I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

"Girl, do you still understand him?"

Chunyu was puzzled and said, "You understand him, but who understands you?"

Wen Qingzhi smiled. "Lord Fang is dedicated to the people and never bears grudges against anyone because of personal grudges. He has been an honest official his entire life. He is in such a hurry because he wants to get to Jiangnan as soon as possible to save those poor people."

“We ate and drank lavishly at the post station yesterday. Even if Han Yan paid for it, he would feel bad.”

Wen Qingzhi sat up straight, "I'm afraid the money I spent last night can only keep those poor people alive."

"Can--"

"Lord Fang is a good official."

Wen Qingzhi interrupted Chunyu and looked at her, "There are not many good officials like him."

Fang Qingbai is a good official, but he is not a good person.

However, thanks to him, the people in the small mountain village were able to see the light of day again, and I owe him a favor.

...

The following days were almost free time for the horses to rest.

As soon as the horses are rested, they will set off.

When they were still one day away from Jiangnan, an accident happened - a horse died of exhaustion.

Everyone felt bad when they saw the horse dying of exhaustion.

The chestnut horse kept its eyes open until death, as if unwilling to give up.

Fang Qingbai stood beside it, his eyes solemn, his lips pursed, his sleeves hanging down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Master Fang, there's only one day left, and the horses are exhausted. Let the rest of the horses rest a bit..."

Some people couldn't bear it anymore and came to persuade them.

"If the horses die of exhaustion, we'll have no choice but to walk! A day's journey for a horse will take two or three days on foot. It's not worth it!"

Hearing this, Fang Qingbai turned around and looked over. At that moment, he seemed to have aged a few years.

He remained silent, his lifeless eyes sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the horse. "Take it away and dismember it, and then hurry on."

As he spoke, his steps became more light and buoyant. "The victims must have not tasted meat for a long time."

"..."

In an instant, voices of dissatisfaction broke out from the crowd.

"Is Fang Qingbai crazy? He tired the horse to death and wants to eat it?"

"Everyone says Lord Fang is ruthless and impartial, but now it seems that he has no humanity at all!"

"That's right, after all, this beast gave us a ride, yet he's so heartless..."

"Ah!"

A sneer broke out from the crowd again. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wen Qingzhi walking up to the horse with a long sword in his hand.

How can a girl hold a long sword?

What is she doing with the knife?

Wen Qingzhi walked towards the dead horse, raised the long knife in her hand, and stabbed it hard.

With a "puff", the tip of the knife pierced into the horse's body and bright red blood gushed out.

"Wen, Wen Qingzhi, are you crazy?!"

someone exclaimed.

"Crazy?"

A few drops of blood splashed across Wen Qingzhi's face, leaving her fair complexion looking like a plum blossom. She looked at everyone, "Didn't you hear what Lord Fang said? The victims haven't had meat to eat in a long time."

"It's already dead. Such a big horse, are we going to just leave it in the wilderness and let it rot?"

As she spoke, her hands continued to move.

"Han Shuo, Han Yan, come and help. Divide the items quickly and continue on your way."

"Yes, Miss Wen."

Someone who has been through a lot of killing wouldn't care if she did these things.

On the contrary, for people like Han Shuo and Han Yan, Wen Qingzhi's personality is more suitable for their temper.

“Horse meat is very nutritious.”

Wen Qingzhi said as she moved, "If I don't eat it, will I eat you?"

I really don't know what these people are doing here. They can't help at all except causing trouble.

waste.

Soon, they cut up the horse meat, packed it in wooden boxes, and continued on their journey.

Before leaving, Fang Qingbai sent someone to deliver a note to Wen Qingzhi.

There were two words written on it: Thank you.

Wen Qingzhi smiled when she saw the note.

"What did Lord Fang write?"

"nothing."

She washed her hands in a puddle nearby, changed into clean clothes, and continued on her way.

"I didn't see any disaster victims along the way. It's really strange."

According to their route, the first place they should arrive at should be Baicheng, which was the hardest hit.

I didn't see any disaster victims along the street, which was really strange.

"I don't know what happened. We'll find out when we get there."

After Wen Qingzhi and his group entered Baicheng, they saw traces of water everywhere.

Muddy streets, collapsed houses, and knee-deep water.

The whole city is dead and lifeless, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Occasionally a few crows fly by, leaving behind terrifying cries that make people's scalps tingle.

"What on earth is going on here? Where are the people from White City?"

Fang Qingbai stood in the water, looked around and asked questions.

"Come here, check every house!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers responded and dispersed to look for people in the city.

"Zhang Ye, go find the Lord of Baicheng and ask him to come over to see me."

Feng Yunxiao sat in the carriage and spoke through the thick cotton curtains.

"Yes."

Zhang Ye then disappeared into the crowd.

Soon, Zhang Ye came back and informed the news that the Lord of Baicheng was missing.

At this moment, the soldiers that Fang Qingbai had sent out to search returned and reported: "Your Excellency, there are no survivors in Baicheng."

"What do you mean?"

Fang Qingbai frowned, "Are they all dead?"

"The body has not been found either."

"That's strange. Even if there's no one there, there should be a corpse..."

"The Lord of White City is also missing. Could it be that they fled together?"

……

Everyone started talking about it, and Wen Qingzhi asked Han Yan, "Who is the Lord of Baicheng?"

Han Yan said, "It seems his name is Zhou Lingfei, and he was a military commander."

"What kind of person is he?"

"Not bad? Not much socializing."

That means that Zhou Lingfei is no one’s man.

"Lord Regent, what should we do now? Should we continue searching, or move on to the next city?"

"Send people to search within a ten-mile radius. If there's no trace of him, proceed to the next city."

"Just as the Regent says."

Fang Qingbai responded and immediately ordered people to go out and look for him.

There was a lot of water in the city, so the carriages had to find a high place outside the city to stop. Wen Qingzhi didn't get off the carriage, but sat on it, waiting for news.