There are so many sufferings in life, some people choose to grit their teeth and live, and some people choose to end it as soon as possible.

Gu Qing can't evaluate whether other people's choices are right or wrong, everyone has their own reasons for making choices, and they don't understand the pain of others but try to pour chicken soup to persuade people to live, which is also a kind of moral kidnapping.

The five-year-old child grinned as he looked at his mother, whose face was covered with a white cloth, and a widow hugged him tightly and burst into tears, but the child's eyes were still clear and innocent, and he did not know that he had nothing left in his life.

Feng Aweng sighed and instructed the villagers to handle the woman's funeral, and Gu Qing walked up to the child and stroked the top of his head.

The haze of his past life suddenly hung over him like a dark cloud.

Children are ignorant and ignorant, but Gu Qing knows very well how difficult it is to live in this world with nothing.

Facing this orphan, Gu Qing didn't know what to do for him, the only thing he could do was to call the widow who was holding him aside, take out a handful of copper coins from his arms and give it to her, let the child live in her house in the future, treat him as his own child, and Gu Qing took care of the money and food spent.

The widow took the money with great gratitude, wiped her tears and turned around to hold the child, and dressed him in filial piety clothes.

Gu Qing turned his head and left, he didn't like such a scene, the scars in his heart that were about to heal would always be forcibly torn open, and it hurt bloody.

The Tang Dynasty is still prosperous, but wars are happening every year, and the afterglow of the prosperous era has gradually abandoned the ordinary people, and it only exists in the singing, dancing and drinking banquets of the magnates.

Xian Yu Zhongtong was leaving, and Gu Qing sent him and his entourage to the entrance of the village.

It was impossible for Xian Yu Zhongtong not to know what happened in the village last night, but when Gu Qing sent him, his expression was still calm, as if he slept too hard last night and really didn't know anything.

Well, just when you don't know.

Powerful officials always know what kind of expression they should show on what occasions.

Originally, he only planned to say a few kind words of goodbye to Xian Yu Zhongtong at the entrance of the village, and then the two waved their hands, but Gu Qing didn't know why today, and suddenly wanted to say a few more words.

"Uncle Xian Yu, about the idea of Nan Zhao Guo to rebel...... Gu Qing hesitated, speaking very slowly, because what he remembered was only some fragments from the history books of his previous life, and every word he said to Xian Yu Zhongtong at this moment might change history.

I hope that fewer people will die, and the merit will be immeasurable.

"How is the lord of Nanzhao?" Xian Yu Zhongtong looked at him, Gu Qing's status in his heart was not ordinary now, he no longer regarded him as an ignorant teenager, but a peer who could communicate on an equal footing.

"Why did the lord of Nanzhao rebel, and then if Nanzhao really rebelled, how should Uncle Xianyu deal with it, please think twice."

"Oh? There is something in the virtuous nephew's words, it doesn't hurt to be outspoken, what you say, the old man has always valued it very much. ”

Gu Qing hesitated for a long time, and said slowly: "Why did the lord of Nanzhao rebel, please also listen to Uncle Bomo's words alone, and it is not too late to find out and make a plan, the lord of a small country, if there is no great event, he will never dare to do such a great rebellion and dare to take the initiative to oppose my Datang." ”

Xian Yu Zhongtong nodded: "The old man is planning the country, it is not bad, the old man remembers." ”

"The second is, if Nanzhao really raises troops against him, the Son of Heaven will definitely order Jiannandao to send troops, Uncle Xian Yu must be the commander who leads the troops to quell the rebellion, forgive the foolish nephew for offending, Uncle Xian Yu is a literati, and it is easy to write an article and write a song, but it is difficult to lead the army to fight and rebel, I am afraid it will be difficult, and the fool's nephew's suggestion is...... Please ask Uncle Xian Yu to resign from the holy decree and ask Chang'an to choose another general who can fight well. ”

Xian Yu Zhongtong's face was a little ugly, but he still said, "The old man remembers." ”

Gu Qing knew that these words made him feel uncomfortable, but he still had to say what he had to say.

"Third, if you really can't shirk the appointment of Chang'an, Uncle Xianyu must remember not to kill Nanzhao, if the other party has the intention of surrendering, when the boat is surrendered, the most important thing is that you must not let the lord of Nanzhao bypass the border of the Tang Dynasty and collude with Tubo to form an alliance, if the two countries are aligned, my Tang soldiers are in danger."

Xian Yu Zhongtong nodded calmly, although Gu Qing's words just now made him a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it carefully, Gu Qing's every word was reasonable, and Xian Yu Zhongtong asked himself if he really had no ability to lead the troops to fight, and a scholar who had no experience in battle formations went to lead the troops to quell the rebellion, and the result was unimaginable.

Gu Qing said again: "The last thing, the use of the sand table, I think Uncle Yu's guests have already understood it clearly, after arriving in Yizhou, you can quickly order the soldiers to make the topography of the border between the Tang Dynasty and Nanzhao, and make a sand table, if the war starts, at least you can have a better chance of winning." ”

Xian Yu Zhongtong said that he had written it down, and then said: "Yesterday, I persuaded the virtuous nephew to share the worries of the old man, and the virtuous nephew pushed left and right, why did you suddenly give the old man these suggestions today?" ”

Gu Qing smiled: "Just think of the foolish nephew as a whim, I wish Xian Yu Uncle Qi a victory and a triumphant return to the court." ”

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Xian Yu Zhongtong left, and Shiqiao Village once again returned to its previous calm.

The weather is getting cooler, it is already the early winter season, the lush world is full of gloom, the withered yellow leaves flutter in the wind on the bare branches, and the vast world is full of loneliness.

In the days of the change of seasons, Gu Qing was sick.

The sudden fever surprised Gu Qing, his body had always been very good in his previous life, and he rarely caught a cold once in a few years, but he didn't expect to get sick after only half a year in this world, and the pot of the body in his predecessor.

Lying groggy on the bed, his forehead was very hot, but his consciousness was still there, Gu Qing knew that he had to drink more hot water and sleep more, but the villagers didn't let him stop.

When the news of Gu Qing's illness spread, Shiqiao Village blew up, and the villagers came to the door with all kinds of things, and came to visit him in front of the bed like a wheel war, all kinds of meat and fish were piled up at the head of the bed, Gu Qing felt as if he had made a small windfall.

Song Gensheng and his father Song Gen were invited by the villagers to see Gu Qing, three fingers were on Gu Qing's wrist, his face was worried and hesitant, Gu Qing's eyelids twitched.

This expression is too familiar, when I encountered multiple choice questions that I didn't understand at all during the school exam in my previous life, Gu Qing had such an expression, and the next process was blind by luck.

"The disease of the virtuous nephew is probably due to the long-suppressed internal fire and typhoid fever...... Right? Song Gen said apprehensively, and from time to time he peeked at Gu Qing's expression, as if he was asking for Gu Qing's opinion.

Gu Qing sighed weakly: "Uncle Song, what does the word 'bar' at the end of your sentence just now, mean?" ”

Song Gen smiled embarrassedly and said, "I think it should be right, cough,...... What do you think? ”

Gu Qing suddenly wanted to know how many of the villagers in Shiqiao Village had died unnaturally over the years, and how many of them had died after Song Gen had crossed the pulse and opened the prescription.

"Uncle Song, go home and rest, you don't need to prescribe a prescription, I think I can rescue it again......" Gu Qing struggled to get up and see off the guest.