Pei Ju is cunning and cunning, he can live to the age of seventy-nine, and he has not fallen after two dynasties and four generations of emperors, relying on knowing how to advance and retreat. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The old man saw that Li Shimin said that he wanted to discuss the matter of the speaker Sun accepting his son, but there was a hint of banter in his eyes, he couldn't help but snort in his heart, and hurriedly retreated: "Your Majesty, the old minister is old and frail, and he must yawn and be sleepy at noon every day. After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Li Shimin's consent, he raised his hand and raised his leg and left.

Regardless of whether the emperor's family affairs are true or not, whoever gets involved in them is unlucky. Old man Pei is a good person, and when he was leaving, he handed Han Yue a meaningful look, and said in his heart: "Young man, there is only so much that the old man can help you, and whether you can comprehend it depends on your creation." ”

Although this old guy is seventy and nine, his legs and feet are really neat, and the figure that slipped away in the blink of an eye is invisible.

Li Shimin can't help him, the so-called people can't be added to the seventy laws, he sighed, turned his head and smiled at the eldest grandson: "Pei Qing, this person is really ......" wanted to evaluate, and felt that as an emperor, he couldn't be slandered in the back, so he shook his head and stopped.

The eldest grandson sneered, stretched out his hand and patted him gently, the husband and wife glanced at each other, and suddenly turned their eyes to Han Yue together.

Meaningful laughter......

Li Shimin is the emperor, the empress of the eldest grandson, these two people are almost two invincible Tyrannosaurus rex, under the gaze of his husband and wife, it is estimated that no one can maintain their loyalty.

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No one knew what Han Yue had experienced that afternoon.

In short, when he walked out of Dali Temple, there seemed to be two more footprints on his buttocks, and a face as white as a crown of jade was faintly engraved with a lip print.

The young man was delicate, his face was burning, and he jumped out of the gate as if he was running for his life, and ran away in a hurry like a wolf.

"It's a shame, it's a shame!"

Han Yue fled all the way, and the prosperous emperor couldn't keep his footsteps, and he left Chang'an in less than half an hour.

It was only then that he looked around and realized that he was alone. Li Fenghua went to the Wang family mansion to pick up his mother, and Luo Jinger followed Qin Qiong home to save her relatives.

"Finally escaped!" He reached out and wiped his forehead, feeling still palpitating. was targeted by Li Er's family, even if he was a gangster who was not afraid of heaven and earth, he was almost scared to pee, and the experience in the backyard of Dali Temple was simply unbearable.

At this time, it was almost dusk, the heat had subsided, and it was time to hurry. There are twenty miles from Chang'an to Tianjiazhuang, because they are all official roads, so there are endless pedestrians on the road, Han Yue casually joined a group and followed in the direction of Tianjiazhuang.

The sun sets very slowly in the summer, and the pedestrians are not in a hurry to hurry, the ancient people are honest and simple, although they are strangers for the first time, but they can walk with each other is considered fate, and a group of people will soon get acquainted with each other when they go, laughing and laughing and making all kinds of jokes.

The city wall of Chang'an is gradually becoming unexpected.

Han Yue suddenly found a problem!

The farther away you are from the imperial capital, the more pedestrians you will face. These people were all ragged, with hungry vegetables on their faces, or in groups of three or five, or single one, but there was only one direction of walking, and they were marching towards Chang'an.

"Iniquity!" A middle-aged man in the crowd suddenly sighed, Han Yue saw that he was dressed like a foot merchant, and was about to ask him why he sighed, but he only heard that this person had sighed: "They all came from the north, alas, every year is this season, and many people suffer every year......

Han Yue was slightly stunned, and a bad thought gradually rose in his heart.

His eyes flickered, and he leaned next to the middle-aged man and asked, "This uncle, I heard your words with pity, and I seem to know the origin of these people?" ”

"Alas! I naturally know......" The middle-aged man sighed, with a trace of grief on his face, stretched out his hand to point at the ragged pedestrians, and said: "These people are all from the north, some from Hebei Province and some from Yanmen, Shanxi. Alas, in short, they are all poor people, who are born in a bad place, and the land is barren, and they suffer all day and night. ”

Han Yue's eyes flashed again, and he faintly understood.

Whether it is Hebei Province or Yanmen Pass, it is the border between the Tang Dynasty and the Turks, and since these ragged deserters have left their homes, I am afraid that the northern wolf clan will knock again.

Everyone's mood was a little low.

Everyone is a compatriot of the Han family, and the common people are affectionate and simple in their bones, and seeing the pitiful color of these people who fled the famine, everyone has a sense of grief and indignation in their hearts.

"Hateful!" Suddenly a young man who looked like a scholar in the crowd gritted his teeth, his eyes looked at the people fleeing the famine, his hands clenched into fists, and said angrily: "The Turks knock on the side every year, killing my people and taking away my food and clothing. ”

Although this person was wearing scholarly Confucian clothes, the color of the cloth was washed and white, and he was obviously a child from a poor family. Han Yue couldn't help but feel a good impression of him, and was about to walk over to chat, but saw that this young man suddenly stopped and turned his head to chase those who fled the famine.

There was an old man in the crowd who seemed to be the young father, and when he saw his son turn his head and run back, he shouted eagerly, "Where are you going, Ah Dan?" Didn't we just come out of Chang'an, what are you going back to do, could it be that you forgot to buy pen and ink? ”

The young man ran wildly and did not look back, and his sad and indignant cry was heard in the air: "Grandpa, the Turks have killed my compatriots and humiliated my people, and the child only hates himself for being powerless after years of studying, although I can't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but it is always possible to help these people in distress." ”

His father was stunned for a moment, watching his son run to catch up with a group of deserters, and from the crowd to help a woman pick up the child, the old man's uneven face suddenly showed pride.

"Look at it, this is my old man Liu's egg, read and be sensible......" The old man grinned and said, he didn't go home anymore, he followed his son's footsteps all the way, and he also wanted to help a group of people who fled the famine.

The rest of the passers-by looked at each other, people's hearts were flesh and blood, and suddenly the middle-aged man from before shouted, ", let's go back to our fart home, everyone will help out." ”

The man seemed to have a lot of prestige in this group of people, and when he greeted him, the crowd immediately responded, and everyone turned around and went to chase the people who fled the wilderness.

In the blink of an eye, only Han Yue himself was left in the same place.

This scene simply brought him a great shock.

The so-called loyalty and purity in the bones of the so-called ******** people of Datang suddenly moved his heart deeply at this moment.

"Maybe, I should do something!"

He muttered to himself and looked up at the sky, a hint of determination rising on his face.

My heart is shaking!