In the barracks of the city, torches were lit in the barracks, illuminating the face of a man lying on his bed. The light of the fire shone in his eyes, as if there was a slight fire burning in his eyes.

"You're all awake, aren't you?"

The man lying on the bed asked the people in the barracks.

There was silence in the barracks for a while, and then one of the people said, "Awake, what are you going to do?" In the middle of the night, we will take turns guarding the city tomorrow, so let's go to bed early. ”

"Are the people here?" The man asked.

"You talk in your dreams." One of the people on the other side was woken up and said unhappily, "Isn't it more sleepy here?" ”

"Hehehe." Everyone on the side smiled, and one of them asked the person who had spoken at first, "Hey, what do you want to say?" ”

"Nothing." The man under the fire tugged at the quilt on his body: "I just want to ask, can you still eat at home?" ”

After speaking, he seemed to breathe a sigh of helplessness: "My house is nearby, and when I came out, my family had been out of food for several days, and I don't know if they have received food." ”

There was silence in the barracks, no one laughed, no one answered, as if they were all asleep.

It was probably after a while that someone said in a dull voice: "It's okay, after this year, who can still eat at home?" ”

"That is, we are in the barracks, and we can still have a bite to eat, not the last meal."

I don't know who turned over and smiled bitterly: "Who said it wasn't." ”

"I'm still at home, and I'll spend the winter with the calculated food after I'm married."

"Is it enough?" The man asked.

Everyone lay there quietly, some clenched their fists, others with their heads in the crooks of their arms.

Occasionally, a few sighs can be heard, or a few wry laughs.

How can it, they have already asked about the little money that is more settled, and it is good to be able to eat for half a month.

The man under the fire was silent for a moment: "There is still a mouthful of food in the barracks······

"Do you want to eat, maybe there's a way to ······"

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The shallow grass between the palace walls is paved on the ground, and the blades of grass bend and hang on the stone slabs of the middle path.

Gu Nan walked through the path between the stone slabs, this is Gongzi's Mansion.

There was a sound of footsteps walking outside, the patrol of the trapped army.

Fusu Gang is the successor, and as Lang Zhongling, she is in charge of the palace guards, and she has to focus on the security of this place these days.

At the end of the path, Gu Nan saw a figure standing there, the figure looked a little old, standing there looking at the courtyard of Gongzi's mansion.

In the courtyard of Gongzi's Mansion, a white-shirted young man was sitting there with a roll of bamboo slips piled up on the table, and it seemed that he was about to pick up the next roll after reading one volume.

He succeeded to the throne in a hurry, and there were many things to understand and grasp, so he could only study hard overnight.

Gu Nan walked through the path and walked to the person standing outside the courtyard.

The man turned his head, and the old look on his face was even more evident in the light of the courtyard light. His hair was much whiter, and his black robe was draped over his shoulders, swaying in the night wind.

"Scholar, why are you here?"

Gu Nan stopped and stood on Li Si's side.

Li Si looked over and looked at the young man in the courtyard again: "Just come and see." ”

"And Your Majesty is in politics at the beginning, if you have any questions, I can also answer one or two."

The wind was a little cold in the night, and Li Si coughed for a while and tightened his robe.

Looking at the young man leaning over the table, the figure was very tired, he blinked as if he wanted to sleep, but he didn't dare to sleep, rubbed his eyebrows, and continued to look at the bamboo slip.

Gu Nan asked, "How is Your Majesty?" ”

Li Si smiled, as if relieved, but also helpless: "Your Majesty is working hard." ”

It can only be the case, the number of affairs in Qinzhong this year is unimaginable, the legacy of the snow and drought, and the plague has just gone, and the situation in various places has not improved.

The calamity that fell that day covered all parts of the country, and there was almost no grain harvest in a year, and the Xiongnu rebelled in the north.

How to appease the people's livelihood, how to allocate grain and grass, and how to distribute the army.

All these affairs are pressed on this child who is new to government affairs, how much can he handle, and it is already rare to be able to work hard in government.

Gu Nan didn't say anything more, turned around and left to continue inspecting the palace.

Li Si was left standing alone, his body swaying a little in the wind, and his face showed a somewhat tired look.

He remembered something and read silently: "Kyushu Yuji, Hundred Counties and Qin." ”

There was no sound outside the courtyard, and Li Si stood there alone watching the lights in the courtyard flicker.

In the middle of the night, the lights in the son's house went out.

Fusu stood up from between the tables and walked through the courtyard to the outside.

He wasn't ready to rest, but was ready to go for another walk.

His expression was a little dark, and his steps were slow, and he stepped out of the courtyard along the corridor.

Li Si watched the lights in the courtyard go out, and then silently turned to leave.

Fusu was walking in the courtyard, and there was a dull sound of military armor outside the courtyard, and he knew that there was a military formation patrolling nearby.

The grass in the courtyard was stained with moonlight with some glow gray, and the stone slabs were also glowing with a quiet light color.

Fu Su was standing in the courtyard, and he didn't understand what he was thinking about now.

He only knew that his father had passed away, and no one was watching him read anymore, and no one was standing beside him anymore, saying that it was green and rehmannia that day.

"Great Qin Prosperous Age." Fusu muttered, remembering that this was the most common phrase his father had said when he was teaching him.

He often stood on the pavilion in the palace and looked into the distance, saying that the prosperity could be expected.

Is the prosperity really expected?

He wanted to ask, he had read the bamboo slips written in various places, where was the prosperous era that Great Qin was seeking?

"Your Majesty." A voice came from behind him.

Fusu looked back, and it was a general dressed in white standing at the courtyard gate looking at him.

"General?" He knew the general, and he had met her once.

He was very impressed with her, her visor was cold and painful.

"Isn't Your Majesty resting?" The general asked him.

Fusu shook his head: "A little later." ”

The general nodded, ready to retreat.

Fusu stopped her: "General, is the death of my father the emperor's providence?" ”

The white-robed general's footsteps stopped, half loudly, and replied softly: "Your Majesty, there is no providence in this world. ”

"Then why do so many people say that it is providence?"

Fusu pursed his mouth, he didn't understand, what was wrong with wanting this world to be prosperous?

It's so wrong that it needs to be collected by destiny.

The white armor will no longer speak, and the night will be as cold as water.

Fusu felt a little cold, and asked the general one last question: "General, will Great Qin really be a prosperous era?" ”

In exchange for a moment of silence, Fusu smiled bitterly, the bitter look was so out of place on a young man's face.

He was about to leave, but a voice came from behind him: "Your Majesty, it will be prosperous." ”

He turned his head, and the white armor general seemed to be smiling at him: "So many people ask with their lives, can't you open the eyes of the sky?" ”

The white armor general said: "Moreover, I promised others. ”

I have also begged for a lifetime, how can I give it up?