The heavy snow has been falling for several days, and the entire Jingshi Shuntianfu has already been white, and the snow flakes swaying and fluttering in the air are like dandelions, falling on this ancient imperial capital one by one, making this majestic and magnificent city put on a new layer of clothes.

The snow scene is beautiful.

It's really beautiful.

Especially sitting in the carriage, there is a copper stove in the car, and the charcoal fire is burning in the furnace, so that the whole carriage is warm like spring, in such an environment, and then lift the curtains in the carriage to look outside, it is even more interesting.

But for the people of the capital, such a snow scene is just like a reminder from Lord Yama, and every day there will be people who freeze to death in the city, which has become a norm, and no one will feel novel, nor will they feel that there is anything wrong.

It's normal for people to die in winter.

And outside the city gate of the south gate, it is a miserable scene, snow-capped, and endless.

Between heaven and earth, shacks made of broken wood and rotten linen can be seen everywhere, stretching with no end in sight, and under each shack are huddled the victims, how many are dead and how many are alive, no one knows.

A sumptuous carriage appeared, and several men in thick robes disembarked from it.

Such carriages, such a few people, seemed out of place in the surrounding environment, but they did not attract anyone's attention, and the eyes of the victims only looked at the side of the city gate, where there were several steaming cauldrons, and there was a wooden sign that read almsgiving.

This is their only hope of survival.

At this time, the porridge was not yet cooked, but many refugees were already lining up in front of a large cauldron with broken bowls.

After only looking around for half a circle, Xia Yuan suddenly took his gaze back, the snow was so big, he felt as if he was blinded by the wind and snow.

He had imagined what these displaced people would look like, and he had seen refugees on television in modern times, a haunting spectacle.

It was modern, and ancient times would only be more miserable, so he had thought of the refugees of the Ming Dynasty as extremely miserable, but when he came here and saw this scene with his own eyes, he found that his imagination was still a little pale, and these victims were so miserable that people couldn't bear to look at it.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit the people's cheeks hurt, Xia Yuan pointed to the victims in the shacks, and said to Zhu Houzhao, "You go and ask, go and ask these victims who will descend the dragon and eighteen palms, and who will beat the dog stick method." ”

“......”

Zhu Houzhao was just silent, the previous expectation and excitement on his face had long since disappeared, from the time he saw these victims, his expression was first shocked, then shocked, then puzzled, puzzled, and in the end, all expressions were gone, leaving only Mu Ran, or he didn't know what to do.

And hearing what Xia Yuan said, his Mu Ran's expression was a little more cramped, but Zhu Houzhao didn't mean to ask, he just unconsciously picked the brocade robe on his body with his fingers, and after a long time, he lowered his head and said, "I don't think it's better to ask......"

"Don't ask?"

"Hmm."

Zhu Hou responded, was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "Master, let's go back...."

He had never seen human suffering, but now that he saw these victims, he began to be overwhelmed, he knew that there were victims gathered outside the capital, and he even heard similar news every winter, but he never took it to heart.

The victims he imagined were the people, just like the people he saw every time he slipped out of the palace, but now Zhu Houzhao found out that the victims were like this.

He was so stunned by a scene that was completely different from his imagination that he was at a loss, and suddenly he didn't want to see these poor and miserable victims again, and he wanted to flee from this place.

Xia Yuan ignored him, but walked towards one of the shacks through the thick snow, there were three people curled up in this shack, a middle-aged woman with no face in her arms holding two children, the two children were one big and one young, a boy and a girl, the older one was a boy, ten years old, and the younger girl might be seven or eight years old.

The three men in this shack were probably the most pitiful of the people in the vicinity, and the others had a few thick bedding to keep out the cold, but they were only covered with straw mats, wrapped in thin linen clothes, and the only one was full of holes, filled not with cotton, but with straw.

The mother and daughter hugged each other and warmed each other by their body temperatures, but this quilt obviously could not resist the biting cold wind, and the exposed skin had already frozen into a blue purple, and the three of them were silent, maybe they were dead.

Xia Yuan walked over, silently took off his thick cotton clothes, and covered the mother and daughter on their bodies.

The woman opened her eyes tremblingly, her lips squirmed a few times as if she was saying something, Xia Yuan didn't hear clearly, and she couldn't read the lip language, and at this time, the victims of other shacks also crawled over on their knees and kowtowed to him repeatedly, "Langjun Gonghou Wandai, give us some clothes to keep out the cold..."

Xia Yuan's momentary kindness made these victims seem to see the light, and in the face of these people's requests, Xia Yuan didn't say anything, just took off the jacket and liner on his body and handed them over.

Zhu Houzhao, who lost his warm clothes and became very cold all of a sudden, suddenly walked over to this side at this time, taking off the fox fur cloak and brocade robe on his body as he walked, and when he got closer, he handed these clothes directly to the victims.

Immediately, Zhu Houzhao turned around and looked at the eunuchs and guards who came up, "Take off your clothes, take off all the robes on your bodies to the palace!" ”

Gu Dayong and several brocade guards didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly took off their cold robes and handed them to these victims.

One by one, the victims of the relief who received the clothes kowtowed to the ground, while more of the victims crawled towards this side on their knees.

Zhu Houzhao looked at this scene blankly, and in the wind and snow, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Seeing that more and more people gathered, Xia Yuan quietly pulled him out of the crowd, Zhu Houzhao suddenly had red eyes, and said emotionally: "My father is a faint king!" ”

"What?" Xia Yuan was stunned.

Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and repeated word by word: "I said that my father is a faint king. ”

He pointed to the shacks here and there, one by one, "There are so many victims, doesn't he, the emperor, care?" ”

Xia Yuan wanted to stay away from this guy and save himself from being affected, but after a moment of silence, he still stretched out his hand and pointed to a few cauldrons under the city gate building, "Who said that Your Majesty doesn't care, isn't the disaster relief porridge the imperial court relieving the victims?" ”

"Those porridges are useless, these victims don't even have clothes, they don't have houses, they will freeze to death if they continue like this."

Xia Yuan remembered the mother and daughter he had just seen, and said faintly: "... I've frozen to death a lot. ”

“......”

Zhu Houzhao was silent when he landed, he looked up at the snowflakes in the sky, and only felt like a fish in his throat.