The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Gao Hong took a look at the basin and made sure that his clothes were correct and there was nothing wrong.

The blue linen robe has a white collar and a short hem, exposing a small half of the gray trouser legs.

This is the most important robe in his luggage, and it is usually kept at the bottom of the box every day.

After pushing open the broken door, Li Bo, who was squatting in the courtyard picking up pheasants, turned around.

"Gao Xiucai is going to do something?"

He stood up in a hurry. The pheasant feathers on his hands had not yet been plucked out, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"I'm going to the city." Gao Hong's eyes fell on his feet. It was already late autumn, and Uncle Li was still wearing straw sandals, like bark covering withered vines.

"The weather is getting cold. Uncle Li, please go inside the temple to get away from the wind. Please accompany me all the way. Please take care of yourself." Gao Hong said.

"Don't look at my age, old man, I'm still strong!" Uncle Li smiled.

"I'll take the scholar into the city." He said, about to lead the bullock cart.

"No need, someone has sent a carriage and is waiting on the west road."

Uncle Li's eyes lit up and he said repeatedly, "That's good, that's good. Scholar, go quickly."

Gao Hong went out and didn't go far when Uncle Li chased him and shouted.

"When will the scholar come back? The old man has cooked a meal and is waiting for you!"

"About noon," he said.

After taking two steps, he turned around and saw that Uncle Li was still at the door. Seeing him turning around, he panicked and put away his worries and forced a smile.

Gao Hong was speechless and bowed deeply to Uncle Li.

Uncle Li was a farmer. He thought he couldn't bear the courtesy of a scholar, so he hurriedly avoided it and felt very uncomfortable.

Gao Hong's figure gradually blurred, and Li Bo sighed deeply and muttered, It has been sixty days since he left Pingyang.

Sixty days later, I don’t know what happened to the folks in Gaojia Village.

The old man's back was hunched, and he knelt in front of the dilapidated statue, his hands clasped together above his head, and his wrinkled forehead lightly knocked on the ground. His movements were a bit clumsy as an old man.Gao Hong sat in the carriage, his hands shaking slightly.

He had been living in a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the country since he entered Beijing. Before leaving, he still had some money left by his mentor, but he could not touch it.

If something happens to him, Uncle Li can go back to Pingyang County alone.

His mother passed away not long after Gao Hong was born, and it was his father who pulled him up.

When he was six years old, his father took him to Master Tongsheng's home with gifts to teach him a few characters.

But Master Tongsheng was amazed by little Gao Hong's intelligence. He raised his beard and said to Gao's father, "Tie Zhu, this child is a rare good material. It's a pity that he was born in the corner of the mountain."

Father Gao, who was not good at words, nodded vigorously with a red face.

From then on, after my father cultivated his own acres of land, he rented some more from several gentlemen.

Working desperately, just thinking about saving a few more copper coins, and hoping that Gaojiacun would produce another scholar.

In the summer when he was ten years old, it rained heavily for three consecutive days, and Gao's father was washed away by the flood because he refused to listen and insisted on saving the crops in the field.

The body was recovered by the villagers after four or five days of searching.

The village chief summoned the villagers in Gaojia Village. Everyone felt sorry for the poor life of little Gao Hong, and they also knew that the child was smart.

In the end, the village chief slapped the table and said that everyone should contribute a little to help Gao Hong continue his studies.

If this happened in other villages, it would definitely not be possible, but fortunately, the villagers of Gaojia are simple and very united.

Later, Gao Hong also strived for success and became famous through his studies. Every household in the village, like his relatives, pooled their money to send him to a better academy.

Gaojiacun worked together to produce a scholar who was famous throughout the country and envied by everyone.

But right now, the blood relatives in Gaojia Village are all locked up in prison, and their lives and deaths are unknown.

But Gao Hong traveled all over the government offices, from county to state, and was protected by officials. Under the high gates, ordinary people wanted to do something, but it was difficult for them to do anything.

Hehe, a little slow.