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Chapter 146 I beg you to kill Song Qingfeng with your own hands

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    The refugee issue is more difficult than everyone thinks.

    It only snowed in Hanjing for three days, but it snowed in several neighboring states and counties for seven or eight days. The snow crushed many houses, and countless people died of frostbite. Hanjing is far away from these states and counties.  In the nearest place, within a few days, hundreds of refugees gathered outside the city.

    Previously, the imperial court used a Tutu Temple outside the city as a temporary shelter for refugees. As the number of refugees increased, the Tutu Temple was no longer enough.

    With such a large number of people, resettlement and management have become a big problem, not to mention eating, drinking and sleeping.

    Because of this incident, everyone in the court was gloomy.

    Song Wan could not go out and could only hear a few words from the servants who went out to buy.

    Seeing that something was not right, Song Wan asked his servants to go out and buy more rice, flour, oil, salt and other necessities, and when they came back, he asked Qing'e to buy more charcoal.

    This winter is still very long. All the prefectures and counties around Hanjing have been hit by snowstorms. I don¡¯t know what the situation is like in other places. Once the food supply fails, things will only get worse. It¡¯s always better to stock up on more food.  OK

    However, as soon as the servant bought the things, someone came to the palace.

    This time it was not the eunuch who came to deliver the message, but the prince Zhao Ying.

    When Song Wan rushed to the front hall, Xu Yingying was already standing inside.

    Xu Yingying has been sick these days. Just from her back, it can be seen that she has lost a lot of weight and is coughing non-stop.

    Song Wan stepped into the hall, knelt down and saluted: "I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince."

    "No need to be polite, just get up."

    Song Wanfu stood up again, and Zhao Ying said directly: "Due to the recent snowstorm, many refugees have gathered outside the city. There should be many more refugees coming in the future. My father ordered me to handle this matter with full authority. I live in the palace and there are many people."  It is inconvenient, so I decided to stay in Tingwei Mansion temporarily and return to the palace after this matter is over."

    Song Wan was surprised, but luckily Xu Yingying was blocking him in front and he was not seen.

    Xu Yingying, who had not been a serious mistress for a day, was shocked by the news and said at a loss: "The Tingwei Mansion is not as good as the palace. I am afraid that His Highness the Crown Prince will not be used to being here"

    Zhao Ying interrupted Xu Yingying and said: "If the matter is urgent, keep everything simple. Madam does not need to prepare anything specially for me. Just take care of your daily food and clothing expenses."

    Xu Yingying was still very worried and said: "Then I will ask someone to vacate the main courtyard."

    "There is no need to go to such trouble. I can just live in Qingfeng Yuan." Seeing Xu Yingying's expression was a little confused, Zhao Ying knew that she was not very familiar with Tingwei Mansion, so he said in a good temper, "Mrs. Gu can't see, and now she is pregnant."  I'm sick, it's better to go back and rest early, and just leave these chores to Song Wan."

    Xu Yingying felt as if she had been granted amnesty, and immediately said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your understanding."

    The maid helped Xu Yingying leave. Song Wan said softly: "Your Highness, please forgive me. Qingfeng Courtyard has not been occupied for several months and needs to be cleaned up. I promise to clean it up before dark."

    Zhao Ying responded lazily: "Don't worry, there are people who can do this kind of rough work. Let me change the pot of tea for you first."

    "yes."

    Song Huan returned to Ningkangyuan to find the best tea in the house and brew it, and then gave Qing'e money to go out and buy some things.

    Zhao Ying said that he did not need special treatment. If he really treated Yan Ting according to the food and clothing expenses, he would probably have to return to the palace in three days at most.

    Song Wan rushed back to the front hall with tea. When he was about to arrive, Song Qingfeng came towards him with a group of imperial guards.

    Song Qingfeng was much thinner than the last time we met in the palace, and the ends of his eyes drooped even more. His face had completely lost its previous high-spiritedness, and was filled with a gloomy and cold feeling that made people feel uncomfortable.

    Sensing Song Wan¡¯s gaze, Song Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked over.

    Her eyes were cold and filled with sharp hostility. It didn't look like she was looking at her biological sister, but more like she was looking at an enemy with an sworn hatred.

    Song Wan¡¯s heart froze, he stopped and turned sideways to avoid.

    Song Qingfeng stopped in front of her, looked at her from head to toe and asked, "What is that in your hand?"

    Song Wan said truthfully: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked the slave to make tea again."

    Song Qingfeng said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a distinguished status. All things that are put into the mouth must be tested for poison first. You take a sip first."

    Song Qingfeng¡¯s tone was full of orders, as if Song Wan dared to do such a thing as murdering the crown prince of a country, risking the disapproval of the world.

    Song Wan poured a cup of tea and drank it in front of Song Qingfeng, and asked, "Is this okay?"

    Song QingfengWe look forward to His Highness¡¯s trust.  "

    Zhao Ying pushed Song Qingfeng against the wall of the carriage and said with a cold face: "If I really didn't believe you, I would never have kept you in the first place!"

    Zhao Ying¡¯s strength was so great that Song Qingfeng¡¯s head banged against the wall of the carriage with a muffled sound, which hurt Song Wan¡¯s ears.

    Song Qingfeng¡¯s expression was indifferent, without any sign of pain. He adjusted his clothes slowly, then looked at Zhao Ying and said, ¡°If Your Highness really believes in this slave, you should kill this woman now.¡±

    Song Qingfeng didn¡¯t give Song Wan any of his peripheral vision, but Song Wan knew that ¡°this woman¡± in his mouth was referring to her.

    He asked Zhao Ying to kill her.

    Zhao Ying frowned, looked at Song Wan and then Song Qingfeng, and asked, "Why?"

    Song Qingfeng said: "Beasts have no emotions. After all, this woman bleeds the same blood as the slave. The slave will inevitably be soft-hearted to her at some point. This will create a weakness and it is easy to ruin His Highness's affairs."

    "No," Zhao Ying shook his head and said, "It depends on the owner to beat a dog. Gu Yanting has the talent of a general. I will reuse him in the future. If he kills his woman now, he will definitely have  Gritty."

    Song Qingfeng didn't care and said, "It's just a woman. Wouldn't it be nice if His Highness gave him some more concubines?"

    Zhao Ying was a little hesitant, as if he was considering Song Qingfeng's proposal. Song Wan clenched his fists and said, "Your Highness, you cannot kill slaves!"

    Song Wan did not beg for mercy, but used words like "can't".

    Zhao Ying raised his eyes and looked at Song Wan, asking: "Why can't I?"

    Song Wan said: "This slave is favored by Gu Yanting now, and can help His Highness monitor him. He is a person who has been on the battlefield, and his awareness of precautions is higher than that of ordinary people. He does not pay attention to sex. Your Highness should also know that His Majesty gave him  Of the twenty maids, not one of them has managed to climb onto his bed. If Your Highness kills the maids, it will not be so easy to insert an informant."

    Song Wan quickly analyzed the pros and cons. Zhao Ying looked at her for a while and asked, "That's all?"

    Song Wan shook his head and said, "I am willing to serve His Highness, but I also have some requests from Your Highness."

    "What do you want to ask for?"

    "I beg you, Your Highness, to allow me to kill Song Qingfeng with my own hands one day, so that the souls of those who died in the Song family can be brought to rest!"

    Song Wan said and knelt down to Zhao Ying.

    Zhao Ying¡¯s eyes flickered between her and Song Qingfeng, and he raised his lips with interest.

    ¡°Interesting, these siblings seem to want to kill each other now.

    Just as he was thinking about it, the carriage stopped and the coachman's voice came: "Your Highness, someone seems to be making trouble outside the city."

    Since that day when refugees caused trouble in the city, the city gates of Hanjing have been kept tightly closed while more refugees streamed into the city.

    At this moment, many city guards and soldiers were running to the tower, and Zhao Ying also led Song Qingfeng and Song Wan upstairs.

    Zhao Ying rarely left the palace, and the officers and soldiers guarding the city basically didn't recognize him. Fortunately, Song Qingfeng held a token symbolizing the identity of the prince, and no one dared to stop him along the way.

    Outside the city gate, hundreds of refugees were excitedly confronting the officers and soldiers of Xiaowei Camp.

    The tower was too high and I couldn¡¯t hear what they were shouting. It was just that the officers and soldiers of the Xiaowei Camp were unable to harm their lives, so they were somewhat at a disadvantage during the pushing.

    Zhao Ying looked at it for a while and then ordered in a deep voice: "Bring me the bow and crossbow!"

    No one answered. Zhao Ying looked at the nearest guarding officer and said angrily: "What are you doing standing still? Are you deaf?"

    The man was shaken by the roar and said: "Your Majesty, Prince Gu, Commander Gu has ordered that no matter what conflict occurs outside the city, his subordinates must not attack innocent people."

    Those are not innocent people at all, they are clearly a group of unruly people who are just worried about the world being in chaos!

    Zhao Ying¡¯s face sank a little bit, and he raised his eyebrows and asked: ¡°You mean my words are not as effective as those of a fourth-grade captain!?¡±

    This is of course impossible.

    The man immediately shook his head like a rattle, not daring to disobey Zhao Ying anymore, and ran to find a crossbow. In just a moment, the refugees downstairs were already fighting with the officers and soldiers of Xiaowei camp.

    Although the refugees have no weapons, the power of three or two people attacking one person cannot be underestimated.

    Zhao Ying got the crossbow and immediately took aim.

    After seeing the person causing the most trouble in the crowd, Zhao Ying decisively let go.

    Zhao Ying had good archery skills and good arm strength. When the bow was fully drawn, the arrows flew out with an unstoppable force. Originally, Zhao Ying was aiming at the heart of the man. The man was pushed and staggered slightly.  As a result, the arrow shot directly through his neck.

    The bright red snow blooms in the sky like gorgeous fireworks.

    The noisy crowd slowly calmed down, and everyone looked up at the tower.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Blooming in the middle.

    The noisy crowd slowly calmed down, and everyone looked up at the tower.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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