Chapter 105 My father is a fool!

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 105 My father is a fool!

Heavy snow has been falling for several days, and the entire Shuntian Mansion in the capital has long been covered in white. The snowflakes swaying in the air are like dandelions, falling piece by piece on this ancient imperial capital, making this majestic and magnificent

The city wears a new layer of clothing.

The snow scene is beautiful.

really beautiful.

Especially sitting in a carriage with a copper stove inside, burning charcoal fire, making the whole carriage as warm as spring. In such an environment, it is even more interesting to open the curtains in the carriage and look outside.

But for the common people in the capital, such snow scenes are just like a reminder from the Lord of Hell. People freeze to death in the city every day. This has become a norm. No one will find it novel, and no one will think there is anything wrong.

It is normal for people to die in winter.

When we arrived outside the south gate, it was an even more miserable scene, with snow-capped mountains stretching as far as the eye could see.

Between heaven and earth, shacks made of broken wood and linen can be seen everywhere, stretching with no end in sight. Under each shack are victims huddled. No one knows how many are dead and how many are alive.

A luxurious carriage appeared here, and several people in thick robes got out of the carriage.

Such a carriage and these few people seemed out of place with the surrounding environment, but they did not attract anyone's attention. The victims only looked at the side of the city gate, where there were several steaming cauldrons with a

A wooden sign with the words "distribution of porridge and disaster relief" written on it.

This is their only hope for survival.

The porridge was not cooked yet, but many refugees were already queuing up in front of the large pots with broken bowls.

After only looking around for half a circle, Xia Yuan suddenly looked away. The snow was so heavy that he felt as if he was blinded by the snow.

He imagined what these refugees looked like. He had seen the scene of refugees on TV in modern times, and it was a disturbing scene.

That was modern times, and ancient times would only be worse. Therefore, he had already thought of the refugees in the Ming Dynasty as extremely miserable. But when he came here and saw these scenes with his own eyes, he found that his imagination was still a little pale. These

The plight of the victims was so miserable that it was hard to bear to look at it.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes made people's cheeks hurt. Xia Yuan pointed to the victims in the shack and said to Zhu Houzhao, "Go and ask, ask these victims who can subdue the dragon with the Eighteen Palms and who can beat the dog."

Stick method.”

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Zhu Houzhao just remained silent. The previous expectation and excitement on his face had long since disappeared. After seeing these victims, his expression was first shocked, then horrified, then puzzled, and finally all expressions disappeared.

, all that was left was numbness, or he didn't know what expression to make.

After hearing what Xia Yuan said, his dull expression became a little more awkward, but Zhu Houzhao had no intention of asking. He just unconsciously picked at the brocade robe on his body with his fingers. After a long time, he lowered his head and said: "

I think it’s better not to ask.”

"Don't ask anymore?"

"Um."

Zhu Hou responded, and after a moment of silence, he softly said, "Master, let's go back."

He had never seen suffering in the world, but now that he saw these victims, he began to feel at a loss. He knew that victims gathered outside the capital. He even heard similar news every winter, but he never took it to heart.

The victims in his imagination were common people, similar to the people he saw every time he slipped out of the palace. But now Zhu Houzhao discovered that the victims were actually like this.

The scene that was completely different from what he imagined gave him a huge impact, and he was at a loss. He suddenly didn't want to see these poor and miserable victims anymore, and he wanted to escape from this place.

Xia Yuan ignored him, but walked through the thick snow towards one of the shacks. There were three people huddled in the shack, and a faceless middle-aged woman was holding two children in her arms.

There are two children, one older and one younger, one boy and one girl. The older one is a boy, about ten years old, and the younger girl is probably seven or eight years old.

The three people in this shack should be the most pitiful among the nearby victims. The other victims had a few thicker quilts to keep out the cold, but they were only covered with straw mats and thin linen clothes. The only quilt was

It was full of holes and was filled not with cotton but with straw.

The three mother and daughter hugged each other and relied on each other's body temperature to keep each other warm. However, this quilt was obviously unable to withstand the biting cold wind. The exposed skin had already turned blue and purple from the frost, and the three people remained silent. Maybe it was

Just die.

Xia Yuan walked over, silently took off his thick cotton clothes, and covered them with mother and daughter.

The woman opened her eyes tremblingly and moved her lips a few times as if she was saying something. Xia Yuan didn't hear clearly and couldn't read lips. At this time, victims from other shacks also crawled over on their knees and faced her.

He kowtowed repeatedly, "Lang Jun, Duke and Lord, please give us some clothes to keep out the cold."

Xia Yuan's momentary kindness made these victims seem to see the light of day. Facing these people's requests, Xia Yuan said nothing, but just took off his jacket and jacket and handed them over.

He lost his clothes to keep out the cold and suddenly became very cold. Zhu Houzhao, who was standing there in a daze, suddenly walked over to this side. As he walked, he took off his fox fur cloak and brocade robe. When he came closer, he would

The clothes that were taken off were handed directly to the victims.

Then Zhu Houzhao turned around and looked at the eunuchs and guards who were following him, "Take off your clothes and take off all your robes for me!"

Gu Dayong and several Jinyi guards did not dare to delay, and hurriedly took off their cold robes and handed them to the victims.

The victims who had received the clothes kowtowed on the ground one by one, while more victims crawled towards them on their knees.

Zhu Houzhao stared at this scene blankly. In the wind and snow, he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Seeing more and more people gathering, Xia Yuan quietly pulled him out of the crowd. Zhu Houzhao suddenly had red eyes and said emotionally: "My father is a foolish king!"

"What?" Xia Yuan was stunned.

Zhu Houzhao took a deep breath and repeated word for word: "I said that my father is a foolish king."

He pointed at the shacks everywhere, one by one, "Does he, the emperor, not care about so many victims?"

Xia Yuan wanted to stay away from this guy so as not to get involved, but after a moment of silence, he still pointed to the large pots under the city gate building, "Who said that Your Majesty doesn't care, then providing porridge for disaster relief is not the imperial court's relief to the victims.

?”

"That porridge is useless. These victims don't even have clothes or houses. If this continues, they will freeze to death."

Xia Yuan thought of the mother and daughter he saw just now, and said faintly: "They have already frozen to death."

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Zhu Houzhao fell silent immediately. He looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and felt like there was a lump in his throat.
Chapter completed!