The sky outside the window was overcast, and thick lead clouds shrouded it, making people feel unusually oppressive. The cold wind blew in through the windows, rolled up the curtains, and swayed in the air with a rattling sound.

Inside, two stoves burned, and the charcoal inside glowed faintly red, and it was like breathing, bright and dark. The room was quiet, no one spoke, only the heavy breathing of the man lying on the bed.

"Ahem......" A cough came from the bed, which was the person in the bed feeling uncomfortable. In his sleep, he coughed involuntarily and his voice was hoarse, echoing in the quiet room.

"Young Master!" The little guy who was waiting on the side hurried to the bed and called in a low voice. Since the person in bed was injured, there have always been people on duty here, and during this time, their young master has been in a daze, often waking up in his sleep. Therefore, the lord ordered that someone must be by his side, so that his son, who is inconvenient for his activities, will not be left alone to serve when he needs it.

"It's Ah Fu, what time is it?" The awakened young master asked in a hoarse voice.

"Young master, it's three o'clock now, it's almost dawn!" The little girl glanced at the timepiece on the side, and a drop of water was dripping from the timepiece, making a crisp sound.

"Time flies so slowly!" The young master sighed, the last time he woke up was at the end of the Yin period, and now it is only three quarters of an hour, during this time he has not been able to sleep steadily, in his sleep he will see a group of people chasing after him, holding a bright sword in his hand, he wants to run, but his legs and feet can't move, and he wakes up in his dreams again and again. Again and again, cold sweat soaked through obscene clothes. He didn't know how long he could be blessed, and if he continued like this, he might be tormented by this nightmare!

"Young master, it's about to dawn. The lord is almost going to the court now, why don't you call the lord over? The little guy didn't know how to answer, so he could only apply and invite the master.

"Go ahead! I also have something I want to discuss with my father! However, first help me up, and lie down uncomfortable! The young master agreed to the little servant's request, and then sat up with the help of the little servant. Although a person with four limbs cannot move, he does not need to exert his limbs to sit up, and it is okay to lean against the head of the bed.

After the little guy helped the young master up. He exited the room, and the footsteps faded away. Only the young master who was sitting alone at the head of the bed was left, looking at the red charcoal stove in front of the bed in a daze.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it. I always thought that my father was the uncle of the Tang Dynasty. When Chao Zaifu, no one dares to do anything to himself in this Chang'an City, and he can always be carefree like this, but ......" The young master said softly to himself in a voice that only he could hear, looking at his tightly wrapped arms wrapped in bandages, a wry smile flashed on his face.

"I shouldn't go on like this anymore, it's time to find something to do, my eldest grandson Chong is not really useless!" The young master sitting on the bed was the eldest son of Changsun Wuji, who had been attacked before. He was not in good shape at this time, and he still couldn't move his hands and feet. Even after half a month, my hands and feet still have no sensation, or they are already numb to pain, and I can't feel it anymore. The inability to take care of himself these days made him very painful, and he realized how beautiful it was to be able to move around freely before. Maybe only when he loses it does he know how precious it is to have it, but now he just wants to get better quickly, and because of this incident, he knows that his father can't deter everyone, and there are still many people who don't care about their father who is the prime minister and dare to kill him.

"Squeak!" With this sound, the door was opened, and the eldest grandson Wuji, who had been reduced a lot, walked in from outside, wearing a purple official robe, and it seemed that he was about to go to the early dynasty. His gray hair was neatly combed, there were many wrinkles on his forehead, and there were bloodshot wisps in his eyes, and he was also haggard these days. The family is so easily shaken, and his eldest grandson Wuji wants to find the murderer, how easy it is to say. Those people may have left Beijing now, although this era is the world of the Li family, and although he is the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, but there is still no way for these people, they have already reached a tacit understanding between various families, forming a huge and complex relationship network, and most of the people in the entire court are not clear with them, so the current Datang is still inseparable from the support of these families. Even Li Er has to endure this breath, not to mention his eldest grandson Wuji!

"Chong'er, how is it, do you feel better?" Eldest Sun Wuji asked with concern.

"Father, the child is fine, but lying in bed is really boring, can you send some books to the children's room?" The eldest grandson said in a hoarse voice.

"Chong'er, your body is not well yet, how can you read sadly? Let's talk about this after recuperating first! The eldest grandson Wuji was a little distressed, and during this time, he often recalled the scene when his son was injured and his body was sent back with blood. Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he could still imagine the scene at that time. He hated his powerlessness, even if he already knew who had hurt his son, but he was not capable of avenging him, which made the eldest grandson, who had always regarded himself as a million-dollar hero, very ashamed. The more this happened, the more he felt sorry for his son, so he hoped that he would get better soon.

"The child has been haunted by nightmares these days, and he doesn't even dare to fall asleep, it must be because his courage is not enough, I hope to read more sage books, cultivate some heroic righteousness, and let the child sleep more peacefully!" Seeing that his father was reluctant to study by himself, the eldest grandson Chong spoke his mind. Scholars have righteousness in their chests, and they are awe-inspiring to a qiē demon and evil, so they can collapse in front of Taishan without changing their faces. Changsun Chong has been having nightmares these days before he feels that he has not been able to develop that kind of heroic spirit in his heart, and he wants to read more books to see if he can stop having nightmares, which is also a sudden illness and rush to the doctor.

"Okay, for the father, I'll ask someone to move some four books and five passages, and then ask Ah Fu to read them to you, your hands and feet are inconvenient!" The eldest grandson Wuji thought about it and agreed with the opinion of the eldest grandson, hoping that this would give his son a spiritual sustenance, so that he could sleep peacefully and be conducive to recovery.

So in the days that followed, in the room of the eldest grandson Chong. The little boy Ah Fu became a full-time scholar who read poetry to the young master every day, and his rotation was also canceled, but his salary was improved a lot. This made this simple little guy happy for a long time, and took the extra salary to tear a piece of blue cotton cloth for his wife and make a new dress.

Eldest Sun Chong listened to Ah Fu's daily recitation of 'Zi Yue, Zhi Hu Ye' and other sage classics, and gradually felt calm in his heart, and the nightmare that had been confusing him slowly disappeared, and he slept well. The spirit is also better, and the body recovers a lot faster.

Time passes, and in a blink of an eye, it is the season for the grass to grow and the warbler to fly. Spring is coming, and the distant hillsides and nearby wheat fields are covered in emerald green clothes, and the wind blows. Swept up the green waves. The layers are very comfortable, and it seems that the emerald colors of the thousands of mountains are in full view. The roadside is also full of wildflowers, red and pink, densely covered with field paths. Farmers dressed in linen clothes also began to work hard and began to look forward to this year's harvest.

This day is the most important day of the year in Datang. Spring ploughing is carried out every spring, and on this day the Tang Dynasty is up and down. From the emperor to the small officials, they have to work in the fields themselves, which is a major event to encourage the world's agriculture, no one can escape, and even the concubines in the harem need to work on the royal special land for a day. Of course, this refers to those concubines and princesses, as for the eldest grandson, the queen personally followed Li Er to plough two acres of land and then sprinkle seeds. The two in-laws are like a real peasant couple, one farmer and one weaver. In front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty, the emperor's family had to go into battle, and none of them escaped.

No, this year, Li Er once again called his four eldest sons, wearing cotton shirts, walking barefoot on the ridges of the countryside, this large piece of land is specially reserved for the royal family to cultivate, in fact, Li Er and the eldest grandson queen came here to make a form, ploughed two acres of fields, sprinkled seeds, and then handed over to special people to take care of. Of course, whether these people who are responsible for taking care of the fields will plow and sow again is not Li Er's concern, he just needs to let the people of the world know that he, Li Shimin and his queen have gone to the land, and let the people know that the emperor actually wants to farm, which is enough.

As for calling a few of their own boys, it was because they were asked to pull the plowshares, and there were still very few cattle in the world today, although they had conquered the Turks before, and there were herds of cattle in the steppe, but the untrained steppe cattle were not suitable for plowing land at all, only suitable for slaughtering and eating meat. If you bring in the cultivated land, you will definitely run all over the ground, and you may not have cultivated the land after stepping on the porcelain.

Li Kuan felt the heaviness of the strip of cloth on his shoulders, and lamented in his heart, this is really not done by people, although he has great strength, he can't do this! Looking at Li Tai, who was pretending to be pulling a plow by his side, Li Kuan couldn't help crying and laughing, Li Tai, who was fat, was also going into battle, which was absolutely correct, because such a body would definitely make him lose weight. But this guy is too lazy, this fat is so thick, and if he pulls the plow for so long, he must be sweating profusely, but this guy only has a slight sweat on his forehead. But if you say that he didn't make a difference, the frowning brow that is worse than anyone else, and the horn that is hissing and exhausted, makes people know at a glance that he has put in a lot of effort. This is really god-level acting, if the Oscars are in the future, there will definitely be a little golden man of his.

The royal land is not near Chang'an City, it is still dozens of miles away from Chang'an, and it took most of the hour to get here in the morning by carriage. This is already the border between Wannian County and Lantian County, and next to the field where Li Kuan and his family are now cultivating is the Dongyang River, a river that flows down from Yushan, and the water flows slowly around this land, towards Weishui in the distance.

Dropping the shoulder bag (a small package sewn from cloth to put on the shoulder to prevent the shoulder from being strangled), Li Kuan went to the river to wash the mud off his body. Before ploughing the land, the land had been watered with water beforehand, otherwise how could this half-baked peasant cultivate two acres of land in one day. However, although the watered ground is soft, it is easy to make mud.

By the river, he picked up a handful of water, splashed the cool river water on his face, and felt the refreshing feeling, Li Kuan felt refreshed. Looking at Li Tai who was squatting on the side as if he was sitting on the ground, Li Kuan couldn't help but shake his head, this guy is lazy to work, and now he is resting and secretly eating on the side, I really don't know how to say that he is good!

The water flowed slowly, and Li Kuan slowly approached Li Tai from behind, and suddenly his body stiffened, and he stood in place like that, staring straight ahead with his eyes, as if he had seen something terrible. Even the idea of wanting to teach Li Tai a good lesson was thrown out of the sky by him.

In front, a figure stumbled, limping away, on the shoulder and Li Kuan before, pulling a rein, behind him, is a small plowshare, held in the hand by an old man, behind the two of them, a small piece of land ploughed out, this place is not big, only about half an acre of land, but it makes Li Kuan feel frightened. (To be continued......)