The bright moon didn't know when to climb up to the top of the eyebrows, and the soft light sprinkled quietly, like flowing water, caressing the flowers and trees that had not yet slept, and the people who looked up at the moon at this time. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xu is her light is too gentle, like the gentle caress of a girl's slender jade hand, and the white and flawless face is even more like a girl's smiling face, it should be a lover's smiling face, otherwise how can it be so gentle.

Out of nowhere, a black cloud floated in, slowly obscuring the moon. Only a few strong, but somewhat dim beams of light remained, struggling through the black clouds, still caressing the grass and trees in front of her. There was always a lot less—the familiar tenderness was gone.

Li Muqi stroked Chang Xiao in his hand, and sighed softly unconsciously: People, so, but Mingyue, too. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky that had been hiding behind the black clouds, and said softly, "What is the night tonight? The bright moon asked Qingfeng shamefully;

The wind is affectionate, why push the clouds to block the eyes? The moon is affectionate, how can you be so incomprehensible!

It is the same bright moon, but it has different results. Although the dark clouds in the sky covered the moon, they were not completely covered, and there was still a crooked corner. That little corner is so bright.

It's not that the moon is too bright, but that the night is too dark. It is only faintly discernible in the moonlight or in the dim light.

Moon, maybe she was too sad to hide herself, or she was hiding for someone, ashamed to see people, maybe she couldn't bear to look at the people under the moon, so she hid in the black clouds, or she was covering for someone to hide.

Almost all of Hebei Province was affected by the drought, and almost no harvest was lost. Looking at the countryside, it is all loess. Ten rooms and nine empty people, hungry people everywhere.

Those who could escape had fled to other places, and those who could not have fled to Weizhou with their children in search of a glimmer of life. Those who have never left, almost fill their stomachs with edible and edible things, hoping to survive this period of time and survive this year. Readers who are in difficulty look forward to the relief of the imperial court every hour and every day, waiting for the relief of the imperial court.

Weizhou: The city is full of people with clothes that are difficult to cover their bodies and their feet are full of mud. Or ten people together, or five people in a cluster leaning in the corner of the alley, or leaning or lying, slightly closed eyes, waiting for tomorrow to come. What day is tomorrow? They don't know, they don't want to know, they just want to drink a little more clear soup porridge and eat a little more to satisfy their hunger. Perhaps, it wouldn't be so cold, and it wouldn't be so hard to endure this cold night.

How long it had been that they had not eaten a full meal, they had forgotten, and they did not dare to recall it in their dreams. How long has it been since they had a good night's sleep, and they didn't dare to think about it anymore, the only thing they had to think about was to survive these few days and survive this year. Hopefully it won't be like that next year, it won't be like that tomorrow.

The cold wind howled and roared in the alleys, like demons, ready to take away one or two poor people.

A little face covered with mud was finally woken up by the howling of the wind, rubbing his hazy eyes, and gently shaking the woman beside him. The woman was wearing a patchwork of rags, and she could barely cover half of her body, her arms and calves were exposed in the cold night wind, and her body was almost curled into a lump of flesh, and it was difficult to hide the cold, and she was struggling to squeeze under the man next to her to avoid the cold. The man folded his arms, hid his palms under his armpits, and rested his head slightly against the corner of the wall, with a faint snoring sound. He was so tired that he hadn't rested for at least five nights, and he was too tired to get through it today, so he fell asleep. He had just fallen asleep.

When the child saw that his mother was asleep, he turned to shake the old man who was leaning against the corner of the wall—the folds of his face almost covered his eyes, and if he did not have some strength, he was afraid that his eyes would be blocked by his eyelids, and it would be difficult to open them. The flesh on his face had completely collapsed, and only the skin remained on his bones. The same is true for the face, and the same is true for the rest of the body. He wasn't old, he was just over fifty. If it weren't for this disaster, he would have lived at least another five or six years.

Xu was that the child pushed too hard, and half of the cake in his arms as hard as a stone fell to the ground, turned around, and quietly stopped at the old man's hand. When he saw the piece of bread, the child quickly stretched out his dirty and thin little hand to pick up the piece of bread and put it in his arms. His mother had secretly left him a piece of bread for him to swallow tomorrow with porridge.

Seeing the old man's almost dry face, the child couldn't help but shake the scrawny man again. The tentacles were cold, and they only shook about seven or eight times. The old man slowly fell down in front of the child's eyes. Frightened, the child burst into tears. The shrill cry woke up the surrounding parents, as well as seven or eight people from the same village and clan.

Through the faint light, I saw that the old man had fallen on top of him, motionless. The crowd did not cry, but sighed to each other and comforted the couple softly. Their hearts are so soft that they don't know how many tears have flowed, and it is difficult to shed a drop at this moment, and they don't know how many such situations they have experienced. Their hearts could no longer withstand such a blow, but they had to endure such a situation. They have to live, not for themselves, but for that hope—their children, their hope, their pillars.

The old man did not die of cold, nor of hunger, but of his own heart. He really couldn't stay up such a night, such a life, there was no hope in his heart, no pillars, and he had given up struggling. Perhaps, death is the happiest thing for him, he doesn't have to suffer like this anymore, and he doesn't have to continue to suffer.

The cold night wind blows, carrying away the child's cry, but I don't know where it goes? Where is the end of the darkness? Hell or Heaven?

Hell, what is the difference between this place and hell at this moment?

"I'm afraid this thing is..." Liu Mo took his steps, walking back and forth. He had been walking for a long time, his neckline was almost wet with sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes were looking at the stone slab under his feet, his hands were constantly rubbing behind his back, and he said sharply, "It's all because you are not doing well to have this result, hum..."

"Lord Thorn Shi is angry," Wang Pingwei bowed his head to the ground, not daring to look up at Liu Mocheng's face at this time, and said, "Great, my lord, I have already found out who is the culprit." ”

"Oh?" Liu Mocheng stopped, looked down at Wang Pingwei and said, "Who is it?"

"Long history Xue Bingli. ”

"He?" Liu Mocheng was shocked in his heart, and said, "How could it be him? This matter is very strict with him, how could he know?"

"Someone must have leaked the secret," Wang Pingwei said slowly, raising his head, "or someone told him about it." ”

"It's impossible for someone to leak secrets," Liu Mocheng shook his head and said, but in his heart, he thought about the people related to this matter, and said, "If someone tells you, do you know who it will be?"

"It must be the person of the Six Caos," Wang Pingwei pondered carefully, and said, "According to the humble opinion, it must be Sicang Qi Siyu, Sihu Cao Anguo." These two have a close relationship with Xue Bingli, and they are transferred from the same place. ”

"Hmm..." Liu Mocheng pondered carefully: If the two of them knew about this, they would definitely inform Xue Bingli, but how did the two of them know? "Go and check if it was the two of them who did it? If it is indeed the two of them, they will kill them directly. Liu Mocheng's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said, "If this matter is not handled well, you know the result." ”

"Yes, yes, I know," Wang Pingwei shook his body and said in a trembling voice. "It's just... It's just that the two of them can't be killed at this time. Xue Bingli reported this matter to the imperial court, and the imperial court will definitely send a messenger to investigate at this time, so it will be difficult to explain. Adults, please think again. ”

"Is it difficult for them to go to the Qin Cha to state this matter in front of the Qincha?" Liu Mocheng snorted coldly. His eyes looked at Wang Pingwei coldly, and there was a cold killing intent on his body.

"The villain didn't mean that, the adults were angry..." Wang Pingwei was shocked in his heart, hurriedly bowed his head and said, "I know that there are people in the court who are known to the adults, if the court sends people, it must be instructed by the people in the court, if it is when the Lord Qin sends the lord, he will kill the two of them, make a false appearance of suicide in fear of crime, and then push this matter to Xue Bingli, my lord, you also have a fold, just say that Xue Bingli slandered you, knew that the matter was exposed, and wanted to make you a scapegoat, and then said that he relied on someone in the court to support him. Then get some of those silver grains to Xue Bingli, which will make him difficult to argue. ”

"Hmm..." Liu Mocheng pondered Wang Pingwei's words carefully: This is indeed a good way, and the wicked people in the court will definitely make this matter more serious and will help themselves. After thinking about it for a long time, a smile gradually appeared on his face and said, "This idea is really good." Suddenly, he remembered something and said, "What about his excerpt?"

"He's pretending to be your order, my lord. ”

"Oh?" Liu Mocheng said suspiciously, "I personally confessed, there are orders, and I have to have my handwritten letter." ”

"Yes," Wang Pingwei said with doubts flashing in his eyes, "I have personally confirmed it, and it is indeed your handwritten letter, my lord." ”

"Oh, how could he have it?" Liu Mocheng wondered, suddenly woke up to something, and said hatefully, "Xue Bingli, dare to design it for me." I will let him die at my hands, so that I can hate him..."

Wang Pingwei was worried that Liu Mocheng would make a move at this time, so he hurriedly said, "Your Excellency must not do it at this time." ”

"I know, you don't have to worry about it. “

"There is one more important thing, my lord, you must do it at this time. ”

"What?"

"The refugees in the city," Wang Pingwei said, "Your Excellency, you have to open a warehouse from tomorrow to release grain, and you have to add some necessities to them." ”

"Well..." Liu Mocheng thought quietly and said for a long time, "It's easy to say about this matter, you are afraid that I will not be willing to give up those gold and silver, if this matter passes, they will return to my hands sooner or later." But there's one more thing you have to do quickly. ”

"The lowly duty is already being done," Wang Pingwei said, "Don't worry, my lord." ”

"Hmph," Liu Mocheng said coldly, "If this matter goes wrong again, be careful of your family's lives." ”

"The villain understands. Wang Pingwei said busily.

"And what do you do with those corpses?" Liu Mo admitted, "Those corpses must not be seen by anyone, only you know, I know, I know, understand?"

"I've done what my adults asked. Wang Pingwei hesitated for a second, and then said, "My lord, there are so many corpses, I'm afraid it's difficult to deal with them." ”

"How can such a trivial matter be difficult to handle?"

"If there are too many people who know, it's hard not to let others know," Wang said.

"What are your plans?"

"What if you throw some corpses in a mass grave?"

"Those people died by the sword," Liu Mocheng said sharply, "If someone finds out, do you know the seriousness of this matter?"

"Understood. ”

"You can do it as if you were watching it yourself. "Liu Mo admitted" These refugees in the city also have to find a way to silence them and let them say something favorable to us. ”

"I know. ”

"That's very good. Liu Mocheng sighed lightly in his heart: I hope this matter can really be solved like this...