East Pavilion.

There was snow in the sky, and the Jinshui River in the palace seemed to flow a little slower.

The three old ministers all walked out, tilted their heads, and looked at the goose feather snow in the sky.

"Under the sudden cold, how many people without cotton clothes should freeze to death? If there is a ...... in the household department and the Shuncheon Mansion"

"No need to ask, it was sent ten years ago."

"What about the ice dead, when the cold is cold? It's been another long winter. ”

"I didn't know the difficulties of the world when I was old, and I didn't know what it meant to be 'difficult, bitter, frosty, and sideburns' until I was old."

The snowflakes fell on Zheng Yuanhua's long beard, he smiled bitterly, and sighed: "At least, don't worry about Tang Zhongyuan starting the Eastern Crusade this winter." ”

Lu Zhengchu said: "Speaking of which, his food and clothing are much more than ours. ”

Zuo Jinglun sighed deeply: "Rest for a winter, when the frost melts, he will definitely come to fight, and then he will miss a year of farming." ”

"Is it just a year's farming?"

Everything in the world is complicated, and there is far more to worry about?

When a heavy snowfall falls, there are too many things to do temporarily, but there are so many things that I don't know how to deal with them.

The three old men of the extremely human ministers stopped and stood, looking at the snowflakes in the sky, speechless for a while.

"Don't leave the palace tonight, stay in the East Pavilion and arrange things, stay up one more night, maybe you can reduce the freezing of many people."

"The old man is sometimes on the board of directors in this East Pavilion, and he can't wait to close his eyes and die directly."

"Maybe it's because our three old men are too incompetent......"

After a while, someone from the old palace sent three pieces of rice in the name of His Majesty.

"Your Majesty is discussing matters in the Wenhua Palace, and I specially asked the queen to prepare this for the elders."

- Don't worry that the three old ministers can't understand this sentence, Your Majesty is still in the Wenhua Hall in front, the queen is in the harem, but the snow has just fallen for a short time.

"The queen is sympathetic, and the minister is deeply grateful to God."

Only then did he put on the red coat, but a group of palace people came slowly, but they sent three iron stoves with charcoal fires over.

This time, it was given by Xu Guifei.

"The concubine said that the iron stove is not worth a few dollars, so the elders of the pavilion laughed, in short, they expressed their hearts......"

Zuo Jinglun stroked the warm iron stove, glanced at Zheng Yuanhua, and sighed: "Dayu looks good and thick, but unfortunately it can only warm us, but it can't warm the people of the world." ”

- Like your prince, selfish and useless.

Zheng Yuanhua smiled faintly and sighed: "It's a pity, this iron stove is not worth a few dollars, but someone can sell it for hundreds of taels." ”

- The prince who came out coveted the throne, can he still be virtuous?

Lu Zhengchu waved his hand and sighed: "I'm old, I can't stand the cold." ”

- Old fellows, you are not as young and healthy as Your Majesty, and you can survive this day.

The next moment, I saw a few little yellow doors running lifeless in the palace.

They seemed to have come out of the Wenhua Palace, and they scattered as they ran, and one of them ran straight towards the East Pavilion.

This little yellow door ran very hard, because the snow road was slippery, and he fell on the ground, he didn't care, got up and opened his throat and shouted: "It's a fight!" ”

The cabinet trio was shocked!

Fighting?!

Tang Zhongyuan went on a crusade? Jiannu is here again? Someone reversed? Donggong is in chaos?!

The three old men felt that their hearts trembled so much that they almost didn't hold the iron stove in their hands.

"Let's fight! In the Mandarin Hall...... Quasi-attached horses and He Dashi have fought! The little yellow door finally shouted again.

The three elders breathed a sigh of relief.

Call.

Wang Xiao and He Liangyuan fought?

Oh, dog eat dog.

Wait for the little yellow door to come closer.

"Your Majesty is well?"

"Rest assured, Your Majesty is well."

"Why did you fight?"

"Suddenly, very suddenly, there was a fight! At first, Xiao didn't understand what they said, but Zhun Fuma said that he couldn't argue with him in Feng Shui and geography......"

"Is there a real fight? Has anyone been hurt? ”

Xiao Huangmen said excitedly: "It's really a fight, and the head of the quasi-attached horse is bleeding......"

"What about He Liangyuan?"

"Scholar He has nothing to do."

Zuo Jinglun was shocked: "He Liangyuan is so capable of fighting?!" ”

Zheng Yuanhua snorted lightly, covered the iron stove and walked towards the Wenhua Palace.

Zuo Jinglun followed.

Lu Zhengchu walked at the end and suddenly smiled.

When I saw the boy for the first time, the other party was still a stunned fool.

After two royal trials, now he can slip his head to this point, and his face is thick enough.

Extremely fast, sensitive and eager to learn!

Although there is no friendship between teacher and student, his ability to grasp the Sacred Heart is...... Inherited his own mantle.

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Chu, 17th year of Yanguang, September 14.

Heavy snow in Shaanxi.

Tongguan is in sight.

Song Wenhua numbly walked in the midst of the anti-army.

After the house was broken, he hid outside for two days, but he was still captured by the rebels and used as cannon fodder to attack the city. Yin Tian Qizhi of Yunyang Prefecture was a hard bone, he defended the city for five days, and he also fired two shells to hit the rebels.

As cannon fodder siege city, this kind of scene is purgatory in the world for twelve-year-old Song Wenhua.

Corpses were piled up in the sea of swords and fires, hot oil and stinky dung were poured on them, and purgatory was nothing more than that.

After the city was broken, Song Wenhua's team of 20,000 cannon fodder people was less than 3,000 people left, and everyone rushed up to gnaw Tian Qizhi's corpse, only hating why he was desperately defending the city!

If he hadn't defended the city, how could so many people have died?

At that time, Song Wenhua was stunned and looked at the bloody skeleton on the ground, and was a little at a loss about the truth of the world.

This Tian Fuzun was once an official that his father rarely praised. But he defended the city and killed tens of thousands of people, so he was hated?

Later, Song Wenhua didn't have the strength to think about this......

The rebel army divided into two routes, one to attack Shudi, and the other to Xi'an.

Before the army was divided, Xi'an thought that the remaining 2,000 captives were walking slowly, and decided to kill them all.

Some people said: "The marshal said, we are now the division of benevolence and righteousness, and the division of Meng Junshi and the division of Li Junshi are both in the ...... of the discipline."

"Fools, will General Zhennan be afraid of them?! Besides, it's because they're investigating, they have to be killed, we robbed so much money, what should we do if these people complain? ”

"Makes sense."

Murder is nothing but a matter of a knife.

Five hundred men kill two thousand, but it is only a matter of one man wielding four or five swords.

Someone threw himself on the ground with Song Wenhua in his arms.

Song Wenhua turned his head to see that he was a one-armed man, and he had stopped the bleeding for him.

"Little doctor, don't talk, close your eyes." The big man whispered, and said in his heart: Lao Tzu's half life was saved by the little doctor, and I just returned it to you today.

Song Wenhua didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he obediently closed his eyes.

There was a "poof" sound in the darkness, and then a warm ...... on his face

After a long time, Song Wenhua opened his eyes slightly and saw that there were more than a dozen rebels examining the corpses, mending them from time to time.

Song Wenhua thought that he had already dried up crying, but at this time, there were tears flowing down from the corners of his eyes.

When he turned his head, he saw an anti-army man staring at him.

Die and die—he thought.

Then, the rebel man kicked on the body of the one-armed man and covered Song Wenhua.

……

Heavy snowfall, Tongguan long road.

Blood and snow are a mess.

"I have to get revenge."

In the silence, someone whispered, crawled out of the pile of corpses, and slowly walked north......

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Chu, 17th year of Yanguang, September 14.

Heavy snow in Gyeonggi.

Zhending Mansion, a broken temple on the outskirts.

Qu Zhu and Qu Xi'er each pinched a ball of snow and ate it. The hunger in his stomach was relieved slightly, but he shivered with cold.

The two children huddled in the hay, but the hay was not warm at all......

After the locust plague a while ago, there was some unripe wheat on the ground, and then the government sent people.

Qu Zhu thought that the official master was going to help everyone, but his father asked the second uncle to take himself and Xi'er to hide in the cave on the mountain.

After hiding for a day, when he went down the mountain again, what he saw was a scene that Qu Zhu couldn't believe.

The smell of blood in the village was disgusting, father, mother, and Aunt Yang...... Everyone he knew was lying in pools of blood.

The rogue also captured the strong men, but the officers and soldiers only collected wheat to kill.

Qu Zhu covered his sister's eyes and followed his second uncle out of Anyang.

According to the second uncle, he wanted to go to the capital to sue the royal court, and sued the Anyang County Decree to avenge the eldest brother, sister-in-law and the villagers.

Now it has come to the territory of Zhending Mansion.

The wheat had already been eaten, and today it was colder than usual, and Qu Zhu hugged his sister, freezing so much that he slowly lost consciousness.

Suddenly, Qu Erchang ran back to the temple with some joy, still carrying jerky in his hands and clothes in his hands.

"Put it on! The second uncle found something to eat. Qu Erchang was extremely happy.

"There is a village in front of us, there are firewood and clothes in the house, and when you have the strength to eat, we will go over!"

The great thing that the world has dropped pies makes Qu Erchang incoherent:

"It's really strange, there is no one in that village, but I only found a house, and I found so many things, and this winter, we will get through it."

Qu Zhu and Xi'er also put on thick cotton clothes, and finally felt less cold. The two children first ate a little dry food, and Qu Zhu took a piece of jerky and nibbled on it.

"Second uncle, what kind of meat is this?"

"It's like rat meat, I used to go to hunt bamboo rats with your father......"

Qu Erchang was talking happily, and suddenly felt dizzy.

He slowly stood up and leaned against the pillars of the broken temple for a while, but felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Vomit ......"

"It's the plague...... Zhu'er, run away with your sister...... The village where the west road passes...... Don't go ...... again."

"Let's go......"

In the winter of this year, on the border of Zhending Province, west of Kaiyuan County, you rope village.

There are no people in a radius of ten miles.

Only a little girl survived alone in the village after burying her brother with tears in her eyes.