Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

People in Yijing like sour and sweet, and their food is more refined. Ming Wanzhao’s imperial meals are naturally more beautiful, most of them are sweet. I don’t know if it’s because of the pearl bird that the little emperor ate this meal absent-mindedly. , just picked up the plate of snacks in front of him and ate them.

It was the Yunpian Cake in the palace, as thin as paper and as white as clouds.

Lu Yunchuan has eaten this food, it melts in the mouth, has a delicate fragrance, it is really delicious, but it is too sweet.

Also tired.

Ordinary people would just eat a few slices, but the little emperor didn't seem to notice it, and just ate the plate in front of him.

Lu Yunchuan didn't take it seriously at first, he just thought that the kid loves sweets, but thinking of his calmness when he took the medicine for no reason, he always felt that something was wrong.

After looking carefully for a moment, Lu Yunchuan's eyes froze.

His appearance when he was drinking the medicine was the same as the appearance when he was eating Yunpian Cake in front of him, there was no difference.

It's as if he doesn't care whether it's bitter or sweet, and he won't even frown.

Such composure should not appear on a mentally incompetent fool.

When the small plate of Yunpian Cake was finished and Ming Wanzhao was full, when someone came in to clean it up, Lu Yunchuan asked thoughtfully, "Your Majesty always eats like this?"

Bai Tan was stunned for a moment, then realized immediately, bowed his head and said: "My lord, Your Majesty doesn't eat much. He usually only picks one dish to eat, and he just eats it. He never touches other dishes."

Lu Yunchuan waved his hand to signal people to go down, then turned his head to look at Ming Wanzhao who had a cute face, and asked, "Why don't you eat other things? Don't you like it?"

Ming Wanzhao licked his palate with the tip of his tongue, his mouth was tasteless, no matter how delicious the food was in his mouth, it would be wasteful.Then he raised his eyes ignorantly, nodded, and said obediently, "I don't like it."

Before Lu Yunchuan could ask why, Ming Wanzhao pointed to the hibiscus cage and said, "Brother Lu, Pearl Bird."

Lu Yunchuan understood, and brought the hibiscus cage in front of Ming Wanzhao, the distance was a little closer, but the two little sparrows were still huddled together, motionless.

"Can you see clearly?" Lu Yunchuan asked.

Ming Wanzhao silently tapped his fingertips on the hibiscus cage, and asked blankly, "What?"

Lu Yunchuan was stunned, pointed to the two pearl birds and said, "Can you see what the pearl birds look like?"

Ming Wanzhao tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally gave the answer: "Round."

Lu Yunchuan's eyes were heavy and silent.

Even so close, he still couldn't see the pearl bird clearly. He hadn't seen it clearly before, so how could he know what it means to see clearly?

Lu Yunchuan sighed, sat aside, and asked, "How did Your Majesty recognize the subject?"

Ming Wanzhao said obediently: "I can hear it."

He smiled a little shyly, it really didn't look like a person of this age, but like a naive child, even his expression was immature.

Lu Yunchuan hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Isn't it bitter when you drink the medicine?"

Ming Wanzhao clenched his fingertips invisibly, and said calmly, "It's bitter, but it won't hurt after drinking it."

Lu Yunchuan's heart softened, and he reached out to touch the little emperor's loose black hair, as if to appease a small animal, thinking that the little emperor likes sweets so much, next time he enters the palace, bring him some candied fruits, so that he can relieve some pain when taking medicine .

Ming Wanzhao's energy today is much better than the previous two days, he sat down in front of the couch when he was full, and listened to Lu Yunchuan telling him about the outside world.

Outside the palace, outside Yijing, there are mountains, rivers and seas, anecdotes and anecdotes.

When Lu Yunchuan was young, he was wilder than he is now. Every time he was forced by his mother to finish reading, he would go horse racing and hunting with his sister. One day he went up the tree to dig out bird eggs, and the next day he went down the river to catch turtles. He said slowly, Also immersed in the old dream of the past.

"The Liu'e River flows through the original Lucheng. When the sun sets in midsummer, the water and the sky are the same color, and a large number of burning clouds are reflected on the river surface, and the scales are beautiful. But the Shage tribe calls that Hening Lama River." Lu Yunchuan said in Beijiang dialect After mentioning the name of the river, he used Daliang official words: "It means the water of life bestowed by God."

Ming Wanzhao listened very seriously, with a well-behaved expression.

Lu Yunchuan explained to himself: "My Northern Xinjiang dialect was taught by my mother, who was born in the Shage tribe."

In the Battle of Lingyang Pass, Lu Guanglan and Qi Hengze teamed up not only to force the northern border back, but also besieged and killed the then northern king Ha Yi in front of the battle. Once the northern king died, northern Xinjiang was in chaos immediately. The Shage tribe and the Chinu tribe The split gave Daliang a chance to breathe.

Speaking of his mother, Lu Yunchuan's expression softened a little, and even his voice softened, saying: "My mother is very gentle, she was sold to Daliang by relatives, my father taught her Daliang dialect, and even gave her the Liang dialect. name."

"Her name is Zijin."

Lu Yunchuan's eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, and he said softly: "That's the name of a kind of purple flower outside Yuanlu City, an inconspicuous little wild flower, when it blooms, it covers the mountains and plains, like smoky purple clouds falling on the ground."

He has never said these things to anyone, not even his father and sister. The death of his mother seems to have become an unspeakable taboo for the whole family. Lu Guanglan will quietly sit among the flowers when the purple flowers bloom. Throughout the day, Lu Ziyuan would often look at the sea of ​​flowers in a daze, but no one would mention it tacitly.

Lu Yunchuan was gloomy in his heart, but because there was only an ignorant little emperor at the moment, he said slowly: "My father said before that when he first met my mother, she was wearing purple clothes, and she was as embarrassed as rain. past violets."

Ming Wanzhao was silent all the time, but he was able to piece together a heart-wrenching story from Lu Yunchuan's words.

The young and clumsy general hero saves the beauty, teaches her to practice calligraphy, teaches her to speak, three books and six engagements, and a bright matchmaker is marrying.If it wasn't for the internal strife in Daliang, if it wasn't for the foreign enemies...

He was in a trance, and Lu Yunchuan was also in a trance.

Sitting on the dragon bed, Lu Yunchuan didn't care that the person facing him was Emperor Liang.He said slowly: "The imperial court's money is not easy. There is no difference between Lingxi, Yubei and Beijiang. In winter, there is heavy snow that can bury people alive. There are no living things in the ice and snow. Everyone just thinks how to survive the winter." One day, my mother served porridge during the day, and at night she took the maids in the mansion to sew winter clothes and shoes. At that time, what the people in Lingxi ate was what the Rongsu mansion ate, and what my mother ate. I have chilblains, and the medicine is not enough, and sometimes the blood stains on the fabric.”

He suddenly choked for a moment, took a deep breath, did not continue, only said softly: "She is a good person."

But she doesn't even deserve a name. When everyone mentions her, they only refer to the Beijiang girl, saying that she deserves what she deserves, and everyone is applauding the death of the Beijiang girl.

However, except for the soldiers in Lingxi, no one knows that the blood of the northern Xinjiang women was once stained on the winter clothes and shoes of the soldiers of Daliang. They relied on these to survive the harsh and cruel winters one after another, guarding the precarious Daliang. .