How a doorman in Mrs. Chu's mansion controlled his temper and didn't splash the hot tea on the face of another doorman, it was impossible for outsiders to know.

Jiang Liang was sent away in the inn, and fell into a coma again.

The wound of the whip and the injury of kneeling made it difficult for him to lie on the front and back of the bed, and he knelt with the injury in the severe cold for two days.

Before he was confused, he ate the medicine and rice as soon as he was delivered to his mouth, and the movements were fast and violent.

The attendant pulled the spoon out vigorously: "I was in such a hurry to eat and drink, I thought I had no strength." ”

Before he was dragged awake, he lay on the bed and said: "Only by taking medicine and eating can you have the strength to live." ”

The attendant taunted: "I thought you didn't want to live anymore." ”

If you want to live, why do you do such a bold thing?

Ignoring his taunts, he smiled and closed his eyes.

said that it was an entourage, but in fact, the eunuchs who had accompanied him in King Zhao's Mansion since childhood, looked like this, and the entourage couldn't bear to ridicule anymore, sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing.

"Brother Yu." He said, "Do you want to die or live?" You worked day and night, and asked everyone to come out to do things, you said that you wanted everyone to live well, but you actually came to provoke Mrs. Chu and Your Majesty, do you know that at that time, Mrs. Chu Guo was able to cut off your head and send it to Your Majesty. ”

Before his original name was Ah Yu, he sighed when he heard this name that he hadn't mentioned for a long time.

"Don't call me this anymore." He said, "I am called Wei now, my wish is not fulfilled, and this life is not fulfilled." ”

He propped himself up and changed his position to relieve the pain of the wound.

"The reason why I dare to say it is that I guessed that Mrs. Chu would not cut off my head, and Mrs. Chu did not have that much respect for Your Majesty."

The attendant was startled and reached out to hold his mouth: "If you are beaten again, you really won't be able to live." ”

He smiled and didn't speak.

This is very scary, but it is a fact, from the moment he found out that Mrs. Chu Guo was holding the seal of the Son of Heaven but did not hand it over to the new emperor, he had the unfinished mind of this life.

The attendant felt that his laughter was more intimidating than his words, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Do you hate King Lu?" ”

Jiang Liang also asked this question just now, but he didn't answer it, and at this time, the entourage asked again, and said: "I don't hate him, I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling to let King Zhao die like this, I'm unwilling." ”

His voice and expression were not terrible, but his hands gripped the mattress, and the freshly wrapped wound on his back oozed blood and bloomed like a flower.

The entourage held him down in fright and lowered his voice: "His Royal Highness's death has nothing to do with King Lu, you can't hate him just because King Lu is alive and His Highness is dead!" You're being unreasonable! ”

Wei smiled: "How can there be so many truths in this world, God let King Zhao die, let King Lu live, if you want to blame God." ”

The attendant threw him on the bed: "You are really crazy! What can you do about that? His Highness won't survive. ”

Before he fell on the bed, the wound bleed more, and the whole person was going to faint in pain, but he didn't faint, what could he do like this? He didn't know either, he just wanted to......

This world should have belonged to King Zhao, King Zhao couldn't get it, and King Lu didn't want to get it!

Can't you think about this? Is this crazy? What's so crazy about this, even Ankang Mountain can be called the emperor, the world is already crazy!

He lay on the bed, his hair scattered, and laughed like a real madman.

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.......

Mrs. Chu punished a Yizhou Taishou for the matter, and splashed ripples in Huainan Province like throwing stones into the lake.

But it was only a ripple, and the ripples quickly dispersed.

The people recruited by the Taoist government swept the streets several times, and the remaining bloodstains disappeared, and this matter disappeared in the hearts of the people.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the New Year is getting closer and closer, New Year's goods, winter, spring, farming, selling goods, buying cattle and sheep, etc., occupy the hearts of the people, and the daily life is busy and complicated.

Mrs. Chu just punished an official, what does it have to do with them, this is still a good thing, Mrs. Chu is honest and strict.... Well, Mrs. Chu is not upright, only strict or not, in this world, you can't ask for more.

The ripples rippled in the hearts of the officials for a long time, and Mrs. Chu was strict, but not very upright, so things were not so terrible.

The affairs of the state capital cannot be wrong, so as not to anger Mrs. Chu Guo, and think about it seriously, if there is a place that angered Mrs. Chu in the past, and you have to be busy preparing more treasures, the New Year is coming, it is a good opportunity to give gifts to Mrs. Chu Guo, and it must be sumptuous and grand to make Mrs. Chu happy, and the daily life is busier than before.

And in the hearts of the people who are far away from Yangzhou City and are not officials or officials, they have not even received a ripple.

A thin snow covered the field, but it was no longer empty, and the fields were no longer deserted, showing traces of reclaim.

Before the morning fog cleared, there were old men picking up cow and horse dung on the village road, just like they were not as comfortable as before the war.

The old man was obviously very familiar with this place, and in the fog, he lowered his head and poked the ground with his fork, and walked steadily half a step without sliding into the field on the side, until the sound of a bamboo cane landing sounded in front of him......

The voice was close at hand, and the old man subconsciously raised his head, and saw that the lingering fog suddenly dispersed, and a person appeared in front of him.

I didn't even hear the sound of footsteps, the figure seemed to come out of the ground, ghost...... In the morning, the old man's dung fork fell down with a shudder.

The man bent down and picked up the dung fork, handed it to the old man, and asked, "Uncle, is there a village ahead where I can beg for water?" ”

The voice is mellow, the hand holding the dung fork is slender, the other hand holds a wooden staff, then the cyan robe, and then the dusty face still can't stop the handsome face, and a hat is behind him, revealing the top of his smooth head.

It's not a ghost, it's a monk, the old man's heart falls to the ground, and his soul returns to its place.

"Master, how do you walk silently?" He reached out and took the dung fork, holding it in his hand and making a heroic gesture, "I almost gave you a fork!" ”

Monk Mu saluted with one hand: "I'm scared of the old man." ”

The old man smiled: "Where can I be scared, we are here in Huainan Road, peaceful and peaceful, there are no rebels, bandits and wicked people." He untied the kettle from his waist, "There is still some way to go to the village, so the master will drink my water first." ”

Monk Mu stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the kettle and sighed: "Huainan Dao is really simple and generous. ”

In this troubled world, not to mention the food and drink that is given to others, when you see someone walking alone, everyone mentions each other and lets each other kill and rob you.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, this was a foreign monk.

Monk Mu nodded: "I came from other places, and what I saw along the way was miserable, and there were no people in many local villages. ”

The old man grabbed the monk, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "You also heard that we have a good life in Huainan Road to find a way to live, you just came here, I came from outside, I was not originally from here, our whole village is gone, I took the old and young to run here, now, you see, I not only have a house to live, but also a field." ”

He pulled the wooden monk to look into the four fields, and then pointed to a place.

"That's the field that was given to me."

Monk Mu followed what he pointed at, and saw that the vast fields had been ploughed, and he would plant grain as soon as spring began: "Are these fields all given to you by Mrs. Chu?" ”

The fields of Great Xia, even the wasteland, almost all belong to the big families, and the homeless people can have their own fields, only by relying on the government.

Monk Mu looked at these fields, as if he saw several graves in Gwangju Province with simple stone monuments.

People passing by will spit on the grave: "Huang is a sinner, colluding with the rebels and harming my innocent people." ”

“...... The government conscripted the family to rent it to us. The old man's voice was broken on the side, "The government has exempted the family from grain tax, but we still have to pay taxes, but we are not white..... Well, this year is exempt from grain tax, and it will be levied next year. ”

Monk Mu retracted his gaze and looked at him: "What kind of person is Mrs. Chu?" ”

This question made the old man even more interested, and he didn't pick up the cow dung, and took out the food from the blanket, and even a piece of dried meat.

"Monk, you eat..... Oh you don't eat meat, you eat my dry cakes. ”

"Do you know where this meat came from? Huainan Province is peaceful, but not everyone can eat meat. ”

"This is because my son is a soldier, and when he is a soldier, he can eat meat, and his family can also get meat."

"All this is because of the kindness of Mrs. Chu State, she is an immortal."

Mrs. Chu took in all the displaced people, as long as the displaced people who came to her, she took them in, she took them in Dou County, and she also took them in when she arrived in Gwangju Mansion, and with the entire Huainan Province, she let all the places in Huainan Province take in the displaced people, give the displaced people food, drink and shelter, the local government has no money, she goes out.

Mrs. Chu was recruited as a soldier, in order to protect more people, those who dared to be soldiers to kill rebels and bandits were all heroes, and heroes wanted to get more glory, and Mrs. Chu gave them the best food and clothing, and returned them to their families.

Mrs. Chu not only asked everyone to kill the thief, she also went into battle to kill the thief herself.

Mrs. Chu was never afraid of danger, and rode a horse in a car to inspect Huainan Road.

Her chariots and horses are adorned with jewels and depict auspicious clouds of various colors, as if flying down from the sky.

Mrs. Chu really came from the sky, and the people of a village in Dou County saw with their own eyes that they were robbed by bandits, pleading and praying to the sky, and then that night thunder and lightning increased and rain poured, and Mrs. Chu fell from the sky in colorful clothes.

The old man pulled the wooden monk and said seriously: "There is no better place than us, as long as you are willing to work, you can live the same as before, stay, we don't have a temple in the village, but talk to Lizheng, you can build one." ”

Although I thought that there were many displaced people at the beginning, but now all over the country are shouting that there are not enough people, and they are asking for people, and the village chief said that if anyone can lead the displaced people, one person will give more land.

Monks are also human beings and cannot be let go.

The old man said that his saliva was splashing and dancing, and he was bent on leaving this passing monk for a bite to eat.

Monk Mu listened quietly and patiently, there was no curiosity on his face, and he didn't open his mouth to ask, but it caused people to involuntarily want to tell him more.

When the old man finally took a breath and stopped, he nodded and spoke.

"Where's your son?" He asked.

The old man's radiant face darkened, and he looked into the depths of the morning mist.

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The sun rises, the mist lifts, and a temple appears on the highest part of the hill.

Colorful flags flutter in the wind, and the incense on the temple seems to be endless.

This incense comes from a huge incense burner in front of the temple, and the incense burner is full of incense wax.

The old man took out a handful of incense from the cow dung frame and threw it in, followed the rising smoke, and shouted, "Sheep Dan'er, I have come to see you." ”

The cigarette writhed in the wind, and the old man smiled with satisfaction, as if he had been answered.

"My son's name is in there." He said to the wooden monk standing beside him, "There are names on a wall inside, and the names of the soldiers who died in battle are engraved on it. ”

Speaking of this, he laughed again.

"I don't know if my sheep and eggs are gods in heaven or a good baby."

The wooden monk crossed the continuous cigarette smoke, stepped up the steps, walked into the temple, and faced a black wall, the wall was densely covered with red words, it was one name after another, some had names and surnames, some only had names without surnames, and some had no serious names......

The black wall, the red words were condescending, and the black pressure pounced on, and the wooden monk closed his eyes.

“..... Master, you can stay here, although this is not a temple, but there is incense, and you can still chant sutras to surpass these warriors. The old man's voice sounded in his ears with joy.

Monk Mu opened his eyes and looked at him: "Your son is dead, why are you still so happy?" ”

The old man was stunned and smiled: "Because my son died well, although he died, let more people live, so that I and his wife and children can have something to support, in this troubled world, if you are not a soldier, you will die if you die, how can you be so glorious as now." ”

Speaking of this, he sighed lightly.

"Mrs. Chu is really an immortal."

Monk Mu corrected him: "No, Mrs. Chu, she is an evil ghost. ”