The crown prince is fine, but the emperor is in trouble! This is the news that Huang Zhu brought back.

The emperor's health has never been very good, this is the news that has been circulating among the wealthy lords for a long time, especially over the years, with the growth of years, the emperor's body is not as good as one year, sometimes the Hou Shangchao is just sitting there and not talking, and even more than once, there are ministers in the court, is playing loudly, but finally heard the emperor's snoring. Over the years, if there was no important matter at the court meeting, the court was ordered to disperse early.

It was not until this time, listening to Huang Zhu talking about some things and rumors in the court, that Da Lang realized that it seemed that this world was very different from some of the news he had spied on, many people were still those people, but many people were not those people, just like the emperor, this emperor has been in power for more than 30 years, and the vague memory tells him that among the emperors of the late Tang Dynasty, there does not seem to have been more than 30 years in power.

But there are still many places that are the same, such as the Tang Dynasty of Wu Zhou, the Tang Dynasty of Wu Zhou, and Yang Yuhuan who rode the Hongchen Concubine with a smile, and the Anshi Rebellion and so on.

The emperor has not been in person for ten days, the current government is managed by the prince and the Ministry of Political Affairs, and the imperial doctor of the Imperial Physician Department has been left in the palace and is not allowed to go out, combined with these two points, the bigwigs in the court know that maybe the emperor's time is running out, if it weren't for the occasional emperor who summoned some important ministers into the palace alone to consult and consult the government, I am afraid that the message would have been around a long time ago.

It is the emperor's intention not to let the brocade-bellied snake enter Chang'an City. This made Da Lang a little puzzled.

The crown prince is in his thirties and has no heirs, this is something that the whole world knows, it is said that the heir is chosen, it is best to choose the heir and have an heir, but the general trend of this world is so strange, a dynasty, the more it is at the end, the fewer direct heirs (this can be checked, whether it is the Han or Tang, whether it is the Song or the Ming or Qing Dynasty, these are not short-lived dynasties, in the later period, they are basically side branches to become emperors, because the emperor has no descendants). So the prince is still the prince.

It stands to reason that the emperor should be happy and should very much hope to see such an ending, so that the emperor can rest assured that the prince will inherit the unification and can seal the world's mouths, so why not let himself enter Chang'an?

Da Lang actually doesn't care about this identity, for him, he, a citizen of the Tang Dynasty, is one of them, but at the same time, he doesn't seem to be a person from the Tang Dynasty, in Da Lang's body, there are always these two ideas intertwined with each other, this one has the upper hand for a while, and the one has the upper hand in a few days.

There is absolutely no objection to one thing, that is, he is a child of China, even if he is reincarnated thousands of years ago, it cannot be changed, and even Da Lang is sure that if he is reincarnated in some country that seems to exist on the other side of the ocean, he will still think that he is a child of China.

It's just confusing.

Of course, there is another point, if your identity can stand on a high starting point, can't you have no scruples and have a lot of conditions to do what you like? So I don't care, in fact, I still care a little bit about it, but I care about the convenience that my identity brings to him, not the power.

When will the brocade-bellied snake take Da Lang into the city, this is not something that Huang Zhu's circle can know, when will this Jinghou be waited, Da Lang is also bottomless, can it be said that it will not be done until the emperor dies and the crown prince succeeds to the throne?

If so, things are demonic.

"Do you know what is wrong with the emperor?" Da Lang asked very directly, not thinking about the fact that this emperor could be his elder at all, he just felt that not allowing himself to enter the city must be related to the emperor's poor health, if the emperor is in good health, I am afraid it will not be the case.

"Xiao Langjun, it's incompetent, I really can't hear it, that fat man, his father is the medicine officer of the Imperial Medical Department, in the past, he looked down on him at all, this time in order to let him speak, a certain promised to let Daddy find a way to exempt their merchant ship from the vehicle and vessel tax to Weinan, and this is only known about this. Huang Zhu was a little ashamed, how could he explain to Daddy this time?

But there is no regret, from the previous spurned by everyone to now a little raised eyebrows, how wonderful the change of this feeling is, the former dynasty of scholars like to take Wushi San, said that it can make people feel fluttering, mixed with inexhaustible strength, and winter is not afraid of cold, summer is not afraid of heat, now he himself has such a feeling, the wind of late autumn blows on his face, but like a spring breeze.

Forget it, it doesn't matter, it's all cheap elders anyway, and it doesn't matter if you're dead or alive. Da Lang touched his chin, and his heart could only wait.

"Stinky boy, you can't wait, you need to get into the city early. After eating in the evening, Huang Zhu taught himself more than a dozen words, and practiced a few tricks and gestures with the little girl, and when he washed up and returned to the room and lay on the Hu bed, the elusive old man's voice sounded in Da Lang's ears again.

"Of course it would be nice to be able to enter the city earlier, at least to enjoy the life of a royal child earlier, right?" Da Lang looked at the dark roof, he always felt that the old man was sitting on the beam, although the voice was in his ears.

"Then you still don't want to find a way to enter the city?" the old man was a little anxious for Da Lang.

"Hey, why should I think of a way? Are you anxious or not me? You are Yama, and it is not easy to find out the life and death of a person? It is not a secret to you that you have any illness and why your health is not good. "The more anxious the old man is, the more leisurely Da Lang is, and the more he has nothing to do with himself.

"Hey, that's the emperor of people, and it's not an ordinary person, from the day he became the emperor of people, life and death are not in our hands, and their names are not in the book of life and death. The old man was very angry and helpless, he was silent for a while, and just when Da Lang thought he was gone again, he spoke again, "Let's go, let's go, old man, I'll pull down this old face, go up and help you ask, you wait, with your kid's current ability, it is better to expect you to expect Sansheng Stone to bloom again." Remember, emphasize again, it wasn't the old man I made a mistake, it was King Qin Guang who made a mistake, and you have to settle accounts in the future, you go to him. ”

There was another cool breeze, and then there was no sound.

Who are you looking for? Who made you the head of the Ten Palaces? Da Lang smiled, can you take Yama and let him run errands for himself, I'm afraid that few people in this world can do it, right? But what does it have to do with Yama Lao'er whether he enters the city or not?

After waiting for a few more days, there was still no new news coming from Chang'an City, and the original iron guards who were sent back every day were still the limit of what they could hear, and they were still calm.

During this period, Huang Zhu went into the city twice, the first time there was no news, the second time he brought back a news, this year's autumn was suddenly postponed, and the fat man's father was also put home, and was no longer left in the palace and not allowed to go home.

Da Lang is not worried, someone is worried, these days, Zhongnan Mountain finally ushered in the first frost after autumn, the temperature has dropped suddenly, the sentry standing at the gate of the camp can not stand still as before, from time to time have to walk a few steps, rub hands, stomp feet to warm the lower body.

Da Lang has been looking forward to the frost for a long time, there are a lot of good things on the South Mountain that are delicious after the frost, a lot of wild fruits, when there is no frost, even if it is ripe, it is bitter and astringent in the mouth, only after being beaten by the frost, it will be very sweet.

In the past few days, Xiao Ash has been going out early and returning late every day, Guo Zhongda was surprised to see that Xiao Ash and Da Lang and the little girl were so close, there were a lot of small animals around the camp, but those small animals were caught by the soldiers, and they were also scratched, and they ran away when they saw people from a distance, and even many small animals could judge that a stone's throw was a safe distance.

Every time Xiao Ash will bring back a lot of fruit, he still treats Da Lang's arms as a warehouse, but when Da Lang takes out the fruit and puts it in the clay pot, the little guy even knows how to check whether the clay pot has been tampered with from time to time, and whether his own food is missing.

The little guy is a thief, and a pine seed will squeak for a long time. But when the big man or the little girl went to the clay pot to get the fruit to eat in front of him, the little guy seemed to be happy to stand next to him and comb his beard, or simply take a few in his own mouth and send them to the hands of the big man and the little girl.

There is a kind of wild fruit, that is in Huoyuan Village, every late autumn and early winter, it is the favorite of adults and children in Huoyuan Village, this is a kind of berry with brown skin, shaped like the "swastika" character of Buddhism, it is very sweet after frosting, and it is bitter and astringent without frosting, and the people of Huoyuan Village call it chicken feet, which is a snack that replaces caramel in every household.

Da Lang found out when he first visited the mountain, but he didn't expect to see it in Jungnan Mountain.

It's okay now, it's finally frosty, and after using it too early, Da Lang called the two guys the third son and the second sister, this is free labor, and they can carry a lot back.

The place where Da Lang found the chicken paws was not far from the camp, there were dozens of tall chicken paw trees, some of them were six or seven zhang high, this height was a piece of cake for Da Lang, and he threw the little girl and the three sons and two sisters under the tree, and he climbed the tree in three or two strokes, and picked it happily.

Xiao Ash also came to join in the fun, seeing that Da Lang took off the chicken paws and threw them directly under the tree, it was also a kind of example, climbed to the branches, and gnawed directly at the fruit stalks of the chicken paws, the speed was not as good as Da Lang's sigh, not a moment of work, a tree has not been picked, and the third son and the second sister under the tree have already filled a back basket.

"Bah~!It's you again, you're stealing citrus again!"