Bai Yueguang's substitute only wants salted fish

Fu Yichen is too used to the people around him leaving.

16 years ago, his uncle put him at the foot of the Shuangshan Mountain where the Moshuang Gate is located, and left without looking back. Three years ago, he said he wanted to join the army, but his master stroked his beard and said, "It's time to leave the army." He has never been seen again. A year ago, Qin Luoxiao was waiting for him outside the palace, and when she heard the word "King Jing", she waved his hand away without hesitation.

Today, Master's old friend Yao Jinsheng yelled at him, every sentence was justified.

Fu Yichen noticed the movement of probing behind him, and with a slight glance, he saw a look of pity on Qi Wenyao's face.The person he was protecting could not bear with a murderer who wanted to kill him, he should be angry, and he felt right to recall the past.

If Qi Wenyao could leave, he would have disappeared long ago.

Therefore, he didn't say the sentence "Do you think I killed Master Uncle?" before.The answer is obvious. Qi Wenyao is not afraid of Zhai Yichen, who is not afraid of sneaking up and sneaking up. He obviously doesn't think that Zhai Yichen is a murderer who beats people to death.It wasn't Zhai Yichen, it was him.

Fu Yichen didn't want to see Qi Wenyao's resistance and alienation, so he didn't look back, and silently listened to Yao Jinzhan's cursing.

Qi Wenyao held his hand.

Fu Yichen was stunned for a moment, then held him tightly.

The temperament changed drastically, where did he learn swordsmanship, why did he think that Di Yichen would say where Xiaoer was, why did he say the name of Grand Tutor Qi to the second elder brother of the Qi family, how could he have such good water skills... There are so many mysteries that he can't see through, so he is going to find out.

Now, Fu Yichen suddenly didn't want to check.

Qi Wenyao did not leave, and stayed by his side well.

That's it.

An hour later, Fu Yichen set off for the eastern suburbs near Jinxingzhou, where the most victims were.

The eastern suburb is very close to the three severely affected villages. The flat and wide terrain is suitable for setting up porridge sheds, and it also prevents those urban residents who have not been affected by the disaster from being greedy for petty gains.The porridge shed is very large, and it is ready to cook and deliver. There is also a shed to keep out the rain and rest, which can be regarded as a shelter for the victims with food and shelter.

Qi Wenyao looked at the crowd of disaster victims crowded under the big shed, and felt that the soft and comfortable carriage could no longer sit, "Let me get down."

"Okay." Fu Yichen took his hand.

When they got out of the carriage, they heard shouts.Qi Wen looked over, at first glance, there were mud bumps of different sizes growing on the dusty ground, but when he looked closely, he found that those "mud bumps" were people with arms and legs who could shout, and he felt sore, "It's so miserable. "

Qi Wenyao lived in a safe city before crossing, and he would donate money and pay attention to disaster relief news when disasters occur.He thought he was a person who had seen suffering in the world and was able to bear it well, but he realized how shocking he was when he saw the vivid picture with his own eyes, and he almost froze in place.

Fu Yichen knew at a glance that he would not stay in peace, "Let's serve porridge together?"

Qi Wenyao glanced at the porridge place.

The gruel cooker moved extremely fast, and the spoon was flipped and filled several bowls in an instant.Even so, the victims are pleading wave after wave, never stop.The porridge should be given out quickly, and the heart should be hardened. If you meet someone who is suffering and wants more, you should be ruthless and refuse, otherwise there will be several fewer people who can eat this pot.

Qi Wenyao thought he didn't have such skills, so he fell in love with the porridge place, "Can I go there?"

The work that can be done in the porridge cooking place is tiring and unclean. Cutting firewood to make a fire, cooking porridge and serving porridge, will get dirty all over if you are not careful.He realized this after he finished speaking, and quietly looked at Fu Yichen's face: it doesn't matter if you are tired, but being dirty is clearly going to annoy Fu Yichen.

For the first time, Fu Yichen actually agreed, "Well, be careful."

"En!" Qi Wenyao responded readily.

This is a disaster-stricken place. They specially changed into plain-colored clothes and came over inconspicuously. It was only when they arrived at the porridge stall that they heard a strong cry.Fu Yichen's distributing porridge may not be very good, the main purpose is to give the people a little confidence that the imperial court will rescue the disaster, which is a kind of faith.

Anyway, instead of calling himself, Qi Wenyao ran over to find a place to cook porridge, and then understood why Fu Yichen agreed.

Here are all the guards brought by the palace, all of them are looking at him.

With so many people protecting him, the work Qi Wenyao can do is very simple and dispensable—stir the porridge once in a while to avoid sticking to the pot,

"Tsk." Qi Wenyao felt that there was no need to stir so diligently. He saw the young man next to him chopping firewood until his forehead was sweating, so he leaned forward, "Shall we change it?"

"Absolutely not!"

"You look down on me? Come on, the porridge is going to be mushy." Qi Wenyao was fed up with the feeling of being treated as a weak and sick man, so he worked harder and grabbed the axe.

The porridge is mushy, and scolding seems to be quite serious.The young man ran over to stir it, sweating while stirring, not because he was suffocated by the steaming heat of the porridge, but because he was anxious-what if such a big ax hurt the prince's heart that he hugged in his arms every day?

Qi Wenyao didn't need others to worry at all, he just raised his ax and slashed cleanly.

The firewood is cut off, and the section is quite beautiful.

"Ha!" Qi Wenyao was proud and wanted to get thicker firewood.

"My lord." Wei Quan came to his side at some point and snatched the ax away, "Be careful of the injury."

Qi Wenyao stood up and looked at Wei Quan who was a head taller than him, knowing that he couldn't grab it, "Okay."

Wei Quan turned his head to find the young man by the pot, and a stare was worth more than a thousand curses.The young man shuddered, and rushed back to take the axe. He didn't dare to stop chopping wood for a while. The sweat on his forehead became more intense, and his cheeks turned red from being overwhelmed.

"Sorry." Qi Wenyao said.

The young man didn't dare to raise his head, he only had firewood in his eyes.

After a pot of porridge is cooked, Qi Wenyao will not be able to do the tiring work of moving to the stall.Qi Wenyao became an idler again, sighed, and followed the pot of porridge to the stall, wanting to intercede with Fu Yichen.

At least explain, don't bother that young man just now.

"Yichen," Qi Wenyao called out.

There are too many people called Wang Ye, and he is the only one named Yichen.

Fu Yichen turned his head, but he didn't take the initiative to approach him as usual.

Qi Wenyao was surprised when he saw the dirty marks on Fu Yichen's hands, "This is..."

"Children are not sensible." Fu Yichen said.

Qi Wenyao saw the child licking the bowl not far away, and understood.

Just now when the porridge was served, Fu Yichen welcomed several children.A child doesn't know what a prince is, but he knows that he is so hungry that he can't bear it, and stretches forward desperately with his dirty little hands.The porridge was still hot, Fu Yichen would not allow the child to be scalded, so he had to hold his little hand to persuade him.Not only are the clothes dirty, but the hands are not clean either.

"Oh, it's justifiable." Qi Wenyao took the initiative to help Fu Yichen pat the sludge on his sleeve.

Fu Yichen frowned, "Be courteous for nothing."

"..." Qi Wenyao snorted, "I have something to do. Let me do something else."

"Go back to the carriage and wait."

"except this."

"Go feed the porridge." Fu Yichen really assigned him a job, "Over there."

Qi Wenyao looked over and saw a woman blowing porridge to feed her child.

There is a small enclosed circle over there, which is a place for the disabled, the elderly, and children with women.They don't need to take the porridge by themselves and are not afraid of being robbed by others, but sometimes they can't even take care of themselves.For example, the woman Fu Yichen refers to has two children who are waiting to eat, one after another shouting that they are hungry and crying.

Being a babysitter is also better than being idle.Qi Wenyao went over to help, and after he finished helping, he fanned the porridge for the old man next to him.

He helped one by one, and got a lot of thanks.

"Thank you, my lord." Some people even cried, "Great, great kindness..."

Crying and crying, choking myself.

Qi Wenyao was helpless, "Slow down."

"You are..." A white-haired old man suddenly said, "Young Master Xiao?"

The white-haired old man was considered a half-patient, with a lame leg, which did not prevent him from eating porridge.Probably because he felt that he was fine, the white-haired old man stayed away from these old, weak, sick and disabled, sat and ate, and helped others like Qi Wenyao after eating.

Where the white-haired old man is, Qi Wenyao will not go there, and go elsewhere to take care of those in need.The same was true for the white-haired old man. He didn't come back until someone called out for pain and needed to see a doctor, and had a face-to-face meeting with Qi Wenyao.

As soon as they met each other, the white-haired old man was stunned and called out Qin Luoxiao's name.

Qi Wenyao's smile froze on his face.

"It's you!" The white-haired old man was happy to himself, "Young Master Xiao! I finally saw you!"

Qi Wenyao came back to his senses, took two steps back to avoid the touch of the white-haired old man, "I'm not Mr. Xiao, you've got the wrong person."

"Really?" The white-haired old man looked him over and over again.

Qi Wenyao pointed to his eyes, "Young Master Xiao has a mole here, but I don't."

The white-haired old man took a look, but became more certain, "There is a mole! It's just a little shallower."

Qi Wenyao was annoyed, "It's not a mole, it's..."

He couldn't explain it.The imprint is left by the original body's long-term mole. It is light and faint, and it can be said to be a mole or not.

"Young Master Xiao, everyone knows that you don't leave your name behind when you do good deeds." The white-haired old man said earnestly, "It's okay if you don't admit it. We know in our hearts who we have received, and we will pray for you every day in the future."

The people next to him echoed: "Yes, Mr. Xiao is so kind." "So this is Mr. Xiao!" "We will remember you for the rest of our lives."

Qi Wenyao was very uncomfortable.

He hardly slept last night. He followed Fu Yichen in the carriage and endured the bumps all the way to rescue the disaster. He tried his best to help the victims. He didn't even complain about being spit out by a child.

So much hard work, in exchange for embarrassment that is difficult to explain?

Qi Wenyao didn't want to leave his name, and he didn't want to be regarded as Qin Luoxiao.

That's all for Fu Yichen to do, why do other people point to him and call him "Mr. Xiao"?

Qi Wenyao was so angry that he didn't want to say anything.He put away his smile and didn't respond to those people's praise and thanks. He felt the bitterness in his heart spread to his whole body, and he almost exhausted all his strength.

He turned around numbly, and shuffled towards the direction of the carriage, not even knowing when he got on the carriage, and when he sat back in the position when he came back.

Suddenly it began to rain heavily outside.

Qi Wenyao heard the thunder and glanced out from the small window of the carriage.Bean-sized raindrops fell on the wet ground, muddy water splashed, and everyone was in a mess.He belatedly realized that he must also be covered with mud, and looked down, only to realize that something was missing from his waist.

He woke up with a start.

The jade pendant with the word "Xiao" that Fu Yichen gave was missing.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-01-1410:52:04~2020-01-1511:40:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 sound defect;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!