to answer his question, but stood up.

"Take the snacks we just ordered. We should go back."

"Yes, young master!" Chunsheng glanced at the sky outside and was shocked to realize that they had been out for too long. The day was short now, and if they delayed any longer, it might be dark.

The two of them walked downstairs slowly, with Mu Qing humming a ballad quietly. Just when they were about to get on the carriage and leave, Mu Qing suddenly smelled a very fragrant and familiar scent. He paused for a moment, and a hint of curiosity appeared on his face.

"What's wrong, Master?" Chunsheng saw Mu Qing standing there motionless, and asked in confusion, "Did you get a stitch in the side?"

"No." Mu Qing came back to his senses, with a curious smile on his face, and tapped Chunsheng's head gently with the fan in his hand, "Come on, the young master will take you to eat delicious food."

"Didn't we just finish eating?" Chunsheng's face was full of doubts. The young master was not like other young masters who just pretended to eat and drank some wine at most.

The young master really ate a lot. He ate 1/3 of the food on the table just now. It's not even half an hour, why is he hungry again?

"I just finished eating, and I found something delicious again. Do you want to come with me to take a look?" Mu Qing asked with a smile.

Chunsheng nodded. The young master might joke about other things, but when it comes to food, he trusts his young master very much. If the young master says something is delicious, then it must be delicious!