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Gu Jinzhu opened the curtain of the carriage and looked outside. Before those people could grab her car, a soldier jumped out from nowhere and lashed out at the refugees, shouting, "You don't want to live anymore? Get the hell back in! "

When the whip hit the body, it immediately ripped open the flesh. The people cried out in grief, and a few people couldn't take it any longer. They begged, "Soldier, do well. Your child will soon be unable to hold on …"

The soldier chased them back while cursing. Gu Jinzhu's gaze followed them all the way back to the corner of the wall. A woman with disheveled hair and a disheveled face suddenly burst into despairing cries as she held a scrawny child in her arms.

Gu Jinzhu's heart felt as if it was being torn apart, and her eyes turned red from Yun Xiang and Biwan's eyes. Gu Jinzhu tightly gripped the window sill and could not hold it in any longer. She turned to Gu Yiqing and pleaded, "Wu Tie …"

Gu Yiqing frowned deeply. Ever since he entered the city, his face had become even gloomier, and there was even a trace of hostility on his face that didn't allow strangers to come near him.

Without even turning his head, he said expressionlessly, "We can't stop here. Once we're surrounded by refugees, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape!"

Gu Jinzhu was stunned for a moment. She only needed to turn a little to understand what was going on. Although they had some food to eat, there were too many refugees. If she went down to deliver food, it would create chaos.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head. She felt pity for those people, but she knew that she must not cause any trouble for Gu Yiqing at this time.

It was just that he felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Along the way to the center of the city, Gu Yiqing found a secluded place and stopped the car. He had to guard the blood shirt, but he didn't know where he went.

Gu Jinzhu and the others didn't dare to come down and wander around. Fortunately, Xue Yi was outside, so they felt slightly more at ease.

The roof of the car was hit by the rain. Although they didn't eat much in the morning, the three of them had no appetite as they thought about the terrible situation in the city.

Gu Yiqing left for four hours. He returned at around noon and was completely drenched, but he didn't care at all. His gaze was sharp like snow and there seemed to be a layer of murderous intent on his face for no reason.

Xue Yi was a little worried. "Mistress …"

Gu Yiqing gritted his teeth, "That old fool Li Su didn't come here at all, and he didn't even send any help from the government!"

"How could that be?" Xue Yi was surprised. Although Li Su was not a high official in the Imperial Court, he was the personal trusted aide of the Emperor. He had been appointed as General Manager of the Imperial Court and was specifically responsible for the disaster and rescue of the citizens of Binzhou.

No wonder this place was so bleak. If the messenger hadn't come, then where would the disaster have gone? As long as he thought about it carefully, he would be so shocked that he would break out in a cold sweat. If someone was deliberately trying to deceive him, stealing the silver would be a crime of exterminating his entire family!

He could not think of anyone who would be so bold.

When Xue Yi thought back to the events that had transpired, although there were many refugees and they were starving to death, they had all gathered in one place with soldiers guarding them. It did not seem like the rumored riots.

He remembered something and said to Gu Yiqing, "Mistress, I heard from a few refugees that the City Lord's Mansion will make porridge at noon every day. It's the food of a few of the Mansion Lords!"

"Open up?" Gu Yiqing snorted coldly. Suddenly, a vicious look flashed across his eyes. Xue Yi knew that there was something else going on and did not dare to ask.

Gu Jinzhu and the rest huddled in the car, listening to the sounds of food being made around noon. Her heart relaxed when she heard that although this place was miserable, with government aid, these refugees were temporarily homeless. But with a bowl of porridge every day, they wouldn't starve to death.

By this time, the rain had stopped. Biwan lifted up the curtain and looked outside. The ground was covered in mud. There was a shed not far ahead of them, lined up in a line.

Biwan said happily, "Miss, I'll go get a bowl for you."

They didn't have much water and dry food with them anymore. Nobody was willing to drink it along the way. Gu Jinzhu hesitated for a moment, then looked at Gu Yiqing.

Seeing that he didn't object, Biwan jumped off the car, took out a blue and white porcelain bowl, and ran towards him.

After some time, Biwan turned around, holding the bowl in her hand, her face turned ugly. She handed the bowl over with a face full of anger and said, "Miss, what do you think this is? How was this porridge? Not even water! No wonder so many people starve to death. "

Gu Jinzhu looked at the bright and simple soup in the bowl, and felt very surprised. Since ancient times, there had been plenty of Linan, and every family had plenty of food. Occasionally, they would do good deeds for their families and make porridge for the Beggar Sect, but they were all thick and thick bowls.

She had wanted to send food to the government, but this was a famous place. The food in the government's storehouse couldn't be too little, so she didn't expect it to be distributed in such a way that not even a grain of rice could be seen.

No wonder some children would starve to death, she finally knew why Gu Yiqing looked so bad.

She sighed lightly. It was one thing to be an official, but at such a critical juncture, he was still trying to fool people. Perhaps the so-called porridge was just an act to appease the victims.

When Xue Yi saw the porridge in Gu Jinzhu's hand, he naturally knew how angry his master was! He knew more about the internal affairs than Gu Jinzhu, so he naturally thought that the government had a good plan here. Colluding with an official, he would embezzle some silver taels and use the cover of porridge to pacify the victims.

No wonder the higher-ups sent their grandpa to investigate this matter...

Gu Jinzhu looked at the porridge in the bowl and heard the sound of sobbing. She really couldn't drink it.

Raising her head to look at the refugees, she thought for a moment before walking towards an old man by the side of the road.

The old man was in his late twenties, with a head of messy white hair and ragged clothes. His face was extremely yellow and skinny to the extreme. He was curled up in a puddle of mud with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he was waiting for death.

Gu Jinzhu walked up to him and handed him the bowl. "Elder …"

Only after she shouted a few times did the old man raise his head. His yellow and muddy eyes stared at the bowl in her hands as it suddenly lit up.

He stretched out his trembling hand and Gu Jinzhu handed the bowl over. Before she could finish smiling, a white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes.

Before she could react, a warm, fishy liquid sprayed out from her mouth.

She instantly opened her eyes wide. The scene in front of her was like the most terrifying nightmare. The old man's body was instantly split into two halves, and a large amount of bright red liquid gushed out, splashing onto her face.

A strong stench of blood entered her nose. She couldn't even make a sound, as if something was tightly strangling her throat. Her legs went soft and she felt her soul leave her body in an instant.

A white light flashed in front of her eyes, but a man clad in black appeared out of nowhere and chopped at her head with a saber. She was extremely frightened. Her mind was blank and she could not react in time.

In that instant, a sharp sound of wind passed her ears, as if she was slowing down. She watched helplessly as a powerful arrow pierced the throat of the man in black. The arrow was so powerful that it pushed him backwards and nailed him into the wall.

The man in black died instantly, and the arrow that was nailed to his throat was still quivering slightly.