PS: I wrote this chapter from eight o'clock to twelve o'clock, which is a bit hard!

Above the sky, the sky was clear, and as time passed, the heat wave and dryness did not stop as the month gradually turned into autumn, and when the first group of hungry and numb victims appeared in the sight of the castle tower, the big stone that rested on people's hearts finally smashed over. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The rows of houses take the royal street as the central axis, stretching in all directions, pedestrians and merchants come and go, walking through the streets and alleys interspersed, the shouts of the merchants are often mixed with the roar of mules and horses next to the whip, the wheels of the wheels roll by, and the mule carts carry bags of grain into the grain store.

A bucket was lifted from the mouth of the well, but no sound of water was heard.

"Holy, oh my god. The man carrying the bucket looked at the bucket, which was only less than half of what it used to be, and even the water was muddy and smelled faintly muddy.

"It's nice to have water....."

"Yes, I heard my brother-in-law who guarded the door early this morning that now the outside of the city is full of disaster victims, and the four gates are closed. ”

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Arguments like this have been spread everywhere in the streets and alleys of Bianliang City, and all kinds of news are spreading like snowflakes. Among them, there are old people, women, and young people in their early teens and twenties, who quietly write down these messages, pass them on through some channel, and finally gather together, and are copied and archived by a group of people, and then copied and sent.

In the end, after more than ten turns, a note fell into the hands of a fat eunuch, who looked away and stayed for a while, then put it away and left in a hurry.

In the imperial garden, a tall and beautiful female official frowned slightly, glanced at the news on the note, quietly dragged the long veil, and went to the depths of the garden, in an inconspicuous small building.

"Father-in-law..... Recent news. ”

The female officer handed over the note and withdrew respectfully, not daring to stop.

"Little Guizi... Tong Guan.... Gee... Wang Hao, look at what you have done....."

A long robe with black and gold strokes swayed, stood up, took a step, and came to the window, where the paper was blackened, dried and turned into ashes, and sprinkled on the ground. A wisp of wind blew in, white as snow, gently raised, dancing with the wind.

"Hehe... And Cai Jing .... What should the Sprinkler family do with you....."

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Above the Golden Palace, the ministers were in turmoil, inspiring disputes.

The court was divided into two factions, with Wang Hao as the first group of ministers strongly advocating that the imperial court accumulate grain to prepare for the recovery of Yanyun, as for the disaster and the recovery of the lost land, it is a trivial matter, and once the disaster passes, the displaced people outside the city will naturally retreat, and there is no need to use the national grain to raise ant people.

On the other hand, they thought that Wang Hao's move was a move to bring disaster to the country and the people, and quoted Li Tang and Li Shimin's words, "The people can carry the boat or overturn the boat." If the disaster relief is not good, the people outside the city are likely to take risks and attack the city, which will affect Your Majesty's prestige.

Wang Hao snorted coldly, "Attacking the city? A bunch of unarmed people are just tens of millions of people in the world, and tens of thousands of people are dead." Compared with the Great Cause of the Northern Expedition, what is counted. ”

The two factions have their own reasons, Zhao Ji closed his eyes, opened his eyes slightly, and tightly squeezed a note in his palm, he stood up, looking at the ministers arguing below, quite a headache.

"I could be wrong. ”

Zhao Ji rubbed his head and said: "The great drought in the sky may be because I have spent too much labor and money in the past two years, and now the people in the southeast are boiling with grievances, and the victims are waiting to be fed, which makes me feel uneasy." ”

Cai Jing, who has been closing his eyes and recuperating at the top of the article, came out of class and said: "The old minister thinks that what His Majesty said is inappropriate, Your Majesty is the co-lord of the world, the king of the people, and he should enjoy the support of all the people, not to mention the strange stones, so Your Majesty... Don't blame yourself too much, just leave these little things to the courtiers below. ”

"Hmm...," Zhao Ji laughed and pointed at him, "There is a little truth in what you said, then you have to do this matter beautifully, don't make it difficult for me." ”

After speaking, Li Yan, who was standing on the side, flicked his sleeve robe, and said loudly, "Retreat!" Then he winked at Cai Jing, and followed the official family out of the side hall door.

As soon as Zhao Ji left, the ministers below poured out of the vertical arch hall in groups, at this time Wang Hao leaned over, walked to Cai Jing's side, looked at the cloud, and arched his hand: "Cai Xiangke has heard, drink water and don't forget to dig wells?"

"Hehe, Wang Shaozai doesn't have to play dumb riddles to the old man. The old god Cai Jing said: "The grace of the past, the old man can forget it, but you and Tong Shumi never forget to take Yanyun and be crowned king, this old man understands, but His Majesty may not understand." ”

Seeing Wang Hao's puzzled gaze, Cai Jing stroked his beard and said as he walked: "Now in the face of the catastrophe, there is not enough food, how can you come to the Northern Expedition.....?

He listened to his footsteps, his eyes wandered to the palace, and said softly: "Besides, there is a force around Your Majesty that you and I can't see, the old man asked Li Yan about the traitorous eunuch, but this person is in front of a lot of money, but he doesn't mention it, it's better to be careful." ”

After speaking, he left Wang Huang and went alone.

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Now the rich as Bianliang is becoming more and more chaotic, more and more people outside the city have come one after another, in addition to the four-door confinement, the road began to set up card checks everywhere, isolating the foreign refugees, but around this, tens of thousands of hungry people are also a very large number, that pair of pitiful but hungry eyes, as if they can eat people.

Perhaps, it did eat a lot.

Outside Gyeonggi, there are many victims of the disaster, and there seems to be a tendency to surround Bianliang. The land was unreclaimed and crowded, everyone had numbness and yellowness on their faces, their cheeks were thin and sunken, their clothes were tattered, not even a single piece of cloth was there, their eyes were dead and silent, and they looked into the distance without any radiance.

From time to time in the procession, someone walked and fell down, and could not get up again, and after a while, he was dragged and disappeared in the same place, a blood, the crowd licked their lips and crowded over, squeezing each other, a gray-haired old man, burying his head and slowly dragging a woman who seemed to be restless through the walk, and the frightened look stayed on her face.

"They... They... What are you doing..."

The old man grabbed her wrist stiffly, "Don't look, don't look, they're playing." ”

"But.... Hearing... The sound of eating... Grandfather.... I'm so hungry too...."

As the woman spoke, she took two more steps, and suddenly someone in front of her shouted, 'Put the porridge'. The crowd was excited, and in an instant it moved like a torrent, crowding towards the front, and in the pushing, the woman screamed 'ah', and a red cloth shoe was knocked out and fell to the ground, and countless pairs of feet stepped on.

"My shoes...," the woman called back, trying to pick them up.

The old man's short body struggled to block the rushing crowd, and he shouted hoarsely, "Hurry up! ”

"But...."

The woman reluctantly turned back again and again, and suddenly broke free of the old man's hand, rushed towards the flow of people, and shouted heartily: "But.... It was bought with the money of the prime minister.... Can't afford to lose ..... The duckling has been lost..... I can't wait for the ......."

Despite trampling and crowding, I finally found it in one place.

The old man scrambled over, and saw her squatting on the ground, trembling, but clinging to the shoe, which was no longer the color of the eye, and kept repeating a sentence.

"The prime minister left the ..... for the blessings Can't afford to lose ..... Xianggong left me .... You can't throw it away. ”

The old man walked over and hugged her head, his eyes were wet and red, "Silly girl.... You're really a silly girl. ”

After a long time, the old man picked up the woman and said firmly, "Let's go find him, go find him and come back." ”

The old man trembled as he clutched the pitch-black token in his hand.