Dressed as the teacher of the Black Lotus Emperor

Early the next morning, Li Zongbing led his army to join the Suzhou garrison. Shen Qingzhuo pretended to accompany him, but turned back to the city halfway.

He took a quick glance inside the carriage yesterday, but he hadn't seen the whole picture clearly, but today he finally understood what purgatory on earth is.

Starvation was everywhere in the city, and the wailing sound like gossamer was endless. The emaciated victims were begging along the street with dry firewood.

When people are extremely hungry, they will eat anything, but the famine has been raging for too long, wild vegetables, weeds, tree roots, bark, Guanyin soil, everything that can be eaten is eaten up, and the hungry delirious people lie on the ground and grab The flying dust was stuffed into the mouth.

If the famine continues, people cannibalize people, and children will be eaten and carcasses will be discarded, or there will be children in the city who have long been reduced to rations.

"Eat... I beg you to stutter..." At this moment, a young man with a yellow and thin face crawled over and grabbed the hem of Shen Qingzhuo's clothes.

Xiang Chen drew his sword alertly and shouted, "Let go!"

"It's okay, put away the sword first." Shen Qingzhuo took a step back, and apologized again, "Sorry, we don't have food."

There were victims all over the place. Before he went out, he changed into coarse sackcloth and did not carry dry food with him. He was afraid that the irrational victims would come up to them and divide them up after he walked a few steps.

But the young man didn't believe it, he hugged his thigh tightly as if grabbing a life-saving straw, and kept repeating in his mouth: "I'm so hungry... Please, please..."

Shen Qingzhuo closed his eyes and called out in a low voice, "Xiang Chen."

Without saying a word, Xiang Chen grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and dragged the skinny boy away.

The two continued to walk forward, and when they reached another street, Shen Qingzhuo found that the victims of the disaster were swarming to one place.

He frowned and said in a low voice, "Go, go and have a look."

Following the crowd, they walked to the front of the house of a rich family. It turned out that the owner was setting up a shed to give porridge.

Someone kept yelling: "Line up! Everyone line up! Don't rush and don't squeeze! We have everything!"

However, the famished victims couldn't hear it, they swarmed into the porridge shed, wishing they could just jump into the bucket and scramble for the looting room. The weak children were directly stepped on the ground, screaming and making a mess.

The master's family was also frightened by this battle, and couldn't help but retreat, Shen Qingzhuo's face darkened, "Xiang Chen!"

Xiang Chen used his strength to jump onto the porridge shed, and when he landed, he used the scabbard as a weapon to beat out all the victims in the innermost circle.

With a sound of "whoosh", the sharp sword came out of its sheath, and Xiang Chen picked up a victim in one hand, and shouted coldly: "Who dares to move?"

Only then did the irrational victims become frightened and stopped their mad rush for a while.

Shen Qingzhuo pushed through the crowd and walked in, "Line in line, each person will have a bowl of porridge. If you don't line up, no one can eat today."

Deterrence and reasoning went hand in hand, and the porridge shed finally returned to normal order.

When the boy was serving porridge, Shen Qingzhuo had already been invited in by the host.

The middle-aged man clasped his hands together, "My surname is Qin, may I ask this young master, is he passing by or not?"

Shen Qingzhuo clapped his hands in return: "Xiaosheng's surname is Shen, passing by here, he saw Mr. Qin Dashan giving porridge, so he couldn't help but stop."

Qin Mingjie waved his hand, and sighed: "I dare not be a good person, Qin can only do a little bit, not even a drop in the bucket."

"The famine is far from overnight, and individuals are naturally powerless." Shen Qingzhuo comforted, "It's just that Xiaosheng is a little curious, why doesn't the government open warehouses to help the victims?"

Qin Mingjie frowned, watching him hesitate to speak.

Shen Qingzhuo asked: "But the relief food is not enough?"

"Sigh..." Qin Mingjie sighed again, "Mr. Shen is not from the local area, so there are many things that I can't explain at the moment."

Shen Qingzhuo nodded slightly, and stopped asking, and only said: "Xiaosheng wants to buy some rice before leaving, I wonder if Mr. Qin can help me?"

"To be honest, there is not much food left at home." Qin Mingjie apologized, "Someone from Qin can give you some food and noodles. If you want more, Mr. Shen, you can only buy it elsewhere."

This is what Shen Qingzhuo was waiting for, and he stood up, "So, I will trouble Duke Qin to show you the way."

Under the guidance of the servant of the Qin family, they successfully found the field member's family.

When there was a famine, the price of grain went up. The price of rice in Suzhou has risen from 120 yuan per bucket to 180 yuan per bucket.

In the face of the disaster, the local rich merchants and local gentry actually made a lot of money.

After Shen Qingzhuo asked about the grain price, he bought a stone without saying a word, and then returned to the mansion, ordering Xue Shihang to secretly investigate the relationship between Tian Yuanwai and Zhizhou Yamen.

At the same time, he raised his pen and rolled up his sleeves, and wrote a memorial, asking the Holy One to send more rice and grain for disaster relief, and to send more doctors and herbs.

After the great disaster, there must be a great epidemic.

The memorial was sent back to Shengjing urgently within [-] miles. Mr. Shen secretly investigated where the rice grains in Suzhou went, and at the same time rescued one by one as best he could.

As he expected, Xue Shihang investigated and found out that the daughter of the field member was the third concubine of Zhizhou Tongju.

After finding a breakthrough, Shen Qingzhuo seized the general sentence in private, and used the terrifying interrogation skills of Shangbei Town Fusi to interrogate it quickly. The grain has long been resold to local rich and powerful businessmen, and the profiteers then sell it to the common people at high prices.

In the dimness, Mr. Shen's beautiful face was half hidden, and he stared coldly at Tong Juan, who was kneeling on the ground, until the other party's psychological defense collapsed again, before he asked quietly, "What else?"

The general judge shook like a sieve, "My lord has learned from you, and this villain has truthfully reported everything I know!"

"No." Shen Qingzhuo rubbed the rim of the teacup with his fingertips, "There is also food donated to the prison. Last year alone, 200 million shi of grain went into the warehouse. The official warehouse in Suzhou can't hold it, unless... "

The judge was silent for a moment.

Shen Qingzhuo's voice became colder and colder: "Xiang Chen."

Xiang Chen responded, "Yes, Master."

"I said, I said, I said!" the judge screamed on the ground in fright, "What he received when donating the prison was not grain but money, and there was no grain in the warehouse!"

Shen Qingzhuo's eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

"It's all the chief envoy Qi Hongjun's idea, and the villain is just following orders!" Tong Juan knelt down and cried bitterly, "My lord, I have an old child, a young child, and a baby who is just waiting to be fed. Please, my lord!" Forgive me..."

Shen Qingzhuo got up slowly, walked in front of him, and kicked him hard in the chest.

"Where are the people whose families have starved to death?" Mr. Shen's voice was piercingly cold, "Isn't their life their life?"

***

After another few days of running around, Mr. Shen finally found out the ins and outs of the reselling of official grain in Suzhou and grasped the key evidence.

The most chilling thing is that there are nearly a hundred officials in Suzhou, big and small, but none of them has exposed the filth.

"Cough, cough..." Shen Qingzhuo sat at the desk, coughing with one hand on his lower lip, while the other hand continued to write.

"Lord Shen, have you not closed your eyes for several nights?" Xue Shihang leaned aside, his eyes implied worry, "It will take at least half a month for the Holy Majesty's will to be transmitted back to Suzhou, don't get tired Body."

"Yesterday, I took the time to go to the west of the city, and someone was already sick there." Shen Qingzhuo stopped writing, and rubbed his frowning brows with his fingertips, "I ordered people to isolate the infected people in a small area, but obviously, the epidemic is very serious. It will spread completely soon, and we have to take preventive measures in advance."

Xue Shihang smacked his lips irritably, "The people in the yamen are not willing to cooperate with us at all, we still have to wait for the imperial court to send someone."

Li Zongbing's battle situation was so anxious that he couldn't dispatch any troops to serve them.

"According to the time, the food support should be arriving soon." Shen Qingzhuo raised his eyes, looking at the lush leaves outside the window, "Let's go, let's go to Luo Zhizhou first."

Xue Shihang straightened his body, "Why are you looking for that dead fat pig?"

Shen Qingzhuo smiled coldly: "Let Luo Zhizhou be bolder, the price of rice in Suzhou hasn't risen enough yet."

***

It was night, Shen Qingzhuo sat in the bathtub, leaned against the edge and closed his eyes to rest.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, but he is still used to taking a warm bath before going to bed to relieve the exhaustion of running around all day.

His brain was still thinking, but his fatigue took advantage of it. Gradually, his sanity became more and more blurred, and his smooth and jade-like body slid down bit by bit.

Just as his pointed jaw was about to enter the water, a big hand supported his jaw.

Dimly, Shen Qingzhuo heard the familiar sound of heavy breathing, and unconsciously rubbed his chin against his palm, thinking that he was dreaming.

"Sir..." A deep and hoarse voice sounded, carrying a wave of dusty heat, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of the throat.

The body submerged in the water trembled slightly, and the waxy long eyelashes struggled and trembled, but they did not open.

In the confusion of consciousness, Shen Qingzhuo felt that he was stunned, but he had been unable to sleep for several days and nights, and the little apprentice couldn't enter his dream, so now he was a little reluctant to wake up from the dream.

But the big hand supporting the chin withdrew, and after a rustling movement, the sound of splashing water sounded, and a hot body squeezed into the tub.

The wooden barrel was not big, and as another person joined in, the water surged up one after another, and the water splashed even over the edge of the tub and onto the ground.

"Sir..." Missing's voice was close to his ears, and then his white, tender and red earlobes were sucked into his mouth, and he almost sighed while kissing, "I miss you so much...I'm going crazy..."

"Woo..." Shoulders to shoulders, legs to legs, Shen Qingzhuo was squeezed tightly against the wall of the barrel, fingers floating in the water grabbed the edge of the barrel, he couldn't help responding, "Xiao Qi..."

"Miss me? Do you miss me, sir?" His big palm, which had been strangled by the reins, plunged into the water and grabbed the ankle wearing a gold chain. He kept asking, "I miss you so much, sir, do you miss me... ..."

Gradually, the fingers holding the wooden barrel slipped down weakly, and instead hugged the broad and hot shoulders. Shen Qingzhuo thought to himself that it was a dream anyway, so what if he admitted it?

So he buried his smoky cheeks into the side of the young man's neck, his moist lips pressed against the strongly pulsating veins, and breathed out slowly: "I want to..."

The arms that hugged him suddenly tightened, and the big hands wrapped around his waist like iron pliers. The already hoarse voice seemed to be mixed with gravel, calling him one after another, "Sir, sir..."

Shen Qingzhuo fell into the climax again, the warm water seeped into the skin along the open pores, and then reshaped the flesh and blood...

……

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Shen wiped the wet gentleman clean, and hugged him onto the bed.

As if he wanted to carve the face in front of him into his bone marrow, he stared at it for a long time with gloomy eyes before leaning over and restrainedly kissing his slightly parted lips.

"I've made my husband comfortable tonight, then..." He pressed his sweaty forehead affectionately, and smiled sullenly, "When you wake up tomorrow, don't be angry with me anymore."

The author has something to say:

Mr.: I miss my apprentice...

Wolf cub: Mr. misses me, run thousands of miles night!

A baby commented that Xiao Qi's son and daughter have too much personal affair, yes, he is a love brain when he meets Mr., but he still has serious business in Suzhou!

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