Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 712
It snowed again at night, and the north ground roared, the window lattices were whistling, and the thick curtains could not block the cold wind.

Mo Yan didn't sleep soundly, she noticed that the pillow had lost heat, she opened her eyes.

In order not to wake her up, Wan Teng Yuling kept dressing in the dark, and quickly put on the dragon robe. It was getting late, and he had to rush to the morning court.

"Husband, let me help you."

Mo Yan yawned and stepped on the thick blanket with bare feet.

A corner of the curtain was exposed, reflecting the white snow, and the inner room was not dark. Mo Yan neatly fastened the neckline for Wan Qi Yuling, hugged his waist and did not let go.

What's so good about being an emperor, every morning before dawn, the couple haven't slept in for a while.

There was no familiar aura around her, and Mo Yan couldn't sleep soundly, hiding in Wan Tu Yuling's arms and acting like a spoiled child.

"It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."

It was cold, and Mo Yan was pregnant, so she couldn't move. Wan Qi Yuling rubbed her hair and said dotingly, "It will be fine when Mingche grows up."

When will my baby grow up?Mo Yan curled her lips, suddenly feeling a little hypocritical.

Sure enough, the pregnant woman was a little baffled, Mo Yan couldn't control what was going on in her mind, and once suspected that the two little buns in her stomach would lower her IQ.

It was late, and Mo Yan didn't hold her back, she put on her clothes and watched Wanqi Yuling walk out of the door of the dormitory.

He didn't bring the little eunuch and guards with him, and his bright yellow figure gradually drifted away...

"Ma'am, would you like some hot tea?"

Mo Bing was on duty and came over to serve in the next room. In the past, Mo Yan would sleep until the sun was high, but today his energy is particularly good.

"Well, let's use Luoxue to boil water."

Breakfast is prepared in the imperial dining room, but Mo Yan doesn't like complicated meals, and he only wants to have fried slices of steamed buns, red dates and millet porridge and a few side dishes for breakfast.

Outside the window, the cold wind blows, snow falls from the treetops and the roof, and the sky is confused.

The path leading to the gate of the temple was cleared overnight, and the surrounding snow was enough to submerge the calves, and this was the first time Mo Yan saw such a heavy snowfall in Kyoto.

Not only that, but all the dead leaves on the green branches a few days ago have fallen and turned into silver bars.

The sun in winter has no temperature. People stand against the sun, but they don't feel warm at all.

The entire palace was covered in white, and almost all the maids and eunuchs were dispatched to sweep and transport snow with brooms and dustpans.

After breakfast, Mo Yan wandered around the neighborhood with two little buns, and when she returned to the bedroom, she stomped at the door and changed into a pair of slippers for the inner room.

The little maids were shivering with flushed cheeks from the cold. What this snow brought to people was not joy, but panic.

There is heavy snow all the year round in the north, and people's houses and cold-resistant facilities are well done. Mo Yan remembers that there are fire kangs in people's homes there. In winter, they are on the fire kang, covered with a big quilt, even though the windows are freezing and snowing, the interior is still warm.

Where have the people in Kyoto seen this?A heavy snowfall, I don't know how much trouble it caused to everyone.

Sure enough, after the morning court, Wanqi Yuling looked worried. A heavy snowfall last night caused the roofs of some houses that were in disrepair to collapse.

Kyoto is the center of Dai Viet, and the people are richer than other cities, but there are poor people everywhere.

There is a slum in the north of the city, where there are mostly thatched houses, and the houses are also dilapidated. The Korean paper with holes can be blocked with a few wooden boards, which cannot resist the invasion of heavy snow at all.

An old man in a slum was frozen to death. In the morning, neighbors came to check and found that the body was already stiff.

If someone dies, an official from Jingzhao Yin's Yamen must be sent for inspection. Zhang Ju enters the palace for the second time to report the situation.

At the feet of the emperor, people froze to death. If the capital had been in extremely cold weather, the people in the slums would not be able to survive the long winter.

At the same time, there were rumors in the capital, and the rumors were aimed at Wanqi Yuling, saying that he was ambitious and killed his own nephew in order to usurp the throne.

The common people are in panic, who dares to talk about the affairs of the Tian family, don't minds?Everyone was beating drums in their hearts, and the capital was gloomy for a while.

Wan Qiyouling promised Mo Yan to go out to play in the palace. In this case, she was afraid that her safety could not be guaranteed, and there were signs of repentance.

Mo Yan insisted that the husband and wife wear masks and dress properly before leaving the palace in modest clothes.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, in the face of natural disasters, people can feel their own insignificance.

The climate is abnormal, but it is just a heavy snowfall. Are the people too panicked?
In order to understand the people's sentiments, the two first went to Beicheng.

The situation here is indeed very serious. The houses of every family are crumbling, and the walls are mottled and cracked with a big gap.

Such a dilapidated house, not to mention the heavy snow, is prone to collapse even in the event of heavy rain. The low house with air leakage everywhere is similar to a dilapidated house.

The mood of the people was quite calm, and every family set up a big pot in the courtyard, burning firewood to keep warm.

The inner room does not see the sun, so it is not as warm as the outside.The red faces of the children were sitting on the small pier basking in the sun.

"Er Shuanzi, do you still have rice at home?"

An old man in his fifties, wearing a tattered jacket with cotton wool exposed, stood at the far door, rubbing his hands, with a face of shame, "Can you lend me some, my grandson had a fever last night, and all the copper coins at home have been consumed."

There was not enough money for the medicine, and the shopkeeper was unwilling to accommodate, so he had no choice but to change the medicine with the rice noodles at home.

Who knew that a heavy snowfall would cause the thatched roof to collapse.

The cold weather in winter makes it difficult to find work, which is really worse.

"Ugh."

A strong man came out of the dilapidated house with big strides, and sighed, "Uncle Yang, there is a small bag available at home, you can use it first."

The man named Er Shuanzi was unambiguous, and took out a small bag from the house, weighing about ten catties.

"My family is not rich. It's cold this year, and charcoal is too expensive. I planned to go to a nearby mountain to cut some branches, but who would have thought that it would snow heavily?"

You can't go up the mountain in snowy days, otherwise you will get lost and you will be trapped in the mountain.

The people who live in this area are not rich. Although they are poor, everyone is very kind and there is no snobbish eye to squeeze people.

"You two, are you looking for someone?"

While talking, Er Shuanzi found two unfamiliar faces at the door: a man and a woman.The two look ordinary, the woman is not fat, her belly is protruding, as if she is pregnant, and the man beside her is carefully supporting her.

Judging by the clothes, they are all made of top-quality materials, and it can be seen that they are from a wealthy family.

Er Shuanzi was puzzled, why do rich people come to this kind of place?
"Brother, my husband and I are passing by."

Mo Yan found it difficult to make up excuses for lying. If she was talking about visiting relatives, what relatives could she have here?
(End of this chapter)