she won't live to twenty

"Isn't your destination Jishan?" Wuming glanced at him and said calmly.

Nan Haomiao and his crew were also innocent people who were involved in the disaster, not to mention that he is a businessman at heart. He has done enough to save dozens of people on board today.Unless it was a last resort, neither Wuming nor Tang Chiyu would think of taking the food on his boat.

But Nan Haomiao shook his head, and said seriously: "The food on the ship is sent to Jishan, it's just a ship of goods, and our Nan's family will lose money. But if the food is used to save people, it will be a life, it can't be done. It is measured in money! You saved me back then, Your Highness, but it was just a matter of convenience, and today I want to use the food on the ship to help the victims, but it was just a matter of convenience, Your Highness, don’t feel guilty.”

"Okay." Wuming chuckled and nodded, "But the court will not let you suffer, and we will eventually compensate you at three times the original price of the goods."

Starting from the killing of Prefect Liang, the three of Wuming were equivalent to taking over his position in the city, so at this time Wuming was talking with Nan Haomiao on behalf of the imperial court.They didn't give Nan Haomiao a chance to refuse, so they turned around and hurried back to the inn to pack their things.

Wuming personally helped Tang Chiyu prepare a secret letter to be sent to the capital. Before leaving, he solemnly instructed: "Xiaoqi, this place is different from the Weibei military camp, so don't trust others at will. During the few days when Nanyue and I left, you were alone You must take good care of yourself in Fengcheng, and be careful in everything."

Tang Chiyu nodded seriously.

Wuming took the token of the Liang family, picked a good horse from the navy camp, rode into the mountains with Nanyue, and headed straight for Pingjiang.

……

Because of the torrential rain just a few days ago, the mountain road was very muddy, and the whole mountain was filled with the fragrance of mud after the rain.Different from Daxing Mountain, this unnamed hill has a simple terrain. Although there is plenty of rain in the mountain, the vegetation is very withered for some reason, and bandits cannot be hidden.

Since it was already night when they set off, Nan Yue felt a little sleepy after not walking for long.When Wuming felt that the little girl was dozing off on his back, he reined in his horse, changed his posture and gently hugged Nanyue in his arms, and continued walking along the muddy mountain road.

Near dawn, Wuming jumped off the horse, tied the horse to a tree, and carried Nanyue into the cave piled with boulders to rest for a while.

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight, and a scent of scallion oil entered Wuming's nose.

She opened her eyes and saw Nanyue sitting at the entrance of the cave, lighting a fire, and baking the scones they carried on their bodies.Nanyue looked at the scones very intently, and her movements were gentle. Looking out from the cave, it seemed that there was a layer of gold covering her side.

Realizing Wuming woke up, the little girl tilted her head and smiled at her: "Good morning, Wuming."

Wuming suddenly felt so soft in her heart, she slowly sat next to Nanyue, hugged her from behind, reached out to take the scone, and turned it over skillfully: "Good morning."

Nanyue tilted her head slightly.

The soft lips of the two brushed against each other lightly, without any lustful color.

"Little Nanyue, you actually know how to light a fire?" Wuming asked softly while turning over the bread.

"Hmm..." Nanyue hesitated for a moment and said, "I watched you and sister Qi make fire many times along the way, so I learned it slowly."

"It's amazing." Wuming broke off a baked pancake and fed it to Nanyue like a reward, "Ah——"

Nanyue opened her mouth obediently, but she didn't swallow the scone immediately, but lightly bit it and brought it to Wuming's lips.

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then bit off half of the scone.

Nanyue chewed the scones, with eyebrows and eyes curved, and said vaguely: "No matter what you eat, the first bite is the best."

So to share with Nameless.

Wu Ming held Nan Yue into his arms, rubbed her head vigorously, and the corners of his lips could not help but rise.

Afterwards, it was Nanyue who broke a piece of scone, fed Wuming a bite, and took another bite herself.Wuming closed his eyes lazily, enjoying Nanyue's care.

After eating the cakes, the two drank some water and continued on the road. When they passed a stream, they stopped to wash up a little.At this time, Wuming finally couldn't help it, hooked Nanyue's chin, brought her to his lips, and stuck out the tip of his tongue to taste it carefully.

But they didn't have much time, and Wuming just tasted the sweetness on Nanyue's lips, that's all.

When she set off again, Nanyue's ears were still completely red, she leaned softly on Wuming's arms, curling up her fingers shyly from time to time.

In the afternoon, the two finally arrived in Pingjiang County.Unfortunately, as soon as they left the mountain, drizzle began to fall in the sky, and the rain became more and more dense, and it tended to develop into a downpour.

Wuming bought an oil-paper umbrella on the side of the road in the small county town, covering Nanyue tightly.When buying an umbrella, Wuming inquired about the location of the Escort Bureau in the county seat by the way. Instead of rushing to Liang's house, she rode to the door of the Escort Bureau first.This trip required at least [-] carts of grain to go to Fengcheng. Wuming and Nanyue alone would be too tiring, so they might as well leave it to a professional bodyguard agency.

Wuming quickly negotiated with the Escort, paid the deposit, and a group of ten people went straight to Liang's house in the north of the city.

The Liang family's old house is even more grand than the prefect's mansion. Outside the yard is a hundred acres of fertile land with no borders, while inside the yard is a piece of gold and green splendor, just like an emperor.

Wuming reined in his horse and stopped at the gate of the old house, and casually tossed Prefect Liang's token to a boy: "Give this to your master, just say that I am from Fengcheng, and he will naturally know what it means."

The servant saw the barbarian woman in front of her, although her clothes were stained with mud, but her appearance and temperament were not like ordinary people, so she hurried in with a token.Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties came out hurriedly. He looked very similar to Liang Taishou, so he must be Liang Taishou's son.

Pingjiang is not far from Fengcheng, and it rained all night the night before yesterday. When the middle-aged man saw his father's token, he guessed about the flood.Every time there was a flood, my father would take the opportunity to transport some gold, silver and grain home, and the middle-aged man had long been used to it.

However, after hearing from the boy that the person at the door was a barbarian girl with a dusty temperament, the middle-aged man had a bad premonition in his heart, and his heart beat a little faster.He walked out the door quickly, and saw that beautiful barbarian girl sitting on a horse with another little girl in her arms, gently holding an umbrella for her, the middle-aged man felt an indescribable fear in his heart , almost fell down.

"Two girls...?" The middle-aged man finally walked up to the horse and knelt down on the ground instinctively.

"Are you Liang Yuebai's son?" Wuming raised his eyebrows and asked.

Hearing the girl mention his father's name in such a contemptuous voice, the middle-aged man froze for a moment, and said truthfully, "It's my father."

"Flooding in Fengcheng." Wuming didn't ask too much, and got straight to the point, "Since you have seen the token, you should guess that I am here to carry food back to help the disaster."

Sure enough... sure enough...!My father never cared about the life and death of the victims. How often did he want to scrape off the mutton fat from the people?Now this barbarian girl came to the door with a token, only explaining one possibility.

Father's official career has finally come to an end, no, not only officialdom, but even his life...

The middle-aged man's body trembled violently. He raised his head vigorously, trying to make the last struggle: "Who is the girl? Although you have my father's token, what should you do if you steal it? Give the food to a bearded girl of unknown origin!"

"Here." Wuming casually took out his identity badge and presented it to the man.

After the middle-aged man saw the words on the waist card, he finally couldn't help shaking violently, and turned around to call the housekeeper to prepare food.

"Your Highness, Caomin has something to ask." The middle-aged man looked up at Wuming, and the water on his face didn't know whether it was rain or tears. "Father, is he... still alive?"

"Dead." Wuming said calmly, "He knew he was ashamed of the people, so he jumped into the pond and drowned."

The middle-aged man couldn't hold it any longer, and collapsed to the ground, his lips turned white.

Although Wuming said that prefect Liang was drowned, he was drowned, but how could the middle-aged man fail to guess the truth?He tremblingly asked the last sentence: "The disaster can affect the family?"

"The crime of covering up is of course timely." Wuming said softly, "However, the final sentence is up to me, it depends on the court."

After Wuming finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes, fondled Nanyue's hair, and yawned on her shoulder.

Prefect Liang's grain storage in the old house was close to a hundred carts, but Wuming only loaded twenty carts for the time being, and after checking everything was correct, he set off for Fengcheng.Who would have thought that the rain would suddenly increase a lot, the raindrops hit the ground, and there was a crackling sound, and the vegetable leaves in the surrounding fields were wilted by the raindrops after a few hits, lying on the ground absently.

I'm afraid the floods in Fengcheng will worsen again.

Moreover, the mountain was closed by the heavy rain, and there was only one mountain road between Pingjiang County and Fengcheng. Before the rain stopped, Wuming and his party could only stay in Pingjiang County.Wuming was anxious, but he had nothing to do about the weather, so he had to store the food in the escort for the time being, and set off when the weather cleared.

When Wuming and Nanyue were about to find an inn to stay in, they happened to see a beggar squatting in a corner, looking up at the pouring rain in the sky, his whole body was drenched.

Nanyue tugged at Wuming's cuffs, blinked her bright eyes, and said nothing.

Wuming led her to the side of the road, and bought another oil-paper umbrella and a steaming bun.Wuming opened the umbrella to cover the beggar, and Nanyue handed him the bun.

Only then did the two realize that the beggar was actually a poor idiot with a silly smile on his face.

"Hehe... Sister Immortal..." Chi'er smiled at the two of them foolishly, suddenly tilted her head stupidly, and asked inarticulately, "Sister Immortal, are you from Fengcheng?"

"Well, how did you know?" Nanyue squatted in front of him and asked softly.Wuming stood aside, holding an umbrella for her.

"Some people say that Fengcheng is full of floods!" Chi'er made an exaggerated gesture and giggled, "He also said that someone will come, come and fetch food, and bring it back to Fengcheng. Fairy sister, you are, aren't you? "

Nanyue raised her head and looked at Wuming in confusion.

From the sudden flood in Fengcheng to the unnamed killing of Prefect Liang and his decision to come to Pingjiang County to pick up food, it only took one day!Wuming Yuma is very fast, she is confident that no one will reach Pingjiang before her.

Someone had predicted their actions?Or just a coincidence?

Nanyue lowered her head and asked softly, "Who is that person?"

"A lame... a lame!" the idiot said, "Fortune teller. Everyone calls him Wang... Wang Shenshen."

Wuming and Nanyue immediately thought of a person, Wang Duo, Wang Liao's father, the cripple Wang Xian!

The three of them traveled all the way from Daxing Mountain to this point. They asked many people on the way, but there was still no news of Mr. Wang.But who would have thought that a foolish young man who happened to meet would know Wang Xian. As the saying goes, there is nowhere to find him if you step through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get him.

"Wang Shensuan? Do you know where he is?" Nanyue's voice couldn't help but speed up.

"He..." Ji'er raised his head and tried hard to remember for a long time, "He left."

"When did you leave?"

"Yesterday morning, it was raining." Chi'er recalled, "He said that Fengcheng was flooded, and then...he left."

"Thank you." Nanyue had two lovely dimples on her cheeks, "Do you still remember where he went?"

Chi'er nodded vigorously: "Remember! I accompanied him to the north, to the village. After walking for a while, I didn't dare to go far, so I came back."

Saying that, Chi'er pointed to the road out of the county in the north.

Nanyue thanked Chi'er again, got up and walked side by side in the rain with Wuming.

"Wu Ming, if the child remembers correctly, Mr. Wang has been away for a day and a half, shall we go after him?" Nan Yue looked up at Wu Ming's profile and asked softly.

"Go." Wuming replied, "Anyway, if you're idle in the county town, you're idle, why don't you go and catch up."

Nanyue blinked: "But Wuming, you seem to be a little... a little..."

The little girl tilted her head, frowned slightly and thought for a while before she found a slightly suitable adjective: "You seem a little unhappy?"

"Did you see it?" Wuming smiled lightly, and embraced Nanyue lovingly.

"I was thinking, although it was raining heavily yesterday morning, there was no flood in Fengcheng at that time. How did Mr. Wang know that there will be a flood in Fengcheng, and we will come to Pingjiang County to pick up food?"

Nanyue thought for a while: "Isn't Mr. Wang a fortune teller?"

Nameless said softly: "I don't really believe this."

"Hmm..." Nanyue thought seriously, rubbing her head against Wuming's neck, "Then let's find him and ask him, how about it?"

"Xiao Nanyue is right." Wuming Fox narrowed his eyes, and the doubts in his eyes gradually dissipated.

The two rode northward on horseback. Sure enough, as the idiot said, there is only one road to the north out of the county. After riding along the road for an hour, there is a small village.

Under the straw arbor for shelter from the rain at the entrance of the village, an old woman was sitting there with half-closed eyes, knitting a sweater leisurely.

Wuming dismounted with Nanyue in his arms, walked into the shed, and sat down beside the old woman.

"Mother-in-law, have you ever seen a cripple from Pingjiang who is a fortune-teller?" Wuming said softly, "Our two sisters heard that the king's fortune-telling is like a god, so we chased him all the way."

The old lady paused for a moment, smiled kindly, and said slowly: "I've seen it."

"Just this morning."