It's just that people seem to have forgotten. The new people in the palace will be slowly buried in this three-zhang palace over time, and then gradually forgotten.

When passing by the Yiluan Palace, Wen Qingwu looked sideways at the closed windows and doors and the cold and depressed courtyard, and suddenly had a sad sigh of a rabbit and a dead dog.

Although this palace is full of people, it is in her hands that they died.

Turning back and striding away, her bare neck aching from the summer sun.

Wen Qingwu understands that this Yiluan Hall will gradually be covered with dust, and those people and things that happen suddenly and solve suddenly will be slowly forgotten in their memory, and they will also be sealed in this Luoyang Palace.

When I return to the pickaxe capital, I'm afraid no one will be able to remember this stubble.

She wouldn't have to remember anything more. Just go one step at a time.

The days in the Luoyang Palace became more and more peaceful after Emperor Joan of Arc left. Wen Qingwu has almost nothing else to do except being on duty in the Great Cause Hall every day. Only Gao Yang went to her Xianyunju every day to practice.

Because the Xianyun Residence is too far away, and Wen Qingwu serves in the Great Cause Hall every day, there is almost nothing to do except look at the inside of the Great Cause Hall every day. After all, the masters of the service are not there.

After this leisure, Gao Yang simply took Li Mingda and Chengyang to the Great Cause Hall and left to find Wen Qingwu. The Great Cause Hall is much larger than the Xianyun Residence, and it is empty for a while without a master. Wen Qingwu didn't stop him, so he taught a few people to play the piano in the Great Cause Hall.

Occasionally listening to Chengyang Gaoyang playing the piano, occasionally watching Li Zhi teach Li Mingda to practice calligraphy, occasionally holding a book and watching under the plum tree with only dead branches, sitting in a rocking chair, watching and falling asleep.

This day is quiet and long. The years have become very light, like flying flakes on willow branches, slow but light.

The days of Luoyang Palace passed unhurriedly, and when Emperor Zhende remembered that there were still a large number of people hanging in Luoyang Palace to dry, the catkins on the branches had already fallen.

It's the end of summer and the beginning of autumn.

At the beginning of autumn, when the autumn wind blew the first maple leaves on the red maple tree, Li Tai, the king of Wei, and Li Ke, the king of Wu, came from the pickaxe capital to pick them up and return to the palace.

It's just that without Emperor Joan of Arc, even if the old and young who came to pick up this palace, they didn't have the protection of the army. Only a limited number of Janissaries came with them.

The people of a large palace can't be delivered at all at once, and the number of guards is not enough at all. Later, after calculating, Li Tai and Li Ke decided to divide the people into two groups to escort back, and the king of Wei first escorted the first batch of candidates, that is, the concubines with high rank in the palace were already princesses and princes. Seventy percent of the guards are guarding here.

The second batch was escorted by Li Ke, only the concubines with low ranks, and all the girls in the Luoyang Palace who needed to accompany them back to Haojing who were not serving the high-ranking concubines and clan relatives. The number of people accounted for eighty percent of the team returning to Beijing, but the guards were only thirty percent.

But no one dared to dispute this. Li Ke took people in Luoyang Palace, waiting for Li Tai to leave on the third day of departure, but he never thought that he was just about to set off, and he encountered heavy rain.

Li Ke decided to stay in Luoyang and wait for the rain to pass before leaving. I never thought that this would stay for half a month, and the rain has not stopped. At this time, Luoyang City, a prosperous city as the vice capital of Tianzhou, and a century-old place of Kyoto, was soaked in rain for days.

Then I received news from Ho Jing that the prime minister Wen Yanbo, who stayed in Beijing to assist the prince, died of illness.

Heavy rain fell in the Central Plains, the Luoyang water that was still gurgling and clear in the original caused a flood, destroyed countless houses, the people of Luoyang City drowned more than 6,000 people reported to the government, the flood even overflowed into the Luoyang Palace, washed away the left door of the palace, including the Yuan Palace, the Feixiang Palace, and other 19 palaces and pavilions were soaked in water.

Wen Qingwu was also among the second batch of people who returned to Beijing, standing on the stairs of Xianyunju, watching that the water below had already flooded the stairs, and he could enter the palace with three fingers higher. The grove of large apricots that had grown at the bottom seemed to have grown out of the sea, and even the harmony under the glass in the house was no longer as clear as it used to be. Instead, it is mixed with mud and sand, and the koi fish and swimming fish raised in it have long since disappeared.

She stood in front of the palace gate, her sleeves rolled up, looking at the flood below. Even if it is like this in the Luoyang Palace, the common people don't know how difficult it is.

Wen Qingwu grew up with Emperor Chongzhen in his previous life, and he was his companion when he was a child, and he was a friend when he was older. Later, he won the champion in the imperial examination, and he was also regarded as the first champion of the Ming Dynasty to be born into the upper class of nobles. Cheng Ri followed Emperor Chongzhen, and encountered the court that was rotten to the roots, the parties were divided, and the people were not happy. If the state affairs are shaken slightly, the emperor will blame himself and issue countless edicts.

He has been by the emperor's side for a long time, and he is also very concerned about state affairs, especially those involving people's livelihood. The slightest natural disaster is anxious and painful. Wen Qingwu, who has experienced countless experiences, understands very well that it is helplessness and despair.

But he was by the emperor's side at that time, even if the people in the whole world were desperate, neither could he nor the emperor. Searching for life in desperation and struggling in despair. Until the end, he struggled and fell deeper and deeper, martyrdom for his family and country.

In the first year of Chongzhen, the whole Shaanxi sky was as red as blood, and there was a great drought. There is a severe drought in northern China, and there is no grass growing for thousands of miles on the red land.

Chongzhen three years, Gengwu, drought; Xin Wei Dry; There was a great drought in Renshen. There is no grass in the wild, and ten rooms are empty. …… There are no barking dogs in the village, and they are still knocking on the door of the conscription; The trees have cries, and they are sprinkled with the blood of the whip. Huang'ai Chidi, the countryside is a few people; White bones and green phosphorus, night after night like hearing ghosts crying. If you want the poor not to become thieves, you can't get it

Five years of great hunger. People cannibalize each other, the plants and trees are exhausted, and the soil rises together.

In the six years of drought, locusts in Shaanxi, Yaozhou and Chengcheng counties, more than half of the people died.

Seven years of autumn locusts and great famine. There are deaths on the way, and I don't know the number.

In September of the eighth year, there was a drought in Xixiang, and the sun was flooded, and the houses were all gone.

Nine years of drought locusts, ten years of autumn crops are completely gone, and eleven years of summer locusts cover the sky...... Thirteen years of drought...... Fourteen years of drought. The north and the south are both wild...... The dead abandon the child, and the river is blocked.

Since the emperor succeeded to the throne, Shaanxi has experienced severe drought every year, and many people have been displaced.

The people competed for the grass in the mountain, and after eating the grass, they peeled the bark and ate it, and after eating the bark, they could only eat the Guanyin soil, and finally died of bloating.

Recalling the ruined family and country in his previous life and the people who lived at that time, Wen Qingwu slowly clenched the fist on his side. In fact, he and the emperor have really, really worked hard. I work hard to give them a good country, an era of good weather and good life.

But neither he nor the emperor did it. It also made them suffer, but they lived in that era. If there is really a next life, Wen Qingwu thought, those who starved to death on the side of the road, those white bones and green phosphorus, and those babies who were discarded, they should be reborn in such a prosperous world.

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