Fu Shou turned around in surprise and saw Liu Zhang holding an umbrella for him.
Fu Shou's face, which was slightly pale from the cold, moved.
But when she saw Liu Zhang nodding and smiling at her, Fu Shou felt particularly at peace in her heart, as if she felt natural massaging Liu Zhang. Liu Zhang held an umbrella for her, and Fu Shou didn't feel anything. Fu Shou knew that this was not because she was the queen.
Even if she is a queen, she cannot let a prince hold an umbrella.
Fu Shou didn't know why, he just felt that it felt good.
In the light rain, homeless people walked by with their young and old on the arch bridge in front of them. From time to time, soldiers were escorting people to take the luggage of the old man who was climbing up the arch bridge. The sound of craftsmen driving nails could be heard clearly in my ears.
Fu Shou only felt that he was integrated into it. The pen in his hand was sketching very quickly, but it was not inaccurate at all. On the contrary, it was more perfect than usual.
The most important thing is that Fu Shou felt that Liu Zhang was holding an umbrella and standing quietly behind him, which made him feel at ease. Since the day he married Liu Xie, he had never felt so at ease.
It seems as if there is someone who protects me and protects me from doing what I like to do. I can finally enjoy life and the world in front of me with peace of mind.
Fu Shou is wearing a purple-black cloak, which is luxurious and soft. His empress-like temperament and his focused look merge into the same picture with the rain in front of him, the people walking by, and the busy soldiers and craftsmen.
Wouldn't it be better if she could draw herself in it?
Liu Zhang thought to himself, but then shook his head. If Fu Shou painted himself into the painting, although there would be an extra scenery in the painting, which would be pleasing to the eye, it would not be a picture of broken mountains and rivers.
But in fact, for those ordinary people who occasionally passed by and glanced in the direction of the easel, Liu Zhang holding an umbrella and Fu Shou painting had become a perfect combination of scenery.
"Baby, baby, what's wrong with you? Wake up. Don't scare mom."
Suddenly a middle-aged woman screamed. Liu Zhang looked over and saw a seven or eight-year-old child fainting in the rain. The middle-aged woman who looked like his mother was holding the child and lost it anxiously.
He made loud noises and kept shaking the child's body.
Liu Zhang handed the umbrella to Hao Weiwei and walked over. Fu Shou saw that Hao Weiwei was in trouble and took the umbrella from Hao Weiwei's hand. Hao Wei immediately ran over with his hammers in hand. Fu Shou covered the easel and followed. Xiaoyu
Hit it on your gently flying hair.
"What's going on?" Liu Zhang asked.
Fu Shoulai wanted to hold an umbrella for Liu Zhang, but at this time he hit the umbrella above the fainted child. She knew that Liu Zhang also wanted him to do this, even though Hua Tuo had said that Liu Zhang could not bear the cold.
"The child has a cold and fainted, and also has a high fever. Unfortunately, I don't have any medicinal herbs. If I don't send him to the doctor in time, I'm afraid his life will be in danger." After checking the child's body, a refugee who may be a doctor stood up and said to Liu Zhang.
Although Liu Zhang was wearing casual clothes, his clothes were not ordinary clothes. Moreover, Liu Zhang had been in charge of the army for a long time, and he naturally exuded an aura. As soon as Liu Zhang opened his mouth, the doctor could not help but say something to Liu Zhang.
"Send to the doctor?" Liu Zhang frowned. Chang'an was in ruins, and all the people had fled. What other pharmacies are there? The nearest medical clinic is the military medical station of the Sichuan Army. There are one in the palace and one in the suburbs, but they are all far away. The child is here
If you run in the rain, you may die on the way.
Liu Zhang frowned slightly, pointed to his carriage and said to the doctor: "Please be kind and use my carriage to take this mother and son to the palace and call a doctor for treatment."
"Emperor...Imperial Palace." The doctor stuttered immediately.
"Lord, the carriage has been taken away, how can we go back?" He couldn't help but say it. It's not that he is stingy, Chang'an City is very big, and now they are far away from the palace. In this rainy weather, Liu Zhang can't get wet in the rain.
It was so scary that Liu Zhang would get sick.
Two of the refugees looked at Liu Zhang and looked at him. One of them said: "This strong man with a short body but wielding two hammers looks like the powerful Tianshen General of the Sichuan Army. Could it be..."
The other refugee was also shocked. He picked up a sledgehammer and called his lord. Then he heard the richly dressed young man in front of him say the palace, could this be it... The two refugees could hardly believe their eyes.
"Are you Uncle Liu Huang?"
Not only the two refugees saw it, but others also saw it. With this shout, many people stopped and looked at Liu Zhang.
Liu Zhang frowned slightly, but now was obviously not the time to care about other things, so he said to the doctor: "Hurry up and take the mother and son to the palace in the carriage to save the child's life."
"Yes, yes, yes." The doctor quickly agreed and led the mother holding the child into the carriage. The carriage was not gorgeous, but it was considered luxurious for ordinary people. The mother felt like she was in a fog when she sat in it. If it weren't for
She didn't even dare to sit down because she was worried about the child in her arms.
When all the refugees saw this scene, they became more convinced of their guesses and knelt down in unison to pay homage to Liu Zhang. The soldiers and craftsmen all looked at Liu Zhang, a little surprised. They were ordinary soldiers. The Sichuan Army had 700,000 soldiers. Not everyone knew Liu Zhang.
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Guanzhong has been in chaos for many years. These people are all people who cannot leave their homeland and have suffered a lot in Guanzhong. They have heard about the reputation of the Sichuan Army, but they are not sure that what they heard is true.
After all, for these people who have suffered for many years and have seen countless princes take over Chang'an, if you want them to believe that when the next prince comes in, it will bring them a good life, they will not believe it. At most, they only have a little hope.
Or fantasy.
However, the Sichuan army did not disappoint them when they took control of Chang'an. In such a short time, soup kitchens and resettlement sites were established, and the houses were repaired for free, just waiting for them to live in them.
There is nothing that people are more grateful for than living a stable life.
Having heard about the goodness of the Sichuan Army through hearsay, and now seeing it with their own eyes, the people were naturally grateful to Liu Zhang, the leader of the Sichuan Army. And just now, they saw with their own eyes that Liu Zhang sent a sick child to the palace in his own carriage, which made them even more convinced of their gratitude.
The Sichuan troops all knelt down and thanked Liu Zhang from the bottom of their hearts.
"It's raining now, so stop being polite and follow the sergeant to the soup kitchen to settle down."
Liu Zhang didn't talk nonsense, and the people continued to move forward under the guidance of the sergeants.
Now that his identity was revealed, Liu Zhang simply called a soldier who was responsible for the relief: "Go back and tell Liu Xun and ask him to set up a medical shed in every soup kitchen shed."
"yes."
Now that Guanzhong is recovering, there are so many things going on. Liu Xun, Zhou Buyi, and Jiang Wan are almost going crazy with their work. It is normal for there to be some omissions.
Liu Zhang and Fu Shou returned to the easel, and Liu Zhang continued to hold an umbrella for Fu Shou. From Liu Zhang's point of view, since Fu Shou could put aside his dignity as a queen to massage himself and paint pictures of broken mountains and rivers in the rain, it was no big deal for him to hold an umbrella for her.
Fu Shou calmly accepted Liu Zhang's "service", opened his easel, and said while painting: "Master Shu, I saw sincerity in your eyes just now."
"What do you mean?" Liu Zhang didn't know why Fu Shou suddenly said such a sentence.
"Mr. Hua Tuo is really right." Fu Shou carefully traced a character and began to modify it with a brush. He said with a slight smile: "When Lord Shu helped the sick child just now, I didn't
In the eyes of Lord Shu, we can see elements of demagoguery.
Demagoguery is what every prince will do, including Cao Cao. Even if he actually does good things for the people, he will still tell a lot of lies, or exaggerate what he has done to win the hearts of the people.
But I didn't see it in the eyes of Lord Shu just now. Even Fu Shou couldn't see it. When the people knelt down, Lord Shu didn't say much. He didn't even use the words to exaggerate. He was always thinking about how to solve the problem of medical treatment for the refugees.
matter."
Liu Zhang frowned slightly, yes, looking back on just now, he really had no intention of winning over the people, and he didn't even have the idea at all.
Change it to Chengdu where the Four Civil Service Examinations were just launched, change it to Jingzhou where the two rivers are flooded, change it to Jingyi after the rebellion, or even Shicheng is facing refugees.
He always exaggerates his achievements and takes the opportunity to win over the people.
But when I saw that child just now, why didn't I have any such thoughts? Could it be that I have become less like a prince?
That's terrible.
The princes who do not know how to utilize all resources, like Liu Xun, who is kind to women, cannot survive in this troubled world.
Fu Shou smiled slightly: "I know why Lord Shu is like this, because Lord Shu has now stepped down from the position of lord. Just like the three of us traveling today, if it was the former Lord Shu, he would definitely not be like this.
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Hou Shu no longer considered the problem from the perspective of the entire Sichuan Army, but considered the problem from his own perspective. When Shu Hou saw the feelings shown by the child, it was Shu Hou's nature.
Mr. Hua Tuo said it right, Shu is kind-hearted. In fact, Shu can be a kind-hearted person without any utilitarianism, but it is a pity..."
Fu Shou suddenly fell silent. If he continued talking, he would not only mention something that made Liu Zhang unhappy, but he would also not be happy. It took a long time before he softly said two words: "Current situation."
After Liu Zhang finished drawing the scene of the arch bridge, it was already afternoon. Liu Zhang asked Fu Shou to go back. Fu Shou wanted to draw two more pictures. Now she felt that painting the broken mountains and rivers was no longer helping Liu Zhang, but that she was willing to do so.
This is the tragedy of the Han Dynasty. The people of the Han Dynasty should remember this period of suffering, and he can pass on the suffering with a painting brush, which makes Fu Shou feel that he is doing a real thing for this nation, even compared to Liu Zhang.
Say, very small.
Fu Shou was worried about Liu Zhang's health and asked Liu Zhang to go back first. Liu Zhang smiled. Fu Shou knew Liu Zhang's mentality. There were only three months left anyway, so why not be calm.
Fu Shou felt a little sad, but he didn't want to mention the sad things that couldn't be changed at this time.
Both Liu Zhang and Fu Shou hoped that the other would go back, but neither of them went back. However, they each held an umbrella and walked in the rain, walking slowly in the deserted streets, looking for places suitable for the theme of the broken mountains and rivers picture everywhere, and they felt very good.