Lord, I heard that you are bent? [rebirth]

In the direction of the city gate, soldiers in twos and threes were coming here, with wounded on their backs or arms.

Duan Hongjing said lightly: "Go and help."

The servants hurriedly put down what they were doing, and rushed up to help.

Even a few younger doctors ran over to check on the injury.

When they approached, everyone saw the embarrassment of everyone.

The wounded were all covered in dust, with more or less wounds on their heads and bodies.

The bloody wound was mixed with dust, making it even more embarrassing.

The soldiers were also covered with dust and dirt.

The wounded were placed on the grass one by one, and the servants and doctors took over immediately and hurried away.Seeing someone taking over, the soldiers turned around and ran back into the city without saying much.

After putting down the wounded, one of the soldiers looked around and saw Duan Hongjing and the others. After thinking about it, he ran up to them and bowed his hands: "My lords."

Duan Hongjing glanced at his red eyes, and raised his hand: "Excuse me, but what's going on in the city?"

"Lord Niu asked me to report the situation in the city to several adults."

"Please say."

Li Jinqiu, who had just bandaged his broken leg, struggled to sit up and stared at him.

"In the city, the walls and houses have basically collapsed. The adults said that if you go in to rescue people, you must pay attention to avoiding the roots of the walls that have not collapsed. Also," he choked, and seemed to be unable to continue. , "The west of the city has subsided, Mu Shui..."

"Quickly tell me, what happened to Mu Shui?" Li Jinqiu asked eagerly, with great panic in his heart.

The soldier raised his dusty sleeves, wiped his eyes, and sniffled: "The west of the city is submerged, and Mushui changed its course and flowed directly to the west of the city. Master Niu and Master Niu only had time to save a few people..."

Li Jinqiu opened his mouth as if struck by lightning, but was speechless for a long time.

The west of the city is a morning market...

Well, so many people...

Zhang Zhaoxu couldn't bear to turn his head away.

Bai Zhi, Ting Feng and the others couldn't help weeping softly.

The four guards also had red eyes.

Duan Hongjing clenched his fists and took a deep breath: "Continue."

The soldier's voice was trembling, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Master Niu said that the water level is gradually rising, so everyone should not approach the west of the city. If necessary, go around the north gate and go upstream to get water."

Duan Hongjing nodded: "Don't worry, we will pay attention."

"Also, there are many seriously injured people in the city. If they move rashly, they will definitely... But if they don't care, they will..." He pursed his lips, "May I ask how to deal with it?"

Duan Hongjing nodded: "Don't worry. I have asked someone to prepare a simple stretcher, and it will be delivered in a while."

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, bowed his hands and said goodbye, turned around and secretly wiped his eyes.

Duan Hongjing panicked.

Li Jinqiu took two quick breaths, beat his chest and cried loudly: "Oh my God! Why did we let the people of Xining suffer such a catastrophe?! What did we do wrong!"

Duan Hongjing remained silent.

In the past few days, he has been suffering in his heart.

Knowing this in advance, he can do too little.

He can prepare food and medicine in advance in the name of a merchant, and can let Daniel come to protect the soldiers in advance, but he cannot evacuate the crowd in advance.

Yes, he can rely on his status as the prince to find a reason to drive people out of the city.

Afterwards, he even got a few compliments.

But what about the passing of time?

It is most difficult to understand the emperor's heart, and it is even more difficult to block Yoyo's mouth.

The road he will take in the future will be extremely difficult.

He can't and doesn't want to let the person he cherishes suffer the consequences of his willfulness while being criticized for him.

He's done what he can.

He squeezed his palm tightly and told himself so.

"master."

He came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

Doctor Jingjiejing, who was in charge of the team of doctors, cupped his hands: "The wounds of the wounded are mostly covered with dust and need to be washed with water. Our own water storage is running out, and we need to trouble Your Highness to send someone to fetch some water as soon as possible."

Duan Hongjing nodded: "I will arrange it right away. Thank you for your hard work."

Jingjie sighed: "In the face of great difficulties, there is no need to talk about hard work. Your Highness is so righteous, and I can't do it. I only hope that I can do my best." Without waiting for Duan Hongjing's reply, he cupped his hands, turned and went back to continue busy.

Duan Hongjing didn't care either, and turned around and ordered Tingfeng to arrange the matter, thinking for a while: "I guess we will have to stay here for a while. Then arrange a few people to go to Zhuangzi to load some daily necessities such as bowls, buckets, basins, etc. come over."

Listen to the wind and go.

After a while, several bullock carts left here and headed to the upper reaches of Mushui and Zhuangzi in the north of the city.

From the city gate to here, the short journey is full of soldiers or palace guards in a hurry.

The guards have already made a batch of stretchers and rushed to the city.

The first batch of seriously wounded with missing arms and legs was brought back.

In this open space temporarily used as a rescue camp, the number of injuries gradually increased.

Fear, panic, despair, sadness are all on the bloody faces...

From nowhere, low sobs began to sound.

"Mother, I haven't had time to be filial to you..."

"Damn ghost, why did you leave me alone and leave like this!"

"Ah Hui, Ah Hui..."

"Ah, my son..."

……

The sadness couldn't stop spreading.

Duan Hongjing glanced at the servants who had less than 30 people left. Some were busy cleaning the wounds of the wounded, some were helping the doctor, and some were boiling medicine on a few simple stoves.

The bullock cart that happened to fetch water came back.

Duan Hongjing looked at the sky, thought for a while, and stood up: "Listen to the wind."

After Ting Feng came over, he arranged it like this.

After a while, those who were less injured and still able to walk were led to a low-lying area.

After washing their hands and faces with water, these people were distributed to some clean cotton cloths and arranged to work next to the doctor.

The women with a little bit of cooking skills were gathered together, set up a few more stoves, and started kneading and kneading noodles hummingly.

There are several fire stoves, and a large pot is set up to start cooking porridge.

Some of them had wounds on their legs but did not hinder their movement. They took the job of boiling medicine and carefully added wood to the fire.

Only then did the servants free up their manpower to go around collecting dead branches and firewood.

For a while, except for the seriously injured people lying down, everyone was busy.

Sadness also seems to dissipate a lot.

When the pots and pans on Zhuangzi arrive, the kneaded noodles are almost awake, and they can be baked directly in the pot.

After a while, the aroma of porridge and cakes began to fill the air above the open space.

According to Duan Hongjing's instructions, the chef who followed him to Xining prepared several bamboo baskets, or filled them with water bags filled with warm water, or stacked a thick stack of freshly baked pancakes.

One basket after another, they were carried onto the bullock cart.

The servant driving the car flicked his whip and ran towards the city wall with a thump.

The rest of the people, including Duan Hongjing, Zhang Zhaoxu, and Li Jinqiu, were given a pottery bowl of porridge.

After finally calming down, Li Jinqiu held the porridge bowl and looked at Duan Hongjing who was sitting beside him quietly drinking porridge: "Your Highness, actually you don't have to..." They drank porridge together.

Duan Hongjing shook his head: "It's okay. Those are all fake, it's better to let them hurry up and save a few more people."

Li Jinqiu's nose was sore: "Your Highness is righteous."

Duan Hongjing smiled wryly and stopped talking.

There was a commotion in that room.

"I also want to eat pancakes, so why do you let us drink this thin porridge at this time?" A man with a cotton cloth wrapped around his head stood up and yelled at the servants who were distributing the porridge.

"Everyone here, except the doctor, can only drink porridge." The servant of the palace replied calmly, "If you don't like porridge, you don't have to drink it."

"Obviously there are cakes in the pot. Moreover," the man pointed angrily at a line of bullock carts in the woods, "I saw that there is a lot of food there. We have suffered such a catastrophe, everyone is wounded, and we are not allowed to eat Are you full?"

That servant was dissatisfied, rolled up his sleeves and was about to argue with him, but his hands were suppressed.

Ting Tao stood there with a cold face: "Do you want pancakes?"

"Yes." Seeing that a handsome and thin half-grown boy stood up, the man's attitude became even tougher.He pointed to the strip of cloth on his head, "Did you see that? I was injured. Could it be that you can't even eat a dry biscuit?"

"Do you want to eat pancakes when you're injured?" Ting Tao asked repeatedly.

"Of course, otherwise, how could the wound heal?" The man waved his hand, "If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone. When is it time, and you still care about these foods, shouldn't you treat us poor people well?"

"You think so too?" Ting Tao swept around, and the eunuch's characteristic high-pitched voice floated in the air.

A few people whispered a few words.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

"This is really a big joke." Ting Tao laughed angrily, "You, you, how dare you say that you want to eat pancakes? Your relatives, neighbors, neighbors, friends, etc. are all still in the city Life and death are uncertain, and you are starting to fight over which one to eat?"

The man choked: "There are so many soldiers."

"How many soldiers are there? How many people are there in Xining Mansion? After leaving Xining Mansion, how many people are there in neighboring counties and towns? How many people can be rescued? It depends on just a few hundred soldiers. Since you know that they are rescuing People, why are you still ashamed to grab such a bite of food from them?" Ting Tao scolded angrily, "The food is saved by my master to feed so many people. Apart from these soldiers who worked hard to save people, even our master, your mansion Master Yin can only drink porridge, how can you have the face to say that you want to eat cakes? In my opinion, you people should not be rescued!"

Everyone who noticed the movement suddenly felt a little guilty.

The man looked around and saw that everyone was avoiding his sight, and suddenly became a little weaker: "W-who knows if your master is hiding in the sidelines and eating hot food. Who doesn't know the style of a dignitary!"

"You!" Ting Tao jumped up in anger, and was about to scold him when he was patted on the shoulder suddenly, and a large ordinary coarse porcelain bowl was handed in front of him.

He took it in a daze, and looked at the person who came out behind him: "Master."

Duan Hongjing nodded: "You did a good job, go and help me get a bowl of porridge, I didn't eat enough in the morning, and now I'm so hungry."

Ting Tao looked at Ting Feng and the two guards who were following behind him, bowed and ran to the porridge stove.

The man shrank his neck when he saw him coming out.

Duan Hongjing glanced around lightly: "I am the fifth prince of the current dynasty."

The man shuddered and fell to his knees with a plop.

All the people sitting on the ground, those who could get up, immediately knelt down.

Those who couldn't get up also bent over and didn't dare to look directly at him.

Duan Hongjing ignored them, and continued to point to Li Jinqiu and Zhang Zhaoxu who were looking at the two under the tree: "The one who broke his leg over there is your Governor Li, and the other is Yiyonghou's son. He withdrew his hand, straightened his sleeves slowly, "What we ate just now, someone must have seen it. So, what do you think about drinking porridge?"

"Whoever thinks he is better than me can ask for better food at any time. Otherwise, two meals a day, one bowl of porridge, nothing more."

"Of course, I'm not the kind of stingy person. If you are willing to go to the city, as long as you save one person, you can get a big cake. Otherwise," Duan Hongjing said with a sneer, shaking his sleeves and hands behind his back, "Why should I Good food for you? The food of the Lord does not feed white-eyed wolves, and drowns the Mushui in the west city, and there is no shortage of such a few lives."

Wu Ling, who was inlaid with black moiré patterns, was wearing a black bun with a simple and unadorned white jade hairpin, making the handsome man even more cold and stern.