"Dead old man, dare to knock Lao Tzu's iron plough into a corner! I want to see the coffin, don't you?!" Suddenly a rude break disturbed this beautiful scene, Mu Cheng frowned, picked her up and walked out, only to see a few evil-looking slave-looking people not far away around an old man with gray temples moving his hands and feet, he reached out and took out the bamboo flute from his sleeve and blew a few notes gently, those evil slaves suddenly jumped with spasms in their hands and feet, and exclaimed in their mouths:

"Snakes, how can there be snakes?!"

After those evil servants were scared away, Mu Cheng put her down, walked forward to the old man and asked, "Is the old man injured?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "Spring ploughing has arrived, but this plough is shared by three families, how can they plough the land on time? After saying that, he coughed violently, and Mu Cheng saw that his knees were oozing blood slightly, and couldn't help but say to him:

"My uncle's foot is injured, and it happens to be ......" He glanced at Mei Ziyan and said, "My sister's shoes are dirty and inconvenient to walk around, but she knows a little bit about the art of disambiguation, why don't you show your father-in-law?"

It turned out that this Zhuliao was the residence of the old man, and the old man said that he had two sons, the eldest son enlisted in the army, and the younger son worked with him at home.

When Mei Ziyan bandaged her husband, the bamboo liao was shabby, Mu Cheng looked around, the ring was blocked, and the window was so broken that only the lattice. On the wooden table were a few cooked yams, and a bowl of cold millet porridge with two leaves floating.

"That's what my husband eats on weekdays?" he asked.

"The family is surrounded by four walls, coarse tea and light rice, and there is nothing to greet the two ......"

"Uncle, you can't move around much, let alone get wet, be careful. Mei Ziyan got up and pulled Mu Cheng's sleeve, smiled at the old man and said:

"Our brother and sister still have something to do, so don't disturb my father-in-law's rest. With that, he pulled Mu Cheng barefoot and left Zhuliao.

Mu Cheng glanced back at the bamboo liao thoughtfully, and then continued to walk forward with her on his back, Mei Ziyan asked tentatively:

"Isn't the livelihood of Yiluo still very good in the past ten years?"

"I have caught up with the level of Xiqian to the greatest extent, but the original battle with Dongting was greatly damaged, and I did not do enough in some aspects. For example, a large number of weapons were destroyed in the war and the population was lost, and in recent years, the flooding of the Red River has caused many famines, and the household finances are struggling, so you see, three households and one plow. ”

"Isn't there an iron ore mine in Ira?"

"Is iron ore only used to make ploughs? ”

"Persimmons, if all the iron ore in Yiluo is used to develop people's livelihood, let the agricultural department specially design some iron tools to promote production, and distribute them to the people free of charge, those who rely on small doors and small roads to encroach on iron plows to squeeze the people's hard-earned money will have no room for survival. ”

He was silent, and she took the opportunity to say, "There is a big difference between whether iron tools are used for soldiers or people. ”

He paused, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"You see that this world is so big, and there are so many people, they don't care whose world it is, they only care who can let them eat and live a peaceful life. Have you ever been to Mianyuan? The Mianyuan mutual market is very lively, and the merchants of Dongting and Yiluo, as well as merchants from Xirong and Xiqian, are trading and prospering there, and those people do you say they are the people of Yiluo or the people of Dongting? The people who attach importance to this issue are not actually themselves, but those who are high up in the sky. ”

"You come down. He said lightly. At this time, I just walked to the Qingzhu Bridge.

She was stunned, but she also stood barefoot on the ground, he turned to look at her, his dark eyes were deep, his lips moved, and finally suppressed the words in his heart, smiled hard, and said:

"The Son of Heaven is not a family in the world? What is the difference between planning for the Son of Heaven and planning for the people? Yiluo has devoted himself to agricultural production in the past ten years, but the mining of iron ore is somewhat difficult, and the amount of iron ore is not large, and the army's sword weapon is not easy to come by, even if it is a small horseshoe. As for the iron tools needed to cultivate the land, that is a matter for the household, and I should not interfere with it. ”

"Doesn't it say that only a rich country can strengthen the army? Taoguang and obscurity are the way to survive, and the early Han Dynasty advocated the art of Huang Lao, and only after recuperation did it have its later prosperity. Don't you think that it is not a very sad thing that these simple people can live a peaceful life in the whims of some people? You often say that you will protect the country and prosper the country, but the happiness of those who have been sacrificed will never return......

"Is it better to live in peace?"

Mei Ziyan took a deep breath, the past war had caused him so much damage that some ideas were already deep-rooted and difficult to shake. Her lips moved, and she said:

"I just don't understand why so many people are vying to repeat this fallacy when the wars of the past were clearly a fallacy. ”

"I am from Dongting, wandering around the rivers and lakes all day long, I am used to idleness, and I can't learn to be prepared for danger in times of peace. ”

He was silent for a moment, then reached out and took her into his arms, rubbing her hair and saying, "If you were always like this, I would love it." ”

How nice it would be if she really wasn't that person.

He wanted to tell her that every March, he would go to Mianyuan to pay homage to his father. ”

Every year when he paid homage to his father, he would tell him that he would take back the city that had cost him his life, no matter what the cost, whether by peaceful means or by means of war.

He also wanted to say that Mianyuan is the barrier of Ialara. The loss of Mianyuan is not only a shame for Ichira, but also a crisis for Ichira. Today is comfortable, but how do you know that your father, brother, and sister will not be slaughtered overnight in the future? Peace is good, but the price is often heavy.

He was on a different position with her and could not be in agreement.

That night, in the corner pavilion in front of the Suide Palace's visit to Yunju, Mu Cheng sat in the pavilion and thought about something, and Suzaku led a person in a dark cloak into the pavilion, and reported:

"Shizi, Niangniang is here. ”

I saw that the man pulled down the hat belt of the cloak, revealing a beautiful and gentle face, she looked at him and smiled softly, Suzaku retreated silently, Mu Cheng stood up and walked to her side, and asked:

"Why are you still here so late?"

"I want to see you, can't I?" she looked up at him, revealing her grievances in her tenderness, "The last time I quarreled with you like that, although it was acting, I still felt very hurt in my heart." I knew that the mute must have heard that the Jinglan Hall was so close to the corner pavilion, and that he would lie in a daze in the flower garden next to the pavilion at dusk in the palace. But will he definitely tell Mei Ziyan about this?"

"He won't say, but it's enough for him to believe that I've broken with you. He said lightly: "You don't have to worry, it's too late, I'll let Suzaku send you back to the palace." ”

"Yunzhi, tell me, have you already convinced Mei Ziyan that you like her?" she gritted her teeth and complained: "I have heard about the scene by the Qiushui River, is it true?"

"It was just a joke. He reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, "That's what worries you when you come here late at night?"

"Yunzhi, have you been drinking?" she frowned, and there was a smell of alcohol on him.

"I'm cured, why not have a drink?" his tone was still not angry.

"The emperor promised that after you married Mei Ziyan, let me fake my death and leave the palace and enter the palace as a side concubine, he will naturally not regret it, but you, tell me that your mind is still the same as back then......?"

He sighed and put his hand down.

"You haven't been able to see me in the past few days...... I miss you. She muttered.

"Hello to stay by the side of the Queen Mother, the tail of the Dongfang family is too big, if you can help the emperor uproot the power of the Dongfang family, your father should be in the court to rest free and be favored. He gently pushed her away, and said to the shadows beside him:

"Suzaku, send Concubine Bi back to the palace. ”

Suzaku invited Shen Biyan expressionlessly and left the palace with her.

is more deeply exposed, and Mu Cheng is still standing quietly in the pavilion in a single dress.

He remembered that day in front of the Caoyue Flower House, after he returned to the palace full of melancholy, Shen Biyan, who was released by the Internal Supervision Department, asked people to send a scroll of paintings, he opened it and looked at it, and went straight to the Tianji Hall to see Mu Yao in disbelief and anger.

Mu Yao glanced at the scroll and said, "Concubine Bi is very affectionate to you, and when she found this old thing in the Queen Mother's Palace, she couldn't wait to show it to you." Now that you know, how do you feel?"

Mu Cheng's lips trembled, and he didn't make a sound.

"When Sima Jiyao came to the palace to be my chess doctor, and I bet that he could win fifty games of chess in a row, when my imperial sister Princess Yuxiang was sixteen years old, when she saw Sima Jiyao, she fell in love with his elegance and bearing, and secretly painted this picture behind the curtain when I was playing chess with him. After fifty games of chess, I was convinced of the loss and volunteered to go back to the east court with him to solve the border crisis. Yan'er, she looks like him, doesn't she?"

Mu Cheng stood with his head down, his face was unhappy, but his heart had already turned over the river and the sea, "Mu Cheng is dull, I really don't know why His Royal Highness King Shou and the emperor concealed this matter from their ministers?"

"You wrote to ask me to write a letter to ask you to marry the beloved daughter of King Xuanyang, in fact, even if there is no book from you, I will do this, I know that you have always wanted to be ashamed of the snow and return to the territory of Yiluo. Marrying the lord of Xuanyang will be a check on the Dongting side, so whether you want to or not, you have to marry her; The reason why King Shou concealed you was because he left her a way out, as long as she was unwilling to marry you, this marriage would have a chance to turn around. ”

"But hasn't Sima Yanran already agreed to the marriage?"

"It's Sima Yanran, not Mei Ziyan! During that time, she was not in the East Court at all, according to the spies, the person in charge of the Xuanyang Palace, now the person in charge of the Xuanyang Palace, is Sima Xingnan, the prince of Xuanyang, as for why he accepted the marriage on behalf of Sima Yanran, there is no way to know, but Mei Ziyan has left the palace for two years, and there is no possibility of personally agreeing to the marriage. ”

Mu Cheng suddenly remembered that on the eaves of the Xishan Grass Pavilion, she said to him very firmly: Bet that you won't be able to marry the lord of Xuanyang.

His heart was cold, and the coldness spread into his limbs.

"Since she doesn't want to marry me, she can just regret the marriage, why bother going around in a big circle?" he said bitterly.

"First, King Shou asked her to treat your illness, and secondly, it was probably for one person. ”

"Who?"

"The general of the Dongting Xiaocai who guarded the back of the Dragon Gorge, Sima Suisheng. ”