Chapter 27: The East Suburbs, Crying all the way

It's not that she wants to die, but she's forced.

When the parents at home saw that Li Wei was granted the right to be a high sacrificial sacrifice, they were anxious and could not help but say something regardless of importance.

She herself woke up a little, and was ashamed and regretful. Today, she was forced by her parents. She was a big sacrifice and was still a land sacrifice. Although she was just a good example, the prince had to go to the fields to farm. This should not be careless. Although the drought is severe and the weather is warm, isn’t the prince not in good health? She needs to take care of her.

She was not stupid, but was mistakenly misleading by Helan Minzhi. She was afraid that Li Wei would not meet her, so she rushed to embroider the poem in hopes of resolving Li Wei's resentment. Unexpectedly, she was subject to more shame and insults when she came.

Originally, they looked good and had a good family background. They were well-educated and well-mannered, and could also be good at embroidering their lives. If they had not booked this marriage, it turned out that many wealthy families came to ask for marriage in the capital. They were somewhat arrogant.

At this moment, I really wanted to die.

Li Wei was frightened and rushed up all of a sudden, snatching the sword. Even so, the tip of the sword pierced Yang Min's body and also cut Li Wei's palm. By chance, Li Wei's blocking made the stabbed part turn into the shoulder.

Bier hurriedly shouted: "Call the imperial doctor here."

Seeing Li Wei carrying Yang Min to the bed, Yang Min also trembled and complained: "Miss Yang Family, how did you treat the prince before? I have no right to ask about it. But the prince is about to go to the eastern suburbs to conduct sacrificial sacrifices. If you have made a mistake, where will the prince be placed?"

Li Wei ignored her thoughts and tore her skirt apart with a "wavy" sound, revealing her white shoulders, covering the wound with a silk squid, while looking at Bier, thinking to himself that this is my good wife and concubine.

Yang Min just shivered and didn't say anything.

The imperial doctor walked in and looked at the injuries of the two people. The gossip fire was burning in his heart, but he knew that he could not ask. Without him speaking, Li Wei had already instructed: "Do not leak what happened today."

"I know," he said after answering, bandaging the wounds for the two of them. Yang Min's move was very dangerous, but he saved it in time and the wound was not deep. On the contrary, because of his eagerness, Li Wei grabbed the blade with his fingers, but cut it very deep.

After bandaging, the imperial doctor walked out.

Li Wei sat down and said, "In the past, Yan Zi was trying to persuade his husband to be a private advice. His grandmother was a fair robe for Zheng State, which was a good advice. People are not sages, and they are capable of being without faults. Besides, sages also make mistakes. Just like Bier, he has advised orphans many times. But that is for the sake of the good of orphans. But if a husband is indifferent when his wife is insulted by others, what does it feel like to be a wife? When the husband is insulted by others, his wife is insulted by others, and even humiliates and belittles him with others, how do you feel like to be a husband?"

"I, I..."

"I used to think that you were young and tolerated you very much, but this tolerance always ended." This sentence may not be true, but Li Hong really likes Yang Min very much and tolerates her. He said meaningfully: "If you want to get, you have to give whatever you want. If you want to get a person's heart, you have to give your own heart. It is not said in words, nor is it said in poetry. The bright moon is born on the sea, and the world is sharing this time. The lover complains about the distance night, and he still misses his lovesickness in the evening.

The candle is filled with pity, and the dew is filled with clothes. I can't bear to give it to you. I'm still sleeping and dreaming of a good time. Is the love and friendship strong? The sad parting of Nanpu, the west wind is swaying in autumn. When you see the heart breaks, don't look back. Is the love and friendship deep? Is it affectionate but always ruthless, but I feel that I can't laugh in front of the bottle. Is the candle farewell to you until dawn? Is it sad and sad? If you can write it out, you may not have this feeling. This is something to be maintained with your heart. As long as your heart does, you can see it. Do you understand it?"

I was a little anxious and was about to go out, so I had to go to Xiande Hall to prepare.

But Yang Min said something, which almost made him fall, and said, "Your Highness, can you repeat the three poems just now? I haven't heard them clearly yet."

"Shan, don't stop poetry. In short, just treat you as much as you want to treat yourself. You can do this again. If the queen of the mother hears it, she will definitely not like it."

This mother is extremely strong and fights for it if she can't get it. She has never stabbed anything in her chest.

"Also, Gu hates crying, making trouble and hanging himself." After saying that, he was about to leave.

It seems that he is right, but Yang Min does not have the crying, making a fuss and hanging himself. Can his tone of speaking slow down? I'm afraid he won't meet Yang Min until now.

But this training was quite effective.

Yang Min whispered: "In the future, I will treat Your Highness with all my heart. Your Highness tells me to do whatever I want."

Li Wei couldn't help but sweat and fainted. I mean, I told you to think about it carefully, not to train you to be a female slave. But if she really can do it, it would be...or in the future...

But when I thought of Xu Yanbo, I felt suspicious again.

So the voice softened again and said, "I'm injured, rest for a while before going back. I have a good job and can't accompany you."

"Yeah," nodded very well.

Lead all civil and military officials out of the East Palace, to the Tai Chi Hall, and ride on the ploughing root chariot.

Then he officially left the palace.

The streets were surrounded by people, but unfortunately, Li Wei was in the imperial carriage, but the people could not see it.

Looking at the Huangshapu Road, Li Wei suddenly said, "Stop."

The imperial driver immediately held the horse back, and Li Wei walked down the imperial carriage and touched the thickness of the yellow sand with his hands.

Dai Zhide walked over and explained: "Although the yellow sand is a little thinner, you have probably heard of some of the situation in the treasury, Your Highness, the Crown Prince."

Li Wei shook his head and looked at the black people on both sides of the street, but most of them were ragged and many victims. He was going to expel them, but Li Wei stopped them. He said: "God of Dai, my father said that sacrifices should be sincere. If it were Zhou and Jie of Shang and Xia, even if they were dedicated to God, God would not appreciate it."

"The prince said this."

"Actually, I wish I could not omit all these yellow sand, save the economy, and save more disaster victims." Li Wei's words came from his heart. I don't know if there are gods. If there are, the universe is so big that the creatures on the earth cannot be considered a drop in the ocean in the universe, let alone humans. Who cares about the small sacrifices in Chang'an City? But I dare not say that, and I know that I cannot omit the yellow sand. After all, even if it is economical, some etiquette must be followed.

Someone in the crowd asked, "What did the prince just say?"

Chang'an Street is very wide and there are many people, but it is a little far away from Li Wei by soldiers. Li Wei's voice is not loud, and even the people nearby may not be able to hear it. However, there are always some people who have good ears and listen to it.

So it spread quickly.

Dai Zhide said: "The prince said this very much. I believe that God has the virtue of being rich and will definitely see the prince's kindness."

Li Wei did not comment or not, and ascended the imperial carriage, suddenly there were cheers from the crowd: "The prince is kind and loves, and God blesses the Tang Dynasty."

The joy is like the waves on the sea, gradually moving away, but it becomes even more thunderous.

Li Wei thought to himself that this was not cheering, but that he was pushing me into the fire pit one more step. However, his eyes were still a little wet. He stood for a long time before returning to the imperial carriage.

The car drove eastward.

After leaving the East City Gate, passing through Daxingyuan, we gradually arrived in the suburbs.

I was shocked when I saw it in the city, and even more shocked when I went outside the city. Countless people were in groups of people in the east and in the west, with yellow and hungry faces. From time to time, I could see piles of new graves, which were particularly dazzling on the dry spring soil. Fortunately, Li Zhi did not expel his merits and set up porridge sheds in the suburbs.

But the effect is, you will know when you see the piles of new graves.

All the ministers did not say anything, and the brigade walked in silence.

Suddenly, a burst of crying came from a distance. Li Wei stretched his head out of the car and saw three or four children, a half-year-old and a woman lying on the ground crying. He looked very pitiful. He knew the situation, but he couldn't see it. He couldn't bear it after seeing it. So he said again: "Stop."

He had to stop again. Li Wei walked over and saw the body of a middle-aged man on the ground. He was tall and tall, but like a few living people, he was only skin and bones left. He probably starved to death. There were many victims next to him, but he was numb when he saw the dead every day. He looked at the orphan and widowed mother crying, but he didn't respond.

He asked an old man next to him: "Old man, how did this Dalang die?"

"I pay homage to the prince," the old man said again: "He is from a village in the same village. He is so drought that he has no choice but to bring his family to the capital to beg for food. He was tall and had a lot of appetite, but he couldn't bear to see his children starving. He gave them the porridge he had given them to his children every day, so he fell down. He is a good old man, but God has no eyes."

Li Wei's heart is not as rumored by the people, with great kindness and great love. He may not even know whether the country can survive safely. What country should he talk about? The nation may have one-third of the blood of Xianbei people. Of course, his soul may be from the pure Han people. But can the Han people in later generations still find the blood of the truly pure Chinese?

But his heart is always bad, and this miserable scene also touched his soft heart.

He stood up for a while and said, "Where are you coming, bury the person who goes there for them, and then arrange their mother and son in the imperial village."

All men died, and a woman, who was dragged on three or four and a half years old, how could she survive?

The imperial village is the royal manor. In addition to the land in the hands of major landlords, the land in the Tang Dynasty also has land that is rewarded to meritorious officials and nobles. Or the remaining one is Yongye Field, which belongs to the people, but is actually to the country. In addition, it is the imperial village and the official village. The imperial village is not only in Chang'an, but also in Luoyang and Taiyuan. This is the land belonging to the royal family. The official village is more widely distributed and spread throughout the country, and belongs to the imperial court.

Entering the imperial village may not necessarily bring you happy days, but it is better than waiting for death in this suburb.

Dai Zhide whispered again: "It's easy to deal with a family, but there are too many people outside the city."

"I know, but I don't care when I see it, so how can I talk about sincerity?"

One sentence left Dai Zhide speechless.

This request was not difficult, so someone came to make arrangements immediately. After hearing the thanks, the woman immediately bowed down a large area and murmured, "Prince Ren."

Li Wei shook his head and said, "You can get up all. I can't afford it, let alone the love of the orphan in the future. You are drinking porridge and can't even save your life. But I am alone in the East Palace, but I don't have any fish every day. I don't know how many people I serve, how dare I be called a benevolent."

"Crown Prince, how dare we ordinary people compare with the crown prince?"

"You are human beings, and I am also human beings. In short, when I see your situation, I am very ashamed. Don't say I am kind and loving!" After saying that, I turned around and got on the bus immediately. At this time, the people were very simple, but the more simple the he was, the more uneasy he felt.

The carriage arrived at the Jitian altar, and the ministers arranged their positions, set up farming positions, and arranged farming tools. They set up sacrificial bottles on the altar to worship Shennong, and then set up coins at the altar. The slaughter held the jar, slaughter, washed, and promoted the altar to the altar. The envoy led Guangluqing to the kitchen to see the irrigation, praise the censor to go to the kitchen to pay tribute, and the Taiguan ordered the general to cut the animals with a phoenix knife, and wished the history to use beans to get the hair and blood.

The ceremony was lengthy. It started from Li Wei to arrive at Jitian Temple, and the palace was resting for a while. This was the ceremony that began. Then, the ceremony was held again early in the second half of the night. This ceremony was even more complicated.

The ritual music sounded, and Taichangqing bowed again before the prelude, and Li Wei bowed again like a wooden man. Then all officials bowed again and led Li Wei to look for the burial position. However, the burial position in the middle, that is, the sacrificial ceremony, was set in the empty space. After all, it was not the emperor himself, and Li Wei only sat next to him. It was another etiquette that began the real ritual of farming.

The Jitian ceremony is a sacrificial ceremony and a stance of the ruler. Of course, some old people should be invited to watch the ceremony. This time, there are no exception. Not only are there old people, but also some people and victims. Seeing Li Wei walk to the field, they cheered again.

In fact, it was a mere formality. The ancient ritual was the emperor's nine pushes, but I was afraid that the emperor would make mistakes, so I changed the ritual officer to three pushes, which was the three pushes on the plow in the ground. Okay, the emperor will personally farm.

But when Li Wei heard the cheers from afar, he felt a little heartbroken.

After arching three times, the person holding the plow and the waiter came over to take over the plow and the horse.

But Li Wei suddenly waved his whip and said, "Father once said that I will take the lead and take it as my own. I wish I could not end a thousand acres. Today, the drought is severe, and the court will spend money, and even this money can save hundreds of people. I am just a formality, what is sincerity! Don't stop me from being alone!"

The official of the ritual was stunned. The prince was always very calm. Why did this change occur?

Li Weidi held the plough handle and waved the whip again. The plowing horse didn't know what was going on today, and continued to run forward with his plowshare with difficulty.
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