When Zhu Yousong arrived, the princess had just finished lunch, and the maids and servants in the courtyard had finished cleaning up, and they each hid in the warm and baked house. The princess believes in Buddhism, and every time after dinner, she has to chant and pray in front of the Buddha statue in the outer hall, leaving only the eldest girl who was married at the beginning to serve by her side.

In the past half a month, the princess has been going to see herself almost every day, and she has long been acquainted. Coupled with the memory of inheriting the deity, although he had no impression of his father, Zhu Yousong, who still had a good sense of affection for this cheap mother, jumped out of the carriage and found the princess who was chanting. The little follower Xiaohe also went to find a familiar maid to play, and the little horseman Zhang Hao leaned on the horse, and he always felt that horses were more worthy of being close than people.

The princess heard the footsteps, but she hadn't finished reciting a section of the Huayan Sutra in her heart, so she ignored him and continued to close her eyes and fold her hands in silence. There was a tall beauty standing beside the princess, wearing a crimson cotton gown, with a tight waistline and a towering chest, thirty years old and charming but not demonic, and ripe just right. Zhu Yousong recognized it as the concubine's dowry maid Hongyu, seeing that his mother ignored him, Zhu Yousong was not a stuffy gourd in both lives, how could he honestly wait for his mother to finish reciting the obscure and lengthy scriptures.

"Aunt Hong, look at her, look at her, calling people on such a cold day, and hanging them up to ignore people, she is more dear to this bald wooden pimple than to her own children." Zhu Yousong smiled and leaned on Hongyu's ear, bit his ear and said, pointing his fingers at this kind Maitreya Buddha statue.

"Be quiet, my lord, after your accident, the princess begged the Buddha and Bodhisattva of various temples, but when she asked for Maitreya in Ying'en Temple, you woke up. Didn't you see, the Buddha statues have replaced Guanyin Bodhisattva with Maitreya Buddha, and you are believing in it at this time, so you just wait. ”

"If the spirit is worshipped, if it is not spiritual, it will be changed, hehe, I see that the mother concubine is trustworthy, and she is not very pious." Zhu Yousong pursed his lips, as a highly educated atheist, he was not very reverent of these things.

Princess Zou is still sure that her son will come back from the dead, and it is Maitreya Buddha who heard her prayer, and during this time, she was sincere. Hearing the two people whispering, for fear that the Buddha would blame, he hurriedly said: "What are you two muttering and chewing, Yu'er, you take Fuba to my room first and wait for me." "Fuba is Zhu Yousong's milk name, and he has had it since he was a child, so even if he hears it weird every time, he has no reason to object.

"Did you hear that, Yu'er, let's go, the mother concubine and her old man are chatting with the Buddha, let's two ordinary people don't get in the way here." After speaking, he pulled the red jade and ran to the bedroom, the princess heard that he didn't cover his mouth, and grabbed a futon in a hurry and threw it, her little Fuba had already been able to jump away from it, looking at the great disaster and not dying, becoming lazy and lively son, Rao is chanting the princess can not help but laugh, although she scolds, but in her heart she feels that this kind of Fuba is more close to herself than before.

Princess Zou is second only to King Fu in the entire Fu Palace, but the bedroom is quite incompatible with the magnificent and luxurious style of the entire palace. King Fu likes the new and hates the old, and what he likes is a young and childish woman, and the princess has never been here since she was a vassal. The whole bedroom is simple and simple, the carved pear blossom wood bed is hung with a gauze tent, Zhu Yousong jumped up, lay on the bed, lost a morning of fighting the landlord, lost the heart of the heart, wanted to take a rest, but suddenly his ears hurt.

It turned out that he was picked up by Sister Gao Tong's ears, and smacked him and said, "You little conscienceless, what did you call me just now?" ”

As soon as these words were matched with the action, Zhu Yousong only felt surprisingly ambiguous. Could it be that this shameless predecessor still has some ulterior past with his mother's dowry maid, and the memory he inherited does not have this impression. Just when Zhu Yousong was secretly feeling sorry for himself, Hongyu was also half-lying on the bed, Zhu Yousong was taken aback, could it be that there was something to break the feudal shackles in such a gap between the concubine's recitation of the scriptures? What to do? Shall I symbolically rebel? In an instant, Zhu Yousong had already carried out tens of thousands of fierce ideological struggles in his mind.

"You dare to scream at the princess Yu'er Yu'er, it's really not ashamed, you are what I hugged you."

Zhu Yousheng secretly screamed ashamed, almost made a fool of himself, and hurriedly begged for mercy. Glancing at the royal sister lying flat next to her, she silently thought in her mind: harmony, democracy, freedom......

The princess finally finished today's scripture schoolwork, and her face was full of relief when she saw the two people fighting on the bed. King Fu drank and had fun in his inner courtyard all day long, and after the domain, he never set foot in his own yard, and what made people even more cold was that his own son almost died, and he didn't come out to see, in the eyes of Princess Zou, the maid who accompanied him since he was a child, and his son Fuba, who was raised single-handedly, are the two closest people in his life.

"Look at you, you don't have a good track to follow him." Zou Wangfei laughed and scolded the two, sat on the chair, looked at his son, who had only been alive for half a month, and believed that this was the manifestation of the Buddha, otherwise he would not have heard that there was a good one so quickly.

"My son, a few days ago, you suffered a disaster, and I promised to donate a lot of money to the temple in Ying'en Temple, and you were good. Tomorrow, if you go to Ying'en Temple on my behalf to make a vow, you will be blessed by the Buddha and ensure your health in the future. ”

"Mother, I see that the Buddha always thinks that the son is a good person, so he let me go, that is to covet our little copper smelly thing, I see that the sesame oil money or something is exempt, I kowtow to the Buddha and her old man at home, his old man has great powers, and he must feel my heart." Zhu Yousong really didn't want to be in the cold, so he braved the cold wind to send money to others, just wanted to gag and get by.

"You don't have a flamboyant tongue here, go back and clean up, I'll send someone to send you the things you want to bring in a while, and you will go early tomorrow morning." Elder Zhien of Ying'en Temple, I have already sent someone to tell him. Okay, my son, I'm tired of my mother, so let's go. Yu'er, serve me to take a nap. ”

Zhu Yousong, who had no result in the struggle, had no choice but to gather his second general and go home. On the way, Zhu Yousong thought that although he didn't want to go to Ying'en Temple to send money to the monks, but in this era, he had not left the palace, and it was indeed time to go out to have a look.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Zhu Yousong went straight to Ying'en Temple with a group of attendants. The world has been peaceful for a long time, although there are many outcasts outside the pass, but all kinds of anti-kings, including Li Zicheng, are still in the stage of spark at this time, and they do not have the ability or courage to besiege a big city like Luoyang. Zhu Yousong was promoted to King Changde early, and he was still the prince of the vassal king, and his identity was sensitive, so he could not easily leave Luoyang City. So when the prince used to travel, there were only a few guards and small servants. Who knew that there was a drunken fall from a horse last time, although he woke up, he couldn't help but be afraid when he remembered Princess Zou at that time. This time, I specially told me to have this mighty vow repayment team.

Zhu Yousong, who was bored in the carriage, lifted the curtain and admired the ancient city of Luoyang. Although there is the memory of the son Zhu Yousong, it is the first time to see the ancient city of Luoyang. The towering city wall seems to stand in the clouds, and the carriage is in the city, but I feel that the city wall is in front of me, and I can't help but be dizzy. The ancient capital of the Nine Dynasties, indescribably majestic, really deserves to be "there is no difference in the whole world, and there is no parallel in the four seas." Compliments.

Zhu Yousong, who was born in science, looked at the majestic city that was difficult to describe in this textbook, and wanted to sigh a few words that should be used for the occasion, only to find that he really had no ink on his chest, and he had to sigh for half a year: "It's so fucking tall!" ”

Zhang Hao chuckled: "The prince stayed in the capital earlier, and I heard that the city wall there is higher and thicker than Luoyang, is it true?" After getting along for a few days, Zhang Hao found that the son of the world was really different from before, with a cheerful and reckless personality, but it had a great intention of making people close.

"The capital.. It's been too long since I remembered. I've seen a different Luoyang City before. Listening to Zhang Hao talk about the past, he couldn't help but think of his relatives and friends in his previous life, Zhu Yousong was a little sad for a while, his interest was greatly reduced, his body shrank into the carriage, and asked, "How long will it take?" ”

"It's Dongguan Street in front of you, and you can get there just across the street, but it may be a little slower."

Zhu Yousong stuck out his head when he heard this, and he knew the answer before he asked why. I saw that the streets were crowded with ragged refugees, all with yellow faces and thin muscles, huddled in the cold streets. As a modern person, Zhu Yousong has seen poverty, but he has never seen such a scene of fleeing. "Stop!" Zhu Yousong is not a moral saint, but he will never let him turn a blind eye to the tragic image in front of him and continue to enjoy glory and wealth by himself. At a glance, the whole street is crowded with refugees, Dongguan Street is close to the city wall, Luoyang political Wang Yinchang is afraid that the crowd will be scattered and difficult to manage, so the refugees will be placed on Dongguan Street.

Zhang Hao reined in the carriage helplessly, and jumped off the carriage skillfully with a pull of the reins. Shizi stopped the carriage, and in his opinion, he must have thought that the refugees were blocking the road and wanted to disperse the refugees. These poor people, Henan Mansion has been in drought for three years, God is reluctant to let a drop of rain fall, 10,000 acres of fertile land have no harvest, and the people of Henan Mansion are starving all over the wilderness. Although Zhang Hao has a heart, he has no choice but to have a low status, so he can only save a few steamed buns and feed a few orphans among the refugees.

The guards behind him saw Shizi jump out of the carriage, they were all in the palace for a long time, looking at people with old eyes, and took it for granted that Shizi was angry and wanted to drive these Huazi away, so they stepped forward to scold.

"Don't touch my child, we are all Daming people, don't we even have the right to freeze to death in my Daming city?" One of the refugees in the first place, a middle-aged man, saw a rich boy traveling, and the other refugees had already struggled to move their bodies and make way for them. Only this man, who had not eaten for a few days, and was still holding two children in his arms on the left and right, hid slowly, and was pushed to the ground by the guards, and the two children fell to the ground, but they did not even have the strength to cry under the cold and hunger. The man was furious and roared loudly.

Zhu Yousong blushed, and while blushing for his previous life, he hurriedly waved his hand to signal them to retreat.

Looking closely at this person, Zhu Yousong found that he was not the same as an ordinary refugee. His face is yellow but not dirty, his facial features are clearly recognizable, his hair is withered but neatly tied on the top of his head, and when he listens to his roar, he is also full of bookish anger, without a little folk slang, it is not difficult to see that he is a Sven reader.

Zhu Yousong hurriedly stepped forward and picked up the two young children, the middle-aged man struggled and roared just now, he had already exhausted his last bit of strength, and he couldn't stop it, watching him pick up the child. But seeing Zhu Yousong untie the animal skin velvet cloak behind him, wrap the two dirty children in his arms, and then turn around and say, "I'm sorry, I disturbed my brother." ”

When the man saw Zhu Yousong's actions, he knew that he had no malicious intentions, so he hurriedly returned the salute, wanting to take the child, but he really didn't have the strength, so he had to do it. After talking for a while, Zhu Yousong learned: This man named Shen Muhong was originally a teacher in Yongning, and Yongning can be regarded as a larger county in Henan Prefecture, but the disaster is really serious, and the county order has written to the court several times to ask for disaster relief, but it is like a stone sinking into the sea, the emperor is obsessed with carpentry, the courtiers are busy fighting for power and profit, Liaoxiang still has a debt, and no one can take care of the drought in Henan. I also heard that the Guanzhong Liukou was defeated by the imperial court, and had poured into Henan from Tongguan, and the rumors were everywhere for a while, and the people in the vicinity poured into Luoyang City, hoping that the high city of Luoyang and the thick walls could block the Guanzhong Liukou. At this time, the peasant rebel army did not love the people as much as recorded in the history books, and they did not commit any crimes in the autumn. If there was really no offense with the people, the hundreds of thousands of troops were not engaged in agricultural production, and there was no tax supply, they would have starved to death a long time ago, and then the government would have needed to suppress it. Everywhere the rebels passed, families were ruined.

Zhu Yousong also somewhat understood the natural and man-made disasters at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and the people were miserable, but when he actually saw it, he was still shocked. Seeing countless lives being harvested by hunger and cold winds, I can't be indifferent. Fortunately, now that his identity is well utilized, he can still make a big difference. After the inquiry, Zhu Yousong hurriedly ordered to go down, take the belongings he brought to the city to buy grain, set up pots and stoves on the street, cook porridge for disaster relief, and sent people back to his home, arranging for people to prepare to build temporary shelters, and block the cold north wind whistling by.

"Is there any place around here where a large number of thatched huts and thatched huts can be built, this north wind, I don't know how many people will freeze to death if we delay overnight."

Zhang Hao already knew that he had misunderstood the son of the world at this time, and although his thoughts were not exposed, he still couldn't help but secretly scream ashamed. Hearing the question, he hurriedly said: "Shizi, Luoyang is prosperous, the land price is extremely expensive, so many victims, if you want to resettle, I'm afraid you can only ... Can only.."

Zhu Yousong saw that he was spitting and spitting, obviously having an idea, but he refused to say it, he was very annoyed, and scolded: "What can only be said, you say it!" No matter how much grinding and chirping, every person who freezes to death will be counted on your head. ”

"It's just that we're going to Ying'en Temple!" Zhang Hao's heart was horizontal, gritted his teeth, and blurted out.

Zhu Yousong was also stunned when he heard this, this Ying'en Temple is extraordinary, it was built by King Fu under the banner of "Feng Yi Creation", Fu King Zhu Changxun for his biological mother Zheng Guifei "express the loyalty and filial piety of the heart", "the goodness of the heart can also be caused; The heart can be caused, so grace can be welcomed", so it was named "Ying'en". It covers an extremely wide area, and because of the name of Fuwangfu, it forcibly occupies the land of many people. Zhu Yousong used to be the son of King Fu, so he naturally knew. Zhang Hao, this kid, was in a hurry, and he actually came up with such an idea, don't look at his usual wilting, he is so bold.

Zhu Yousong looked up at the mountain gate of the high platform of Ying'en Temple, and there were still several miles to see, and he agreed with this outrageous idea even more. Immediately snorted, jumped into the carriage and said with a smile: "I almost forgot the purpose of going out today, walking brothers, brothers are still willing to go to Ying'en Temple." ”

The guards listened to this nondescript title, smiled bitterly, followed the little prince who was out of tune, and continued to set off to Ying'en Temple.