Tang's dining table

Yun Luan doesn't like Princess Huarui.

The main reason is that the princess nicknamed Huarui is a crybaby.

He was still busy making up his homework, so Li Huarui made sure to let him stretch his face over so that she could pinch and play with it.

"Li Han..." Yun Luan's ear was once again grabbed by Li Huarui, causing the brush in his hand to draw a long black ink mark on the paper. Yun Luan finally became angry.

Li Han was not a fool. When she saw that she was in trouble, she ran away in a hurry. Others did not dare to hit her, but she knew that Yun Luan dared!

Yun Guanghu took away the five pieces of paper that were useless after writing at once, and gave him some advice: "Otherwise, if you write with charcoal, it will be difficult to control the brush."

Yun Luan sighed and said, "Aye is not allowed to use charcoal before you have mastered calligraphy with calligraphy."

Yun Guan said: "Old man Chu said that Aye's writing is worse than catching the traces of a toad crawling out after dipping it in ink. Your handwriting is actually very good. I think it is better than Aye's writing. You should be able to use charcoal." Pen."

Yun Luan said: "That's different. Although my Aye's handwriting is ugly, people are watching the "Hummy Room Inscription" on the outside wall of our house all day long. There are also people who imitate Aye's handwriting. So, don't say it again in the future. If the word Aye is ugly, it can only be said to be unique."

Yun Luan hates people saying that his Aye's handwriting is not good-looking. Although his mother-in-law sometimes says it, Yun Luan still hates being judged by others.

After the maids laid out the paper again, Yun Luan started to make up for her homework again.

It’s not too hot in Chang’an in July, but it’s really hot in Chang’an in August.

Even though there was an iceberg belonging to the boss in the room, Yun Luan still wore fewer and fewer clothes when she was writing. Finally, she took off her shorts and squatted on a chair to write furiously.

Yun Guan would help him wipe the sweat off his chin, neck, and back from time to time. Yu Xiurong sneaked over to take a look, then stayed away, very satisfied with his youngest son's behavior.

Also, the children of the Yun family do not lack perseverance at all.

When they returned to their own yard, they saw Naha and Hua Rui stripping down to their undergarments. Two maids from the Western Regions were working hard to fan their mother and daughter to cool off.

When Yu Xiurong saw Naha's exposed white flesh, she felt a surge of unknown anger. Just when she wanted to speak, Naha said feebly: "Even if you throw me on the street, I won't wear these clothes anymore. It’s so uncomfortable to have sweat sticking to your body.”

"Your house is almost turning into an ice cave, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

"No, it's too humid. It's still that cold and humid. Taking a breath is like taking a sip of water. Oh my God, it's so hot. I forget it."

"Then you can't expose your skin like this. Are you still shameless if people tell you?"

Naha looked at Yu Xiurong and said, "You are useless. If my brother were here, he would definitely be able to come up with a way to keep me cool, ventilated, dry and have a good night's sleep."

Yu Xiurong was silenced by Naha's words. At this time, Yun Jin came back and wanted to get close to Aunt Naha, but Naha pushed her away.

"Don't lean on me, like a stove."

Yun Jin saw that her aunt was really too hot, and Li Han was too hot to have any energy. She suddenly remembered that Chang'an was too hot in the past, and Aye wiped the sweat from his forehead when his brothers and sisters went to Wannian County Prison to escape the summer heat. Shuidao: "I know it's cool there and I can have a good sleep."

Yu Xiurong said angrily: "Aye is not here, so you are not allowed to go to the Wannian County dungeon."

Naha looked at Yun Jin in surprise and said, "Where is it cooler?"

Yun Jin nodded repeatedly and said: "It's cool, very cool. It's still a little cold when I sleep at night."

When Naha heard this, she jumped up from her chair and gave a series of orders to the maids to change her clothes and prepare the carriage. She was about to move into the Wannian County dungeon.

With her brother gone, Naha doesn't believe that what she said will be useless in Wannian County?

Yu Xiurong wanted to stop him. He looked up at the bright white sun in the sky and said to Yun Jin, "Take your brother and the gangster with you. Your brother is so hot that he has prickly heat."

When the large group of people, escorted by Zhang Jia, went down to the dungeon that had been cleaned by Yan Jiu and the others, Yu Xiurong found that the house had become empty, leaving only her and Ms. Cui, who managed the inner house, staring at each other.

"Am I being too harsh?"

Yu Xiurong asked Cui while shaking her cattail leaf fan.

It has been nearly twenty years since Ms. Cui entered the Yun family. The half-dead woman who was once tortured has now returned to her former noble lady appearance. Although her hair has turned gray, she looks very energetic.

"Madam, I have never treated anyone harshly. Our Yun family is special."

Yu Xiurong smiled and said: "Is it special there?"

Mrs. Cui said with a smile: "It's all because of the talented people, so it's not easy to control or listen to them. I'll just wait until the head of the family comes back."

Yu Xiurong sighed and said: "Now that the southwest is pacified, my husband will no longer have the opportunity to lead troops on expeditions. It is really unimaginable that such an active person like him will one day calm down."

Cui said: "The master of the family has many things hidden in his heart. Nowadays, everyone says that Chang'an's prosperity has reached its peak, but I know that the master of the family is dissatisfied with the current situation of Chang'an.

I don't know what Chang'an is like to be a Chang'an that can satisfy the family owner. "

I hope he can put down all his burdens, calm down, and enjoy the city he has built for so long. "

Cui said: "I used to say that if you achieve any goal, you should take a good rest. As a result, after the goal was achieved, you discovered that there are bigger goals ahead that need to be achieved. Looking at the mountains, you can't stop in the end. A lifetime on the road.

Climbing heights may be a man's nature. "

When the sun sets to the west, Chang'an City becomes even hotter. After Yu Xiurong took a bath, he was covered in sweat again within a short time.

Seeing the dogs that Yun Chu raised for several children, all lying under the iceberg and licking the ice water, Yu Xiurong opened his arms and let the warm wind pass through the wide sleeves, taking away a trace of the heat.

The setting sun shines on the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, shining the entire tower bright red, as if it is on fire. The flames on the Tianshu of Wan Guo Song De, which is higher than it, are still burning. Because there is no wind, the smoke generated by the flames goes straight into the sky. .

This year's weather in Chang'an has been unexpectedly hot. Since July, not a single drop of rain has fallen in Chang'an. It is a certain fact that the surrounding autumn grain harvest will be cut off.

Because all the newly grown seedlings in the fields have been scorched by the sun. It’s not that the farmers have never thought of watering them. They just use overturning trucks and water trucks to transport the water. It takes a day or two to be evaporated by the sun. .

The failure of autumn harvests in the surrounding farmland was a big deal in the past.

Now, even the farmer himself, seeing that the seedlings were hopeless, dropped his bucket and went to find a shaded place to sleep. The farmer felt that it was not worth risking his life for this small amount of food.

There is no autumn grain harvest. Anyway, the government will allocate some relief grain. Now that we are not planting autumn grain, we have the opportunity to go to work in the city and earn enough wages to buy grain.

Only the farmers near Chang'an thought so. If it were another place, it would be a disaster.

The bright white sun shines on the empty Zhuque Street, and the copper bulls on both sides of the street are so hot that they seem to melt. In this weather, even the most handsome guy cannot open his mouth to invite customers to come in and rest.

A camel team walked in from outside the city. Even the most heat-resistant camels saw the clean canal beside Zhuque Street. Regardless of the heavy cargo on their bodies, they knelt beside the clean canal one by one and stretched out their long necks to drink water. .

The camel caravan was not allowed to enter Chang'an City. The bad guy Feng San wanted to leave the shaded land several times to drive the camel caravan out of Chang'an City. Every time he entered the sunland, he felt like he was going to die.

It wasn't until the man on the camel fell off with a squeak that Feng San cursed and left the shade. He was very sure that the guy on the camel must have suffered from heatstroke. Otherwise, no one would be able to survive in such a hot weather. Lying on the hot ground, still motionless.

He came over and pulled the barbarian man, and found that the man's face was flushed and wet all over. He knew that it was unlikely that this guy would survive. However, he still held on to the last glimmer of hope and threw the man into the ditch.

The water in the canal flows outside the city. If this guy survives, he will eventually be taken out of the city by the canal water and wake up on his own. If he cannot survive, he will follow the water and flow into the moat.

In this case, life or death has nothing to do with him.

The best thing is that when the camels saw their master floating away in the water, they slowly followed the man floating in the water out of the city.

There were many people in the shade. Seeing Feng San's handling methods, they all felt that the problem was not big. He was just a barbarian. Feng San was showing mercy by not confiscating his camel team.

The camel team should not have entered Chang'an, they should have gone to Qujiang City to trade.

Feng San ran back to the shade with sweat, drank a meal with herbal tea in his arms, patted his belly full of tea, and smiled at the people around him: "It's better this time. My stomach was already bloated, and I drank so much water." , it looks like you don’t need to eat the evening meal today.”

An old man next to me said: "It doesn't matter how much water I drink, I don't even have a pee, I'm sweating all the damn time, what's the reason this year? It doesn't matter if it doesn't rain, it's still so hot."

What evil has the imperial court committed again? "

A guy who looked like a scholar said: "There are too many people to kill. Xue Shuai killed less Khitans in the east than bears in the forest. Yun Shuai was in the southwest, killing tens of thousands at every turn. Tens of thousands of people were beheaded in the south. When the government guards captured the Kunlun slaves from the forest, they wanted to include the monkeys as well. It would be strange if God did not punish them."

"What a fucking nonsense, it was the Khitans in the east who attacked our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty first, and it was Shengluopi in the west who ambushed our soldiers of the Tang Dynasty first. More than 10,000 soldiers died in the east, and six soldiers died in the southwest. There are thousands of iron armors and more than 10,000 civilians.

People from the Tang Dynasty who dare to treat me like this, who will die if they don't die?

I really don’t know what those barbarians think. Isn’t it good to live well? "

"I don't care how many barbarians the generals killed, I just want to know when it will rain. If it doesn't rain, it will be hot to death."

Feng San smiled and looked at a group of people talking nonsense in the shade. In the past, when the ministers of the court were arranged like this, he, a bad person, would have scolded him, but now, no one cares.

There is already news on the market about the independent battle between three thousand barbarians in our county, and no one seems to be taking care of it.

Anyway, it was the Taiping years, and everyone was very tolerant. Just say a few words. Otherwise, there wouldn't be any interesting conversation topics in this peaceful world. Wouldn't it be too boring?