Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 87

[The chapter name is wrong, it should be Chapter 087]

Facing Rong Shenghuang's tragic appeal, Lin Xiaofeng raised the corners of his mouth, outlining a cold and slightly sarcastic smile. The smile seemed to condense the bitterness and coldness of the world. He said solemnly: "In this world, there is only one Only by going through hardships and enduring hardships that others cannot endure can you become a "superior" in the eyes of the world! I treat you with all my heart and soul, but you misunderstand that I am torturing your flesh and blood? That's all, now? Please call all the seven aunts and eight aunts to comment and let everyone see who has suffered the great injustice here and who is making arrangements that seem ruthless but are actually thoughtful!"

Under the dim light, Rong Shenghuang's face looked increasingly pale and weak, like a picture eroded by time, and the depression on it was like the last fallen leaf in late autumn, falling silently in the silence. He lowered his head slightly, and his posture at that moment seemed to carry a lot of helplessness and confusion in the world. His voice was low and heavy, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart: "Sir, this fact does not need to be investigated by me, Rong Shenghuang. I really know nothing about this matter. ah!"

A few days ago, a few unfamiliar faces came uninvited. With an irresistible temptation - a huge amount of money that was enough to make people's hearts beat, they invited me to stay at the White Horse Temple in North Langfang for a month. I know that you have such great prestige in this land, how can you dare to agree to such a thing easily? However, the huge amount of money seems to be able to shake the hardest rock in people's hearts; more importantly, even if I don't go, they will find other monks to replace me. These people are like spider webs, coming from all over the world. They were pulled out of the corner of the temple. Everyone was lured by the same bait and could not help themselves.

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his eyes were as hot and sharp as a burning torch. He calmed down, as if time had frozen beside him and turned into a silent bystander. After a moment, his originally chaotic eyes suddenly became clear, like seeing the blue sky through the clouds, and all the causal connections gradually became clear in his mind. He secretly speculated that behind this series of strange things, that guy Li Yihao must be behind the scenes. Regarding Li Yihao's insidious and despicable behavior, Lin Xiaofeng felt an uncontrollable disdain and anger in his heart. This emotion was like hot lava, violently tumbling in his chest, boiling with persistence for justice and hatred of evil.

At this moment, Lin Xiaofeng's eyes were like a hot iron, shining brightly in the dim light, and the questions that followed were like lightning in the storm, piercing the night sky. He spoke loudly: "So, who once shocked the world?" Did the King of Hanjiang ever talk to you in secret, trying to reveal the truth behind the layers of fog and directly touch the core of this complicated problem? "

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's sharp and urgent inquiry, Rong Shenghuang's face was like a stone sculpture eroded by time, with a gloomy look spreading quietly. His eyes that once shone with wisdom and tenacity were now shrouded in a dull haze. His voice echoed in the empty hall, heavy and helpless, and every word seemed to carry the sadness of being forgotten by the world: "It is true that no one has come to see me. I think they have probably all left me. Since I left you, sir Under your protection, my life is like a lonely boat, which has lost its direction in the vast sea of ​​​​people and can only let the wind and waves blow and drift."

As he recounted this poignant journey, he slowly bent his knees and pressed his rough palms on the cold floor tiles. The scene was like a scene depicting the blend of piety and supplication. His head was lowered, as if he was bowing his head to the ruthless fate, and his words were full of sincerity: "Sir, if you are compassionate, can you give me a way to be reborn? Let me return to the pure place of Buddhism and put on my clothes again. Kasaya, be that monk who devotes himself to the Buddha. And my innocent children, their childhood should be carefree and innocent, and should not be bound by heavy and endless schoolwork. Can you let me? Can they take a breath and stop crushing their innocent hearts with the pressure of making up classes? For the sake of the children, if they are extremely exhausted physically and mentally, I’m afraid I won’t be able to live alone in this world.”

When Lin Xiaofeng heard this, his expression did not change, but ripples appeared in his deep eyes, as if a stone had been thrown into the lake, and the ripples quietly spread to the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, outlining a picture of surprise. He clicked his tongue, with hidden emotion rolling in his throat, as if he had witnessed a drastic change in life where a prodigal son turned back and repented, and was sincerely surprised by the transformation deep in Rong Shenghuang's heart.

Lin Xiaofeng was seen waving her arms slowly. The gesture seemed casual, but it was full of majesty and tolerance. His words were like cold autumn water. Although they revealed an undoubted strength, they also showed a trace of kindness and warmth in the subtleties: "Well, it seems that you have made the determination to learn from the pain, so I will not Go and trace your past. However, from now on, you must report to me any troubles involving Beilangfang as soon as possible. At this moment, you should go back and sort out the arrears of tuition and food expenses, and take care of your wife and children. Come on, I have no obligation to take on the burden of supporting your family."

Faced with Lin Xiaofeng's determination, Rong Shenghuang's face was like a piece of crumpled and flattened rice paper, with a smile of embarrassment and expectation condensed into a complex expression. His hands were tightly grasping the corners of his clothes, and the fabric had already been worn rough. Just like his mood at the moment, he seemed to be looking for some kind of fulcrum of courage and hope as he rubbed it repeatedly. He inquired cautiously, his voice trembling slightly but resolutely: "Those...those wives and concubines, I am willing to give up, but this is about tuition and food expenses...can they be appropriately reduced or reduced?"

After hearing this, Lin Xiaofeng's face suddenly darkened like a dark cloud covering the sun. His tone was like ice on a winter night, without any warmth. Every word was as cold and hard as iron: "Get out!" This short but powerful word Landing on the ground was like an earth-shattering shock, shaking the surrounding air so much that it seemed to freeze for a moment, and the lingering sound echoed in this fateful moment.

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In the depths of the palace, Emperor Jingjiang is like an eternal mountain, standing majestically and independently in front of the vermilion door of the main hall. His figure is majestic and solemn, blending with the gloomy dark clouds filling the sky to form a heavy and grand picture. The stacked black clouds came over the top, as heavy as iron and stone, trying to crush the sky. The heavy rain in recent days was like tears of grief and anger from the sky, pounding the earth continuously and violently, soaking the entire capital in a blanket. The vast expanse of water vapor seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.

Emperor Jingjiang had mixed feelings in his heart. The frequent waterlogging disasters over the years turned into a sharp thorn in his heart. At this moment, it pierced deeply into his heart and the pain was unbearable. He was worried, seeing that if this heavy rain continued to rage, it would undoubtedly bring countless unpredictable disasters to the country, and how many innocent people would suffer in this flood and suffer from the ups and downs of their lives?

Just as these thoughts were swirling, Wang Jingwen came from the corner of the scroll at the right time, holding a gorgeous and heavy cloak in his hand. His steps were light but quick, like a breeze quietly approaching the emperor's figure. His lowered eyes had lost their sharpness, showing full respect. He carefully handed over the cloak, and at the same time, his words showed deep concern: "Your Majesty, although it has entered summer, the chill is still there. Shouldn't you Close the palace door temporarily to prevent the cold air from invading your body?"

Emperor Jingjiang took over the cloak that carried the caring feeling, but did not put it on immediately. He just waved his hand slightly. This action contained infinite helplessness and sorrow, as if it was a reflection of the ill-fated fate of the country under his rule. silent accusation. He let out a long sigh, his voice full of deep worries and exhaustion for the country and the country: "That's all, our Dajing country has been tempered by heaven and earth many times. The rain this year has been so majestic and vast, and the power of the Qin Tianjian in predicting celestial phenomena seems to be incompetent. Until he catches it, it’s hard to figure out God’s intention.” As soon as he said this, it was like water in front of the palace, reflecting his endless worries and expectations for the fate of the country and the people’s livelihood.

When Wang Jingwen heard this, the long feeling of emotion in his heart was like a bud breaking through the ground, rising quietly along with a sigh. The sigh seemed to be able to pass through the dense rain curtain, go straight to the clouds, and connect with the sky. At this moment, a fragment of memory suddenly passed through his mind, like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, gathering together and becoming clear in an instant. He immediately became serious and addressed Emperor Jingjiang who was sitting on the dragon throne: "Your Majesty, there is a matter related to the bet made by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Mr. Li. Now that the time has come for the agreement, should we send people immediately to find out the details? , so that it can be properly disposed of as soon as possible?”

After hearing this, Emperor Jingjiang's deep eyes shone with a wise and slightly tired luster under the candlelight, and the corners of his lips were subtly curved. That smile seemed to carry the tempering of years and the heaviness of state affairs, traces of vicissitudes of life. A faint mark on his face. He spoke slowly, and his words were full of the majesty and calmness of an emperor: "I have neglected the complicated state affairs and forgotten it in a busy corner. In recent days, state affairs in the court have been as continuous and complicated as a torrential river. There is no need to send extra ministers to deal with these details. Tonight, the rain has stopped and the clouds have dispersed, and the new weather has begun to show. I have been in the palace for a long time and have never visited the people to observe the people's sentiments. Today I decided to take this opportunity to go to the market in person to touch. Those real conditions of people's livelihood that have not been shown in the memorial, quickly send orders to prepare for driving. "

When Wang Jingwen heard the imperial edict, his face was like a complex ink painting that combined solemnity and respect. The solemnity also revealed an almost instinctive and keen reaction, as if every nerve had been tightened like a bowstring, ready to respond at any time. The Emperor's call. He turned around, his movements smooth and decisive, just like the fallen leaves in the autumn wind following the will of God, about to step out of the palace door to fulfill the supreme emperor's order.

However, in this empty and solemn hall, Emperor Jingjiang's voice echoed again like a deep bell, breaking the silence for a while: "Well, I thought about the continuous rain outside the palace wall for the past few days, and I expected that the road must be full of rain. Shui Chengze, it is not a good idea to travel with a light carriage. In my opinion, it is better to use a chariot that is solid and stable enough to cope with the muddy and bumpy road conditions, so as to ensure safe travel. "

As soon as these words were spoken, the lingering sound revealed Emperor Jingjiang's meticulous care for the sufferings of the people all over the world. The compassion for farmers hidden behind the royal majesty was like the warm sun shining on the frozen soil in winter, warm and sincere.

After hearing this teaching, Wang Jingwen's expression immediately calmed down. In the posture of bowing his head, his eyes shone brightly. The light was intertwined with a deep understanding of the monarch's wisdom and a deep respect for the emperor's grace. His steps were suddenly compact and powerful, and he left like a meteor. Every step seemed to hit the vicissitudes of time and mottled stone tiles in the hall, causing waves of echoes.

His figure dragged a long shadow under the slanting sunlight. The shadow spread on the stone bricks, as if ink was splashed on the scroll, painting a vivid and layered picture - a courtier. With heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, he became the mainstay of the imperial court with his endless loyalty and diligence, marching forward bravely, not only fulfilling the emperor's orders, but also carrying the expectations and well-being of the people of Li.

Not even a few steps away, Wang Jingwen's figure was still looming around the corner, and Bai Yongyuan suddenly rushed to him like a strong wind carrying an urgent military situation. His face looked like the surface of a lake condensed with autumn water, and his heavy worries were intertwined with his hurried steps. It was as if the waterlogging caused by the continuous rain in the capital had accumulated in his heart and turned into a mountain that needed to be removed urgently. Seeing this, Wang Jingwen's smile as gentle as the spring sunshine instantly caught the tension that could not be concealed. His laughter revealed a calm and unhurried expression, as if the mountain was about to collapse. His words seemed to have great power, and he asked He said: "Mr. Bai came here so urgently today, but because of your majesty's urgent summons, there are important matters related to the national economy and people's livelihood that need to be reported to your majesty urgently?"

When Bai Yongyuan heard Wang Jingwen's question, he forced a polite smile on his tight face. However, the deep worry between his eyebrows could not be concealed no matter what, and was as conspicuous as dark clouds covering the moonlight. He responded slowly, and every word in his words seemed to have a strong resonance, embodying his responsibility and determination as an important minister of the imperial court. "It is precisely because of this incident that the capital city has been attacked by floods recently. The disaster is more serious than imagined. I want to go there in person." Before the throne, he presented the actual situation of the disaster in detail to His Majesty. "In his words and deeds, his eyes were as firm as iron, and what was reflected in them was his uncompromising commitment to his duties and his deep concern for the people of the world. .

When Wang Jingwen heard this, a wave of emotion appeared in the depths of his eyes, as if the feelings of understanding and admiration were like a stone thrown on the lake, rippling in an instant. He responded slowly: "What a coincidence. To be honest, His Majesty just now wanted to leave the palace incognito. He wanted to step into the disaster area personally, feel the suffering and understand the people's sentiments. However, Bai Gong's arrival at this moment is like the spring rain has not yet arrived but the autumn leaves have faded. "His Majesty is already busy preparing for the carriage. I will rush to report and make arrangements. I expect that your Majesty will arrive in person soon, rain or shine."

After saying this, Wang Jingwen's figure was like a traveler in a splash-ink painting, drifting away and finally disappearing into the distant skyline, leaving only a steady and decisive back, which seemed to carry the burden of the dynasty and the hopes of the people. expect.

Bai Yongyuan stood there, stunned for a moment. The world around him seemed to be stagnant, and the noise of all things became silent at this time. Only his thoughts were rushing like a river, unstoppable. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. The gloomy sky was like a bronze mirror tempered by the years, deeply reflecting the ruthlessness of the changes in the world and the suffering and suffering endured by the people.

Deep in his heart, Bai Yongyuan secretly speculated: His Majesty insisted on traveling in such harsh weather at this moment, probably not only because of his deep concern for the disaster, but also because the bet between the prince and Li Yihao was approaching, which affected the sacred heart, making Your Majesty is deeply worried and eager to find out the truth and clarify right from wrong, so as to calm the hearts and minds of the people of the world. This is not only an inspection that shows compassion for the people, but also a game involving the royal family's face and the country. Hidden behind it is the tenacity of the imperial power and the emperor's responsibility.

In this moment of realization, a bitter smile quietly appeared at the corner of Bai Yongyuan's mouth. The laughter was like the fallen leaves in late autumn, making ripples on the silent lake. It was low and philosophical, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world. Ups and downs with people and affairs, but unable to escape the shackles of fate. He straightened his back, his movements at that moment were as firm and powerful as a rock, and his steps were even louder, and he left in the direction parallel to Wang Jingwen. Behind him, a series of heavy and solid footsteps echoed endlessly on the empty and lonely street. Each sound was like a hammer hitting the heart, composing a tragic and passionate war song, declaring a minister's love for the country. The commitment and persistent pursuit of heavy responsibilities and family troubles without regrets. Time flies, and a scene not long after is equally intriguing. Emperor Jingjiang personally piloted the voyage, accompanied by Wang Jingwen and three senior ministers in the cabinet who were highly respected and powerful in both the government and the public. They squeezed into a small and cramped carriage and set off on an unknown journey. In this cramped and almost suffocating carriage, the majesty and calm temperament accumulated by the three veterans who had been immersed in the temple for many years could not hide a subtle embarrassment and deep helplessness.

Chen Shuguang was the first to break the oppressive silence. He frowned, with the ravines of time condensed between his brows. He let out a long sigh, as if the long-standing worries in his chest had finally found a chance to express themselves: "Oh, why didn't Mr. Bai refuse to persuade me?" Where is your majesty? Why do you drag us old bones into such a predicament? The problem of water accumulation outside the palace has not yet been resolved. If God is not kind and there is another heavy rain, it will really make the already difficult situation worse. It will be much more difficult to deal with.”

When Li Qiuyan heard this, his expression remained calm, but when he nodded slightly, he seemed to have captured the worries and expectations of the entire court into his deep eyes. His words conveyed the wisdom and calmness accumulated over the years, and his tone was low and powerful: "Your Majesty's worries are like a blazing fire, and he is eager to see the achievements of the Crown Prince in governing the territory in recent days. This anxiety can also be deeply felt by our ministers. Feel and feel the same. Moreover, we have been trapped in the palace these days and have never set foot on the ground to personally examine the various livelihoods of the people there. It is just a good opportunity to take off the shackles of the dragon robe and phoenix crown, go deep into the people, and use a pair of unpainted eyes. , to truly witness and feel how the prince's policy measures take root, even if he goes out for a short time, it will definitely not cause any uproar. "

Li Qiuyan did not stop there. His words were like ice-breaking ships, and he continued to analyze the complicated current situation. At this moment, his eyes were like deep galaxies, shining with a sharp light that could understand the changes in the world: "The rumors circulating in the market seem to indicate that Lin Xiaofeng and the prince may face defeat in this power struggle. Especially the one who is being Li Yihao is highly praised by all the scholars. It is said that under his rule, the people live and work in peace and contentment and have made great achievements, and he has become an undisputed model in the eyes of the world." Chen Shuguang listened attentively, with a shadow of worry passing over his face, like an autumn wind blowing. The water in the lake was wrinkled. He nodded in agreement, and his words were a little heavier: "However, in contrast, Beilangfang under Lin Xiaofeng's jurisdiction is like a broken mirror, reflecting a different scene. Everyone in the world said There is no politeness, merchants are domineering, and the social order is in chaos. Although we only saw the prosperity on the surface, like a beautiful scroll spread out in front of us, after peeling off its gorgeous coat and taking a deeper look, we found that the education work there is pale and feeble. Just like that donkey dung egg, it looks bright on the outside, but it is empty and empty on the inside. "

Chen Shuguang, an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and has a clear understanding of the world, is currently deep in thought. His eyes are like a deep ancient well, reflecting ripples of worry and helplessness. His face, covered with traces of time, looked more solemn under the dim light. He was seen slowly shaking his head, as if he was showing a silent struggle to the world. That long and low sigh, like an invisible hand, spread the words filled with heavy atmosphere to every corner of the room: "In my opinion, the dilemma Lin Xiaofeng and the prince are facing this time is probably... It's like a huge stone weighing on your chest. It won't be easy to move away in a moment."

There was a strong pathos in his tone, like a bard performing an elegy in a low voice, telling about the thorny and dangerous challenges on the road ahead. However, this tragic melody did not resonate with everyone.

Li Qiuyan, this witty, cunning and cynical character, had a playful expression on his face after hearing Chen Shuguang's words. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a curve that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. It was like a sharp sword hidden behind the smile, shining with sarcasm. He opened his mouth to respond, and his words were filled with teasing spring water, and every drop fell accurately on the most sensitive part of Chen Shuguang's heart: "Oh, Brother Chen, did you accept your precious nephew's two thousand yuan?" Two dollars worth of money, and then you lost your original trust in him in an instant, right?"

Although Li Qiuyan's words are frivolous, every word is like a sharp blade, piercing the deepest part of people's hearts, making it impossible to ignore the sharp insight and provocative meaning hidden behind his words. In the dialogue between the two old men, a battle about trust, dilemma and human nature was quietly staged, making the whole scene full of the unique and profound conflicts and life philosophy described by the poet.

When Chen Shuguang heard this, his expression immediately became like the cloudy sky, which was changing in an instant. His originally calm eyes suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and when his pupils shrank, an unquestionable, rock-solid beam of light shot out, as if it could penetrate all falsehoods and sophistry. He straightened his back, frowned, and retorted sternly: "That's your nephew, these two thousand taels of silver, but what I won in the gambling game with my own luck was not a gift from him. You Don't mess around with right and wrong here!" His words were like a hammer hitting a steel plate. Every word was sonorous and powerful, full of resolute defense of his dignity as an elder and his persistent pursuit of justice.

At this moment, Bai Yongyuan stood silently, his figure elongated by the dim light, looking lonely and tenacious. He held the shirt on his chest tightly, and his pulse beat rapidly under the fabric, just like the pain and helplessness surging deep in his heart. His body trembled slightly, but he tried his best to maintain his dignity. His unconcealable emotions flowed out through the subtle tremors in the muscle texture. He let out a long sigh, and his words were full of endless emotion: "You two are really willing to shoulder the responsibility of the elders. However, behind this responsibility, is it not wrapped in endless love for the younger generations? Where are the worries and deep thoughts?" Although his words were as plain as water, they contained a deep understanding and resonance of the complex emotional world of the two close friends, as if they each had their own unique way in this conversation about the fate of the family. It explains the father's love as heavy as the mountains.

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The two carriages leisurely dragged the history, and slowly drove out from the majestic inner city gate. The steady and slow pace was just like the staggering progress of the years in the long river of time. Wang Jingwen stood alone in a corner of the carriage, his figure leaning and silent. He peered out through the lightly fogged window glass. His eyes were as calm as the lake in late autumn, but full of endless worries, like the fallen leaves accumulated at the bottom of the lake. and dust, accumulating too many unspeakable worries. His eyes were staring into the distance, and the wrinkles between his brows were tightly knitted like the marks carefully carved by a seal carver. The lines seemed to record how the continuous rainstorms violently baptized the earth in recent days, leaving lingering traces of vicissitudes of life. .

The inner city is still bustling and noisy, but behind the grandeur, the edge areas have quietly revealed their haggard appearance after being eroded by wind and rain. In the corners where no one cares, water accumulates silently, like a greedy snake's tongue licking every corner. An inch of soil whispers ruthless poems about the passage of time and the changes in the world. The wheels run over the puddles, creating ripples in circles. They are the pulse of time passing by, beating the tranquility in people's hearts.

Before reaching the edge of the outer city, sparse raindrops were already falling from the sky again, as if God was telling his hidden thoughts. The drops were beating on the tarpaulin on the roof of the car, emitting a clear and dull music, like a resounding sound between heaven and earth. A symphony of joy and sorrow. At this moment, Wang Jingwen was secretly grateful. With his keen insight and delicate thinking, he had foreseen the sudden rain, so he had prepared all kinds of rainproof equipment in advance, just waiting for His Majesty to get off the car and come to the mortal world, so that he could hold it open for the King with his own hands. A clear sky can withstand the invasion of strong wind and rain, protect it from the cold and pain, and ensure the stability and dignity of the journey.

Emperor Jingjiang, the emperor who shoulders the responsibility of the country, the country, and the country, seemed to be pulled by an invisible force amidst the unhurried and dripping sound of rain on the roof of the car, turning his noble and noble head slightly. His steady head cast an inquiring gaze toward the world outside the window. At that moment, his eyes moved like waves, like a mirror reflecting the changes in the world, slowly spreading a hidden worry, like ripples on the water, rippling round and round in those eyes that see the world. Deep in the eyes.

Then, he chose to close his eyes and meditate, as if he wanted to take advantage of a nap to cover up the uneasiness and thoughts surging in his heart. However, the moment the carriage passed the outer gate tower, the worry that gradually gathered in Wang Jingwen's heart suddenly gathered like dark clouds, turning into streaks of thunder, heralding a big drama that was about to take place. At this moment, a majestic scene seems to unfold between heaven and earth: thunder and lightning, rainstorms pouring down like waterfalls, its intensity far exceeds any scene that those who present the memorial in understatement can describe, and is almost as violent as A hundred times bigger.

At this moment, the water under the wheels of the carriage has quietly reached half the height of the wheels. This phenomenon silently reveals the haste and helplessness during the construction of the outer city. The originally crude drainage systems, which were neglected to maintain and repair in normal times, have now completely lost their due functions under the baptism of this strong wind and rain, and have become useless, helplessly allowing the rain to flow freely.

What is even more shocking is that the domestic garbage and human and animal excrement floating in the turbid water are full of stench and pungent, like a scar that cannot be healed in the city. Under the erosion of this ruthless rainstorm, this scar could no longer be hidden, but became more and more prominent, making everyone who witnessed this scene feel bursts of pain, as if the dirty water was eroding the fabric of the city, making people unable to Looking directly at it, but unable to avoid it.

Emperor Jingjiang was awakened from a deep dream by a thunder that shook the sky for nine days. The sound was like the wrath of God, which forcefully dragged him back to the earthly world from the clouds. The sleeping emperor's body trembled imperceptibly, as if time had carved a trace of years on his skin, and then his eyes slowly opened like ancient wells that had weathered the weather. Through the intricately carved, complicated and gorgeous window lattice, the pair of deep eyes project out to the world outside the window, where there is a vast expanse of water, where the water and the sky are connected and integrated into one.

On the surface of the water, there are various forms of floating life, showing the suffering and vicissitudes of the world: the fragments of broken clay pots still tell the story of the past fireworks and prosperity; the broken fishing nets swaying in the waves seem to tell the story of the hard but empty wait of the fishermen; Those complete wooden benches and boards are like symbols of the ups and downs of the world, rising and falling among the ups and downs of the waves, like an abbreviated version of life drama.

Emperor Jingjiang's eyes wandered in this ukiyo-e painting on the water, and finally settled on an erratic object drifting with the current. The object looked like children's clothing, but it looked particularly lonely and sad in the vast ocean, like a silent elegy. This scene touched the emperor's heartstrings. His voice was deep and powerful, like a great bell, issuing a decree through the car curtain: "Send someone quickly to find out what this thing is."

Upon hearing the emperor's order, the guards outside the carriage instantly jumped out of the carriage as quickly as a cheetah. Without hesitation, they stepped into the turbid and rolling torrent, swimming upstream and moving forward bravely. After a while, the guard returned with heavy steps, soaked to the skin. What he held in his arms was no longer the floating "clothes", but the sad truth. His face was as pale as unrendered rice paper, and the sorrowful light in his eyes seemed to penetrate people's hearts. He bowed to Emperor Jingjiang and reported: "Your Majesty, those are not ordinary clothes, but the body of a drowned child. I carefully observed his body shape and estimated that he is probably only a little younger than Prince Dexian. I think he is Unfortunately, he tripped while playing in the water and died."

At this moment, thunder is still raging in the sky, like a tragic elegy played between heaven and earth, deafening and tearing apart people's hearts. When Emperor Jingjiang heard the bad news, his heart felt as if he was struck by thunder. A sharp pain instantly penetrated his heart, causing his face to change suddenly, as if the power of thunder had directly hit his body. He secretly sighed in his heart, which family of innocent children was cut off by the ruthless hand of fate before the glory of life could bloom in the world? This thought swirled in his mind, like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

Wang Jingwen stood aside and watched the changes quietly. Emperor Jingjiang's painful expression was reflected in his eyes, and he had mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that Emperor Jingjiang had become more compassionate in recent years. For a child of the same age as the prince to suffer such a tragedy, his heart-wrenching emotions would undoubtedly pierce his chest like an awl, making him miserable. This unspeakable grief was like an invisible thorn, quietly piercing his throat, causing him to choke. He could only silently accompany the emperor, bearing this heavy sorrow together, as if the two of them had been The weight of grief pressed lower, almost touching the ground.

In the car behind them, the three distinguished and distinguished pavilion elders looked forward one after another, looking beyond the window lattice to the world outside the window. There, under the sunlight, the corpses floating on the water looked extremely dazzling, cruel and indifferent. Facing this tragedy, they all fell into a deep silence, as if the words in their hearts were frozen in the solemn atmosphere. It was supposed to be a beautiful era of national peace and prosperity, but such a cruel side was revealed in the hinterland of Gyeonggi Province. There was an unspeakable sadness and sorrow in the carriage, making the air seem to become sticky and heavy. Can suffocate people.

Chen Shuguang, a veteran minister who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and suffered numerous hardships in people's lives, is full of years of hard work and endless emotion in his words at this moment. His slightly trembling voice penetrated the silence of the carriage: "I have been in official circles for many years, and I have read countless memorials on disasters. It is not uncommon for heavy rains to cause disasters and people drown. However, today I went to the scene to witness such a tragic situation, it is really..." The words Halfway through, his throat seemed to be tightly strangled by a pair of invisible hands, and his words were choked and could no longer flow. In the end, he used all his strength to squeeze out four words from his mouth - "It's too tragic to look at". These four words were like huge rocks falling, falling heavily in the carriage, making the entire space tremble, as if even time had stopped. Stopping at this moment, only the grief, anger and helplessness spread silently in the air.

Elder Li Qiuyan, an important minister of the imperial court who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, heard a long and melancholy sigh in his throat when he heard about the natural and man-made disasters. This sigh spread like ripples in the long river of time, spreading in the silent hall. among. There was deep worry engraved on his brows, and he said slowly: "The so-called natural disasters are ruthless and life and death are determined, perhaps it is the elusive will of God." However, Chen Shuguang, that passionate young talent who cares about the people, Upon hearing this fatalistic argument, his face suddenly turned red like a burning cloud, and a blazing spark suddenly ignited in his eyes, a flame of excitement and anger. He waved his arms and refuted passionately: "That's ridiculous! This matter was not caused by God's punishment. It was actually the bitter fruit of human negligence. It was the dereliction of duty and inaction of those in high positions, which resulted in the misfortune of innocent beings! Let me ask, what about the palace? Why have the same flood control methods not been implemented effectively in the Forbidden Garden?"

At the same time, Mr. Bai Yongyuan, a wise man who concealed himself deeply, chose to cover up the turbulence deep in his heart by closing his eyes and pretending to sleep in the face of this fierce debate. He knows very well that talking words cannot solve the actual problem. The tragedy in front of him has already happened. Only by observing the world calmly and rationally and finding a feasible path to salvation can he truly be worthy of the innocent lives lost and the ardent eyes of all people in the world. He silently calculated in his heart, trying to extract a glimmer of hope from this endless abyss of pain and draw a solid and feasible blueprint for future disaster prevention and reduction.

At this moment, the streets and alleys are still immersed in the fireworks of secular life, and various characters appear one after another. What comes into view are parents who are still young and immature. They are staggering but firm, as if every step carries the weight of life. .

(End of this chapter)