In the early morning, a person walked quietly in the imperial garden, walked through the flowerbeds of thousands of purples and reds, walked to the green grass of the new leaves, walked through the bamboo forest that had just pulled out the fine fangs, walked through the old stone path covered with new moss, and walked and walked to a black locust tree full of snow-colored flowers.

Under the sunlight, the thick petals of the black locust flowers are particularly soft and lovely, and the breeze blows, clumps and clusters of clumps and sways in the wind, like living children playing and playing.

For some reason, when I saw them, I couldn't help but think of the newly planted wisteria trees in front of the courtyard of my mansion, the wisteria trees, and the people of Danxue Mountain. Pinching my fingers and counting the days, it has been almost a month since I left, and I don't know how the people on the mountain have been doing in this month, whether they miss me, whether they miss me in particular. There is also the old fox of tourmaline, when he left, he had to hand over Danxue Mountain to him to take care of, and I don't know how he took care of it, whether he lost his temper and shouted to go home at every turn. There is also Tang Tang, where has his relationship with tourmaline progressed now, and has he decided when to return to Qingqiu with tourmaline. And Fusang, this girl is too honest, during the days when I was not in Danxue Mountain, did the old fox of Tourmaline bully him. There is also Yuqing Xianjun, on the day he left Danxue Mountain, he didn't come to send off the god of Ben, it's too uninteresting, and when he finds the beast of chaos and returns to Danxue Mountain, the god has to go to the sky to find him trouble, forcing him to hand over some treasures to comfort and comfort the god of Ben's forgotten wounded heart.

After a warm breeze, I felt some dew-stained white black locust withering on my shoulder, and I turned my head and reached out to hit the petals on my shoulder, and hit and hit, hit and hit, hit and hit my chest, and hit my skirt after hitting my chest.

"Concubine Yao. ”

The luck is not right, the voice of the regent appeared behind me, I was shocked, and when I looked back, not far away, Burong Xiao walked over with a face exactly the same as Xuan Chi.

"Uncle Huang. ”

I brushed my hair and studied the person in front of me, the same eyebrows, the same smile, and even the same voice, why wasn't this person him?

If I have the opportunity now, I really want to rush back to the West Sea to have a look, verify and verify, and see if this person in front of me is Xuanchi? If not, then who is he, who made him, and threw him here to play tricks on the gods.

Burong Xiao approached under the black locust tree and stopped, "It's been a while since you entered the palace, are you still used to living in the palace?" He didn't go any further, in the breeze, the light blue clothes swayed slightly in the wind, and the water-patterned edges rubbed lightly on the green leaves, raising a trace of ripples.

I replied to him: "Thank you Uncle Huang for your concern, Yaolian feels the same as living at home when she lives here, there is nothing unaccustomed." ”

He looked up at the black locust flowers blooming on the black locust tree above his head, and suddenly, he reached out and picked a bunch and put it on the palm of his hand, "Concubine Yao, what do you think of this flower?"

"Beautiful! pure as snow, unblemished, holy, and clean. "I didn't hesitate to give compliments.

"Really?"

The corners of his lips flashed with an unpredictable smile, and his palms were slightly pressed together until the bones on the back of his hands were protruding and the green tendons were exposed.

"Beautiful!"

Although I was puzzled by his sudden perverted behavior, I still said the answer from the bottom of my heart with the faint fragrance of flowers in front of my nose.

"Beautiful?"

Hearing this, he was slightly surprised on his face, but he quickly disappeared without a trace. Fingers lightly stroked the petals that had been kneaded into a ball, and rolled them carefully, "The petals have been kneaded to this Cheng dù, this kind of flower without the breath of life, where else can it be called beautiful?"

"Smelly!"

I don't know what the purpose of his coming here is, but seeing the flowers that bloom and are fragrant at the end of the year being picked and kneaded like this by him, I feel sorry for these flowers in my heart, "Before it was rubbed by the imperial uncle, it was beautiful because it had a beautiful posture and strong fragrance at that time." At this moment, it was kneaded into a ball of flower mud by the imperial uncle, but the white was still white, not polluted by any color, and the fragrance of the flowers was also rubbed to become more fragrant. ”

He didn't seem to expect me to say such a bunch of words to refute him, his eyes were slightly surprised, and after a while, he lowered his head and said, "Concubine Yao is really a person who cherishes flowers."

Ben Shangshen smiled slightly, and shook the phoenix feather fan in his hand gently, not denying or affirming, so he silently accepted his praise.

"I don't know how much Concubine Yao knows about the national conditions of the Zhou Kingdom?" The topic suddenly changed, and the corners of his lips pursed slightly to ask this question.

Sure enough, the person who came was not good, holding a bunch of flowers in his hand and saying for so long, he asked if it was fragrant, and praised me for being a person who cherished flowers.

Although I don't know much about the national conditions of Zhou Guo, but in order to avoid arousing his suspicion, I have to pretend that I know him well, so I nodded to him in a deep voice, and said with a very strict appearance: "Last year's drought, Zhou Guo can be said to be innumerable, and he relies on men to go out to work to support his family all year round. And this year is even more internal and external troubles, yesterday Bu Yao accidentally heard the officials of the DPRK and the emperor discuss, saying that now there are often enemy troops on the border of Zhou State, I am afraid that the war will start soon. ”

He looked worried, "Then do you know that last year's drought, in fact, the silver of the man's work was not able to feed the family at all, many people have been picking wild vegetables since last year, and even some of the people in the saline-alkali area have had to take other measures because of the lack of weeds, and they have to start eating stones or Yizi?"

What he said was very shocking and unexpected, I have seen everything after so many lives, but this Yi Zi and food have never imagined.

I asked him, "Since Uncle Huang is well aware of the people's suffering, why don't you open a warehouse and release grain to save the people from the dire situation?"

"Open a warehouse to release grain?" He shook his head with a bitter smile: "If you open a warehouse to release grain now, then the soldiers who are far away at the border and the soldiers who are on the march, their food and clothing will become the next problem." ”

"But now solve a problem is a problem, if you don't give an order to open a warehouse and release grain, the food and clothing of the people of Zhou is also a problem, those soldiers who are working hard for Zhou at the border, what they want to keep is only their own home, to keep the family from starving, but now their family food and clothing problems you can't help solve, how can those soldiers give their lives to this country, for this country to go to the soup?"

He said abruptly: "I have already ordered the opening of the warehouse to release grain." It's just that the temporary problem of food and clothing for the people can be solved at the moment, but it can't solve the safety problem of the entire Zhou country. You know that there was a great drought last year, and this year's spring ploughing has not yet begun, and if the warehouse is opened to release grain, the food and clothing of the soldiers who are passing through the border and fighting outside will become a problem again. However, if we do not release grain, the people will not be able to meet the problem of food and clothing, and this year's conscription will become a difficult problem. ”

"Then what is Uncle Huang going to do next?"

Blowing down the kneaded string of non-flower-shaped black locust flowers in the wind, he turned around and walked slowly towards the end of the imperial garden, under the sun, a light blue was particularly dazzling, "Take a step, count as a step." The casualties were reduced, and the Zhou State could still be held. ”

In the distance, I listened to his ethereal voice coming from the other end.