Father and daughter packed up their things, then went to Mount Emei, halfway to hear that the top of Mount Emei accidentally drifted snow, if said because of the high mountain, the snow in April is still a wonder, June and July snow is indeed a bit abnormal.

"There have been a lot of strange things this year." Qing Mozheng sighed casually, marching and fighting, and his understanding of astronomy and geography is not to be said, and this kind of climate is not normal in the final analysis.

"Today's saint is a Ming monarch, and it stands to reason that Da Li shouldn't be so calamitous and tribulated!"

Qingluo listened on the side, his father knew much more than himself, and he wanted to teach him all the things he had been doing in the military camp for decades, so he listened carefully, and he would be able to live up to his father's expectations in the future.

"Luo'er." Father Qing suddenly turned upright, looked at Qing Luo and said, "Although it is said that it is not appropriate to arrange the monarch for the courtiers, there are some things that the father still has to say to you." ”

"Although the saints today say that they are benevolent, they are too kind. Although Da Li is now in a prosperous era, it is naturally a good thing for the saint to have such a temperament, if it is in an ordinary family. But being born in the emperor's family has become a sin......"

Qingluo bowed, what his father said was right, whether it is the current saint or the mother of the current saint, the softness in the temperament is in the family affection, and it is this softness that allows some people with a heart to get an opportunity.

Admittedly, there is nothing wrong with their feelings, and it is those who are wrong with bad intentions. But when society is like this, the black becomes white, and the white becomes black.

If it weren't for the fact that today's saint finally sat on this high position with the strength of himself and the people around him, who would ask for justice with these bitter people and talk to others?

"The same is true of the saint's education of his children, and there are few courtiers under his command who are resolute and resolute in their work." Qing Mozheng is still talking, and he has grown up with Emperor Li Jing over the years.

Although there is no blood relationship, whether it is friendship, or the identity of the former queen Qing Chuyun is the father and sister of Qing Mozheng, the two are actually the same brothers.

Qing Mozheng held on to this courtesy, but Li Jing didn't care so much, but hoped to be closer to the Qing family.

"Although this is the happiness of the people, it is also the sorrow of the people."

"Why does Daddy say it's the sorrow of the people?"

Qing Mozheng casually fed the horse some forage and sighed: "The saint is merciful, and those who have a heart can resurrect the ashes, and when the war resumes, where is not the sorrow of the people?" ”

It's like this, Qingluo no longer speaks.

"If you can, my father hopes that you will not use this ability for the rest of your life."

"When I was young, I felt that I was heroic when I rode a horse during the triumph, and I wanted to see the flag flying high, and thousands of empty alleys came to greet ......" Qingmo Zheng stroked the horse's back, "Even if the war is won, what if it is won?" ”

"The familiar brother died on the battlefield, and I don't know whose young man is gone."

What Qing Mozheng said is all the sorrow of the Qing family for the war in the past few decades, or several generations of the Qing family. Even if the horse leather shroud, even if the glorious lintel, how can you exchange it for the years on the battlefield, how can you exchange it for the white bones on the battlefield?

"Daddy, since war is not beneficial to the people, why do you want to provoke war, why don't you develop your own home and country?" Qingluo asked about the surrounding small countries, "I heard that those small countries in the southwest have rice crops three times a year, why do you still want to come to attack me?" ”

"Luo'er, people, are greedy."

"Some are greedy for food, some are greedy for money......"

Listening to his father, Qingluo always felt that the first sentence was making fun of himself. Sure enough, when he looked up, his father had a smile on his lips.

"There is nothing wrong with being greedy, as long as you do the right thing." Qing Mozheng looked at his daughter and said, "But how many people really know what is good and what is evil?" ”

"Even if it is black and white, how many people can choose the right path that is bright and bright, but it is even more difficult to walk up?"