The team rushed forward and in just half a month, they had arrived in the Central Plains.

Along the way, the land was no longer covered with grass and was dry and cracked everywhere. A large number of victims were walking along the official road, mostly carrying heavy bags on their bodies and holding several yellow-faced children in their hands. I heard that the team was going to provide disaster relief and food, and the victims' eyes lit up. They surrounded the officers and soldiers and begged to give some food with them first.

"Please, Master!"

"Please, dear officials..."

Kou Qiu has never seen such a scene with his own eyes, and it is far more shocking than the four words "shocking". It is like a thunderbolt or an iron hammer, which hits people's hearts one after another.

Qiu Lie transported official grain and could not be distributed at will. Kou Qiu hurriedly asked someone to demolish part of the grain bought by Nanfeng Pavilion and put it down. He found an empty place and built a grain shed to maintain order. Several officers and soldiers will solve the urgent needs of the victims.

He rolled up his sleeves and worked in the porridge shed in person. King Duan sat in the carriage and raised the curtain to see him. His eyes fell on the white flesh and almost couldn't pull it out.

It's really a good body.

He coughed, looked at the blush on the face of the owner of the Nanfeng Pavilion because of the busyness, and felt more and more thirsty in his throat. After watching for a while, he moved his hand slightly and lowered the curtain.

Although the mutton is fat, there is no help but a wolf is watching next to it.

Not to mention that this wolf cub is so tight that he can't even take action.

King Duan sighed regretfully.

If he was an ordinary person, he would not have been able to recite it with concern like this; but he would not be able to get it.

The more you can't get it, the more you look greedy. This may be a common problem that humans cannot recover.

Not far away, General Qiu stood with a knife in his arms, staring at the people in the porridge shed intently. Perhaps he noticed something, he suddenly turned his head and his eyes pierced at King Duan.

King Duan was shocked by the look, subconsciously moved his body backwards, avoiding the blade-like gaze.

......Oh my god.

The thief is scary.

The literary king Duan was so scared by this look that he wanted to swear.

He retreated a little farther from the window. The servants who followed him were new, but he could see his meaning. While fanning him, he couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, this is not easy..."

King Duan did not make a sound, but raised his cup again and drank a sip of the tea that had been buried with cold spring water.

If it is easy, why does it take him so long?

The servant said diligently again: "Prince, although General Qiu is not happy, you have never asked Boss Liu what he meant. He came out of the Nanfeng Pavilion, and you also understand that the place is actually the same thing. You may not be allowed to spend more money and coax it well, and he will be happy?"

When King Duan heard this, he was right. But he was still a little hesitant, "But Qiu Lie..."

An ignorant man always shouts and fights and kills, and he has no mood at all.

King Duan Da was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart.

The servant smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? As long as Boss Liu is willing, can General Qiu still watch him all the time?"

After all, King Duan is an embroidered pillow. He is used to living a stable and wealthy life on weekdays. He really can't say much about it. What he is best at is bullying others with power. After hearing this, he thought for a moment and nodded, "It's reasonable."

He then untied a nine-dragon jade pendant with colorful silk ribbons from his waist and handed it to the servant.

"I won't say anything next to me," a dark fire lit up in his eyes. "I just hope that Boss Liu will meet me at night, beside the temple, behind the willow tree, and wait for the beauty to come. In the future, his benefits will definitely be indispensable."

The servant nodded and smiled, "The prince is a favorite of people. Boss Liu has also heard of your reputation, so it will definitely work." Sure enough, he took advantage of the busyness of the crowd and quietly arrived by Kou Qiu. King Duan saw him talking to the white-skinned beauty, and his heart became much more stable. When the servant came back, he quickly put down the curtain and lowered his voice and asked, "How is it?"

The servant bent down suddenly and said, "Congratulations to the prince, you have got what you want!"

King Duan couldn't help but be happy, "Take it serious?"

"It's really not true anymore!" The servant said again, "It's just that Boss Liu doesn't pick up customers in Nanfeng Pavilion and doesn't want to be watched. He said, it's best not to bring people around you..."

They were just a group of useless servants, each with ordinary faces, not a single one, and there was no difference between taking or not. King Duan was happy to think of the beauty's appointment, and immediately agreed and agreed.

"No, no, no," he said, "Only I will go in person."

He took a piece of silver and gave it to the servant. The servant hurriedly kowtowed and thanked him, and then came to him again and fanned him respectfully.

Duan Wang turned his head and thought that the beauty was about to fall into his arms, he couldn't help but hum a little song.

He didn't see the loyal servant by his side suddenly raised his head, looked at him with a numb look, and then quickly drooped.

This place is called Dianfupo. When foreign enemies attacked, they burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil. Some women were unwilling to be humiliated by animals. So they found a tree in this place and hanged it on the tree to make a clear mind. Later, the court erected a monument for them, but the people who came and went to and from time to time did not dare to delay in this place on weekdays. They said that they could not only see white shadows, but also hear the crying sounds of people.

King Duan naturally heard this, and he did the same thing on weekdays. He was a little scared for a moment and was busy set off.

But there were too many victims, so it was difficult to set off again at night. That night, the team settled down next to the ruined temple.

There was no wind in the summer night, and it couldn't be disturbed even if it was dull. Mosquitoes outside shouted loudly, "Duan Wang's body is precious and hadn't suffered such hardships, but after a while, he was bitten and hurried into the carriage."

He ordered the servant today to fan him. The wind came slowly, and then he slowly closed his eyes and half asleep. The dream was filled with the beautiful scenery of the red plums on the snow.

When he suddenly felt a little chill on his face, Duan Wang was still a little awake.

He coughed twice and said, "Come, come?"

After shouting a few times, no one answered. When he raised his eyes again, he realized that the servant had fallen aside at some point. King Duan's heart was shocked. Before he could speak, he saw that the servant woke up secretly again and said in a confused manner: "Prince?"

He seemed to have just woken up and quickly knelt down and accused him of guilt.

"Your life is so stupid..."

King Duan waved his hand, not wanting to be too concerned with a servant. His eyes stared at the snow-white patch on the ground and said, "What is that?"

The servant was stunned, "What?"

King Duan swallowed again, stared at the piece of white for half a day before he realized it was a piece of fabric. There were still some sporadic threads at the end of the fabric, as if they had just been torn apart.

But he was wearing crimson purple, and no one in the car wore white clothes. Where did the cloth come from?

King Duan was stunned for a while, but he didn't take it seriously. He said, "When will it take?"

The next person said, "Go back to the prince, it's almost three o'clock."

The third update.

King Duan was delighted and looked out. It was pitch black outside, and all his personal soldiers were sent away by him. Only a few soldiers guarding the food stood in the distance, silent.

He went to the appointment on time, and all he heard was the silent cry of insects. King Duan stood under the willow tree and waited for a long time until the mosquitoes bit out several red bags in his hand, but he did not see the beauty who was invited.

“…Boss Liu.”

There is no vocal at all.

"Boss Liu?"

There was a wind that broke out. The wind blew the leaves and the clouds covered the moon halfway. The hazy moonlight seemed to be sticky, and it made a little gloomy.

King Duan walked around for a few times, and suddenly remembered the rumors he heard during the day, and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Could this place be really haunted?

He hesitated for a while, and was still a little embarrassed and could not let go of the good mutton that he might be able to get his mouth. He was hesitating, but suddenly saw something slowly lowering in front of him.

It was a strip of white cloth that had been yellowed.

King Duan suddenly thrust his heart, staring at the cloth strip for half a day, and suddenly he knew why it looked so familiar - this was the same cloth he saw in the carriage today, now it hung long from the tree and was placed in front of him.

"ah......"

He heard the crying sound. He looked like a young man, crying loudly above his head with a cold feeling that made his scalp numb.

"I died so hard, I died so hard..."

“…”

Duan Wang swallowed, and suddenly he didn't want to look up. His legs were trembling, and he had no usual demeanor. He was trembling, but he felt something suddenly splashed on his cheeks, warm and fishy. When he rubbed his fingers, it was bright red.

"Look at me," the voice stretched out, "Why don't you look at me? Don't you like my skin the most?"

King Duan stared at him suddenly.

His heart suddenly trembled, and he remembered who the voice was.

"Look at me," the things on the tree were still persevering, "Why don't you look at me?"

“…”

Duan Wangji slowly raised his head. He saw a white shadow hanging upside down under the shaking shadow of the tree and the dark world.

The shadow had eyes on his head. King Duan looked at him, and could almost see the small, dark pupils inside.

"Ah--Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"What sound?"

The guards seemed to have noticed something and suddenly raised their heads. But the companion next to him looked at that place, then turned his head back and said indifferently: "Maybe it's something that happened to that prince. He has his own soldiers, so why do we need these messes?"

King Duan looked down on his servants and bullied the people on weekdays, and his reputation was not good. The soldiers had heard of the rumors that he humiliated the boy, and thought that he was looking for personal entertainment again, and could not take care of it for a while, so they had to turn back and look into the distance.

There was a creepy whip, and the crisp sound of the whip sounded one after another. The miserable scream never stopped, accompanied by a strange giggle. In the end, the whine was almost gone, and everything fell into silence again.

The soldier couldn't help but spit out, "That person really doesn't take the lives of us."

"What can that be," his companion sighed and said softly, "He was born a prince..."

Unlike us, we are just ordinary people.

He didn't say the last sentence, but both of them were tacit.
To be continued...