In February, when spring has already begun to bloom in the south and spring sowing has begun in the north, there is still a bleak scene in a small vegetable garden in the northern part of the country.
The only thing that can make people feel the breath of life is probably the yellow sprouts that grow stubbornly in cold climates.
Shao Shude was still lying on the chair basking in the sun. The palace servants were silently picking winter vegetables, and the concubines gathered around the recliner, silently preparing cakes and tea.
Shao Shude caressed Yue Liduo's face.
This prairie pearl is also getting older. At the age of 48, she has many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her skin is no longer as white and smooth as it used to be.
In addition, Shao Shude does not cherish her and likes to get her pregnant, so old age is inevitable.
"What are you going to do after I leave?" he asked softly.
Yue Liduo trembled slightly and bit her lip without speaking.
This sentence is so famous.
In the Tang Dynasty, there was no such bad custom of burying concubines. However, when Emperor Wuzong of Tang Dynasty came to Tang Dynasty, because he really liked Meng Cairen so much, Emperor Wuzong of Tang Dynasty, who was ill, felt that his time was running out, so he asked this famous saying.
According to historical records, Meng Cairen requested to sing a song "He Manzi" in an attempt to impress Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty and gain a chance of survival. However, after singing, he was overly "sad" and passed out. The imperial doctor came for treatment and said that although Meng Cairen's body was warm
, the person was still alive, but in fact his heart was broken and he could not be saved. Later he died "as expected" and was finally buried with Emperor Wuzong of the Tang Dynasty.
The historian who recorded this period of history may have been motivated by righteous indignation and did not want to be kept secret by His Holiness, so he deliberately wrote all the details clearly so that people would be able to tell the truth at a glance.
It is too bad and inhumane for human beings to die. The poet Zhang Hu wrote the poem "Meng Cai Ren Lai", which not only sympathized with Meng Cai Ren, but also secretly stabbed Tang Wuzong.
Yue Liduo was familiar with history books, and when she heard this sentence, she couldn't help but feel sad.
She is ambitious and has many ideas, but for so many years, the saint has never given her a chance. The only time she participates in politics is with the permission of the saint, either by offering suggestions or writing edicts.
After twenty years of service, ten months of pregnancy, and several children, is this the end?
She bit her lip so hard that it bled. She looked at the saint and couldn't say anything to beg for mercy. Maybe it was meaningless to say it or not.
"Be less careful in the future, you are no longer young." Shao Shude sighed and said: "After I leave, I will let you go back to the grassland and live with Shiba Lang. Live this life quietly, and then come down and be with me.
Meet."
Prince Baosheng, the eighteenth prince Shao Yichang is the first child born to Shao Shude by Yue Liduo. He is nineteen years old this year and has been a feudal prince for several years.
With a son to support him, life is naturally much more comfortable than living in a cold palace. For old concubines, this is probably the best place to go.
"Okay." Yue Liduo responded softly.
Only then did she realize that the man who had served her for twenty years was trying to get her to stop having any petty thoughts. But she felt aggrieved after all. When she was first captured, she did have many ideas, but after twenty years, she had already given up.
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However, the saint finally remembered the past friendship and allowed her to return to her son to take care of her in old age. This was very good and there was nothing to complain about.
"Bodhisattva slave, you go to Lishengzhou and find the Nineteenth Lang." Shao Shude looked at the several Khitan women in front of him and said one by one: "Jiangu Yulu, you go to Lishengzhou and ask the Sixteenth Lang to serve you. ."
Abaoji's family and children are basically all here.
His younger sisters, Yu Lujiangu and Yue Liduo, were about the same age. They gave birth to two sons and two daughters, one of whom died in infancy.
My sister-in-law, Bodhisattva Nu, is a little older and has given birth to a son and a daughter.
Xiao Chonggun, the daughter of Yu Lu Jian's aunt, did not accompany her this time. She only has one daughter, she is nineteen years old this year and just got married at the beginning of the year.
Yelu Zhigu, the daughter of Yue Liduo, was barren and in poor health. She died of illness a few years ago.
Xiao Chonggun and Xiao Wanniang were familiar with dance, music, calligraphy and painting, and brought a lot of fun to Shao Shude. But they didn't tell them where they were going, so naturally they were going to the Luhun Mountain Palace.
The rest of the concubines basically followed this principle. Those who had sons lived with their sons, and those who had no heirs went to Luhun Mountain.
"You--" Shao Shude glanced at them one last time and said nothing, waving them to leave.
These Khitan harems were one of the footnotes to his illustrious military exploits throughout his life.
Yue Liduo's wisdom and ambition once made him appreciate it very much, and he felt more psychological pleasure when enjoying it.
The Bodhisattva slave's big buttocks were as round as two hemispheres, which gave him the enjoyment of a god.
The identity of Guda Shaman in Yulu is feared by everyone among the eight tribes of Khitan, which can also increase the psychological satisfaction.
As for those taboo pleasures, I won’t talk much about them.
Of course, these are all things of the past.
At this point, he was no longer interested in anything. He didn't even bother to care about his son Cai Dan who had just suppressed a small rebellion in Zhangxiong - of course, the specific execution was by someone from the Lu family who was assisting the government.
Now he just wants to enjoy the last peaceful life.
There is no serious physical illness, but my family knows my own affairs. Some feelings may sound mysterious and have no scientific basis, but sometimes they are surprisingly accurate.
He knew that there was a high probability that he would not be able to escape this year. The reason why he did not suffer much pain might be that God had given him special treatment.
This is blessing.
He recalled that in his previous life there was an old lady in the village who was still cooking for her family in her nineties, but she died while burning the stove, without any pain, as if she had fallen asleep.
He had seen many dying people in agony. There were not many people who could die as gracefully as this old lady. It was a blessing that many people could not ask for.
God treated him well.
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After entering March, Shao Shude spent more and more time in bed.
Although I am not very interested in political affairs anymore, I occasionally take time out to listen to
Everything is normal in Luoyang.
Tens of thousands of the Imperial Guards who returned from garrison duty in the Western Regions were mobilized to the north. In addition, the Imperial Guards brought by the Crown Prince after his reorganization, and gathered in Feng, Sheng, and Ling Prefectures, have exceeded 200,000. All the elites from across the country have gathered here.
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On the Hetao grassland, large-scale military training was carried out from time to time. The prince lived and ate in the military camp. His control over the troops became increasingly in-depth, and his prestige increased day by day.
Elsewhere, the peaceful and prosperous times since Tongguang continued.
Under Shao Shude's rule, the country's population has risen rapidly from more than 30 million since the end of the Tang Dynasty to nearly 50 million. This number is less than when the Ming and Qing dynasties were founded, but it is more than 30 million in the Northern Song Dynasty, which is still considered
Not bad.
The fiscal revenue exceeds 40 million, which is close to 50 million yuan. This number is lower than that of the Northern Song Dynasty, but the burden on the people is also far lighter than that in the Northern Song Dynasty. In fact, it is rare in the entire history for the burden on the people to reach the level of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The four major trading companies are carrying out business steadily and orderly, maintaining low-cost frontier solutions for Daxia day after day. The matter of "giving too much" has made local tycoons in Annan, Liaodong, Yunnan, and the Western Regions
Unable to stop, I obediently followed Luoyang's baton.
His generals were intimidating their enemies.
His officials govern the place.
His scholars were perfecting the new learning.
His craftsmen are working on new techniques.
His navigators were exploring new routes.
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When the pastures in the north turn green, the summer harvest in the Central Plains has already begun, and the rice in the south is growing vigorously.
When the fishing boats in the east harvested the first net of fish, the people in the middle had already gotten up and were preparing to work in the fields. At this time, in the west, under the dark night, warriors armed with swords and bows had just attacked the enemy camp at night and returned with a great victory.
Under the tropical jungles of Yunnan, fires are blazing, and pieces of land are being reclaimed.
Outside the porcelain kiln in Hunan, thick smoke billows as porcelain is being fired one after another.
In the Han River in Xiangyang, the waves are sparkling, and a ship is loaded with supplies and sailing to various places.
The wharf in Haizhou was buzzing with people as boxes of silk were loaded onto the ship, carrying China's greetings to the distance.
On the grasslands of Daibei, livestock were driven over one after another, allowing people to pick and choose the fat and thin, and negotiate the price.
Even in Liaodong, a land of bitter cold, schools were built one after another. More and more Tibetan people entered the schools and began to know which country they were from.
Everything converged on this ancient, civilized, and fertile land. They blended, introduced the new, and accumulated, slowly stabilizing the foundation of the new dynasty.
This is the empire under his rule.
New life, robustness, vitality, vigorous development, and a myriad of things.
The founder and designer of the empire is about to retire, leaving behind only the oral legends passed down by the people of the Central Plains, only the eternal edicts in the grassland stone tablets, and only the supreme courage of the Supreme Emperor Peak in the Western Regions.
This is the Daxia Dynasty.
(Except for nothing else, there will be the last chapter tomorrow and will be updated in the afternoon or evening)
