rebirth [rebirth]

The first few days when Princess Jiayue came here was very peaceful.

No one told her about Fu Cong's condition, and she never asked.

With the old doctor's medicine, Fu Cong's illness got better, his fever subsided, and he stopped coughing day and night.

Although she has not woken up yet, it is still a good sign. Princess Jiayue gradually became happier and more energetic.

Fu Yanhe, on the other hand, lost weight day by day.

He is the second son of Uncle Changle, and he has the eldest son, so the title is destined not to fall to his head.Fu Yanhe didn't care too much. When he was ten years old, he learned martial arts from his master everywhere and practiced a superb martial arts. He came back ten years later and won the champion of martial arts. The eldest princess became the son-in-law.

He was tall, more than eight feet tall, and stood out as a strong man, but looking at him now, he was pale and tired, like a scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken.

Rong Jingxuan handed over all the political affairs to Ning Yuan [-], and asked him to supervise them first, while he and Xie Mingze stayed with his sister's family all day long.

At noon on the fourth day, Fu Cong finally woke up.

The thin child was wrapped in a thick quilt, like a baby in a swaddle.

His long eyelashes moved and he slowly opened his eyes.

Rong Jingxuan was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him, beside him was Xie Mingze, Princess Jiayue was finally taken to rest by Fu Yanhe, and missed the moment when her son woke up.

Little Fu Cong's eyes were very dark, as if he had slept for too long, he was still a little dazed when he woke up, but soon, he recognized Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze.

"Uncle, Uncle Ze..." he said in a hoarse voice.

Rong Jingxuan took his hand and replied in a low voice: "Well, Cong'er, all the uncles are here, you are home."

Fu Cong showed a happy smile.

Contrary to yesterday's situation, Xie Mingze couldn't bear to watch it now.

Fu Cong woke up very briefly, and when Princess Jiayue arrived, he had already fallen asleep again.

This sleep was very deep, and he didn't wake up again until dinner time.

It seemed that he hadn't seen his parents for a long time, and he rarely acted like a baby. He stretched out his hands from the quilt and said in a hoarse voice, "Mother, give me a hug."

Princess Jiayue picked him up and held him tightly in her arms.

She really wanted him to be still in his stomach at this moment, so that she could raise him with her own body and not let him suffer any harm.

Fu Cong seemed to be more energetic. He reached out and stroked his mother's hair, and called her with a smile, "Mother, mother..."

Princess Jiayue's eyes gradually became wet. Fu Yanhe walked up to the two of them and hugged them tightly.

Fu Cong called him again: "Father, I'm hungry."

Fu Yanhe hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, Cong'er can eat whatever he wants?"

Fu Cong thought about it, and felt a little embarrassed: "I want to eat, cake."

The cake he was talking about was sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which was his favorite cake, but it was a bit too sweet, and Princess Jiayue always forbade him to eat it.

So whenever he behaves well and his parents want to praise him and reward him, he will eat cakes.

This time, Princess Jiayue responded straightforwardly: "Okay, mother will send someone to buy it right away, baby, have some porridge first, and then eat cakes, okay?"

Fu Cong buried his small face in his mother's arms, and nodded shyly.

On this day, he ate a bowl of rice porridge and half a piece of sugar cake.

It seemed that he had slept for too long a while ago, and he looked very refreshed after eating, without the slightest sign of being sleepy.

He even asked his father: "Father, I'm comfortable and not in pain. Are you cured?"

Fu Yanhe held back his tears and touched his head, and said to him, "Cong'er is cured, so I can eat more sweets and cakes in the future."

Xiao Fu Cong narrowed his eyes with a smile.

After dinner, he asked Xie Mingze to carry him out to see the snow scene, and Rong Jingxuan accompanied the two of them out of the big tent.

Fu Cong was wrapped in a thick cotton padded jacket, and he curled up in Xie Mingze's arms, happy and at ease.

The brave camp seems to have everything he is curious about, the brilliant stars in the sky, the misty mountain shadows in the distance, the white snow under the feet, and the endless barracks.

The red background, blue and yellow embroidered tiger flag of the brave army fluttered in the icy cold wind.

Fu Cong stared intently.

Rong Jingxuan held his hand and assured him: "When you grow up, the uncles will take you to travel all over Dachu, okay?"

Fu Cong nodded seriously: "Okay."

Although he only watched a cup of tea, Fu Cong was still satisfied.

Back in the barracks, Fu Cong returned to his mother's arms.

He held his mother's hand tightly and said to him, "Mother, I'm sleepy."

Under the shadow of the lamp, Princess Jiayue's beautiful face was emitting a soft light. She kissed her son's still warm little face and said, "Okay, Cong'er sleeps well today, and there will be cakes tomorrow."

Fu Cong closed his eyes happily.

Never opened it again.

In the starry night, everything was silent. Princess Jiayue hugged her son and wept silently.

Fu Yanhe held a long piano and played a lullaby with the broken strings.

Rong Jingxuan sat in the room all night, Xie Mingze sat beside him, not saying a word.

The melodious lullaby was played all night, until the dawn of the sky, it gradually weakened.

A new day has come.

Rong Jingxuan stood up suddenly, quickly ran out of the door, and went directly to the barracks of Princess Jiayue next door.

Xie Mingze followed closely behind him.

In the room, Princess Jiayue had already wiped away her tears, and she had helped her son change into brand new clothes, and she was letting him lie on the bed with a thick quilt covering his body.

Fu Cong's face was pale and thin, his eyes were closed, as if he was still sleeping peacefully.

Beside them, Fu Yanhe was holding Qin, eyes closed, tears were still on his face, and blood was glaring on his hands.

Rong Jingxuan suddenly lifted his robe, bent his knees and knelt directly in front of Princess Jiayue.

"Sister, all this is my fault, if you don't leave the city..."

Princess Jiayue turned around abruptly, her eyes were red and swollen, but she wasn't crying at the moment.

She sternly said, "We don't leave the city? If we leave the city and wait for the whole family to be arrested by someone surnamed Chen, what will happen? You know better than me."

Rong Jingxuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.

He once vowed that the mountains and rivers would never be restored, so he would never shed a tear again, but now, facing his nephew's early death, he really had nowhere to vent the grief in his heart, so he had to vent it out in this way.

"Ah!!!" he yelled.

"Forget it, let's stop fighting, stop fighting, otherwise none of us will survive and we will all die!" Rong Jingxuan shouted.

Princess Jiayue stepped forward quickly, raised her right hand high, and hit Rong Jingxuan on the face with a "slap".

She was raised in the deep palace since she was a child, she is a gentle and tender girl, this slap on Rong Jingxuan's face didn't hurt at all to be honest.

But Rong Jingxuan felt as if his heart was about to split open, and the pain couldn't go away.

"Coward! My brother is not like that!"

Princess Jiayue's eyes were red, but her brows were cold.

"My mother didn't cry, why are you crying? Although Cong'er has already left, he walked in a decent and peaceful way. If he is captured by that Chen, he can only die as a prisoner!"

"He's my son, he can't die like that, do you understand Jing Xuan?"

Rong Jingxuan stared at this always gentle and graceful sister in a daze.

Although she is not Queen Roujia's own princess, she grew up beside Queen Roujia. If one of the four children resembles her the most, it must be Princess Jiayue.

Princess Jiayue bent down and wiped the tears from her younger brother's face: "Da Chu is my Rong family's Da Chu, and the people are also my Da Chu's people. Even if I, Jiayue, still have a breath, I want to return to the glory of Da Chu, and I will return to Da Chu's glory." To avenge my Cong'er who died early."

She stared at Rong Jingxuan: "Jingxuan, your nephew can't die in vain, and neither can your teacher. Those soldiers who died on the battlefield, those people who died of hunger and cold, can't die in such a desolate way." , do you remember?"

Rong Jingxuan nodded.

He remembered that even if Princess Jiayue didn't say anything, these relatives who died one after another would always remind him that the past should not be forgotten.

"Sister, I remember."

Princess Jiayue let go of her hand, and slowly sat back beside her son.

"This is the mother's natal home. She grew up here. Now that Cong'er has passed away here, I believe the mother will take good care of him."

Princess Jiayue touched her son's cold face and said with a smile.

On May 23, the first year of Chen Shuntian, Congshang, the eldest son of Princess Jiayue, was less than three years old.

At the end of May in the first year of Chen Shuntian, there was a severe drought in Lishui River and a snowstorm in Fengcheng. The people who survived the winter with difficulty could only face the cropless fields.

The governors of the two counties of the North Second County jointly signed a letter to petition for the people, asking for relief money first, and then asking for agricultural tax relief.

At the beginning of June, the court did not approve.

In June, when it was supposed to be warm and rainy, the people in Li'an County where Lishui belonged had no water to eat, while Fengning County, where Fengcheng belonged, was as cold as winter.Only a few days passed, and the convenience of the people did not make a living.

The guards of the two counties wrote again, pleading with the imperial court for disaster relief.

On the thirteenth day of the sixth month, two fast horses galloped out from Yong'an and galloped towards the two counties.

On June [-]th, the governor of Fengcheng received an imperial edict, ordering him to open the treasury for disaster relief, and to pay the agricultural tax the next year instead.

The governor of Fengcheng was so angry that his whole body was cold.

Since the 35th year of Yongyan, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued. Although Fengcheng looks rich and happy, there is really no food in the treasury. Last year, it snowed heavily. If he hadn’t decided to open the treasury, the people of Fengcheng would definitely not be able to survive. Now.

Also... there is no reduction or exemption of agricultural tax, and it has to be paid up next year.

The governor of Fengcheng couldn't help sneering when he saw the dazzling vermilion words on the edict.

At the beginning, the man surnamed Chen held up a banner saying that he would plead for the people, but he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone when he wore a brocade robe and dragon robe. He had only been emperor for a month.

He was also a farmer, why didn't he think about it, how could the people who survived the disaster year have money to pay taxes the next year?

It is not easy to survive.

The governor of Fengcheng looked at Tong San and the master who were waiting anxiously beside him, and said decisively: "Let someone prepare the horse, and I want to discuss with Master Zhou."

The governor of Lishui County was surnamed Zhou, and he was a Jinshi on the same list with him. They both worshiped under Gu Zhenli's school, and they were regarded as brothers in the same school.

Two days later, Lang Ningyou, governor of Fengcheng County, changed into a green robe and went to the Yongwu camp alone.

This time, not only the brave Marquis Feng Bairui was waiting for him.

At this time, Rong Jingxuan, who was in the Yongwu camp, opened the second letter left by his mother ahead of time.