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On the high platform of the sacrifice, there was no one left, only a bowl of blood and water on the long table remained, and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the blood in the bowl was almost invisible, and it became darker and darker.

Because of Chinese New Year's Eve, there are no people on the streets, and the cold wind is cold and bleak.

In the dimly lit alleys, or in the dilapidated leaky houses, there are always a few emaciated figures, homeless, with nothing to eat or clothes to wear, so they can only lean on each other to keep warm. The trembling bodies all tell their miserable relatives at the moment.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

In the Chenghuan Palace, there is a joyful song, and it is lively.

At the end of the sacrifice, everyone was called back to the palace, this grand song and dance had swallowed everyone's hearts, and the last remaining mercy in the brain had long been taken away by the sustenance of today's sacrifice.

Tomorrow will be fine. Everyone thinks like this, and the elixir is cup after cup.

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"Zikou." Looking at the brazier that was about to burn out at his feet, Du Wei raised his voice and called. The soup woman in his hand was already cold, and when he put it on the table next to him, Du got up slightly and put on his cloak.

Soon, Zikou pushed the door in: "Miss? ”

"Is Daddy back?" It was already late, and Du Weiwei thought about Chinese New Year's Eve, at least salute his father, and then go back to bed.

"The master hasn't come back yet." Zikou walked behind Du Weiwei and smoothed the cloak for her.

"Where's the sunken wood?" With a slight tightening of his brows, Du Weiwei fastened the buckle strap of the cloak.

Raising his hand to dust off Miss's cloak, Zikou said in a sweet voice: "Shen Mu has already returned, seeing that he is not lightly frozen, Zikou made the decision to let him go back to the house to warm up first, Miss Don't blame." ”

With a chuckle on her lips, Du Weiwei looked delicate, she has always been extremely lenient with Zikou Shenmu, and never punished for trivial matters.

"Today's silver taels have been sent out?"

"Yes. Today's delivery is Luo'an Street, nearly 50 households. ”

The dark pavilion was rich, and Du Weiwei was kind-hearted, so he asked Shen Mu to bring silver taels to those poor families every day.

"It's getting colder and colder." Standing at the door of the side room, Du looked at the courtyard with slight eyes, gloomy and dark, "The things outside are probably a lot more expensive, tomorrow, let Shen Mu bring more deposit tickets." ”

"Miss is kind-hearted!" With a smile on his face, Zikou praised and paused, as if he suddenly thought of something, "Shen Mu came back today and said that there was a big family at the entrance of Chanan Street." He also said that when he saw that he was too cold, he also handed him a bowl of porridge. ”

Raising his eyebrows, he turned to look at Zikou: "Cha Nan Street?" Big family? Du Weiwei's mind spun quickly, "The Lu family? ”

Zikou was a little stunned, she couldn't remember the families outside, and she didn't know which Lu family was.

Knocking his hand on Zikou's head, Du Weiwei's tone was full of helpless smiles: "The Lu family, a salt merchant, is the richest man in Kyoto." ”

Covering the forehead that was looked at by the young lady with one hand, Zikou's expression suddenly dawned on her: "The richest man in the Lu family, I know this!" ”

Smiled helplessly, Du Weiwei didn't say much, and walked out of the side room directly and went back to his room.

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At the entrance of Chanan Street, the crowd has gradually thinned. Only five or six people remained, packing up their behalf.

The three cauldrons of porridge had been distributed, the cotton clothes of the two carriages had also been dispersed, and under a tree in the distance, the young man in the silver cotton robe looked at this side, and his face was full of happy smiles.

He walked to the side of the little guy, took off his gloves, and began to help clean up.

"Young master! Rest, don't freeze on such a cold day! A leader saw it and immediately said.

"Yes, young master, let's just clean up these. You've been making porridge for a long time today, but don't make it again. Another servant ran forward and snatched the thing from his hand.

Wen Xu smiled, and the young man didn't say anything more, but stood aside, standing in the cold wind and waiting for them.

The cauldron was removed and put on the wooden cart, and all the unburned firewood was picked up by the little servant, and tomorrow, it will be used.

The young man always had a shallow smile on his face, and today's charity was proposed by him to his father, and he was really pleased to be able to help these poor people.

"Excuse me...... Here...... Can I still get a cotton coat? A low voice suddenly sounded, the boy turned around, and a rickety old woman appeared in front of him with a little boy in the lead.

The little boy's clothes were patched, large and small, but they could be seen, extremely thick, with a somewhat torn hat on his head, and big eyes blinking at the boy.

The old woman was dressed in rags, her clothes were tattered, and in a few places, her aging and yellowed skin could be seen, and a pair of shoes had already opened their mouths, revealing slightly deformed toes.

The young man was stunned at first, but he quickly reacted, raised one hand, and took the two of them to a sheltered place, and his smile grew: "Grandma, wait a minute." ”

After that, he walked quickly to the carriage of loose cotton clothes: "Bring another cotton clothes." ”

The little guy who was in charge of cleaning up the carriage poked his head out and looked a little embarrassed: "Young master, cotton clothes...... It's all gone......"

The young man's expression froze suddenly, his raised hand froze in the air, and he turned his head to look at the old woman and child in the sheltered place, and he didn't know what he was thinking about in his eyebrows.

The little guy looked at the young master's gaze a little strangely: "Young master? Before he could see it, the boy stepped out.

With his hands moving, the boy untied his silver cloak.

In an instant, the boy draped his cloak over the old woman's body.

Everyone was stunned, but the next moment they were anxious, and the leader was anxious in his eyes, and immediately took off his big cotton jacket and went up to put it on for the young man.

"Young master!"

"Take it away!" The young man's voice was cold, it was more severe than he had ever been before, "You want to be punished?!" ”

The leader's expression froze, his hands trembled twice, and he took off his jacket and put it back on.

The young man bent down, and his color became pleasant: "Grandma, you are wearing this cloak." ”

Xu knew that she shouldn't accept this expensive clothes, and the old woman looked flustered: "No...... I can't ask for ...... I just want to get a cotton coat, I can't ...... it," he said, and his hands were about to take off the cloak.

The young man pressed his hand and carefully tied the cloak for the old woman, smiling deeply: "Grandma, this is the cotton clothes for you." ”

After speaking, he squatted down, looked at the little boy who was a little timid, reached out and stroked his head, didn't say anything, directly took off the thick cotton gloves, and seriously set it for the little boy, the child was too small, the gloves looked slightly bigger, and the boy sealed the glove with his cuffs very carefully, so it was good.

Standing up, the young man's smile remained the same: "Grandma, if you come here tomorrow, I will leave you a bowl of porridge." ”

trembling and bending over to the young man, but he was holding him up, and the old woman's tears were already welling up, and she thanked again and again: "Young master, good man, good man...... Thank you, thank you......"

Behind him, the few little guys who had been packing up their things had already stopped what they were doing, and seeing that their young master was so kind-hearted, they also felt moved in their hearts.

It wasn't until he walked a street away that the little boy stretched out his hand and tugged at the old woman's robe, and said in a low and glutinous voice: "Grandma, ...... man," he said, and pulled the gloves he was wearing on his hands.

The old woman stopped her staggering steps, frowned, took off the gloves on her little grandson's hand, put her hand in and touched it, but tears welled up again in an instant.

Take out your hand, in the palm of your hand, and lie quietly ten taels of silver.

Her hands clenched violently, the old woman's expression was heavy, and her words were full of emotion: "Xiao'er, you have to remember that the young master just now is our benefactor. ”

The boy tilted his head and looked at the old woman as if he didn't understand: "Grandma, what's his name?" ”

Putting the gloves back on the little grandson's hand, the old woman's voice became slower and slower: "You have to remember the name of the benefactor, Lu Lang." ”

"Lu Lang?"

"Yes, Lu Lang."

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For several days of almsgiving, Lu Lang was all present, and the daily porridge and cotton clothes would be all dispersed, but after the first day, Lu Lang never saw the old woman and boy again.

But every day, Lu Lang would leave two bowls of hot porridge, and then the sky would get dark and slowly cool down.

"Young master, I'm afraid the old man won't come." A little guy spoke, and for several days in a row, he saw that the young master was frowning and looking at the direction where the old man left that day.

Lu Lang frowned, and then sighed: "It would be good if you left your address that day." ”

A few little guys were also very sorry when they saw their young master like this.

But those who are kind-hearted will always have no good reward.

The matter of charity spread farther and farther, and the good deeds of the Lu family were also known to many people, and many poor people in distant places also began to rush to the entrance of Chanan Street to ask for that cotton coat and a bowl of thin porridge.

Everyone in the world says that the Lu family is a living Buddha, and they are amiable and respectable.

Finally, the people of the royal family were affected.

The scale of the Lu family's charity is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people who are grateful to the Lu family.

It was from then on that such remarks began to circulate:

"The Lu family gave alms to the Golden Buddha, and they passed the royal family's-tuo-tuo."

At the beginning of Baihan, there was only a small amount of food and clothing for the royal reinforcements, and after one reinforcement, there was no second one, so that in private, the common people scolded the royal family, they were all-lump-lumps.

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The news finally reached Mu Tiande's ears.

"Smack!" Song Fold was thrown to the ground by Mu Tiande, "Ridiculous! It's ridiculous! Do these civilians want to die?! Yes! ”

Kneeling in front of him was Yan Luyi, who presented the recital.

"The emperor is angry! These are all rumors, don't believe it! ”

On one side, the three princes were sitting, and Mu Yunxin's body was leaning enchantingly, but there was no forgiveness in his words: "Since Lord Yan knows that it is a rumor, why does he still play it to his father and make his father's heart blocked?" ”

It was also an instant that the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Mu Tiande's expression was gloomy, staring at Yan Luyi, who was kneeling, and did not move.

Mu Yungu was shocked, he had studied with Yan Luyi since he was a child, and he had a very good relationship, but when he saw the third brother say such a thing at this moment, he didn't know what to do, his hands were clenched into fists, and his expression was a little flustered.

After a long time, Mu Yunjin opened his mouth to speak, his voice was soft and soft, and it fell carefully in his ears, and his heart seemed to have precipitated: "Father, since it is a rumor, it is eliminated." ”

With a sharp eyebrow, Mu Tiande looked at Mu Yunjin.

With a warm smile, Mu Yunjin's voice was shallow: "If my father is relieved, this matter can be handed over to his son." (To be continued.) )