He left from Master He like a walking corpse, walked to Master He's coffin, and lay down beside him, unable to stand up straight.

It's like having a long dream, and when the dream begins, it's a bright world, and in the middle of it, it's a dark abyss, and at the end, I don't know what will happen.

But Xiao Shaotang really hopes that this dream will wake up soon.

In this way, he is still the little seventh of the He family in Yuzhou, and he will vow to take the best path because he is dissatisfied with his father's arrangement, and act recklessly under the protection of the grandfather.

But who could come to his rescue and save him from this terrible dream?

Who can reverse life and death and let him be the little seven who was happy under the knees of the grandfather?

"Xiao Shaotang!

Someone whispered in his ear, relentlessly, and woke him up from his daze.

Xiao Shaotang tried to condense his sight, the lights around him were bright, the white curtain was fluttering, and outside, the wind and snow were howling as if they were about to sweep away everything in the world.

A plain-looking woman was beside him, draped a plain white cotton coat over his shoulders.

"Go and rest for a while, I'll keep watch over here for you, okay?"

His tone was gentle, his eyes were compassionate, as he longed for the redemption, and tears welled up again.

"Huanhuan, shouldn't I have been born in this world? My birth caused the death of the mother concubine and the sickness of the grandfather, and now, ...... again"

"What nonsense?" the gentle woman whispered, interrupting his decadent self-pity, but she stretched out her arms softly, hugged him like comforting a helpless child, and then let go and looked at the sleeping old man in the coffin:

"Xiao Shaotang, the master definitely doesn't want you to be such a person at this moment. He must be the one who wants him to do everything in his power to protect, to live up to his expectations, not to waste his sacrifices, not to disobey his will, you understand?"

Xiao Shaotang was suddenly shocked, master, is this what you expect?

Finally, it was time to cover the coffin, and the Taoist priests and monks who were doing the things had already arrived, and the coffin was sung.

Xiao Shaotang knelt among the descendants of the He family, looking at the distant capital in the vast snow.

There, out of sight, there was a bloody confusion.

New hatred and old hatred are intertwined, and eternal life cannot be unraveled.

After seven days of spiritual stopping, on the day of Mrs. He's burial, the wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the sky was bright.

The sun is not strong, everything between heaven and earth is covered with snow, and the heavens see off the deceased with a clean glass world.

The capital, the rising sun, shines in front of the Taiji Palace, brilliant, solemn and solemn.

The atmosphere of the early dynasty gradually became tense.

When this belated winter snow fell on the world, the people of Daqi were jubilant, waiting for this hope.

But this jubilation is short-lived, and what follows is the reality of a cold winter.

In the past, the victims were starved to death, but at this time, the victims are dying of cold and starvation.

After a year of tossing and turning, the imperial court has run out of money and food, and how to settle the people who have been treated coldly by the heavens is a headache for everyone.

Perhaps because of the short days in winter, the emperor's spirit is getting worse and worse day by day.

Sitting on the high dragon chair, the emperor who was light and sable and warmed his fur had little patience for the worries of the ministers, and he had no personal feelings for the people who were wailing in the hunger and cold, so he made a decision lightly:

"This matter is still handed over to the household department, Zhu Siming, you can find a way to raise money, I give you the right to act cheaply, as long as you can raise two silver taels for disaster relief, what should you do, just discuss with the prime minister in case of trouble!"

Zhu Siming was dumbfounded, what should he do? Can he conjure grain and silver out of thin air?

But Fang Handong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, who had followed the emperor for many trips and didn't get any benefits, was in a daze, and immediately made a request:

"The minister is willing to cooperate with Lord Zhu to do his best for the victims!"

The Emperor lifted his eyelids and agreed.

In his previous life, he worked hard for the so-called people of the world, but how did the people of the world treat him?

Everyone in the world is responsible for him and Cheng Huan, in this life, he actually doesn't want to care about their life or death, anyway, no matter what kind of natural disaster, it will always pass, right?

Song Wenru also looked up at the king above the Dan Rank in surprise, and suddenly felt extremely strange—what about the emperor he taught with his own hand, who should have been wise and wise? How could he see at this time just a mediocre king who was careless, as if the world had nothing to do with him?

The early dynasty passed in such a dreary atmosphere, and it was not until a secret letter was sent to the emperor that the emperor's face suddenly changed:

"Just dead?"

He hasn't done anything to the He family yet, and Old Lady He just died?

It's really not a good thing to die at this time! If all the people who did it back then died, how would he do it?

Those old things in the court will definitely persuade him to settle down with "the dead are the greatest"!

Because of the tight situation, the news of Mrs. He's death soon spread throughout the capital.

Some people regret it, some people grieve, and even, some people directly play it to the emperor and ask the emperor to issue an edict to the old lady He to posthumously give him the title, after all, the old lady He is an old minister valued by Emperor Xiaozong and the first emperor!

When the emperor saw those twists and turns, he only smiled coldly, and chased the title of the emperor? He was eager to let people dig his grave at this time!

If it weren't for the He family's meddling in their affairs back then, wouldn't the Qin Wangfu be cut off from their children and grandchildren now? Where could a Xiao Shaotang appear to oppose him all day long?!

Outside the city gate, in front of the porridge shacks of each family, there were more people besieging them, and the cotton clothes made were almost robbed.

Mr. Yuan personally ran to stabilize the porridge shed of the Qin Palace, and the cotton clothes made in the rush had already been received.

When Mr. Yuan saw the tragic situation outside the city, even though he should have been hard-hearted as a staff member, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Such hunger and cold, and encountering such an emperor, is it going to cut off the people's way of life?"

Fu Han, who was walking with him, didn't speak, but there was a lot of murderous intent in his heart - such an emperor should have died a long time ago!

The two were speechless for a while, and when the carriage they were riding in passed by an intersection, they saw someone wearing linen and filial piety at the intersection and burning paper money.

"That's ......" Fu Han has never seen anyone like this for many years, but when he was in the northwest, his relatives passed away one by one, and he did not do such a thing, summoning souls for them one by one.

"That's the concubine of the He family, He Congmei, who must be burning paper for the old lady. ”

Mr. Yuan glanced at it and ordered the carriage to go around the road, and in any case, he could not come forward to ask at this time.

Fu Han was still uneasy in his heart:

"Isn't His Royal Highness the Prince of the World in Yuzhou...... I don't know if His Highness can withstand it!"

Mr. Yuan was restless in his heart, but his face did not show any light:

"It's okay for Your Highness to be there, the princess also went with her, with her, no matter how sad Your Highness is, she won't break down. We should be worried, it's the emperor. ”

Sure enough, when Mr. Yuan went back, he went into the inner courtyard to see the still unconscious "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin", and heard two imperial doctors talking nonsense in front of the prince's bed:

"I heard that Old Lady He died miserably, bleeding from the seven orifices, and he didn't blink an eye!"

"But no, it's all affected by people, scared to death by life!"

The people on the couch are still asleep.