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In the military camp in the city, the torch was in the barracks, illuminating a person's face, and he was lying on the bed. The fire was shining in his eyes, as if his eyes were burning with a slight fire.
"Are you awake?"
The person lying in bed asked the people in the barracks.
There was a silence in the barracks, and one person said: "Wake up, what are you going to do. In the middle of the night, we will take turns to defend the city tomorrow, sleep early."
"What are the more dead here?" the man asked.
"You talk about your dreams." One person on the other side was woken up and said with dissatisfaction: "Don't you sleep more here?"
"Hehehe." The people on the side smiled. One of them asked the person who spoke at the beginning: "Hey, what do you want to say?"
"Nothing." The man under the fire pulled the quilt on his body: "I just want to ask, can you still have a meal at home?"
After that, he seemed helplessly: "My family is nearby. When I came out, my family had been out of food for several days. I don't know if they brought food."
The barracks were silent, no one laughed, no one was in contact, as if they were all asleep.
It’s probably after a while, when someone said dullly: “Nothing, this year is like this, who is still eating at home?”
"That is, we are in the barracks, we can still have a meal, and we don’t have a meal."
I don't know who turned over and smiled. "Who said no?"
"My family is still waiting for me to finish the winter and bring the counted grain to winter."
"Enough?" The man asked.
Everyone lay there quietly, some people clenched their fists, and some people stuffed their heads in their arms.
Occasionally you can hear a few sighs, or a few bitter smiles.
How can I, the more settled money, they have already asked, and it is good to be able to eat for half a month.
The man under the fire was silent: "There is still a meal in the military camp...."
"Want to eat, maybe there is a way..."
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The shallow grass between the walls of the palace is laid on the ground, and the blades of grass are bent on the slabs of the middle path.
Gu Nan walked through the path between the slate, here is the Gongzifu.
There were a lot of footsteps coming from outside, and it was the patrol of the army.
Fu Sugang is the successor. She is Lang Zhongling and is responsible for the palace guards. In these few days, she must focus on the safety of the place.
At the end of the path, Gu Nan saw a figure standing there, and the figure appeared to be old, standing in the courtyard of the Gongzifu.
In the courtyard of Gongzifu, a white-shirt boy is sitting there on a table with a roll of bamboo slips. It seems that he has read a roll and is ready to pick up the next roll.
He hastily succeeded to the throne, and there are many things that need to be understood and grasped.
Gu Nan walked the path and walked to the person standing outside the courtyard.
The man turned his head back, and the old state of his face showed a bit more under the illumination of the lights in the courtyard. The hair went white a lot, and the black robes on his body were draped over the shoulders and swayed in the wind at night."School, how are you here?"
Gu Nan stopped and stood on the side of Li Si.
Li Si moved his eyes and looked at the teenager in the courtyard: "Just look."
"And I have a first-time political affairs. If there is any doubt, I will answer one or two."
The wind in the night was a little cold, and Lis coughed for a while, tightening his robes.
Looking at the boy who leaned over the table, the figure was very tired. He blinked and seemed to want to sleep, but he did not dare to sleep. He blinked and continued to look at the bamboo slip.
Gu Nan asked: "How is your majesty?"
Li Si smiled a bit, like gratification, but also like helplessness: "Your Majesty is very hard."
It can only be like this. The number of Qinzhong affairs in this year is unimaginable. The disasters left by the snow and drought, and the plague have just gone, the situation in various places has not improved.
The disasters that fell that day covered all parts of the country. There was almost no food and income in one year, and there were chaos in the north.
How to appease the people's livelihood, how to adjust the grain and grass, how to distribute the military.
All these things have been crushed on the children of the first government, and how much he can handle. It is rare to be able to use the politics.
Gu Nan did not say anything, turned and left to continue to patrol the palace.
Leone alone stood there, and there seemed to be some swing in the wind, and his face showed a bit of tired look.
He remembered something and silently read: "Kyushu's sorrow, 100 counties and Qin."
There was no sound outside the court, and Li Si stood there watching the lights in the courtyard.
In the middle of the night, the lights in the son's house were gone.
Fusu stood up from the table and walked through the courtyard to the outside.
He is not prepared to rest, but is ready to go.
The expression on his face was a little dull, his footsteps were slow, and he stepped out of the courtyard along the corridor.
Lisi looked at the lights in the courtyard and turned away.
Fusu walked in the courtyard, and the footsteps of the dull armor came from outside the hospital. He knew that there was a military patrol nearby.
The grass in the courtyard is stained with moonlight with some gray ash, and the slate is also covered with a light color.
Fusu is in the hospital, he has some
I don't understand what I am thinking about now.
He only knows that the father has gone, no one is watching him again, and no one is standing on his side again, saying that the day is green.
"Da Qin flourished." Fusu muttered, he still remembers this is the most often said by his father when he taught him.
He often stands on the side of the pavilion in the palace and looks far away.
Is it really possible to have a prosperous life?
He wants to ask, he has seen the bamboo slips of the books in various places. Where is the prosperous world that Daqin asked for?
"Your Majesty." There was a voice behind him.
Fusu looked back, and it was a general in white who stood at the courtyard and looked at him.
"General?" The general he knew. He had seen her.
He was very impressed with her, her face was very cold, and it hurts people.
"Isn't you still resting?" the general asked him.
Fusu shook his head: "After a while."
The general nodded and prepared to recede.Fusu stopped her: "General, the death of the father is God's will?"
The white robe stopped the footsteps, half-sounding, and whispered softly: "Your Majesty, there is no God in this world."
"Why, there are so many people who say that it is God's will?"
Fusu licked his mouth. He didn't understand. What is wrong with this world?
Wrong to be destined to collect.
The white armor will no longer speak, and the night is cool and watery.
Fusu felt a little cold and asked the general's last question: "General, will Daqin really be a prosperous world?"
In exchange for a silence, Fusu smiled a bit, and the bitter look was so out of place on a teenager's face.
He was about to leave, but there was a voice behind him: "Your Majesty will be alive."
He turned his head back, and the white armor would be like laughing at him: "So many people use their lives to ask for it, can't you call that sky open?"
The white armor will say: "And, I promised someone else."
I also asked for a lifetime, how can I give it up?
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