PS: I wrote this chapter from eight o'clock to twelve o'clock, which is a bit hard!

Above the sky, the sky was clear, and as time passed, the heat wave and dryness did not stop as the month gradually turned into autumn, and when the first group of hungry and numb victims appeared in the sight of the castle tower, the big stone that rested on people's hearts finally smashed over.

"Xiao Guizi Tong Guan, tsk Wang Huang, look what you have done"

A long robe with black and gold strokes swayed, stood up, took a step, and came to the window, where the paper was blackened, dried and turned into ashes, and sprinkled on the ground. A wisp of wind blew in, white as snow, gently raised, dancing with the wind.

"Hehe, and Cai Jingsa's family, what should I do with you?"

Above the Golden Palace, the ministers were in turmoil, inspiring disputes.

The court was divided into two factions, with Wang Hao as the first group of ministers strongly advocating that the imperial court accumulate grain to prepare for the recovery of Yanyun, as for the disaster and the recovery of the lost land, it is a trivial matter, and once the disaster passes, the displaced people outside the city will naturally retreat, and there is no need to use the national grain to raise ant people.

On the other hand, they thought that Wang Hao's move was a move to bring disaster to the country and the people, and quoted Li Tang and Li Shimin's words, "The people can carry the boat or overturn the boat." If the disaster relief is not good, the people outside the city are likely to take risks and attack the city, which will affect Your Majesty's prestige.

Wang Hao snorted coldly, "Attacking the city? A bunch of unarmed people are just tens of millions, tens of thousands of people in the world, and if they die, they will die. Compared with the Great Cause of the Northern Expedition, what is counted. ”

The two factions have their own reasons, Zhao Ji closed his eyes, opened his eyes slightly, and tightly squeezed a note in his palm, he stood up, looking at the ministers arguing below, quite a headache.

"I could be wrong."

Zhao Ji rubbed his head and said: "There is a great drought in the sky, maybe it is because I have spent the people in the past two years, and I have taken too many flowers and stones. Take!

Cai Jing, who has been closing his eyes and recuperating at the top of the article, came out of class and said: "The old minister thinks that what His Majesty said is inappropriate, Your Majesty is the co-lord of the world, the king of the people, and should enjoy the support of all the people, not to mention the strange stones, so Your Majesty doesn't have to blame yourself too much, just leave these little things to the courtiers below." ”

"Hmm" Zhao Ji laughed and pointed at him, "There is a little truth in what you said, then you have to do this matter beautifully, don't make it difficult for me." ”

After speaking, with a flick of his sleeve robe, Li Yan, who was standing on the side, shouted loudly, "Retreat!" Then he winked at Cai Jing, and followed the official out of the side hall door.

As soon as Zhao Ji left, the ministers below poured out of the vertical arch hall in groups, and at this time, Wang Hao leaned over, walked to Cai Jing's side, looked at the cloud, and arched his hand: "Cai Xiangke has heard, drink water and don't forget to dig wells?" ”

"Hehe, Wang Shaozai doesn't have to play dumb riddles to the old man." The old god Cai Jing said: "The grace of the past, the old man can forget it, but you and Tong Shumi never forget to take Yanyun and be crowned king, this old man understands, but Your Majesty may not understand." ”

Seeing Wang Hao's puzzled gaze, Cai Jing stroked his beard and said as he walked: "Now in the face of the catastrophe, there is not enough food, why did you come to the Northern Expedition?" Furthermore"

He listened to his footsteps, his eyes wandered to the palace, and said softly: "Besides, there is a force around Your Majesty that you and I can't see, the old man asked Li Yan about the traitorous eunuch, but this person is in front of a lot of money, but he doesn't mention it, it's better to be careful." ”

After speaking, he left Wang Huang and went alone.

Now the rich as Bianliang is becoming more and more chaotic, more and more people outside the city have come one after another, in addition to the four-door confinement, the road began to set up card checks everywhere, isolating the foreign refugees, but around this, tens of thousands of hungry people are also a very large number, that pair of pitiful but hungry eyes, as if they can eat people.

Perhaps, it did eat a lot.

Outside Gyeonggi, there are many victims of the disaster, and there seems to be a tendency to surround Bianliang. The land was unreclaimed and crowded, everyone had numbness and yellowness on their faces, their cheeks were thin and sunken, their clothes were tattered, not even a single piece of cloth was there, their eyes were dead and silent, and they looked into the distance without any radiance.

From time to time in the procession, someone walked and fell down, and could not get up again, and after a while, he was dragged and disappeared in the same place, a blood, the crowd licked their lips and crowded over, squeezing each other, a gray-haired old man, burying his head and slowly dragging a woman who seemed to be restless through the walk, and the frightened look stayed on her face.

"What are they doing"

The old man grabbed her wrist stiffly, "Don't look, don't look, they're playing." ”

"I can hear the sound of eating, grandpa, I'm so hungry."

As the woman spoke, she took two more steps, and suddenly someone in front of her shouted, 'Put the porridge'. The crowd was excited, and in an instant it moved like a torrent, crowding towards the front, and in the pushing, the woman screamed 'ah', and a red cloth shoe was knocked out and fell to the ground, and countless pairs of feet stepped on.

"My shoes" the woman called back, trying to pick them up.

The old man's short body struggled to block the rushing crowd, and he shouted hoarsely: "Hurry up!" Don't pick it up. ”

"But"

The woman reluctantly turned around again and again, and suddenly broke away from the old man's hand, rushed towards the flow of people, and shouted heartily: "But it was bought with Xianggong's money, and I can't lose the duckling, and I can't wait for Xianggong."

Despite trampling and crowding, I finally found it in one place.

The old man scrambled over, and saw her squatting on the ground, trembling, but clinging to the shoe, which was no longer the color of the eye, and kept repeating a sentence.

"I can't lose what my husband left to cherish my blessings."

The old man walked over and hugged her head, his eyes were wet and red, "Silly girl, you are really a silly girl." ”

After a long time, the old man picked up the woman and said firmly, "Let's go find him, go find him and come back." ”

The old man trembled as he clutched the pitch-black token in his hand.