Shengjing is the largest city in Kyushu.

Dajing has accumulated wealth for two hundred years, which can be seen in Shengjing City.

The smoke willow painting bridge, the wind curtain green curtain, the city column pearls, household Ying Luoqi. The closer you get to Miyagi, the more extravagant it is.

Ye Tianhuai looked at the grand scene in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the last time she sneaked out of the palace like this, she was not the Ninety-Five Supreme, but the fourth prince who no one cared about in the court. At that time, she had only one wish in her heart, that is, to grow up quickly, to become an adult early, so that she could ask her father for a fief, leave Shengjing with her mother, and go to a border town to live a free life.

Who would have imagined today?

The person who wants the throne has earned his whole life and has not been able to do so, and what he doesn't want is instead added to the yellow robe. It can be said that there is a intention to plant flowers that do not bloom, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows.

Fate is sometimes so ridiculous.

Ye Tianhuai was wearing an inconspicuous blue-gray cotton robe, shuttling among the crowd of carriages and horses. From time to time, she looked up at the roadside façade and attic, and watched the passers-by. Like a rural bun who entered the city for the first time, Ye Qianhuai saw a little novelty in everything, and he couldn't hold back his excitement in his heart.

That's her big picture.

This is the first time since she ascended the throne to see this land that belongs to her from such a perspective.

There are drinking men talking loudly in the roadside shops, children begging their mothers for snacks at the corner stalls, the smell of food wafting through the street outside the restaurant, and the faint sound of reading in the high-walled courtyard.

Ye Tianhuai looked at everything in front of him, and inexplicably felt a sense of relief and pride in his heart.

It's her big picture. The big view of Ha Qing Haiyan. Everything is in order, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and all industries are thriving.

With this sense of relief in her arms, Ye Qian walked and watched all the way, and after a while, she discovered a terrible truth.

She's lost.

Shengjing is divided into the upper city near Miyagi and the lower city far away from Miyagi, and the literary school she is going to this time is located at the junction of the upper and lower towns, and it passes through the upper city from the east gate. The roads in the upper part of the city were built horizontally and vertically, and most of them were avenues large enough for two carriages to go side by side, and the roads were easy to find, so she did not expect to fall into the dilemma of getting lost before leaving the palace.

Ye Qianhuai looked at the brick and stone path in front of him and the high walls of the houses on both sides, the path was empty, some of the bricks and stones paved had cracked, and a little greenery could be faintly seen between the cracks, which were weeds that could withstand the cold. It can be seen that the road has not been repaired for a long time.

This is where the upper and lower towns meet.

Ye Tianhuai looked up at the direction of the sun, the sun was already slanting to the west, and it would be dark in half an hour.

There was no one around, so she had to find a way to find someone to ask for directions. Ye Tianhuai looked around, and walked away quickly in a random direction.

After walking for a while, after three turns and two turns, Ye Qianhuai finally walked out of the path and entered a spacious alley.

However, the scene in this alley made Ye Qianhuai stop.

Between the towering courtyard walls, on the cold brick floor in winter, there were beggars in rags, sitting or falling, lifeless and unkempt, unable to distinguish between men and women, and unable to distinguish between life and death. The whole alley was filled with these people, and there was not even a place to stay.

Ye Qianhuai looked at the end of the alley, at the end of the alley is a street, you can vaguely see pedestrians, cars and horses coming and going, the sunset is obliquely shining at the mouth of the alley, gilding a layer of golden afterglow on the corner of the painted white wall, warm, but the warmth can't shine into this alley, can't shine on these beggars.

Ye Tianhuai settled down, tried to walk to a beggar nearby and squatted down, she saw that it was a woman, she leaned against the wall, leaning obliquely against a lying child next to her, her eyes were scattered, her lips were chapped, as if she was hanging a breath, there was only a tattered single coat on her body, which was already dirty, but her hand was still tightly holding the child next to her.

Ye Tianhuai asked tentatively: "This lady, do you know which direction to go to the literary school?" ”

The woman didn't respond, she didn't even lift her eyelids, as if one of her eyeballs had been frozen in the freezing wind.

Ye Qianhuai asked twice, but she still didn't respond, making Ye Qianhuai even wonder if she had frozen to death.

"It's rude." Ye Tianhuai raised his hand, wanting to see if she still had a snort.

At this moment, a small door in the alley was suddenly opened with a creak, and a subordinate pushed a small two-wheeled cart out of the small door.

The woman beside Ye Tianhuai suddenly came to life, and her thin body seemed to burst out with powerful power, like a hunting dog, she jumped up and pounced on the car.

Not only her, but the beggars in the entire alley came to life for a while, and threw themselves at the cart, as if they were dying too late.

The man threw the cart into the alley, looked at the beggars with disgust, and then retreated, and closed the door.

Ye Tianhuai was startled by the woman's sudden movements, and slowed down before standing up and walking towards the alley. As she passed by the cart, she looked inside, and saw that it was a wide-mouthed wooden barrel, full of leftovers, and the smell of wine and food in the air, and what seemed to be some meat.

The beggars were frantically grabbing food around the barrel, like wild dogs on the roadside. Ye Qianhuai saw a frozen red and black hand, grabbed a fish bone that was stuck to the fish flesh and put it into his mouth.

She suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

Ye Qianhuai ran out of the alley in three steps and two steps, and only when she ran to the entrance of the alley did she hold on to the wall and retch.

When she calmed down and raised her head, she saw the spacious Qianyuan Street, which was bustling with people, with the sound of shops selling, the sound of cars and horses, and the sound of pedestrians' conversations, and the air was filled with a faint smell of gouache, which smelled very good.

Ye Tianhuai looked up at the magnificent three-story building beside him, with three big characters inscribed on it - Baiweiju.

It turns out that this is the largest restaurant in Shengjing.

Ye Tianhuai looked outside the door of the restaurant, and saw an adult in a fur jacket stepping on the back of a domestic servant and getting off the carriage, and the little guy outside the door immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

Ye Qianhuai was bathed in the golden light of the remnant sun, and looked back at the alley, where the depths of the alley were hidden in darkness, and nothing could be seen. But she knew that there were many beggars on the verge of life and death, waiting at the back door of the restaurant every day, fighting with each other for a bite of the leftovers of these adults.

A trace of sadness crept up on Ye Tianhuai's face.

This is also her big picture. It's a big scene she doesn't know, a little-known side of the city, and a backlit side of a prosperous scene.

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road.

She was at the top of power, she was used to listening to the chapters of praise and virtue, and she was used to seeing the beautiful scenery of the prosperous and peaceful world, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, even if someone told her that there was a starvation on the middle road of Shengjing City, she would never believe it.

But now, she can't help but believe it.

Right under her nose, in Shengjing, there are still people who are hungry and clothed. And she, sitting on the throne high above, has done nothing with these people, and she doesn't even know that these people exist.

A sense of guilt accompanied by shock arose spontaneously in Ye Tianhuai's heart.

She looked south along Qianyuanzheng Street, and at the end of the rows of eaves, she saw a long vermilion wall.

It is the Dajing Literary School, the cradle of the world's scholars.