The fleet was mighty, and the ships responsible for escorting them lined up in formation, not far from the boat that Murong Wei and the others were riding in the middle, and set sail. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Along the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, the bow of the ship is like the wings of a spring swallow in February, lightly cutting through the turquoise water, turning up layers of white foam, sailing all the way, gradually leaving the Royal Pier behind.

When traveling, the morning sun is new, and the sky is still a touch of red glow reflecting the light blue sky. After walking for a long time, a dark cloud flew by, and a slight drizzle drifted from the sky.

In early spring and February, the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River is like weaving, and the shore is already surrounded by willows. The grass is as bright as daisy, and there are dots of colorful wildflowers mixed in, like freshly woven carpet, eye-catching and soft.

When they got on the boat, it was still early, and breakfast was a little little, Murong Wei and Xia Lanxin sat on the big kang near the window, added a bowl of red bean soup cooked by Mama Luo, used two pastries, and then went to chess again, and they all looked out the window.

The two rarely go out on weekdays, but now that they are away from the capital, what scenery is new in their eyes. Compared with the spring mood of the drunken willows outside the window, the jade black and white chess pieces that the two of them hold between their fingers are a little tasteless.

Seeing that the two had no intention of playing chess, Tassel stepped forward with a smile to collect the chessboard, fetched water to clean their hands for the two, made a cup of tangerine peel Pu'er brought back from King An's Mansion the day before yesterday for Murong Wei, and soaked a hot red robe for Xia Lanxin, and then rolled up half a bamboo curtain painted with empty mountains and new rain on one side, so as to broaden the field of vision.

Jiangnan was originally a land of fish and rice, and Murong Wei looked through the window cabin and saw a large area of cultivated land in the distance. In the mist woven by patches of rain silk, there are still farmers who work hard, wearing bamboo hats and wearing robes, working hard in the farmland.

"The green mountains are all over the white river, and the rain is like smoke in the sound of Zigui", Xia Lanxin recited two sentences lightly, and said with a smile to Murong Wei: "Among the idyllic poems, I like Weng Juan's "Country April" the most, which is eloquent and picturesque, and it is exactly the same as the artistic conception we see today. ”

Outside the window, the seedlings were green and white, thick as splashing ink, and the cry of the cuckoo bird came from afar. The figures of the peasants were hazy and blurred in the rain, and they were even more misty and rainy. This scene is an excellent black and white landscape map, just like Xia Lanxin described. Murong Wei smiled and recited the song "Country April".

In the peaceful and prosperous world, the fog and drizzle, the men and women weave, Xia Lanxin saw the poetry soaked in smoke and rain, but Murong Wei put aside the breath of the book and looked at the farmers in the field.

The poetry in their eyes is actually the most ordinary livelihood of the farmer, and it is the foundation of their livelihood.

From his father's mouth, I learned that Song Weiyuan's excerpt had been gradually implemented by the Ministry of Industry, and the implementation was extremely smooth.

Tang Ge's young daughter, the little Tang Jia'er, mentioned the matter of Nongsang in the Shoukang Palace that day, and she was able to tell the story eloquently, and she was able to tell the truth, and Murong Wei blushed a little when she thought of this.

She doesn't understand agriculture, and she doesn't have Tang Jia'er's experience since she was a child, so she can only look at the tranquility in the field to infer that this spring's wind and rain are smooth, which is a little ungrounded, and has a bit of a taste of paper talk.

Murong Wei recalled that her father mentioned Song Weiyuan's excerpt that day, and a comfortable smile bloomed on her face. Emperor Chongming smiled and said to his daughter: "If it is operated properly, not only rice, but also wheat, sweet potatoes, and corn may also usher in a bumper harvest year." When the people are rich and the people are happy, money and food will be abundant and the country will be peaceful. ”

What you wear on your body and what you eat in your mouth are all the money and food taxes paid by the people. As my father said, only the peace and tranquility of the people is the blessing of the court, and it is the blessing of thousands of people in Xixia.

Looking at the farmers working in the fields from afar, thinking about the harvest scene, Murong Wei couldn't help but smile wistfully.

Tang Jia'er's slightly dark and slightly playful eyes flashed in front of her eyes from time to time, and the little girl who was ignorant of the world and worried about the suffering of the people always came to her heart. If she was on this boat, she didn't know how she would feel when she saw the busy figures of the peasants.

Murong Wei suddenly flashed such a thought, Song Weiyuan is proficient in water conservancy and agriculture, and Tang Jia'er is devoted to the livelihood of agriculture and mulberry, which seems to be a bit similar, they are all concerned about the people's suffering.

Song Weiyuan has no disciples, and I don't know if this good-tempered wizard can be willing to accept Tang Jia'er's wise little girl as a closed disciple. Since the little girl has a heart, over time, if it is operated properly, it is unknown whether she may be able to achieve a great cause.

With a click, the handkerchief in Xia Lanxin's hand was thrown on Murong Wei's arm, stopping her reverie. Xia Lanxin looked at Murong Wei with disgusted eyes, and said sourly: "I was stunned outside the window for a long time, and I didn't care about talking to you, what kind of crooked thoughts did I want to be fascinated here?"

Murong Wei was amused by Fang Cai's own whimsy, and felt that it might not be impossible. She fluttered to Xia Lanxin and smiled: "Looking at the farmers planting fields and planting seedlings, I thought of the little granddaughter of Hu Ge's old family for a while, and she looked like she cared about the people's weal and woe at a young age. ”

Then he told Xia Lanxin about Tang Jiaer's words and deeds on the first day of the new year, and when she heard the words "this winter's three-layer quilt", Xia Lanxin was very funny, but she also admired the little girl's benevolent heart, and she was ashamed of herself, and secretly picked a thumbs up.

On the official ship in front of him, Xia Yuzhi had no intention of the scenery outside the window, he carefully read the new newspaper issued by the imperial court, and handed it to Xiao Luochen.

It was just issued yesterday, and because he didn't have time to read the itinerary carefully, Xia Ge Lao wrote a copy for his grandson, and kept him to refer to it slowly on the way.

After Xiao Luochen finished reading it, Xia Yuzhi sighed in a low voice: "Emperor Kangnan is so fast, then Gu Chenxiao left the Gusu Imperial City on the seventeenth day of the first month, and it will be the end of the first month to return to the palace after a full fight." Now it is only the ninth day of the second lunar month, and he has already taken the iron horse to kill Da Ruan. ”

Gu Chenxiao was not in Beijing during the Yuan Festival, and he missed the poetry meeting, so he never saw Gu Chenxiao himself, and only heard the eldest brother of the prince say that Qin Heng and Gu Chenxiao were both first-class talents, so they couldn't help but be very curious about him.

pinching the newspaper and reading it again, Gu Chenxiao said to Xiao Luochen again: "Emperor Kangnan's behavior is difficult to understand, he set up Gu Zhengnuo as the crown prince early, but he blindly supported Gu Chenxiao, I don't know what idea to fight. ”

Xiao Luochen pondered with his eyebrows, lightly tapped his fingers on the edge of the table, carefully scrutinized in his heart, and analyzed with Xia Yuzhi: "Da Ruan has been attached to Kang Nan for many years, and he has been paying tribute for peace for many years, and now he doesn't know how to provoke Kang Nan and suffer from this catastrophe? ”

It is the unfathomable heart of the king, the two of them are here to think hard, carefully studying what kind of impact Kang Nan's movements will have on Xixia, and Xiao Luochen's inference coincides with Xia Yuzhi, and then returning to Emperor Kang Nan's attitude towards his two sons, it makes people speculate even deeper. (To be continued.) )