Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 880
"Di Chang, don't be so reckless in the future." The young man reprimanded softly, and after a while, tentatively pinched the remaining pill in the man's palm.

No matter the color or fragrance of the pill, there was no difference from the pills he usually took. Mo Shuli hesitated for a long time holding the pill, and finally swallowed it with his eyes closed.

The bitter taste of the medicine melted away from his throat inch by inch, and as the pill entered his stomach, a warm current gushed out of his knees, which had not had much feeling left.

Driven by a certain force, he almost instinctively reached out and grabbed the fence on the corridor, and then carefully supported the pillar of the corridor, tremblingly propped up.

The moment his legs left the wheelchair, his heart burst into uncontrollable ecstasy.

He gasped heavily against the railing, and then stretched out his arms excitedly towards the outside of the corridor. The touch of the drizzle falling on his palm was so real that he couldn't help but want to shudder.

19 years, he has been trapped in this wheelchair for 19 years——

He has been bad for walking for so long that he has long forgotten what it feels like to stand up.

The young man wanted to cry with joy, he wanted to run down the corridor, and experience this dream-like freedom carefully, but when he took a breath, the strength suddenly retreated completely.

——The medicine has run out.

No...no-don't!
Mo Shuli, who fell back into the wheelchair, opened his eyes wide open, and the fear of gaining and losing it instantly overwhelmed him.

No one can safely accept the shackles all over his body after feeling the taste of freedom, especially a person like him who has been locked in that cage for more than ten years, so he is at a loss, like grabbing some life-saving straw Generally, grabbing the man's cloak suddenly——

"Sir, sir," the young man was full of fear, his teeth trembling uncontrollably, "what do you want?"

"Do you want gold, silver and jewelry, or do you want slave land? Or clay sculptures of golden bodies and incense offerings?"

"As long as you are willing to treat the boy, as long as you can have the boy you want - no matter what you want, the boy will definitely give it to you!"

"I beg you, I beg you to save the boy—" Mo Shuli clenched the cloth under his palm. At this moment, he did not have the slightest innate aura of nobility, let alone the slightest trace of elegance and calmness of a book. , only a group of panic panic.

——Like a god who suddenly fell into the mire, but also like a drowning man struggling to die.

Humble and lowly.

The man lowered his head and looked at the weak young man with a pale face, and said in a flat voice without any emotion, "Your Highness, what you said is not needed by a poor man."

"These can't be exchanged for the medicine to treat your illness."

Mo Shu raised his head politely, his eyes were full of pleading: "Then what do you need?"

"Just say it...you just say it!!"

"Your Highness, don't panic, Pindao doesn't want much." Warlock leaned over, a line of pale chin was exposed under the hood, and the sound of silver bells in his ear was interspersed with a strange little tune, and some indistinct twitches quietly emerged in his voice laugh.

"Pindao only needs His Highness to do a couple of small favors for the poor—"

*
On April [-]th of the third year of Dingning, it rained in Shangjingyun.

Yuan Lingwei stood in the courtyard, looked up at the sunny day on the dome, and felt a sense of a world away for no reason.

At the end of last year, Hauljiang successfully won the power of the Western Merchants, and the group of people in the desert cut off contact with her inexplicably.

She wanted to send two capable people to Xishang to interrogate the new king, but before she could send people, her youngest daughter, who was less than two years old, suddenly developed a high fever.

Since then, the daughters under her knees seem to have been stabbed into some kind of sickness. Today they have a headache, and tomorrow they have a cold...

A series of trivial matters were thrown down, and she was immediately slapped dizzy. By the time she managed to get herself out of the pile of chores in the eldest princess's mansion, the peach blossoms in the capital would have been in full bloom long ago.

——I don't know if Xiao Zhi and Master Bai are subdued.

There is also the famine in Dongjun and Nan Province and the more than [-] private soldiers of the Lu family...

She vaguely remembered that she had heard people say that at the Shangyuan Palace banquet, Master Bai had a big anger with Xiao Zhi and Lu Shi because of the taxes of the two provinces.

Lu Jinghong, who received a thousand knives, not only left Mr. Bai angrily, but also deliberately increased the tax ratio of the southern province by half.

It's just the opposite.

Yuan Lingwei narrowed her eyes and snorted lightly. She was about to go to the study to take a look at the government affairs that had fallen recently, when she felt a darkness above her head, and a paper umbrella quietly appeared behind her.

"Your Highness, you have been worried for a long time with the princesses. Today is a rare sunny day. Why don't you go out and have a rest, and then go to approve those papers." The umbrella maid whispered to Yuan Yuan Lingwei.

She has been serving Yuan Lingwei since she was a child, and her affection has always been extraordinary. Now that she sees the unconcealable tiredness and haggardness on her master's face, she can't help but feel pity in her heart.

"Today is the rest day, and it's still early."

"It's fine to go out for a walk..." Yuan Lingwei couldn't help being in a trance when she heard the words, she hesitated for a while, then nodded slightly, "Then you simply pack up your things and ask them to prepare a carriage."

"It just so happens that Ben Gong also wants to go outside Beijing to have a look."

"Here." The maid responded, and after she finished speaking, she left the hospital to look for the coachman. The servants of the eldest princess' mansion were used to their movements neatly, and within a moment, Yuan Lingwei had already boarded the carriage going out of the city.

... When there was a flood in the southern province last year, she seemed to have heard a courtier mention that many people from the affected counties and counties fled to the capital with their families to escape. The court did not allow foreigners to enter the city, so they They simply built a straw nest outside the city gate.

At that time, General Zhen Guo's Mansion had been serving porridge outside Beijing for a long time, but unfortunately she was busy with the messy affairs of the Western Merchants at that time, so she didn't have the chance to go out of the city in person.

At this time, the water has receded for less than half a year, and the people living outside the city should have all moved out.

Yuan Lingwei was in a daze, the carriage had already left the city gate while her thoughts were wandering, the soldiers guarding the city saw the carriage with the logo of the Princess's Mansion hanging on it, and hurriedly greeted her, she waved her hand, and then held up her skirt Put it down, get out of the car carefully.

It's just that the scene outside the city is different from what she imagined.

There are indeed few people left in the grass nests, but those rough grass nests that have been destroyed by rain, snow, wind and frost are still outside the capital.

A soldier was pulling a cart to transport something out. Seeing this, she couldn't help walking forward to see clearly, but after a few steps, her face suddenly turned pale.

——She could see clearly that those on the cart were wrapped in withered grass, and there were shriveled and emaciated corpses of ordinary people, and some of them even had large dark rot spots on their bodies!
"Those...what's the matter with those people?" Yuan Lingwei's face was pale, and her teeth were trembling uncontrollably.

She stopped a guard who was about to rush to help, and the man bowed his hands respectfully when he heard the sound, but his tone of mouth was completely accustomed to it: "Back to His Royal Highness, those people are hungry. dead."

"Starved to death?!" Yuan Lingwei stared in surprise, and raised her voice uncontrollably.

"That's right, I died of starvation." The soldier nodded, and said lightly, "Last year's rice crops were destroyed by severe drought and floods. This year's early rice crops haven't come yet."

"The ones who can still stay outside the capital are mostly elderly people and children who can't carry around."

"These people don't have much money, they are weak and they can't find anything to make a living."

"The General's Mansion comes to give porridge every day, but eating porridge alone may not make you hungry-there is a lack of food and meat everywhere in the country these days, and every household has tightened their belts to live. It’s hard to feed so many people.”

"Plus some people get sick and can't eat rice soup at all... It's bad, they will starve to death."

(End of this chapter)