Chapter 42: The Sunset

Ye Daiwan felt that the information they could get was still too little. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info relies on guessing, that's too unscientific. Although she sometimes guesses quite accurately. "Shushen, send a message to General Jiang Ying for me, and see if there is any news about Bianzhou over there Xie Xuan."

"Obey the king's orders." Lu Shushen got the order and immediately went to prepare.

Qingzhan brought the freshly brewed tea up. "Your Majesty, do you want to talk about it today?" Ye Daiwan took a small bite and nodded at her. Qingzhan began today's lesson. Although Ye Daiwan doesn't have to be proficient in poetry and songs like those talents, at least she can. Otherwise, once she shows her cowardice in front of everyone, she will laugh for eternity.

"Your Majesty, today we will talk about Yongzhu. Takeno is one of the Four Gentlemen and one of the Three Friends of the Cold. Xiaoyue supports the wind, chic and open, elegant and elegant, and is a humble gentleman. Poetry must be elegant, and there will be bamboo if there is poetry and wine. Let's start with bamboo. ”

"You don't need to cut it into a phoenix tube, you don't need to cut it off as a fishing rod. After the flowers and grass withered, they stayed to look in the snow. This is Bai Juyi's "Title Li Ciyun Window Bamboo". Your Majesty, you can feel something. ”

Ye Daidu's eyes lit up when she heard this. The ancients are the ancients, even if it is a young lady in the boudoir, she is so good at poetry, and it is appropriate to send it to modern times to be a language teacher. She took notes carefully and then shook her head very honestly. "Nope."

"Your Majesty, how can you feel nothing? Say whatever comes to your mind. Even a little bit of it's fine. Qingzhan's respect for Ye Daiwan has plummeted since she taught her. At least she dared to speak loudly, and she was in tears when she talked too much.

"Nope." Ye Daiwan thought for a while, but still shook her head. This poem is a good poem, and bamboo is also a good bamboo, but she really doesn't feel anything about it now. Does it count if you want to eat bamboo shoots? However, she looked at Qingzhan's face and still shut up and didn't say anything. She's still self-aware.

Then Qingzhan had no choice but to answer herself, and after speaking for an hour to see if the time was not early, she got out of class. Although it may be more because the atmosphere is so awkward, this little girl can bear it to the limit. As the initiator, Ye Daiwan had no choice but to praise her comfortingly, and let her have a supper with her before letting her go back.

"Your Majesty, what do you want to eat tomorrow?" Speaking of which, this supper was made by Ji Xi. A bowl of dry-fried small wontons, each only the size of her little finger, with crispy skin and fragrant meat. With a pot of herbal tea, it's really the ultimate treat. Qingzhan's originally blue face finally became ruddy after eating a bowl of small wontons.

Ye Daiwan chewed, and her mind involuntarily drifted into the distance. Do the homeless still have food at the moment? It was too late for the imperial court to get the news, and now it is still arguing everywhere. Even the officialdom in Beijing is already so desperate, let alone Bianzhou, which is far away from here. It's still summer, and you can still find food in the mountains and forests, but wait until the cruel winter. There was no food to keep them fed, no clothing to keep warm, not even a place to shelter.

What a desperate situation that must be!

Ye Daiwan couldn't help but think of the winter days she spent. But at that time, she was not alone, and there was meow. The yellow and white, the most common wild cat, is already her only family member in Ye Daidu's heart. However, on a cold winter day, he still left her, and no matter how much she embraced, his body temperature still became cold little by little.

People say that if you can, you really want to do it all over again. However, Ye Daiwan definitely didn't. She would rather let her past be full of mistakes and failures than go through those hoarse farewells again.

"When the cold winter waxes and moons, there will definitely be many deaths and injuries of displaced people." Ye Daiwan suddenly came up with such a sentence. But the maids who were moving their own ways stopped in an instant and turned to her. These eyes have the same feelings.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is from a homeless background." The one who said this was usually the most inconspicuous maid, and although she did a lot, she was silent. Even the vigil never chatted with Ye Daidu. Ye Daiwan remembered that this girl had another beautiful name, Yu Yan.

"Yu Yan? I remember that you were a house slave of Lord Lu's family. Qingzhan immediately retorted. Her understanding of the origin of the maids present was only as good as that of Lu Shushen, who was the most senior. With these two dialogues alone, Ye Daiwan has already sketched a tragic story in her mind.

But Yu Yan didn't care. She didn't care that others told her about her origins, nor did she care about the sympathetic stares of the people around her. She knelt in place, as straight as a tree. "The concubine was born in the fifty-third year of Tianyou. In the second year of Changde, a flood washed away the 28 counties of Liangzhou, and the concubine's hometown was among them. ”

"Who is Lord Lu?" Ye Daiwan just thought about it for a long time and didn't recall this surname. Although it is said that it is everyone in the Qin period, history has always been a person who likes the new and hates the old, only seeing the new people laughing, and not hearing the old people crying. Is it a petty official?

"Your Majesty, I probably don't know." Qingzhan explained eagerly. "This is the Ministry of Industry Shangshu left by Emperor Chengmin during his tenure, and after ten years in office, Emperor Pingyang somehow annoyed him and took him away. After Lord Lü's death, his son was exiled for committing a crime, and all the family servants were not admitted to the palace. ”

Ye Daiwan understood, this is called copying the house. The emperor is better than the bandits, it is a pot of servants, and there is not even a little soup left. Then Yu Yan first became an outcast, then sold herself into slavery, and then was put into the palace as a maid. It sounds like half a novel, or the first half of the tragic one, the kind that waits for the second half to turn over and slap your face. "Yu Yan, do you remember? Where did the exiles come from? ”

"The concubine remembers, the concubine remembers very clearly. The concubine sat on a branch, and the water flooded the concubine's waist. It was dog days, but the water was bitterly cold. Yu Yan said, her eyes obviously reddening. But that's not the most terrible thing, it's when the water goes down...... Nothing. ”

No, it's not that there's nothing left, there's still a human heart. It is difficult to beat half a tael of gold, and it is even more difficult to reach the vastness of the land. There is nothing more poisonous in this world than the human heart. Ye Daiwan half-lowered her eyelids, and suddenly didn't dare to look at the girl's eyes. She was afraid to see the utter frightening grief and despair in those eyes.

Yet even so, she was still heartbroken. Because she understands, she understands, she can't hide, and the people of this world can't hide from the same pain.

"Your Majesty......" It was a soft voice that had never been heard before, with a deep cry. Your Majesty, I beg you. Save the people of this world. Please, don't call this world, there will be a woman like a concubine again. ”

Ye Daidu's throat was filled with something invisible, and she couldn't speak. She knew she couldn't do it, she was just a mortal, just a woman, just a puppet emperor. But a breath of air rushed up from her chest, and her blood boiled. Then, she heard her own voice speak clearly. "Okay."

The girls' eyes lit up instantly, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of starlight here, and her eyes were warm. The maids immediately gathered around and chattered about it, so that they completely forgot the etiquette. "Your Majesty, what shall we do?"

"Your Majesty, what can we do?" In fact, this sentence also sounded in Ye Daiwan's heart at the same time.

How? What can she do? But we can't sit idly by. She is the only person in the world who can justifiably save them, but she is also the most unlikely person in the world to save them. She's too weak. Wait, she's not alone now.

Five people are a team, twenty is what, one hundred is a town, a thousand is a city, and ten thousand are a country.

"First of all, we must be able to intervene in the court."