"Unfortunately, you can't." Han Du spread his hands and shrugged helplessly.
Seeing Zhu Biao's brows furrowing, Han Du could only sigh and explain: "If I could do anything about it, I wouldn't be so fiercely opposed to you being together. But things can be changed the day after tomorrow, but nature is hard to change. I don't want Jingyun to be together for more than ten or twenty years. After that, I will end up feeling sad and lonely, and I have to bear the pain and separate you."
Zhu Biao stood up, patted Han Du on the shoulder, nodded and said: "You have to believe that Gu cares about Jingyun no less than you do. Gu also hopes that she can live happily for the rest of her life. Please let me know about this matter. Think about it carefully, I just need time to verify what you said."
"Okay." Han Du smiled and nodded. He knew that since Zhu Biao said this, he had already made a decision in his heart. As long as he verified that the matter was true, he would let it go.
Zhu Biao returned to the East Palace with a heavy heart. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhu Yunwen standing aside with a tray.
There was a tea bowl placed on the tray. The combined weight of the two items was a considerable burden for a child of several years old, causing Zhu Yunwen's two small arms to tremble slightly.
"Yunwen, what are you doing?" Zhu Biao was a little surprised by Zhu Yunwen's behavior.
When Zhu Yunwen heard Zhu Biao's voice, he was overjoyed as if he was about to escape the suffering. He raised his head and said quickly: "It was the mother and concubine who was worried that her father would be tired from reviewing the memorials, so she asked her ministers to bring Wanshen tea."
Zhu Biao saw his trembling hands and clenched teeth and insisted. He felt distressed and quickly took the bowl and drank it in one gulp. He put the empty bowl back on the tray and said, "You have a heart. I drank the ginseng tea. You go first." Go back and rest.”
"Yes." Zhu Yunzhen felt relieved and hurriedly walked out of the hall. He grinned and placed the tray on the railing to relax his sore arms.
Zhu Biao walked to the upper seat and sat down. He watched Zhu Yunwen walk out of the hall before looking away.
"Someone is coming."
"Your Highness, please give me your instructions." A group of scribes stood up from the side.
"I want to review the yellow records of Yingtian Mansion for the past ten years." Zhu Biao ordered without any doubt.
The scribe raised his head and glanced at Zhu Biao in surprise. Seeing the prince's stern face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly leaned over and said, "Yes."
The Yellow Book strictly records the date of death of everyone in Yingtian Mansion, as well as the physical characteristics of these people. Because the yellow list is related to the family status of each household, once someone dies, it must be reported to the county government in time. Otherwise, if there are no young men left, but they are sent to work by the county government, whose responsibility does it count?
The entire Yellow Book of Yingtian Mansion was loaded into several carriages before it was pulled to the East Palace.
Hundreds of scribes in the East Palace were busy for ten days before they compiled the data according to Zhu Biao's requirements.
"Your Highness, everything you want is here." The scribe presented a thick memorial.
Zhu Biao took it and opened it slowly.
"...During the entire ten years, 239,764 people died due to various reasons, and there were not many who were drafted into the army. Among them, 10,100 were fat and wide. Two people..."
This was the first time Zhu Biao knew that so many people had died in Yingtian Mansion in just ten years.
"Have you checked carefully? Why are there so many?" Zhu Biao shook the memorial and looked a little angry.
The scribe hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Highness, after many verifications, we have confirmed that it is correct." In fact, when they saw this number, everyone looked in disbelief.
For this reason, they verified it several times and found it to be accurate before they dared to report it.
Although Zhu Biao didn't believe this number, since the scribe promised to verify it many times, he had no choice but to believe it for the time being. Turn directly to the age at which obese people died, "...2110 people died between the ages of 20 and 30, and 4879 people died between the ages of 30 and 40. , 1,908 people died between the ages of 40 and 50, 1,107 people died between the ages of 50 and 60, and none died over the age of 60."
In other words, every fat person lives to be over sixty years old?
Zhu Biao's face suddenly turned gray as he thought of this, "And most of them died when they were in their thirties or forties?"
His fingers couldn't help but loosen, and the memorial immediately fell onto the desk.
"Your Highness? Are you okay?" The clerk was startled when he heard the movement.
Zhu Biao looked bad. He waved his hand calmly to stop the concerned scribe, "It's okay. You can go out and let Gu Jing rest for a while."
When the scribe heard this, he had no choice but to bow down and retreat, "I'll take my leave, little one."
After everyone was sent out, Zhu Biao was the only one sitting on a chair in the entire hall, feeling lost.
I don’t know how long it took before I murmured to myself: "Actually, I should have believed you a long time ago. After all, you have never made false promises in so many years. It’s just that I really can’t let go, I can’t let go..."
...
In the Zhenhai Marquis Mansion, Han Du came back from the academy today. He heard that Han Jingyun's math class at the academy was canceled today, so he wanted to ask her what was going on.
Since Han Jingyun started teaching in the academy, although there were times when he complained that teaching was too tiring and the students were too stupid, the past two years have been rainy or shine and there has never been a single class stop.
Today is the first time in the past two years.
Han Du came to Han Jingyun's yard, and as soon as he entered, he saw her sitting in a pavilion by the water.
Han Du walked up with his hands behind his back. Seeing that Han Jingyun had his back turned to him and showed no reaction at all, he asked, "I heard that your classes in the academy have been suspended today. What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell or are you sick? Already?"
Han Jingyun turned his head when he heard his elder brother's voice behind him.
Han Du was startled by the girl's red eyes and asked nervously: "You, what's wrong with you?"
The look of panic on the girl's face really frightened Han Du, as if he was a deer abandoned by the whole world.
"Brother, the prince is ignoring me." Han Jingyun immediately rushed over and hugged Han Du's waist, crying.
Han Du more or less guessed what was going on, and the embarrassment on his face as the instigator flashed away. Fortunately, Han Jingyun lowered his head and didn't notice at all, otherwise Han Du wouldn't know how to explain it.
Patting the girl's back gently, Han Du said with relief in a jerky tone: "What's going on? Maybe he is too busy to take care of you."
Han Jingyun suddenly pushed Han Du away, looked up at his eldest brother and shook his head, "No, no matter how busy the prince was in the past, he would always find time to accompany me as long as I went to see him. But I have gone to see him a few times recently. , he ignored me and didn’t even meet me.”
