steal light

The autumn of the 25th year of Dasheng.

There was a sudden torrential rain in the south, and the heavy rain lasted for a whole month. Many places suffered disasters, houses and fields were flooded, crops lost their harvest, and the plague suddenly ran rampant.

"Be careful, send it to the isolation center." Yu Wenzhe changed into light clothes, held an umbrella in one hand, and caught the trembling passers-by on the side of the road with the other. His umbrella was a little wobbly in the heavy rain, and the hem of his clothes was already drenched Wet, half wet on the shoulders.

"Thank you prince."

The man was hunched over, with a tired face, and on the other side was supporting a slender old lady. The old lady's face was wrapped in a cloth. Seeing that the person supporting her was Yu Wenzhe, she hurriedly avoided it, not daring to look at Yu Wenzhe. .

Yu Wenzhe watched the man leave, raised his hand and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, his face was a little pale, and the people next to him came up to persuade him.

"Prince, go back and rest, the plague is rampant in this city, you have to take care of yourself."

Yu Wenzhe shook his head, "No, I can't rest in peace."

Under the evasion of the two, Yu Wenzhe finally chose to go to the place where the porridge was served in the city. The victims lined up in a long line. Yu Wenzhe took the soup spoon from the servants and spooned soup for the refugees. From the bottom of the pot, there are only one or two rice grains.

"Slow down, there is not enough to serve again."

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Ye Donglan was standing in the corner, someone beside him was holding an umbrella. He was still wearing a dark black robe with a jade pendant around his waist. He was slender and seemed to be stronger. Wearing and wearing a silver mask.

If it wasn't for the fact that everyone in this city was in danger, it might cause a lot of onlookers.

"Yu Wenzhe, how did you end up here?"

Ye Donglan muttered in a low voice, the dark eyes under the mask were bottomless.

Ye Donglan couldn't help shaking his head when he thought about what happened to Yu Wenzhe. He was entrusted to a poor and wild southern town where banditry was rampant and he had to face natural disasters.

"You are so sympathetic to people's feelings, but you can break my heart with your own hands. What kind of person is you?"

Even though several years have passed, Ye Donglan can never forget those prisons where the sky was never seen, the needles stuck in his fingertips, the hand that strangled his neck that night, the big stone that fell on his ankle the next day, his face... The burning sensation from the tattoo is still on his face as if it was yesterday.

He remembered that Yu Wenzhe once said that he was not good at hiding, but now he realized that Yu Wenzhe was too good at hiding, and he had never really understood Yu Wenzhe.

"Young master, the plague is serious in this city, we should not stay for long."

Ye Donglan glanced sideways at the man, the man licked his lips, lowered his head and wanted to shut up, Ye Donglan turned his gaze back to Yu Wenzhe, and said lightly, "Send a small team to help the victims, get some food Relief for victims."

The man was stunned, "Master?"

"Have you forgotten our purpose?"

The man bowed his head and replied, "People first."

"So just do it."

Ye Donglan turned around and left from the alley, the person next to him almost missed him, and hastily moved his umbrella forward enough to keep Ye Donglan from getting wet.

When a group of people dressed in white clothes suddenly appeared at the city gate, the people in the city were all surprised. Those people had red silk tied on their right arms, and they were the people most familiar to the people in the south.

"It's people from Beiyang Mountain! They're carrying food!"

Someone shouted in surprise, and everyone rushed to both sides of the road. The team unwrapped a few bags of food and distributed rice noodles from door to door.

"Prince, it seems that someone has brought food at the gate of the city!"

Someone quickly told Yu Wenzhe about this matter, and Yu Wenzhe didn't know how to react for a while. These days, he has often asked other places for help, but the south is a place rich in grain, and they are the only ones who transport grain out, and other places have no spare power to support them.

Coupled with the plague, it is rare for someone to bring food to this muddy water.