The general went out again at night + extra episode

Strange woman, oh strange woman, it would be nice to see her more often.

Yang Xiyu withdrew her gaze and put away the ingot of gold left by Cai Zhujun on the table. When her gaze fell to the ground, she accidentally saw something, she paused, and the laughing expression on her face suddenly stopped.

Then, a surprised word came out of her mouth: "Huh?"

Yang Xiyu's brows were filled with doubts, she squatted down, stared carefully at the position where Cai Zhujun stood just now, and held her breath.

There was not even a drop of water stains in that place.

Regardless of the dirty dust on the ground, Yang Xiyu stretched out his palm to caress that place, then raised his hand again, and put his palm in front of his eyes.

There is a lot of dust and sand on the white palms, but there is no wetness...

That person came from the heavy rain, the bamboo hat was wet, the coir raincoat was wet, and the soles of her feet should also be wet, but how could the place where she stood be dry and water-free?

Chapter 51 Doing Good (Vice CP)

"Cai Zhujun." Yang Xiyu muttered the name again, her eyes half-closed, her expression was not as ugly as before, although there were many doubts, she and Miss Cai would meet again, and the fog would slowly clear away .

Standing up straight, Yang Xiyu took a cotton cloth and wiped his hands clean, then went into the warehouse and counted the clothes Miss Cai bought.

At three o'clock, Feng Ping came back and said that everything went smoothly as she wished.

Yang Xiyu sat on the large grand teacher's chair, half leaning her body, holding a cup in one hand, blowing hot tea with the lid in the other hand, and sniffed casually: "Where does Miss Cai live?"

Feng Ping truthfully said: "The Zhaoyue Residence in the south wing was chosen by Miss Cai herself."

"Zhaoyue Residence?" Yang Xiyu stopped drinking tea, looked up at Feng Ping, and asked in puzzlement: "Zhaoyue Residence is so remote, how did she choose to go there? Tell me in detail."

"According to Guanshi Wang, Ms. Cai made a request of "quietness". He found a few rooms and took Ms. Cai to see them one by one, but Ms. Cai didn't like these rooms. In the end, she went around the mansion for a long time. Circle, when passing by Zhaoyue Residence, Miss Cai took a fancy to this one. The Zhaoyue Residence was lived by Aunt Wu who grows vegetables. After she passed away, it has been vacant, no one lives in it, and there is little care inside The house was full of dust. Miss Cai wanted this room, but Manager Wang didn't dare to persuade her to change it. He was afraid of offending the girl, so he decided to leave the house, so he couldn't explain it to the lady. Later, Manager Wang found servants to clean it, and everyone arrived. I went to live, but was driven back by Miss Cai."

"You can't stay in so many good rooms, why go to the dirty Zhaoyue Residence? Miss Cai's behavior is really incomprehensible." Yang Xiyu folded her arms: "When will she go to the victims' place?"

"I don't know."

"Is our rice porridge ready?"

"Okay, it's loaded into the carriage."

"The two hundred pieces of clothes from the cloth shop are also ready, and they will be transported together. We will go to give out the porridge first. The clothes will be placed in the carriage for the time being. Don't worry about them. When Miss Cai comes, let her handle it herself."

"it is good."

The rain-drenched road was muddy, and the carriage traveled slowly. It took a full hour and a half from the inner city street to the suburban temple.

Yang Xiyu lay in the spacious carriage and took a nap for a while.In a daze, she dreamed of a cold and strange woman.The woman's waterfall-like long hair was covered with blue flowers, and she was wearing an azure skirt, which dragged the floor, covered with vines and surrounded by green leaves.

Those blue flowers and green leaves seem to have been connected to spirituality, lying quietly on the hair and clothes, shaking slightly with the owner's steps.Regardless of movement or stillness, this person's whole body seems to be surrounded by an alienated fairy energy, and no one else can get close to him.

Yang Xiyu watched her slowly approaching him, a gust of wind blew on his face, bringing a refreshing fragrance of flowers.Before she opened her mouth to call out the name of the immortal person, a slender vine wrapped around her neck.

In her sleep, Yang Xiyu frowned tightly, sweating profusely.

"Miss, we're here." The carriage drove under the eaves of the resettlement office, and the coachman knocked on the door frame of the carriage, saying respectfully.

Yang Xiyu opened her eyes and raised her hand to wipe off the dense sweat on her forehead. The moment she woke up, that weird dream gradually became blurred.

Yang Xiyu sat up, lowered her head and thought about it carefully, but the dream seemed to have wings, flying farther and farther, and she couldn't catch it no matter what.

"Miss?" There was no response, and the coachman called again softly.

That's all, it's just a dream, if you can't remember it, you can't remember it.

Yang Xiyu straightened her clothes, opened the car door, and stepped down on the small ladder set up by the coachman.The place where the disaster victims were resettled was a temple that had been in disrepair for a long time. The temple was not big, and the feng shui was not good. It had been abandoned for many years.

It's a small place, and you can see all the scenes inside when you raise your eyes.The small temple was crowded with people, black and dense, their clothes were torn, torn, and unkempt.

The official yamen issued simple straw mats, which were spread directly on the damp ground. There were no cushions, no mattresses, and only this mat was useless.

There were a lot of disaster relief money issued by the imperial court, but they were deducted step by step, and in the hands of the common people, there was only this straw mat and porridge with a few grains of rice floating every day.

Yang Xiyu stepped into the resettlement place, and the servants of Yang's mansion lifted the wooden bucket containing porridge water and steamed buns and placed it behind her.The eyes of those thin-faced victims should have been filled with excitement, but when they looked at the group of people, they were full of hostility. They straightened their backs, clenched their fists, and grabbed all the weapons and sticks beside them, holding them in their hands. hands.