"Brother Liang, you're here." Wang Qiang barely stood up with the help of the little guy and sat on the small pillow.

Lu Liang looked at Wang Qiang, who was pale, and felt very uncomfortable: "What's wrong?" Is it sick? ”

Wang Qiang pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "My younger brother's body is useless, and he encounters some bad news and heart failure, it is not a serious illness, and Brother Liang doesn't have to worry." ”

Lu Liang even guessed and asked, "Is it because you are not in good health, and then you are sick again?" What kind of illness is it, tell me if I can help find a cure. ”

Wang Qiang shook his head, leaned on the small pillow weakly and closed his eyes.

"Alas, it's not that I'm sick, it's that I just learned some bad news, Brother Qiang's body is already thin, and now he fell ill directly." Wang Zhuang's voice came from outside the door, and his voice was also full of tiredness and sadness.

Lu Liang looked back at the door, and it was Wang Zhuang and Jia Biao, who lived in Yaohua Palace, who came in, and both of them also looked like they were withered.

"What's the matter, why are you all like this?"

Although these three people in Yaohua Palace usually have nothing to do, they also like to chew their tongues and occasionally say a few words of yin and yang, but they are also very good to Lu Liang, so seeing that the three of them are like this, Lu Liang is still a little uncomfortable.

Wang Zhuang and Jia Biaolian moved slightly, walked over and sat on the brocade stool next to the bed, Wang Zhuang sighed and said, "You may have heard of it, the three of us brothers entered the palace together. ”

Lu Liang also pulled a stool and sat down and nodded.

"But in fact, we are not only in the palace together but also from the same village, we are all from Wangji Village outside Beiyuan."

"Wangji Village?"

"Well, we are also a well-known nest of beautiful men in ten miles and eight towns, and in recent decades, there have been several Lang Qi who have entered the palace, and there was once a man who was promoted to the position of Shulang, but..."

Listening to Wang Zhuang's voice gradually crying, Lu Liang was also silent for a while, and asked softly, "It's just what's wrong?" ”

Jia Biao on the side saw that Wang Zhuang was a little crying, sighed and took over: "It's just that there will be no Wangji Village in the future, our village was taken by people a few days ago. He was silenced. ”

Lu Liang asked in disbelief, "Extinguish your mouth?" Just near Kyoto? ”

Jia Biao patted Wang Zhuang's back, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Lu Liang knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly apologized and changed the question: "Is the murderer found out about such a big matter?" ”

Jia Biao smiled miserably: "How can anyone check, the government went around, turned over the ground, made a show and left." Now that the officials are busy protecting the nobles from being killed by the Assassins, no one will take care of a village that has been wiped out. ”

"Let's talk about that, let's talk about something else." Wang Zhuang sucked his crying nose, wiped his tears and said, "Where is Lu Cailang from, how did he enter the palace?" ”

"I'm just like you, I'm also from the countryside and village, and my family can't get by, so they sold me"

When Wang Zhuang heard Lu Liang's words, he sniffled and stubbornly argued: "Our Wangji Village is not a small village in the countryside, the place is big, and the town will be built in a few years, and it is a town." ”

I don't know if it's human instinct, when I'm sad and helpless, I always can't help but think of my home, Wang Zhuang just finished his mouth and said a little low: "The three of us brothers were also sold to Yazi a few years ago, and they were sent to the draft by Yazi, because of their appearance, they were taken into the palace. ”

Lu Liang asked a little puzzled: "Isn't your village near the imperial capital, why do you have to sell your sons and daughters?" ”

"Our town, not the village," Wang Zhuang corrected again, saying: "Because if we don't sell it, we will all starve to death, sell us, and my mother, father and sister can still get some money, maybe we can live." ”

Lu Liang remembered the bold words he heard when he first slept with Ling Taiwei, and asked suspiciously, "Didn't you say that now the warehouse is solid and the people are happy?" ”

Jia Biao on the side said with some resentment: "Your Majesty has just ascended the throne, this is indeed the case, God has a good year of eating, and a lot of grain in the field can be beaten down every year, and the diligent people can still save some money." But since Kang Guo and Rong Di were in turmoil, His Majesty was so strong, and after he ordered the war, life has become more and more difficult day by day, and he finally planted some food, and basically requisitioned it away to be used as military food. Even the villages near our imperial capital have to sell their children to survive, and the situation in other places can be imagined. ”

Hearing Jia Biao's dissatisfaction and complaints against the empress, Wang Zhuang immediately retorted: "Brother Jia can't say that, but it was difficult during that time. If Your Majesty doesn't fight back, you may not know what the result will be when the barbarians come over. What's more, His Majesty personally defeated the barbarians, and General Chen Shuanglan's Dingxiang army also repelled Kang Guo in the south, and it is said that hundreds of carts of booty were brought back. My mother also wrote to me some time ago, saying that she had also received two spirit stones, and in addition to this, the grain tax and the spiritual energy tax had been reduced a lot, and they had redeemed some of the land they had withdrawn. ”

At the mention of his mother, Wang Zhuang's voice became lower and lower, and finally hung his head in disappointment.

The pessimist Jia Biao once again became sad: "Alas.... Even if you survive, the money is getting less and less every day, and the next few days will be even more difficult. Thinking about it this way, perhaps for my father and mother, leaving is also a relief, and I can finally say goodbye to this suffering world. ”

Wang Qiang, who was leaning on the bed between several conversations, also coughed a few times, and the handkerchief covering his mouth also revealed blood.

Lu Liang and the others were a little flustered, and Lu Liang hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay, have you taken the medicine?" ”

Wang Qiang shook his head and said, "Those medicines are useless, I know that my disease can't be cured." Don't talk about illness, just talk about what I look like on a good day. ”

Wang Qiang's body is too weak now, Lu Liang and a few people chatted with him, seeing that he really couldn't cheer up, so he could only say goodbye and leave, and let Wang Qiang continue to rest in bed.

After coming out of Yaohua Palace, Lu Liang didn't have the joy he had when he came, and he was not in the mood to go to other harem langqi to promote soap, so he took Xiaoquanzi on the way back to Liangren Palace.

Speaking of which, it had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't help much.

After all, he doesn't know how to bring the dead back to life, and he doesn't have any advanced detective skills.

But looking at the sad appearance of the three of them made him very uncomfortable, because in the impression of this body, when he first entered the harem, many people disliked him for being ugly, and when he encountered him on the road, he either avoided it far away or pretended not to see it.

Only Wang Qiang, Wang Zhuang and Jia Biao will talk to him, and occasionally go to his small courtyard to chat with him, and then get acquainted with him, and take him to participate in other harem langqi's tea parties, and take the initiative to help him integrate into these small circles, so as not to be isolated.

As he walked, Lu Liang suddenly remembered a purse hidden by the original owner in the depths of the cabinet, which was a gift from Wang Zhuang, who had a vicious mouth and liked yin and yang.

It is also the first gift received by the original owner since entering the palace.

"**, count what Lao Tzu owes you. Xiaoquanzi, come with me, let's go to Huang Guilang. ”