Beiyang new warlord

"Sister Changping, why don't you say there is no one to complain?"

After yawning out of boredom, Chiyohime couldn't help but turn her head away helplessly.

The fine brush was moving rapidly in her hand. Among these people, only Chang Ping seemed to be able to maintain a positive mood. Anyway, for her, as long as she was not locked in the deep house compound, she would be a novelty anywhere.

Chiyohime's words made her stop writing for a while, tilted her head, and said with a calm smile: "We are not officials, why are they asking us for grievances?"

"Counting on those bastard officials?"

When mentioning this, Chiyoji became angry, pouted her small mouth angrily, and said disdainfully: "Yesterday, donkey meat was sold on the east street, and this one is Cuihonglou. The investigation has found women. them?"

"If you can't find anything here! It's not about losing face when you go back, who will trust our Imperial Capital Daily at that time!"

Standing up angrily, Chiyohime stretched her waist and walked into the small yard again, causing Changping to turn around in shock and ask, "Chiyo, where are you going?"

"I'm so worried that I'm getting old. Go back and apply a mask and have a beauty sleep! Call me when there's news!"

As his partner, Chang Ping couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, but soon he turned his attention to the door again. In June, the rice fields not far from the village were already green and the wheat was luxuriant. The buds are pumping, and the farmers are bending over and working hard to mow the weeds in the field.

"Maybe this is the peace that the emperor wanted back then?"

The rich greenery made Chang Ping take a heavy breath of refreshment.

Compared to the restless Chiyohime, her heart is full of calm. She received an orthodox Confucian education since she was a child, and she pays attention to the doctrine of the mean! Although she was very angry at the beginning, but when she really arrived, she didn't seem to see any people living in dire straits. For Changping, a peaceful and prosperous age is a good thing, more important than anything else.

As for returning to the capital without finding out anything, it doesn't matter. At worst, the editor-in-chief will stop working. Anyway, she is a woman, and it doesn't matter if she is an official or not.

After sitting for a day, his body was also tired. Taking advantage of the cool evening in May, he stretched heavily, and Chang Ping walked out of the yard leisurely and briskly.

"grown ups?"

The two guards at the door bowed heavily and asked softly, while Chang Ping waved his little hands indifferently: "I'm just walking around the village, there's no need to follow!"

In later generations, there is a program called Metamorphosis, which allows children in the metropolis and remote mountain villages to exchange living environments and experience each other's lives. Changping is now a bit like a child who has walked out of the city. On the road, everything is novel, she also goes to see people driving donkeys to grind noodles, strolls over to spin spinning wheels, and even has a look at the stinking pigsty, where a few big fat pigs are lying in the muddy ground , 呱味味味味 munching on the corn, noodles, and vegetables, she could follow her curiously for a long time, and then covered her little nose depressedly.

"This is a pig! It's so dirty, I will never eat pork again!"

Behind him, thick cooking smoke rose, and the sun gradually set to the west, and he was satisfied after walking around, Chang Ping stretched his arms, turned around and planned to go back.

But just a few steps away, she couldn't help but stop suddenly due to a clattering sound behind her, and turned around curiously, but there was a panicked expression on her little face.

Before I came here, I heard that there were mice in the country, but Changping was also pitiful. She had never seen a mouse when she grew up to such a big age. Hearing the rustling sound coming from the pigsty, she was a little scared and impatient. Curious, so he held up the corner of his skirt, poked his head, and looked back carefully.

The sight was terrible, and Chang Ping was so frightened that he clutched his chest and took a quick half step back. The thing should not be a mouse, it was half the size of a fat pig, with tattered fur on its body, and its face Arched into the pig stone trough, eating those corn noodles in a hurry.

What shocked Chang Ping even more was that after hearing her scream, the thing actually raised its head. Although its face was covered with dirt from pig food, it was clearly a human face.

It's a child!

"Hey, how can you eat pigs, how dirty! Hey! Where are you going?"

Even though he was small, he was extremely nimble. Amidst Changping's unbelievable screams, the black boy climbed over the fence of the pigsty and slipped out, disappearing into the lush wheat field at the edge of the village in a blink of an eye.

"Your Highness!!!"

After all, he is an important person, and the two secret whistles are still far away to protect him. Hearing Chang Ping's scream, a Liaodong soldier immediately ran over with a pistol. After assessing that there is no danger, he carefully checked Fist.

"What's the matter?"

"I just had a child who was eating pig food! Go and find out for me!"

This is simply unbelievable in Changping's world, clutching her small chest, she said in astonishment.

Chiyohime didn’t bring several carts of things for nothing, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, all kinds of high-quality spices, and a chef. In the countryside not far from the county town, you can also make a royal banquet. Fresh rural chickens lie comfortably in Jingdezhen official kiln porcelain urns, soaked in golden chicken soup, and the best mountain green vegetables are fried with dried abalone and prawns. I just had a comfortable sleep. He felt that Chiyohime filled the small bowl with chicken soup full of energy, and at the same time stuffed a bowl for Chang Ping, urging delicately.

"Sister Changping, drink it while it's hot. There's fish maw here, it's the most nourishing and beautifying!"

But at this time, he didn't have any appetite at all, and he would be stunned after holding the bowl. Changping suddenly asked curiously: "Chiyo, you said cornmeal mixed with vegetables, can people eat it?"

"Of course you can."

Chiyo's answer was somewhat beyond Changping's expectations. He was pouring chicken soup into his belly with a bowl, drinking a small amount of oil in his mouth, and wiping his mouth with his sleeve without being a gentleman. He said nonchalantly: "When I was young, I was snatched from Tieshan by that big robber of the master. At that time, the big guys were poor. When the spring was green and yellow, the corn that was broken last winter could only be turned out and ground into flour. The wild vegetables are mushy, but this food is really unpalatable, even Mr. Yuan can't eat it, but there is no way, if you don't eat it, you will starve to death."

"Fortunately, only this spring, the beginning of summer, the big bandit master brought back rice from the Wa country, and distributed it door to door. After that, I never ate corn batter again!"

But there wasn't too much sadness, and after finishing speaking in a hurry, Chiyohime picked up another oily chicken leg, ahhh, bit it down, and the comfortable pair of bright and bright eyes were all slit, but Changping was completely She couldn't eat anymore, holding the soup bowl, she couldn't help talking to herself.

"Do you have to eat if you are starving to death?"

I don't pay attention to many details on weekdays, but when I really calm down, I can't help but emerge. In the boudoir, I took a comfortable beauty bath again. Chiyohime hugged the pillow like a kitten and whimpered. Asleep, I don’t know if I thought of something delicious, and I still drool from time to time, spitting my mouth, sitting in front of the dressing table, while Chang Ping looked at the small quiet village downstairs with frowning eyes.

She finally thought of something wrong, this small village is too quiet!

Even in Mao Jue's White House, the guards would play billiards, smoke and chat in the lounge during their free time, but they have been in the village for six days, and the whole village is like dumb, working quietly, quietly After a while, she came out for a few times and wandered around. Except for the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs, she seemed to have never heard a single human language in the village.

And the eyes, used to be superior in the past, whoever saw her would lower her head nervously and humbled, but here she Changping didn't tie the princess seal on her hair, who knows her identity?Why does everyone have that look of vigilance and fear?

Not feeling sleepy at all, Chang Ping couldn't help but pushed open the door, and immediately rang the bell at the door.

"Your Highness!"

The two female guards went upstairs immediately, and hurriedly bowed their fists to greet her.

"Where's Sister Sakurahime? I have something to ask her!"

"Return to Your Highness, Lord Ying has something to do and has entered the county seat!"

This answer made Chang Ping frown uncontrollably.

Among Mao Jue's few women, the ones she is most unfamiliar with are Adelaine and Ying Ji. The former is a confidential secretary, and there are always a lot of things to be busy. Although Ji is Mao Jue's bedside person, the guard's responsibility is greater, and he often does some dark things for Mao Jue.

In the past few days, Yingji seems to be away most of the time. It seems that she has discovered something long ago, and she is not as late as she is.

In the quiet small village, the fragrance of wheat blowing in the evening wind is coming towards you, but in this seemingly too peaceful village, thick darkness seems to emerge faintly in Changping's pupils.

Demon-like fangs and claws!

Chapter 681. Shackles

Sometimes the villagers are the laziest and the most diligent. The sun just rises early in the morning, and the whole village is busy again. Every family gets up to cook, pack their farm tools, and prepare to go to the field.

Early in the morning, the imperial press corps from the capital also got busy. Before they had eaten, Chang Ping packed up the ink bottles and fine brushes for interviews, neatly packed a big package, and put Mao Jue The reporter hat that was given to her was put on neatly, looking full of energy.

Chiyohime, who couldn't be by her side, was not so energetic. The little girl was so sleepy that her eyes were squinted like a cat's, and she was yawning and covering her mouth.

"Sister Changping, do you need to go out this early in the morning? Let's, heh~, why don't we just wait for the news?"