In the west of the city, the government requisitioned the courtyards of three merchants and forcibly opened the partition walls of these courtyards, so that it became a very large courtyard.

There were no people on the streets on a rainy night, and Chen Yicong traveled lightly without alarming the people.

As he sat in the palanquin, he heard the sound of a watchman coming from the front, and gradually he was left behind, and the occasional laughter and quarrel came from the portals on both sides of the street, which soon melted into the rain.

"Get off the sedan car!" Lu Dou's voice came, and Chen Yicong felt that the sedan chair was gently placed on the ground.

He unfastened the curtain, the umbrella was already over his head, and he walked up the steps without squinting, crossed the threshold, and drove eastward. This is his usual route of visiting, after entering from the main gate, slowly walking west from the easternmost end of the courtyard, and leaving directly from the west gate to return to the palace after the end, the whole process takes about more than an hour.

Before he had walked a few steps, Chen Yicong frowned slightly and looked south, "...... What was that? ”

In the rain curtain, there were intermittent human voices, a little noisy, but I couldn't hear what was being said.

"Back to the emperor, it's a night theater troupe." The escort on the side explained with a smile, "Didn't the emperor say last month, I'm afraid that everyone will feel bored, let's think of some ways to boost morale, just in the past few months, there have been several new dramas in the city that talk about suppressing bandits, and the lower officials have found a team to come and sing twice a month in the middle of the month and at the end of the month." ”

"Hmm." Chen Yicong nodded, "How is the effect?" ”

"I just played the first show yesterday, and everyone liked it, especially because there were some things they had experienced," the escort laughed, "and the first few places in the play were distorted, and they helped change the words." ”

Chen Yicong smiled, "I haven't heard you mention it to me." ”

"Xia Guan also wants to give it a try...... If it is useless, it is not good to delay the time of the Holy God with these small things. The man said softly, "In the past, the emperor came during the day, and I did forget about it a few days ago." ”

"That's a good job." Chen Yicong said with a bit of approval, and the officials on the side hurriedly became humble and pressed their backs lower.

"Then now do you want to take the emperor to the water pavilion to have a look? The troupe is not far from here. ”

"No, you don't." Chen Yicong said softly, "Since they are watching the play, I won't bother." Let's go and see those who are still bedridden as before. ”

"Yes."

The sound of the rain at night made people a little upset, but the news that the emperor had come at night still made many soldiers feel sincerely happy.

In the morning, they still tidied up their appearances as usual and waited for the emperor's daily routine inspection, but then the news came, saying that there was something else in the palace this morning, and the emperor probably couldn't take a break - they never thought that although the saint was busy during the day, he still came at night.

Many of the beds in the house were empty at this time—and those who still had the strength to go down seemed to have gone to the nearby water pavilion to watch a play.

Most of those left behind were those who were seriously injured or who were particularly depressed and had no intention of doing anything else.

Chen Yicong walked through them one by one

It's no better than the previous dragonfly visit, because there are fewer people today, so Chen Yicong said a few words to everyone.

He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, either asking about his illness or gossiping about his daily life. It just so happened that many people here Chen Yicong were familiar but couldn't name them, so he took advantage of the fact that he asked them all tonight, and when he left, he shook hands with the injured and sick solemnly.

He could see the joy in the eyes of the wounded - just such a simple conversation, shaking hands, brought them great comfort, and even made many of them choked up and couldn't speak.

Chen Yicong whispered to reassure them. Thousands of troops

Although many people here are older than him in terms of age, Chen Yicong can still feel that the attitude of these people towards him is a kind of trust and piety that transcends his age.

His visits to these wounded soldiers seemed to bring them some kind of sacred refuge.

Is this feigned loyalty? Or is it a flattery to all the powerful?

But those inadvertently revealed joy and sincerity made Chen Yicong can't bear to doubt the original intention of these soldiers - they are soldiers who are born and die with themselves, far from those vain civil servants in the officialdom.

…… Or do they really believe that the wounds they have touched will heal faster than others?

Chen Yicong felt absurd for a while.

He only knew that the arrow wound on his left arm had also hurt for more than a month, and it was no better than the young man in this courtyard who was also recuperating from his wounds.

Thinking about his thoughts, he ended his visit to the East Garden, and then stepped into the rain again and walked slowly west.

The rain was a little lighter, and the sound of the rain was a little quieter.

The previous noisy drama is gone, the drum beats and chords are gone, the world is quiet, and this quiet rainy night makes Chen Yicong feel a little lonely again.

He glanced back at the cornices of the buildings in the East Garden, thinking about all the things that had happened, and slowly came back to his senses.

Chen Yicong reached out and touched his left arm rather self-deprecatingly, and then set off again and walked forward.

For some reason, the heroic smile of the imperial grandfather suddenly broke into his mind.

He still remembers that when he was a teenager, Zhang Shouzhong once told him the story of the faint king's thirst for immortality in the past, although Zhang Shouzhong did not specify the intention of asking him to take it as a warning, but Chen Yicong himself understood.

He just couldn't figure it out, why couldn't the emperor understand such a simple truth......

Didn't Grandpa Huang have a Master Zhang lead him to read history books when he was a teenager?

What happened to those emperors who longed for immortality in the end, it is clearly written in the history books, why is the emperor's grandfather, who has always been keen and intelligent, deeply involved in it, and thinks that he will be an exception?

He didn't dare to ask Zhang Shouzhong this question, and later wanted to ask his mother several times, but he felt that once he opened his mouth, it would be a great disrespect to the emperor's grandfather, and he hesitated again and again and finally could only be silent.

Now standing in the former position of Emperor Jianxi, after truly ruling the four seas, these questions that once made him feel difficult to open their mouths gradually revealed a little bit of the truth.

Maybe the imperial grandfather didn't believe it at first.

However, after being watched by those pair of sincere eyes for too long, under the praise of Song Bozong and others, things changed.

Who is innocent?

Chen Yicong's pace slowed down a little, and his afterglow glanced at the officials beside him, although each of them lowered their heads at the moment, with a respectful expression, Chen Yicong suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

He missed Zeng Jiuyan again, this heaven and earth are big, I don't know where the little marquis is now, things in the world have always been ruthless, especially for the king.

Chen Yicong sighed, and almost at this moment, he heard an ethereal singing voice in the distance.

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