When Meng Xinghe came to xianmingguan, the sun had already climbed very high.

Time has come to the end of autumn and the beginning of winter. The days are getting shorter and colder. The sun shines on the body warm and comfortable.

On the edge of the fields outside the gate of the city, there are many old peasant women sitting on the ground in the sun with hoes on their shoulders. Looking at their leisure, they are actually yellow and thin. At first glance, they are poor people who can't eat a hot meal.

Xianmingguan is not a poor town yet. However, due to frequent wars, there has been less rain and more drought in the past two years. There is a lot of land shortage, and the crops planted are often without harvest. It is because of the days of tenant farmers that they are suffering day by day.

If it is not so, mengxinghe will not be unable to collect grain, all day for food and grass.

"Hu que, can you do it? It's not so good at all."

Not far away, song Xijiao's voice is sandwiched in the cold air, like a snowflake falling on people's heart, clear and crisp, bringing fresh breath to the wasteland.

"Uncle sun, don't let him make a fool of himself. Get rid of him."

Hu que said: "that's how it is. Just now, uncle sun taught me with his hands."

"You're still stubborn. I've made this plow by myself. I don't know how to use it. You've broken the ridge. I'll take water and go there later."

Song Xijiao ran into the ground, pushed Hu que to the outside of the field, helped his arm with one hand, and touched his skirt with the other. In public, he took off his shoes and emptied the soil in them.

Meng Xinghe's face suddenly darkened.

In this era, women's feet are still very obscure and can not be displayed in front of outsiders. In the eyes of a slightly cultured man, taking off her shoes like this looks like taking off her clothes.

Fortunately, she also knew that she was not elegant. She quickly poured out the dirt and put it back on again. She clapped her hands and pointed to Hu que with a smile: "look, Sun Bo is right like that. You should match the speed of cattle."

"That's what I pushed just now."

"No! You just... "

"Cough!"

Song Xijiao still wanted to argue. Suddenly, she heard a strange cough coming from behind her. She could not help turning around to have a look. She found that it was Meng Xinghe, and her eyes were also full of surprise.

I haven't seen him for a few days. I really miss him.

After all, if there was no guarantee from him, the tenants would not be so easy to talk about signing contracts with her and selling them to her.

"Meng Xinghe, how did you get here?"

Hu que immediately arched his hand and said, "general."

Meng Xinghe still turned a blind eye to Hu que. After looking at Song Xijiao for a long time, Meng Xinghe stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose: "I haven't seen you for a few days. It's all tanned."

"True or false?" Song Xi Jiao touched his face, and was afraid. There was no whitening essence in this age. He could not dispel spots. He really burned his skin. That would be miserable. "What about tomorrow?"

Meng Xinghe sniffed and chuckled: "it's so smelly. Don't bask in the sun. Go to my place tomorrow and cook me something delicious. The food cooked by the cook in your house is not to my taste. I haven't eaten much these days."

"You're not hungry. When you're hungry, you won't be picky. Hu que, tell him, what do you eat every day? "

When Hu que hears the speech, he smiles and complains with song Xijiao. How dare he say these things in front of Meng Xinghe?

Song Xijiao saw that he didn't say anything, so she took the initiative to say for him: "he can only eat porridge made of dried sweet potatoes for each meal, and occasionally send out a steamed bun made of corn bran, with wild vegetables mixed with salt."

Meng Xinghe said: "so what? Do you know how many people, how many refugees, can't even eat? "

"If they can't eat, they can rely on the emperor, but if your soldiers can't eat, they will depend on you."

This word a, Meng Xinghe has no reaction, Hu que first covered song Xijiao's mouth, surprised and inexplicable: "you are crazy!"

It's disrespectful to accuse Meng Xinghe in person. It's treacherous to accuse the emperor.

"I'm telling the truth."

Song Xijiao curls her mouth and looks unconvinced.

"If you can't do it well, don't you have to tell me?"

Meng Xinghe said with no expression: "do you depend on me? Every year, the court gives me so much food and so much food. Compared with other generals, I am already generous. "

"If you depend on the imperial court, you can't provide enough food and clothing by yourself?"

"Do it yourself, get enough food and clothing?"

Meng Xinghe was unhappy at first. After hearing these eight words, he became interested. He looked at Song Xijiao's red face and asked.

"How do you do it? How to get enough food and clothing? "

Song Xijiao directly took out a stack of paper from his sleeve: "here, take it back and look at it slowly."

Meng Xinghe is stunned. What is this? He took it over, opened a look, the corner of his mouth suddenly curved, looked up at Song Xijiao, the smile on his face could not stop: "when did you write it?""I wrote it three days ago. I'm waiting for you to come to me and give it to you."

"Are you so sure I'll come to you?"

Song Xijiao looked confident: "of course."

Meng Xinghe opened the stack of paper and looked at it. His face gradually became serious: "this matter, I still need to ask the palace for instructions."

……

It was still dark and the chickens were not crowing. Cangwu was awake.

As usual, he sat up from the bed, washed under the service of a group of maids, put on the prince's palace clothes, and walked out of the east palace. First, he went to the imperial study and lit a lamp to read the memorials instead of the emperor.

On the table were piles of memorials and documents like a hill. Although he had been reading them diligently day and night, he could only read the urgent memorials. The others were more and more and never finished.

A palace maid came in, holding a tray of exquisite carving in both hands. On top of it was a bowl of eight treasure soup that had just been cooked. Father Yuan took the tray, quietly went to the table, put it down, lifted the lid, and tried the temperature. He said, "Your Highness, Babao soup is warm, just right for drinking."

Cangwu did not seem to hear the same, Ning Mei continued to review the memorial.

This letter is a reference to Meng Xinghe.

The participant is a subordinate of Wang Yuhe. The content of the performance is that Meng Xinghe is not engaged in official business and pesters a common people's girl all day, and threatens to take that girl as his concubine. The girl was ashamed and refused. As a general, Meng Xinghe is shameless and intimidating. The emperor was asked to lower the punishment to make an example.

What he is interested in is not the fight between Wang Yuhe and Meng Xinghe, but that some girls refuse Meng Xinghe?

The girl looks fierce, and is very similar to song Xijiao.

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