At this time, it is the middle of winter, coupled with the blessing of Daming's current Xiaoice River period, the cold air of this Siberia blows, only to feel that the weather is cold to the bone, and the cold wind is especially better than before.

Zhu Yousong looked up at the miserable white sun in the sky, but he didn't feel scorching, the sunlight that can tan people in summer is already weak at this time, and he can't feel a trace of warmth on his body.

Zhu Yousong sighed, his mind was a little heavy, after all, he was not the original prince of Fuwang who was not diligent in his limbs and did not distinguish between grains and grains, he had the soul of the next generation, plus what he had seen and heard in the past half a year, he naturally knew that this winter was not easy. If there is no food to provide calories to the body, the poor people who have no rice to put in the pot will be hungry and cold, and they will be frozen and starved to death......

Zhu Yousong didn't dare to think about what the Ming Dynasty would experience in the next few years......

"Troubled times, troubled times......"

Zhu Yousong, who was wearing a brocade hat and a mink fur, paced slowly, and remembered the experience of going out of the city to hunt a few days ago, and his heart sank inexplicably.

At that time, he went out of the city to hunt on a whim, and when he passed through the shack area built by the refugees, he really felt what it means to be mournful and happy. At this time, the Ming Dynasty has not yet reached the most severe time in history, but the shadow of refugees has appeared outside the city, and the entourage said a word, refugees are there every year, but the difference between many people and few people is just a difference.

At that time, Zhu Yousong's eyes were met by people with yellow faces and thin muscles, everywhere, and in the cold winter, Layue lived in these windy shacks on all sides, relying on the porridge shacks set up by a few good people in the city, barely surviving.

There are many people and little porridge, and people can't survive, so there are also brothels here, but there are no winds and snows in the city, poetry, wine, and tea, and they work in the shacks that are ventilated on all sides, and they only need three cents at a time! The price of a meat bun!

The people in the city Fengyuefang selected handsome little girls in the crowd, and after choosing, they would pick off the girl's pants to check whether they were perfect, and even a father-in-law came to the palace to choose those young boys...... The child's parents were not reluctant, but full of gratitude, no matter how the child lived in the future, at least he could live.

Mourning is all over the wilderness, changing children and eating, hostage wives and daughters...... There are always things that can't be recorded in words, and if you don't see it with your own eyes, Zhu Yousong feels that he won't know the heaviness of these words until he dies.

Knowing etiquette and knowing etiquette and knowing honor and disgrace when food and clothing are sufficient. Zhu Yousong knew this sentence, and he was only aware of it before, but when he saw the chaos in the refugee area, he knew what a heavy thing was hidden behind this sentence, and only then did he really understand Zhu Youzhen. Understand why he is so radical, know why he is so paranoid......

Looking at the palace gate in front of him, Zhu Yousong clenched the Shang Fang sword in his hand and secretly decided: "Something must be done!" ”

Out of the palace gate, Zhu Yousong was stunned for a moment, and he saw a young girl standing next to his luxurious sedan chair, wearing a bright red imperial flying fish suit, but the snowy skin on her cheeks was frozen red, and bursts of faint white mist overflowed from her upright nose with her long breathing.

Yang Xuening, this chick didn't leave?

In the past, Yang Xue would rather not wait for Zhu Yousong obediently, she was often one step ahead, and she said: open the way for him! What's going on today, the sun is coming out in the west?

Zhu Yousong was curious, and his eyes narrowed. Good things always bring some good mood, and the same is true for beautiful women.

When he got closer, Zhu Yousong tightened his collar, and a pair of starry eyes had narrowed into a slit, but who knew that he was just about to open his mouth to speak, Yang Xuening, whose nose was frozen red, sniffed, and turned around to arrange for manpower.

Yang Xuening habitually avoided Zhu Yousong again, but the taste in her heart was different from the past, and she only felt a little weird in her heart.

She also wrapped the mink scarf that Zhu Yousong forced around her neck, and the smooth mink fleece swept over Yang Xuening's tender cheeks from time to time, but the weird feeling in Yang Xuening's heart became more and more prevalent, and at the same time, Zhu Yousong's cheap appearance appeared in her mind, which always lingered.

Maybe even Yang Xuening didn't realize that her previous indifference to Zhu Yousong was not just because Zhu Yousong was a moth in her eyes. Although she always looked at Zhu Yousong's "goodwill in every way", she also sneered at Zhu Yousong's various actions. But after all, she is not a woman in the new era, she was born and grew up in Daming, and the customs of Daming have been seared into her bones.

In her subconscious, Zhu Yousong is a member of the royal family, born with a golden spoon, and has been clothed and fed since she was a child, and she does not know the suffering of the world. Although the dynasty has lasted for hundreds of years, and it is not uncommon for the royal family to spread all over the world, but Zhu Yousong is the son of King Fu, and King Fu is the uncle of today's son, the last brother of Emperor Chongzhen and the successor to the throne.

As for her, before her father's identity was not revealed, she followed her master to practice martial arts since she was a child, and after completing her studies, she wandered around the rivers and lakes.

Although he has made some names in the rivers and lakes, these names are worthless in the eyes of today's powerful people.

Not only that, but these so-called chivalrous warriors who "eliminate violence and peace, rob the rich and help the poor". In the eyes of the imperial court, it is second only to the green forest bandits who fall into the grass and rob the road, and they are also unstable elements in society.

They are a nobleman and a son of the rivers and lakes, and they are completely people from two worlds, if it weren't for the mistakes they made when they were in Luoyang, they would never have had any intersection in their lives.

As a royal nobleman, he always looks cynical and cheap, and always dangles in front of her eyes to disdain, if it weren't for his starry eyebrows and pleasing eyes, he would have cut off his dog's head with a knife; The dignified prince of the Ming dynasty does not look like a prince, nor does he hold the shelf of a royal nobleman, and he can play with the little children who throw snot and kick shuttlecocks on the street......

Thinking of this, Yang Xuening "poofed" and laughed out loud, thinking for the first time that this prince of Fuwang, who circled around him like a fly all day long, seemed to be quite interesting.

What Yang Xuening didn't know was that when a woman became interested in a man, she was reluctant to be like when she first met, and wanted to cut off Zhu Yousong from her grandchildren.

Zhu Yousong didn't know Yang Xuening's thoughts, and thought that it was boring to make one, but he didn't feel embarrassed, obviously he was used to Yang Xuening's attitude.

Besides, a cheeky person like him doesn't care about a beautiful girl like Yang Xuening at all, whether she puts her face at him or the back of her head at him, the difference is just whether she looks at his chest or his ass.

After Yang Xuening left, Hu Tiande and Sun Changzhi had a chance to catch up, Zhu Yousong handed Shang Fangjian to Hu Tiande, and ordered: "Next, let's go and invite the British duke." ”

Shang Fang Sword! Chop first and then play, such as the emperor's pro-Shang Fang sword!

Hu Tiande took Shang Fang's sword in his hand, looked at it fixedly, and almost popped out his eyes! As a Jinyi Wei Qianhu, Hu Tiande still has a little eyesight, after all, the Ming Dynasty has been flooded with Shangfang swords since Wanli, Hu Tiande is still fortunate to see it once, and saw Zhu Yousong throw the popular Shangfang sword to him casually, and he didn't pound it in one breath, and his feet were soft and almost knelt on the ground.

This means that the Shang Fang Sword of the Holy Majesty can be handed over to others casually? Even if you don't use the three animals to sacrifice to the sky and the ancestors of the six animals, it should also be a yellow silk jade box, and the aromatherapy is secretly good for safekeeping!

"Shizi, this ...... This ......"

Zhu Yousong turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Hu Tiande swallowed a mouthful of spit, and said worriedly: "Shizi's sword is-" He deliberately pulled out a long tone, but he didn't dare to say Shang Fangjian's name.

"This sword is Shang Fang's sword, something happened in Jingying, and the emperor authorized me to cut it first and then play, so he gave me this sword. I just took a look, the craftsmanship is very exquisite, you take care of it, this is a gift from the emperor, and it can't be damaged! ”

This is a little far away from Beijing, and the sedan chair that he sat on when he came naturally couldn't sit on it, Zhu Yousong turned over a good horse after speaking, and he didn't mean to take back Shang Fangjian.

Hu Tiande saw that Zhu Yousong did not hesitate at all, and he was no longer embarrassed to shirk at the moment, but when Zhu Yousong trusted him, naturally he didn't know that the main reason why Zhu Yousong handed over the Shang Fang Sword to him was because Zhu Yousong disliked it and it was really inconvenient to carry this Shang Fang Sword.

Zhu Yousong is not good at equestrianism, and the horse he is riding now is still a docile little mare, and if he brings Shang Fang's sword, he can only hold the reins in one hand. It is normal for ordinary people to ride a horse and hold the reins in one hand and the whip in the other, but this action is still a bit out of line for the current Zhu Yousong.