Datang Fenghua Road

At that time, the Taiyuan Wang family led more than 300 families to rebel, and they were still cleaned up at once. The three guards of the West Mansion swung their butcher knives, and thousands of people fell to the ground in the entire Tang Dynasty. I still remember that five years ago there was a villain named Wang Lingyun, who brought a hundred thousand The swordsman guards killed a circle in the Central Plains, and all the families that participated in the rebellion did not even leave a child behind.

A group of officials rushed out of the government office and almost rushed home each other. They were impatient to start the Buddha election, hoping that it would make Han Yue happy.

There was a Luoyang government office in Nuoda, and soon there was only one person left in Luoyang.

He raised his head and looked up at the sky, suddenly muttered to himself and sighed, "I hope I didn't do anything wrong, I hope I didn't disobey you..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden sound of trivial footsteps behind him, but when he saw a [-]- or [-]-year-old girl walk out quietly, he said worriedly: "Father, without His Highness's consent, let Luoyang officials start selecting Buddhist sons in advance, this matter will I won't break His Highness's taboo, and I'm afraid it will cause His Highness to rage again."

Luoyang Prefecture Yin gave a wry smile and sighed: "This is the end of the matter, we can only try. Being a father is no longer an official. To put it bluntly, he is a sinner whose head is temporarily recorded on his neck. The worst thing is to kill his head. ."

Even though he said that, he was actually a little unsure, and he muttered to himself: "That Highness is kind-hearted, I hope he can see the sincerity of our plea, if, if..."

He suddenly turned to look at his daughter, and said solemnly, "If your father guessed wrong this time, causing His Highness Lei Ting to be furious, then Doudou, you should leave home and run away, go to the people and be an ordinary woman, and find a better commoner to marry. Don't take the lead in your life, and don't think about hating Your Highness."

The girl froze for a while, and said in surprise, "What's wrong with you, father? Doudou is my brother's nickname! When he was four years old, he fell ill and could not be saved. He has been dead for ten years."

"No!" The Luoyang government roared suddenly, and even his face became a little hideous. He rumbled forward two steps, stared at his daughter eagerly, and said loudly: "Remember, you are Doudou, your nickname It's Doudou, no matter who asks you, just tell him your name is Doudou, remember?"

His voice was loud and his emotions were very excited. The girl was startled by him and said timidly, "Father, you?"

The governor of Luoyang grabbed his daughter's palm and solemnly warned: "Remember, your baby name is Doudou, good daughter, you must remember..."

When the girl saw her father like this, she quickly nodded her head obediently, and said softly, "My daughter remembers, my baby name is Doudou. No matter who asks me, I will answer like this."

"Ugh..." The Luoyang governor let out a long sigh, and the excitement on his face gradually eased.

The girl meekly embraced the old father's arm, her bright eyes were obviously curious, she put her head lightly on the old father's shoulder, and then asked cautiously, "Father, why do you have to change my nickname?"

The governor of Luoyang was silent for a while, then he sighed and murmured: "I also plan ahead for my father, so as not to die from resentment in the future. If we really disobey His Highness this time, our family will definitely be beheaded. If you change your name, you can survive the catastrophe."

The girl's face was puzzled, and she opened her mouth to ask again, but the Luoyang governor suddenly patted her little head and said kindly, "Don't ask, silly girl, you just need to remember that the name Doudou is very powerful and a father. Renaming you like this can protect you from being beheaded..."

Speaking of which, he gently pushed his daughter away, then strode out of the hall door, and said solemnly: "Since you want to choose a Buddhist son, you will make it a bit louder. The girl stays at home and does not go out, and fight for her father again."

His slightly hunched body seems to have become straighter, as if he has returned to the era when he followed Li Yuan and Li Shimin to fight for hegemony 20 years ago. Although he is old, he has to work hard for the sake of his family.

The girl watched the old man leave from a distance, her bright eyes flashed a few times, she was actually very smart, and knew why her father changed her name.

"Doudou, Doudou..." The girl murmured twice, her expression a little strange.

She looked at the figure of the old man leaving from a distance, and said softly: "This is the name of the princess of the West Palace. Father, you are really well-intentioned."

The governor of Luoyang changed his daughter's name just to win Han Yue's pity. Even if he was actually convicted and beheaded, maybe his daughter could be pardoned because of her name.

"By the way, King Zhao..." The girl suddenly flashed her eyes and ran out of the door with the corners of her skirt in hand.

She didn't dare to take the road that the old man left, for fear that her father would find out that she had gone out secretly, she followed the small gate of the mansion and walked all the way to Luoyang Street.

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Chapter 724: Folk affairs, you can only know it if you integrate into it

At this time, Luoyang Street, the voices of people have become noisy, but I see countless Luoyang yamen take to the streets and enter the various squares where the people live.

Numerous servants in the homes of officials have also been mobilized.I saw people's voices everywhere and people's heads surging in the street. In less than an hour, everyone knew about the selection of Buddha in Luoyang.

This was the case in ancient times, when the officials moved their mouths, but the subordinates broke their legs, the mobilization power of the yamen was still very high, and the people especially trusted the officials in the yamen.

At this time, Han Yue was still on the streets of Luoyang.

He ate two rough cakes at a cake stand in the morning, and then wandered to a tea stand selling local tea. This tea stand was set up by an old woman. Disliked the cheap tea, he took out five big coins and asked for two full pots.

He drank tea and basked in the sun, and was unspeakably leisurely. During the period, he chatted with a group of peddlers, and even took off his shoes when he was in high spirits. He buckled his feet while laughing loudly.

The big guy with his feet can be seen everywhere.

No one would have thought that this was the highest king of the dynasty.

The vendors and pawns drinking tea at the tea stall chatted happily, and even patted Han Yue on the shoulder when they were excited. If they knew that this young man was King Zhao of the Western Mansion, they would probably fall to their knees in an instant.

The sun is gradually rising three poles, shedding a vast golden light.

As Luoyang officials made up their minds to take the initiative to choose Buddhist sons, there were more and more yamen servants walking back and forth on the streets.

Han Yue seemed to be drinking tea and chatting, but in fact he had been paying attention to the movement on the street. When he saw countless servants walking on the street, a slight smile finally appeared on his face.

It was at this moment that a group of merchants and pawns at the tea stall also found the yamen. A middle-aged man seemed to know a certain yamen very well. Let's go, tell the uncle what this is for?"

The yamen was a young boy. At first glance, he was from a peasant family. He was not angry when he was held by a middle-aged man. Instead, he shouted an uncle, and then he explained: "The yamen has an order, and he wants to be in the whole Luoyang. To start the big event of selecting Buddhist sons, I heard that it was the intention of King Zhao of the Western Prefecture, and he wanted to choose Buddhist sons to go to Tianzhu to obtain scriptures."

"Choose Buddha, go to Tianzhu?"

The dealer pawns present became interested.

There is indeed a strong Buddhist style in Luoyang. Although not everyone believes in Buddhism, they are very concerned about Buddhism.

The man's face was obviously a little eager, and he dragged the little yamen and asked anxiously: "What does this say about the selection of Buddhists, do you have to choose the masters in the temple? What do you say after the selection, will you be sent to Tianzhu? Great Buddha Country?"

He asked two questions in a row, and he seemed to be very attentive. Han Yue sat on the tea stand and watched coldly, and he had a better understanding of the degree of Buddhism in Luoyang.

It's a pity that the yamen's rank is too low to answer the middle-aged man's question. He can only touch his forehead with embarrassment on his face, and said embarrassingly: "Uncle Liu, don't ask, no matter how much you ask me, I don't know how to answer. The adults just let the yamen take to the streets to notify, and we don't know what it will be like for the time being."

"Oh, it's just a notice..." The middle-aged man was a little disappointed, and let the yamen leave.

Han Yue suddenly came over with a tea bowl, smiled and said, "Uncle Liu cares about choosing a Buddha? I think you asked very carefully. Could it be that someone in the family is a monk in a temple, or that you believe in Buddhism yourself?"

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "I believe in shit, not for the sake of children."

"The child is in the temple?" Han Yue's eyes flashed.

"Yeah, in the temple!" The middle-aged man sighed, his face obviously missing.

Han Yue moved a stool and sat on the side, pretending to be curious and asked, "Uncle, you don't believe in Buddhism, why did you send your children to the temple? You know that once you become a monk, you will be isolated from your parents, and you will not be able to pass on the family lineage in the future... …”

The middle-aged man was a little bored, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed Han Yue, and said angrily, "You are so curious, why do you want to ask so many questions?"

Han Yue was pushed back and forth by him, but he didn't show any anger at all. He chuckled lightly while holding the tea bowl, and said, "Ask, just ask, the kid is not from Luoyang, I am a small trader from Chang'an. You have seen it these past few days, the next transaction failed to be completed, and you spent the whole day hanging out at the tea stall..."

After speaking for a while, he pretended to sigh and said, "Alas, anyway, I won't be able to make any money this time, so I have to listen to some customs and the like and bring it back to show off, or else when I get home, maybe there is a hole in my family. I suspect that I didn't go out. When I get angry, I will be scolded next."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and the peddlers next to him laughed, and a bronze-colored porter approached, winked and said, "Little brother, listen to what you mean, aren't your maids very sturdy? Don't be shy, Brother, I am the same, ah ha ha, every time I go out to make money, I have to ask for a long time to go to bed when I go home..."

Han Yue touched his nose, thinking that my daughter-in-law would not do this.But he deliberately wanted to blend in with this group of low-level people, so he showed a look that you understand on his face.

Sure enough, this look made everyone laugh and laugh, and they all felt that this young man was very easy-going.

The bronze-skinned porter suddenly slapped Han Yue on the shoulder and laughed: "I'll tell you the truth, don't blame Brother Liu for being angry with you, in fact, not only his children were sent to the temple, we also have children. Become a monk."