Uncle Guo, your heart thief has been promoted again

Chapter 218
When Jiang Baoyu entered the nursing home, it happened to be time for dinner.

At this moment, the refugees are all squatting on one side holding a bowl to eat. Some families have a lot of children, and the food is not enough, and the children are crying because of hunger.

The sick old woman beside her who couldn't sit up felt sad, and gave up her porridge, but was snatched away by a young and strong man, and drank it all down.

"Your son hasn't had enough to eat yet. If you have time to be a good person, why don't you take care of yourself first? Otherwise, if I starve to death, who will die for you?"

Even though it's not autumn yet, it's getting a little cold at night.

The refugees were still wearing tattered thin clothes. Some children even wore short clothes and short shirts, not even a piece of clothing to cover their bodies.

From time to time, there was a violent coughing sound from the crowd, which made Jiang Baoyu feel anxious.

She had been in the palace for four years, and she hadn't seen such a miserable scene for a long time.

Even in the past, she seldom went to the places where the untouchables gathered, and she would never have the opportunity to get in touch with such a core.

She looked at these people with strange eyes, and these people looked at her, why didn't they feel that she was a different kind.

"Look, there's a girl over there, dressed more decently than the deacon here, she looks like a rich master!"

On weekdays, rich people would come to give porridge to do good deeds. Every time these people came, the refugees would get a lot of benefits.

Therefore, as soon as the man said this, a group of people immediately surrounded Jiang Baoyu, blocking Jiang Baoyu's way, for fear that if he came a step late, he would not get any benefits.

"This girl, please give me a stutter! My Erya hasn't had a full meal for several days, and if she can't eat again, she will die!"

As the woman spoke, she turned around and pulled her skinny daughter. The little girl had no energy at all, and her big head was barely supported by her thin body like a chopstick.

At the instigation of his mother, he knelt down and begged.

Even so, their voices were quickly overwhelmed by the crowd pushing up from behind, and a group of people surrounded Jiang Baoyu one after another.

Each of them tells the same misery, and there is a pity that no conscientious person can ignore.

"Who are you?"

The riot centered on Jiang Baoyu and spread rapidly, but was stopped by such a voice.

Immediately, a group of officers and soldiers rushed over with weapons, scattered the crowd to both sides, and opened a path in front of Jiang Baoyu.

It also allowed Jiang Baoyu to see the face of the visitor clearly.

It was a middle-aged man with a black forehead, messy hair combed back into a ponytail, and a sword on his waist.

He was not wearing an official uniform, and he couldn't tell what his identity was.

But judging from the fact that the refugees shrank to one side and did not dare to speak out after he appeared, Jiang Baoyu judged that he must be the deacon here.

"Your Excellency is a female official sent by the Royal Fashion Bureau in the palace to make winter clothes for refugees. Her surname is Jiang. Is your Excellency the deacon of Nangong?"

The man took a look at Jiang Baoyu, seeing that she was a teenage girl, subconsciously spat out the half-gnawed chicken bone in his mouth, snorted softly, turned around and shouted somewhere: "Boliang! There are people coming here again, hurry up and lead them to the residence, don’t let these scoundrels scare them into bad things again, it will be the deacon’s fault.”

After Nangong Lin finished speaking, he walked up the stage, and happened to have a face-to-face meeting with the man named Bo Liang.

Jiang Baoyu stood far away and was out of the light. Bo Liang couldn't see her face clearly, so he asked Nan Gonglin, "Again? Who is he sending this time? He won't be able to stay for two months. Are you looking for death and running away?"

"who knows?"

Nangong Lin said, then looked back at Jiang Baoyu, said with a light smile: "You should go and see for yourself, she is just a little girl, with delicate skin and tender flesh, I don't think she can stay for three days!"

While speaking, Bo Liang had already walked in front of Jiang Baoyu, and when he was looking at Jiang Baoyu, Jiang Baoyu was also looking at him.

This is a man with black moles and long hair on his face, who looks older than Nangong Lin. Although his face looks wretched, Jiang Baoyu can see that when he looks at himself, his eyes are not uncomfortable. .

No wonder the deacon of the Jiang Family Nursing Home would tell her that Nangong Lin was unpredictable, but Bo Liang was a good man, and he could be consulted with him for usual matters.

"Yo, you're really a little girl. Who are you offending, right? You're so young, how did you get squeezed here?"

Jiang Baoyu wanted to speak, but Bo Liang didn't give her a chance, turned around and made a gesture of invitation: "Let's go, this place is full of rioters, it's not a place for clean little girls like you to stay, your palace The female officials from here all live in Canglan Pavilion, where it is quieter."

Bo Liang left after finishing speaking, and Jiang Baoyu had to follow behind in a hurry, but when he was about to walk out of the yard, he glanced at Nangong Lin on the high platform from afar.

This person was sitting obliquely on the edge of the wine table, eating a whole chicken, and there were a few well-dressed maids serving him, beating his back with wine, forming a heaven and earth relationship with the suffering refugees below. No, it seems that they are not in the same space.

Cool officials!

This word was fleeting in Jiang Baoyu's mind. After all, in her mind, there was no crueler punishment than eating in front of a hungry person.

And the moment she withdrew her gaze, Nangong Lin also shifted her gaze from the roast chicken to the back of Jiang Baoyu's head, and stretched out her hand to dismiss the two women around her, ordering them to take the roast chicken and share it with their families.

"Before tomorrow morning, I want to know all the information about this woman."

The other man in white who was drinking next to him heard the words, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a little surprise: "Aren't you, a little girl who hasn't even grown a hair yet, is it worth such a big fight?"

As he spoke, he thought again and again, and suddenly asked as if he understood something: "Could it be that you have taken a fancy to him? He is very good-looking?"

Nangong Lin recalled the impression he had when he saw Jiang Baoyu for the first time just now.

She clearly looked like a young girl, but seeing so many unruly and flailing refugees, there was no trace of panic in their eyes, but a bit of compassion.

His identity can be broken without introduction.

Even in the face of his rudeness, he could not show it, followed the trend and followed Bo Liang without saying a word.

No matter what it is, they are different from the female officials sent by the previous palace.

Although those people are all officials, they are just women. Facing so many terrifying refugees, some screamed in fright, some used the official power to force others to drink away, and some even fainted. Instead, he ran away the next day looking for a relationship.

But it was the first time I saw someone as calm as Jiang Baoyu.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that this woman was able to tell his identity in one go, and she didn't have too much defense against Bo Liang. She obviously came prepared, but he still didn't know anything about her. How terrible is it?
So he turned the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were slightly cold, and he answered the question just now from the man in white.

"No, it's ugly."

"Then what are you doing? Those women who came out of the palace, which one is not a useless paper tiger? After scaring you twice and starving for a few days, you are guaranteed to be honest!"

The white-clothed man was half-speaking, but seeing Nangong's sharp-eyed knife flying towards him, he was extremely terrified, and immediately stopped teasing Jiang Baoyu, but knelt down and saluted: "Yes, my subordinate Yin Shiyu, I promise to complete the task."

(End of this chapter)