Hu Tingfeng's face had a faint smile. He sat in front of Rong Yunhe and said, "Sect Master, I came together on behalf of the elders of our former Bafang Pavilion."

"Oh." Rong Yunhe's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly. He looked at Hu Tingfeng in front of him with a smile, and said, "Elder Hu, what's wrong, but it's okay to say it."

Hu Tingfeng said righteously: "President Rong, let's talk about it. Now we are all from the Cangjian Sect, so we shouldn't divide each other, right?"

"That's right." Rong Yunhe's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked at Hu Tingfeng in front of him, with a strong smile on his face.

Hu Tingfeng said in a deep voice: "But look, before our Bafang Pavilion, there were four elders, me, Jiang Hongwen, Huang Lehua, and Zhang Ze."

"But they have only three people in the Wushuang Sword Sect. To be honest, although we are a family now, the few people from the Wushuang Sword Sect are sing opposites to us everywhere. If we continue like this, we will not be able to do anything."

Hu Tingfeng smiled and said, "What do you think, Master?"

Rong Yunhe smiled and understood what Hu Tingfeng meant. This guy wanted to pull himself to stand on their group.

Rong Yunhe said without a trace: "Elder Hu, don't worry, you are four, they only have three elders in the Wushuang Sword Sect. Of course, the opinions of the four of you in the Cang Sword Sect are more important."

When Hu Tingfeng heard this, he smiled and nodded, saying, "What the leader means, I will tell Elder Jiang Hongwen and others that we will come to join the Cangjian Sect. From now on, we will be our own family. Everyone will work together to build the Cangjian Sect into the largest sect in Yan State."

After talking nonsense, Hu Tingfeng left with satisfaction.

Fei Wei next to him noticed that Rong Yunhe's gaze was a little wrong.

After Hu Tingfeng left, Feiwei asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you?"

Rong Yunhe smiled, glanced at the direction where Hu Tingfeng left, and said, "This person is quite interesting."

"They were two groups of people before. Although they were forcibly gathering together now, it is normal to have their own little thoughts."

Rong Yunhe shook his head: "I'm not talking about this. Lin Fan told me privately before that Hu Tingfeng and Zhang Ze were already dead in Dachishan at the hands of Duan Li and Sikongsu."

"Of course, it is also possible that the two of them were just seriously injured and did not really die." Rong Yunhe paused for a moment and said, "But I feel that the possibility is that these two people have problems."

Fei Wei couldn't help but smile and said, "Can there be such a thing happening? These two people dressed up as Zhang Ze and Hu Tingfeng and deliberately joined our Cangjian Sect? Moreover, the two elders Jiang Hongwen and Huang Huale were not at all strange."

Rong Yunhe breathed a sigh and said, "It's not just these elders of Bafang Pavilion, but also those elders of the Wushuang Sword Sect, but they are not easy-to-efficient. These people, one by one, join our Cangjian Sect, all have their own ulterior motives."

"Everyone wants to hold the power of the Cangjian Sect in their own hands. They all see that I, the leader, are not strong enough, want to bully customers in the store." Rong Yunhe snorted coldly.

This group of people didn't know the secret relationship between Rong Yunhe and Lin Fan.

Now they need the Cangjian Sect’s banner to protect themselves and dare not act rashly.

If the safety problem is solved, these people will immediately fight to heaven.

"I just don't know which force Hu Tingfeng and Zhang Ze were secretly sent by him." Rong Yunhe whispered: "From Qi State? Or something else?"

Rong Yunhe can't understand this question for the time being.

Of course, the power behind these two people will definitely not be weak, otherwise Jiang Hongwen and Huang Huale would not have cooperated in acting so obediently.

...

Since the one-million-strong army in Qi State began to send troops to Dalin County, during this period, the wealthy people from Yanjing kept secretly fleeing to other county governments with their family wealth.

The ultimate goal of the Qi army was naturally to build this magnificent palace city that began with the founding of Yan State.

Of course, not only were people leaving, but people from Dalin County or other county governments fled to Yanjing.

These people escaped with their families, and the number was quite large.

Naturally, Yanjing would not allow these refugees to enter the capital casually, but instead divided the three counties near Yanjing to resettle the refugees, and the imperial court sent porridge every day.

No one dared to order these refugees to enter Yanjing, and no one knew how many spies from Qi were hidden among these refugees.

In Xing County near Yanjing, refugees are everywhere in the streets in the county town.

Most of these refugees are displaced.

When they learned that the war was coming, they all escaped.

On both sides of the street, most of the refugees were dressed in tattered clothes, and many of them were hungry and yellow.

"Princess Taiji came to send the porridge in person."

"What kind of porridge is the porridge? Princess Taiji brought a lot of steamed buns to everyone."

"This little princess is really a living Bodhisattva."

At this time, at the entrance of Xing County, Liu Qing was wearing ordinary clothes, surrounded by imperial guards, and behind him, there were several trucks of steamed buns.

Many palace maids and eunuchs in the palace also followed Liu Qing to help.

Liu Qing kept giving porridge and steamed buns to the people.

The refugees lined up in a long line.

Of course, all refugees were quite orderly. Once chaos arose, these imperial guards would remove the food because of the princess' safety.

No one dares to do anything randomly.

Liu Qing looked at the yellow-faced refugees, especially many of them, and her face was filled with heartache.

She was born as a farm child. If she hadn't become this princess by chance, she would probably not be much better than their situation.

Anyway, there was nothing wrong in the palace, so I came to deliver food to them every day.

Xiao Yuanlong also supported this.

"Sister, sister."

At this time, a little girl with a pale face and skinny face, looking about seven or eight years old, with messy hair. She secretly ran to the front of Pifang and said, "My parents are about to starve. Can you give me some food?"

"Little girl, don't go to the line."

"No one in anyone is about to starve to death."

“Come in line.”

The refugees behind were immediately dissatisfied.

Liu Qing smiled and said, "Little girl, you can only get the steamed buns in line."

The little girl looked a little impatient and said, "But sister, I..."

"What's your name?" Liu Qing asked.

The little girl blinked her big eyes and said, "Le Qiaoer."

"Good name." Liu Qing gave her two steamed buns: "Hurry up and take them to your parents, so I won't be able to do this."

"Yeah." Le Qiaoer showed a look of happiness on her face, and she hurriedly turned around and ran back with two steamed buns in her arms.
Chapter completed!