Yongde Xi Gong Jiangshan died (29)

The displaced people set out from Qingzhou and walked through abrupt hills and dry rivers, all the way through the sand and dust, and everywhere they went, the barrenness spread endlessly.

A large number of refugees gradually moved from the seven states to one direction, from the scattered seven states to the scattered Chang'an, and from the barren seven states to the barren Chang'an.

Because there is no belief that a family and country should have, Chang'an has fallen apart into a barren, and no one responds, whether it is the court or the neighborhood, Yongde Xigong's rumors are no longer rumors, and it seems that with the passage of time step by step, it has become a certainty, and there is no way to avoid it.

The homeless people I saw couldn't do half a penny.

Those who entered Chang'an with the displaced people, as well as their experiences and encounters for more than ten years, are unheard.

Harsh administration and heavy taxes, natural and man-made disasters, exploitation by local officials at all levels, acting for the tiger, protecting each other, politics and law are chaotic, what officials need is false reports of numbers, and gold, silver and grain that squeezes the last drop of blood of the people. Rather than people's livelihood stability.

The tens of thousands of people who were far away from Chang'an seemed to be exiled thousands of miles away. There is no political law to make decisions for them, no one can be blessed by them, and the increasingly harsh criminal taxes, the increasingly depleted rivers, and the increasingly dying hearts of the people are all tribulations that have accumulated for a long time.

Whenever it comes to the backlog of empowerments, it is also the time when it explodes with the surging tide.

The tree of hugging begins at the end of the day, and the rout is never a momentary achievement.

There is no need for anyone to lead, and the country will change the dynasty.

Gong Chuguan's leadership is just out of time.

It's not them, there will be others.

At least for now, the palace chief is thinking about it.

Outside the flower window, a few little maids are fishing for camels, and the autumn breeze lightly ignites the bleak and lonely moonlight. A shallow white silhouette hangs in the sky, and if you don't look closely, you will dimly mix with the sky.

Gong Changjue leaned on the window sash and looked sideways at the scene outside.

For some reason, these days, she always feels that her heart is beating fast, and sometimes, it beats very slowly, as if she is being pressed by something, and she is groggy.

It's like this world and the country, something is brewing, ready to be launched once and there is no way back.

Comb said,

"Miss, don't sit by the window, it's almost night, be careful of catching a cold."

The palace chief answered as usual. but did not come down from the sash.

Comb said,

"Miss, I heard that Zhu Yu was strangled to death by Meng Huawen because of a dispute with Meng Huawen, and Meng Huawen was now killed on the spot by the officers and soldiers in charge of the exile, I heard that Zhu Yu's child will be born in a few days, but fortunately he did not come into the world."

The handkerchief is immersed in water, and the handkerchief slowly turns dark and sinks to the bottom of the basin.

"Otherwise, I don't know how much hardship I have to endure on such a stall, I heard the words that came back, Zhu Yuhuai is a girl, if it is a man, it is okay, in today's world, at least the limbs are sound, willing to work and learn, at least there is a way to live, if it is a woman, it will be difficult, whether she can survive well, it is difficult to say, not to mention the harshness of this world to women."

Gong Changjue listened to the broken thoughts of the comb, and suddenly felt a little tired, and glanced back at the comb, who was twisting the handkerchief.

Gong Changjue came down from the window sash, and Comb handed the handkerchief to Gong Changjue.

"Miss wipe your hands and have dinner."

The palace chief didn't answer, just wiped his hands, and felt that the light in the room was a little dim, so he didn't call her a comb, but called her to take the lamp.

Combing entered the house with the lamp, and the palace chief seemed to see in a trance that in her previous life, every time she couldn't sleep all night, when she got up to read at night, she would carefully protect the lamp, leaning aside, sometimes talking to her, sometimes taking a nap.

In the dead of night, it is often the time when she has the most palpitations, in her eyes, but she can't help but think about the slander and abuse that can't be ignored over and over again, she is just a sixteen-year-old girl, she has not suffered anything, she has no special experience, she thought that life is like this, but overnight, everything fell apart.

Only then did she know what happiness was.

Those days that were once carefree and seemingly ordinary were times bathed in the blessings of happiness.

It's just that she hasn't seen misfortune yet, and she doesn't know that happiness is so precious and plain.

And after she fell into misfortune, she fell into the rejection of the world, and sometimes she sat for a day, and could not think about anything, listen to nothing, and get a rare quiet, such an unspeakable happiness, for her, it was simply the most precious and cherished treasure in the world.

All this she got now seemed to be a little too beautiful, making her feel unreal, as if all this would disappear like dew in the sun in the next moment.

She seemed to be caught in cotton, stepping on it, falling into a deeply unreal dream, but becoming more and more unable to extricate herself.

The candlelight flickered, shining on things, casting long shadows.

The shadow changed with the movement of Comb Yan holding the candlestick, and it was like a dream in a trance.

Comb put down the candlestick, but saw that the palace chief was in a trance,

"Miss?"

"Miss."

Gong Changjue looked back at Comb, and Comb said with a smile,

"Miss, the people below have set up a meal, you can eat a little."

As if he had just woken up from a big dream, the palace chief came back to his senses and nodded,

"Okay."

The Dingwang Mansion is brightly lit, and the subordinates are sorting out the dowry list.

Zuo Jin faced Chu Ranxing, and the one in front of Chu Ranxuan had not been turned for a long time.

Zuo Jindao,

"She's running out of time."

Chu Ranxuan said lightly,

"I know."

Zuo Jin turned his eyes and looked at the parchment roll in front of Chu Ranxing,

"I'm not here to ask you this time, if you still want to marry her soon."

Chu Ran said,

"Is there anything else to say between us?"

Zuo Jin's always gentle expression on his face was rarely a little relaxed, and he looked at the parchment roll in front of Chu Ranxuan expressionlessly.

Zuo Jindao,

"Chu Ranxuan, if these are all big dreams."

Before Zuo Jin could finish speaking, Chu Ran Shengsheng intercepted Zuo Jin's words,

"There is no big dream, everything is real now, and what I don't know is illusory."

Chu Ranyu's tone was solemn, and he didn't mean to hesitate.

Such an eager retort revealed his emotions unmistakably.

Zuo Jin stretched out his hand, moved the parchment roll in front of him, moved it in front of him, and said slowly,

"You're scared."

Not in a questioning tone, but in an affirmative.

"But aren't you already suspicious?"

Chu Ranyu lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, leaving only the elusive and silent.

Zuo Jindao,

"You have to be nice to her."

Chu Ranyu raised his eyes,

"I don't need you to say that."

Chu Ranxin looked at Zuo Jin, the tears flashing in Zuo Jin's eyes and the clear light of the bright moon fell weakly in the night.

When does a man's vulnerability fall?

For a person like Zuo Jin, it is unfathomable, calm and steady, Chu Ranxin can't guess.

But at this moment, facing the tears in Zuo Jin's eyes, he had nothing to say.

At this moment, Zuo Jin's emotions, he can fully understand.

Chu Ranyu took a deep breath, and his voice was calmer and more turbulent than the river flowing in the dark night.

Chu Ran said

"I don't care what you know or what happened. Before my eyes, I just didn't exist. ”

Zuo Jin suddenly smiled, with a cold emotion in his eyes, his eyes were bent, and both of them heard Zuo Jin's voice,

"Okay."

I don't know who I'm saying this good for, for Chu Ranxuan, or for myself, or for the impermanent and changing sky.

The room was quiet, with candles flickering and reflected in the parchment rolls.

The night was lonely and silent, it seemed to be like it all the time, and it seemed like it was only tonight. The moon shining high has been the same round since the dawn of time, the heart is the hardest, never caring about people's joys and sorrows, whether it is a carnival or a cry tonight, it will also rise little by little according to the previous route, and show its outline little by little.

The displaced people from all directions rushed to Chang'an day and night, and people fell under the cold moonlight all the way.

From a distance, it was just a few small dots, moving slowly on the vast expanse.

The same round of the moon watched the eternals interpret joys and sorrows, but always firmly returned to the original point. Regardless of all the opinions and ideas of others, it will always climb to the limit of the sky, and once again illuminate a weak hope with the moonlight that has taken care of countless people through the ages.

People may sometimes need such a light that illuminates the world clearly, but cannot see the details and expressions clearly, to hide their hearts and illuminate the way ahead.

The heavens and the earth were swirling, and the palace chief jue stood on the long street, the night was miserable, but she unconsciously wanted to come out for a walk, and she was going to enter the palace tomorrow.

She wanted to have a moment of her own time before this, before another round of exhausting battles.

Seeing the road by the moonlight, she just walked slowly up and down a street in front of her door.

At the end of the long street appeared a figure, dressed in a wide robe, with black and white hair.

Gong Changjue stood still,

"Ren old-timer?"

Ren Xuanji stood still and said,

"Girl, it's late at night, why don't you sleep yet?"

Gong Changjue smiled slightly,

"Some can't sleep, so they come out for a walk."

"Didn't the seniors also sleep yet?"

Ren Xuanjidao,

"How can you and I be the same?"

"You're a woman after all, it's better not to go out at night."

Gong Changjue nodded and said,

"Just wandering around the door, it's fine."

The palace chief looked at the moon in the sky, and Qinghui arrogantly sprinkled it on the eaves and fell on people.

"It's so late, why don't the seniors rest?"

Ren Xuanjidao,

"I haven't been out for half a month, so I'll go out for a walk tonight."

Gong Changjue frowned slightly,

"Haven't been out for half a month?"

"Did the seniors remember wrong? Obviously, I only saw my senior on the street a few days ago. I also talked to my seniors. ”

Ren Xuanjidao,

"Old decay never deceives people, since there is none, naturally there is none."

The Ren Xuanji he saw on the street that day flashed in the palace chief's mind, his hair and beard were white, and the fairy wind was boneless, which seemed to be a person, but there was a great difference.

Mountains and rivers don't grow long

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