In the north of the Chinese Empire, in the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Tang Dynasty, the night is blurry, the wind is as cool as water, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the fragrance in Chang'an City is far away.

August osmanthus, the fragrance strikes people, there is no curfew in Chang'an City tonight, every household has hung red lanterns, the people on the street are like weaving, there is a kind of commercial pedestrian street taste that is crowded with people in later generations, noisy and noisy, prosperous and lively.

Walking on the street, you can hear the shouts of the vendors along the street from time to time, and there are the loud voices of the Jianghu performers, and there are also the bare-chested orchids to solicit customers, and the street food stalls exude the aroma, mixed with the rich and refreshing fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and there is a peaceful image everywhere, highlighting the prosperity of the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty.

The most prosperous thing in Chang'an is Suzaku Street, and the most prosperous thing on Suzaku Street is the Royal Shopping Plaza, which is similar to the commercial complex of later generations, which is divided into exquisite shops with different goods.

In front of the shopping mall, there are two huge pot stoves, the fire under the pot is blazing, and the aroma of porridge is overflowing, this is a place for the poor people to give hot porridge, which has been open for seven or eight years.

When the soup kitchen first opened, there were countless recipients, but as time went on, few people came to eat here. It's not that the quality of the porridge cooked in the big pot has deteriorated, but that the people of Chang'an rarely have poverty anymore.

The night was blurry, the flow of people was like weaving, suddenly a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl appeared in front of the square door, standing next to the cauldron and stirring the spoon, the hot porridge cooked in the pot was very thick, so thick that the big spoon was stirring hard, the girl frowned slightly, and then sighed softly.

At this moment, there happened to be a person passing by in front of the door, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she beckoned to the man: "This uncle walks slowly, and please come over to drink a bowl of porridge, although the autumn night is not very cold, but after drinking hot porridge can always warm up the body." ”

Her voice was a little excited, with a sense of kindness, and the smile on her face was heartwarming, like a lively and lovely little girl next door.

The people stood on the spot in a daze, looking at the girl's pretty face a little stupid.

His expression immediately annoyed the person behind the girl, but when he saw a sword-wielding guard suddenly step forward, he glared at him with big eyes and shouted angrily: "What do you see? Be respectful! This is the princess of Jinyang, why don't you come over and drink porridge ......"

Princess Jinyang?

The people shuddered.

This girl is the little son of the year, and now she has grown up and is beginning to show beauty, but her personality is still as gentle as when she was a child, and her gestures are all with a kind of softness.

She saw that the people were a little frightened by the guards, so she quickly turned her head and waved her hand to let the guards leave, then turned her head again to look at the people and smiled, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, this uncle, come and drink a bowl of hot porridge." ”

The princess of a dignified country opened her mouth to call her uncle, and the people only felt that their minds were clouded, and they felt both panic and fear.

He rubbed his hands together for a long time before he carefully stood beside the cauldron.

The son smiled softly, reached out and took a large bowl, she used a spoon to serve rice to the other party, and asked in confusion: "Uncle, people want to ask you something, when my brother was here a few years ago, there were people lining up in this cauldron day and night, and now they are also cooking porridge and putting rice, why don't people come for two or three days?" ”

As he spoke, he handed the bowl to the people, and then stood quietly by the pot and waited for someone to answer.

The people were very respectful, took the big bowl and saluted first, and then replied cautiously: "The princess said this, I can probably understand in my heart, in the past, the soup kitchen people came and went, that was because everyone was very poor, and now no one has come for two or three days, that is because there are no poor people in Chang'an City, everyone is living very well, and no one can pull down their faces to eat white food......

As he spoke, he gently put the bowl on the table next to him, and then saluted again, and said with a sincere smile: "If you want me to say that the princess still stops the cauldron of soup porridge, there is some waste food for cooking like this, and the people of Chang'an have entrusted our prince Hongfu, and now there is no need for a big pot of soup soup to live, no one is short of this mouthful of rice, and there is no soup soup... Well... There is no ......"

"It doesn't make sense, does it?" The son helped him express the rest of the meaning.

"Yes, yes, no sense!" The people nodded again and again, grinning and said: "The princess is still knowledgeable, I have heard this meaning several times, but unfortunately I can't remember it, and I can't say it." ”

The people have a natural fear of the royal family, and they are naturally embarrassed in the face of the princess, so this man accompanies his son and talks carefully for a while, and then bows and leaves.

He didn't drink the steaming bowl of porridge the whole time.

The son stood by the pot in a daze, and waited for a long time to see the second person come forward, she was faintly disappointed in her heart, and at the same time implied a little relief, but in the end she didn't blame the people, just recruited a few guards to help her clean up the two cauldrons.

The night is charming, the cinnamon fragrance is strong, and the night scene of Chang'an City is more and more prosperous, but there is a trace of sadness in the son's heart.

"I can't imagine that it's only been a few years, and the people of Chang'an don't need soup porridge anymore, but it's a pity that the eldest brother has already gone to Lingnan, otherwise how happy he would be to see this scene......

The girl's emotions are delicate, and she is at the age of liking sorrow, she suddenly has a trance in front of her, and there seems to be a young figure in the haze, that person is his big brother in Lingnan, with a faint and uninhibited smile on his face, not afraid of the world, not afraid of difficulties, as if everything in the world is difficult for him, no one can see the day when he sighs sadly.

"Alas......"

The son sighed slightly, and continued to clean up the two cauldrons in front of him.

A few guards in the back looked up at the sky, and one of them suddenly slowly approached and said cautiously: "It's not early, the princess should go back to the palace." If we miss the moment when the palace gate is closed, we will all have to eat Your Majesty's hanging and accountability. ”

This was a serious proposal, but the son still sighed softly, and she silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, her movements slow and soft, obviously dragging time.

The guards quietly glanced at each other, and then silently stepped forward to help the son put away the dishes and chopsticks, everyone knew that the little princess was unwilling to return to the palace early, but she had to be ruthless in her duties.

Although the son deliberately delayed, the dishes and chopsticks were finally put away, and she sighed slightly again in her mouth, and then silently raised her feet and walked onto the street.

A group of guards hurriedly followed, but they were careful to distance themselves from their son, and everyone knew that the princess was uncomfortable, and no one wanted to disturb her mood.

The long street is long, full of people, and the streets are full of the shouts of small traders and vendors, but the children seem very lonely when they walk on the street.

The eldest brother went to Lingnan, Doudou's sister-in-law also went to Lingnan, the father followed, the queen mother also followed, and even the fat third brother also went there, and I heard that he had written to Chang'an to urge his wives to go over.

Although Datang is prosperous and Chang'an is splendid, her son feels that there are no relatives around her, and she feels more and more lonely day after day.

Although Brother Chengqian loves himself very much, his newly married queen doesn't like him, and his son also doesn't like that Dongying woman, even if the other party laughs as sweet and cute as himself.

There was a bright moon in the sky, bright and clean like a jade plate, and the son walked silently on the crowded street, unconsciously there were two crystal tears hanging in the corners of his eyes.

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…… The first update arrives, 2500 words, today's five more consecutive explosions, and there will be updates later