"He! Carrying the wealth and lives of hundreds of thousands of Guanzhong victims on his shoulders!"
"He! He resolutely stood against most of the powerful people!"
"He! He is pointing cold fingers at a thousand people!"
"He! He bows his head and becomes a bully!"
"He! He is King Yi of Yan! The well-deserved king of our Yan land!"
On the three-foot high platform of the teahouse, Hu Changgui's face turned red and his eyes were filled with mist, but his voice became louder and more powerful.
The words are over.
Subtle sighs suddenly sounded in the already quiet tea house lobby.
I don't know if he was sighing at Xu Yi's courage to be the first in the world.
Still sighing at the great Zhou Dynasty, when did it become like this?
"What happened next? What happened next?"
I don't know how long it took, but a voice full of concern and inquiry suddenly came from the teahouse lobby.
As soon as this statement came out.
Countless eyes in the teahouse instantly focused on the three-foot-high platform.
It's different from before.
This time, no one shouted loudly to urge.
The whole teahouse was still as quiet as ever.
"later."
"Later."
Hu Changgui turned slightly and wiped the mist from the corners of his eyes.
After counting the interest.
The voice full of emotion and vicissitudes of life once again echoed in the huge teahouse.
"Around Mao Shi."
"His Royal Highness King Yan and the officials of Jingzhao Mansion who have worked hard for a day and night returned to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion."
"We are talking about discussing countermeasures together."
"But at that time, the Jingzhao Mansion, which had already run out of troops and food, could come up with any countermeasures?"
"Thinking about it, there must have been a sense of despair in the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion at that time."
"Just when all the officials are filled with despair."
"His Royal Highness King Yan dragged his tired body and stood up again."
"He appeases the officials, and he has his own ideas."
"He sent the tired officials to their rooms to rest."
"And he dragged his tired body step by step towards the lobby where the cold wind was biting!"
"He wanted to give up everything and go to the household department alone to ask for relief supplies."
"But how can it be so easy to obtain disaster relief materials from the Ministry of Household Affairs?"
"If it's so easy to ask for help, why is it like this outside Chang'an City?"
"His Royal Highness King Yan understands that this trip will most likely result in a futile return."
"But the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people outside Chang'an City depend on him, so he has to go!"
"Think about it, the moment His Highness Prince Yan stepped out of the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, he had already made a decision in his heart!"
"If you can't ask for it as Jing Zhaoyin! Then ask for it as the prince!"
"If you can't even ask for the identity of a prince! Then ask for it with your life!"
"You can't... you can't just watch hundreds of thousands of victims die in front of your eyes."
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Behind His Royal Highness! "
"No matter what their past is."
"But at this moment, they are officials and officials! They are real officials!"
'boom! ,
On the three-foot-high platform of the teahouse, Hu Changgui, whose face turned red, clapped the gavel in his hand.
Then he picked up the wine jar next to him again, raised his head and took a swig!
At the same time, the silent teahouse became noisy again.
: "Okay! Have a heart for all people! Don't hesitate to imitate the sages with your own body! You are worthy of being our king!"
: "His Royal Highness King Yan really loves his people like his own children. How wonderful it would be if all the powerful and powerful people in the world did this."
"Those officials in Jingzhao Mansion are also very good."
: "That's right! You didn't even look at who brought out the officials!"
"Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. If His Highness Prince Yan does not set an example and teach by words and deeds, how can the righteousness of Jingzhao Mansion be achieved?"
"But no matter what, those officials in Jingzhao Mansion really did a good job this time!"
: "This statement is true."
: "His Royal Highness, King Yan, can be entrusted to our land of Yan. It is really a blessing for the people of our land of Yan."
: "What a blessing."
: "..."
Tens of breaths later.
Hu Changgui threw the wine jar in his hand drunkenly.
Then he picked up the gavel on the table again.
'boom. , after a soft sound.
The noise in the teahouse subsided quickly like the tide.
Countless eyes once again gathered on the three-foot high platform.
Seeing this, Hu Changgui coughed several times and cleared his throat.
After counting the interest.
The voice full of vicissitudes of life once again echoed in the teahouse.
"At that time, outside the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, everything was gray."
"The howling cold wind penetrated the cotton-padded clothes and blew through the flesh, as if it wanted to penetrate right into the bone marrow!"
"His Royal Highness King Yan slowly turned around in the cold wind."
"My eyes were moist as I looked at the familiar faces behind me that were full of fatigue and despair."
"These are his soldiers. They are the soldiers he brought out through all the hardships. They are also the traces of fire he left for the victims outside the city."
"How could he personally bury the last trace of fire in front of the high office of Hubu?!"
"In a moment."
"His Royal Highness, Prince Yan, uses reason and emotion to calm down all the fires."
"However."
"Just when His Highness King Yan walked out of the main gate of Jingzhao Mansion, he was about to take more than ten cavalry and go straight to the residence of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance."
"Oh my god, something will happen again!"
"A bright lightning flashed across the gray sky silently."
"Several rumbling thunderous sounds followed closely, exploding quietly in the gray sky!"
"It's going to rain."
"The people in Guanzhong have been begging for rain for nearly a year, but it comes when they least need it."
"If it rains like this, how can the Guanzhong victims, who are short of food and clothing, still have a way to survive?"
"Alas! The house leaks only when it rains all night, and the house leaks only when it rains all night!"….
The teahouse is on a three-foot high platform.
Hu Changgui shook his head with a face filled with tears.
Under the three-foot-high platform of the teahouse.
Countless spectators frowned in despair.
Inside the huge teahouse.
For a moment, there was no sound except the sighs that slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.
In the private room No. 1 in Tianzi on the second floor.
Xu Yi paused for a moment, then silently put down the tea cup in his hand.
at the same time.
My thoughts couldn't help but fly back to that cold morning that could decide everyone's fate.
Tens of breaths later.
The teahouse is on a three-foot high platform.
Hu Changgui took several deep breaths and suppressed his heart.
After the waves.
The voice full of vicissitudes of life and tragedy once again quietly echoed in the huge teahouse.
"The lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of victims rest on his shoulders!"
"He has no time to be sentimental! He has no time to complain about the injustice of heaven!"
'Target Anxingfang! Everyone, follow me! Don’t be left behind! ,
"His Royal Highness King Yan roared loudly, then rode his horse and whipped his whip in the biting cold wind, and went straight to the residence of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance!"
'Kachacha! ,
'Boom! ,
"We're not far away! The sky in Chang'an City is getting darker and darker!"
"Bright lightning flashed across the darkness one after another, and the thunder continued to explode!"
"The anxious His Highness Prince Yan holds the reins tightly with one hand and whips the horse crazily with the other!"
"The war horse was in pain and galloped away like crazy!"
"The biting cold wind has become more and more unbridled from this moment on!"
"His Royal Highness, Prince Yan, was so pale that his face turned bloodless! Like thousands of ants eating his body!"
"Of course! It's always like this! Your Highness, Prince Yan, still hasn't slowed down his horse at all!"
"There are hundreds of thousands of victims waiting for him behind him!"
"How could he stop? How dare he stop!"
"Run!"
"Run!"
"Keep running!"
"Running like crazy!"
"quick!"
"quick!"
"Faster!
Faster!
! "
'Kachacha...,
'Rumble...,
'Tick tock...tick tock...,
"Halfway through the journey, the rain finally started falling from the sky!"
"Those bits of cold rain were like extremely sharp daggers, falling from the sky and stabbing His Highness King Yan fiercely!"
The words are over.
Hu Changgui raised his sleeves and wiped his tear-streaked face.
Then he reached out and touched the place where the wine jar was previously placed.
Of course.
The place where the wine jar was placed is now empty.
"well."
Hu Changgui sighed deeply, then raised his sleeves again and wiped his still cloudy eyes.
After your eyes feel a little clearer.
Hu Changgui couldn't help but look at the place where the shopkeeper was, wanting to ask for drinks again.
However.
At a glance.
Everywhere you look are eyes filled with misty tears.
Even the most hard-hearted teahouse owner in the past was covering his face with his sleeves and constantly wiping the tears from his eyes.
"well."
"Shopkeeper, two more jars of strong wine!"
Hu Changgui sighed again, then looked at the teahouse owner and asked softly.
It's not that he is addicted to alcohol, but he can't speak smoothly without alcohol.
The teahouse owner nodded slightly when he heard this, then walked to the counter and took out two jars of fine wine from the bottom of the counter. ….
After Hu Changgui took the wine jar from the shopkeeper, he couldn't wait to clap it with his hands.
Then he raised his head and drank again.
"Good wine! Good wine!"
After more than ten breaths, Hu Changgui put down the wine jar in his hand and praised him repeatedly.
"Master Hu, did His Highness King Yan have wine to keep out the cold?"
In the lobby of the tea house, a young boy who was just one year old asked softly with tears on his face.
"without......"
"Not to mention the wine to keep out the cold, His Highness Prince Yan had not eaten for a whole day and night at that time."
Hu Changgui paused slightly when he heard this, and then slowly answered.
"Then how will His Highness Prince Yan endure it?"
"Dad once said that the rain in winter is the coldest."
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Hearing this, the young child murmured again with tears streaming down his face.
Although his voice is childish, at this moment it does not echo in the hearts of everyone in the tea house like a bell.
"The rain in winter is the coldest."
"How can he bear it? How can he bear it?"
"Yes, how can he bear it?"
After hearing this, Hu Changgui gradually lowered his head and looked at the drink beside the table and murmured in a low voice.
After counting the interest.
Two more tears appeared in the corners of Hu Changgui's eyes.
He slowly raised his head and replied: "He is the first-class royal relative in the world. He could have spent his whole life in Zongzheng Temple without any worries about food and clothing."
"He didn't have to wade through the muddy waters of disaster relief, let alone risk the world's disapproval to offend a group of powerful people and aristocratic families."
"But why did he still stand up when everyone was at a loss and when hundreds of thousands of victims were in danger? He took the initiative to bear the heavy burden of life and death for hundreds of thousands of victims?"
The words are over.
The huge tea house fell into dead silence again.
Countless onlookers looked at the location of Prince Yan's Mansion with thoughtful expressions on their faces.
After more than a hundred breaths.
Hu Changgui paused and stretched out his hands towards the wine jar.
Full of vicissitudes of life and emotion, he said, "I think it's probably because he has an innocent heart."
"I guess that innocent heart is filled with the common people."
As soon as this statement came out.
The huge tea house instantly became a little quiet again.
Countless eyes looked deeply at the location of Prince Yan's Mansion.
"We, the people of Yan, are so lucky to have this vassal king!"
After an unknown amount of time, an old man with gray hair in the lobby of the tea house picked up the tea cup next to him, then raised his head and drank the already cold tea in one gulp.
Although his head is full of gray hair, his drink is not wine.
But there is an indescribable sense of heroism in his words and deeds.
If we really look into it carefully, we can use the metaphor of Yan’s character.
"Unfortunately, Wang's camp is full of troops."
A burly man gradually withdrew his gaze towards Prince Yan's Mansion and murmured to himself full of disappointment.
"Dad, when I grow up, can I be like His Highness King Yan?"
A child of one year old nestled in his father's arms, his innocent eyes full of yearning.
"Study carefully. If you can obtain fame in the future, remember what you did today and become a person who is dedicated to the people like His Highness King Yan."
The young father touched the croissant in his arms and murmured instructions with a serious face.
"Don't worry, dad. My child will study hard and strive to gain fame as soon as possible and become a person like His Highness King Yan who is devoted to the people."….
The child followed his father's gaze and looked towards the direction of Prince Yan's Mansion, and then murmured his answer with a serious look on his face.
For a while.
The huge teahouse was filled with noise.
Hu Changgui sat on the three-foot high platform and looked at the noisy spectators below with a look of relief on his face.
Suddenly, there was an indescribable and unclear feeling of relief in my heart.
Perhaps this is the meaning of his storytelling.
After a while.
After the noise in the teahouse gradually died down.
Hu Changgui picked up the gavel next to the table with a smile on his face.
'boom. ,
"If you want to know what happens next, let's listen to the explanation next time!"
Hu Changgui patted the gavel tree gently, and then said loudly.
The words are over.
There was noise again in the teahouse.
In the private room No. 1 in Tianzi on the second floor.
Xu Yi, who had his eyes slightly closed and was immersed in the rain and snow on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month last year, gradually opened his eyes.
As his eyes gradually opened.
An extremely clear look quietly passed through his eyes.
Xu Yi calmed down for a moment, then lowered his head slightly and looked at the quietly unfolding
hands.
Xu Shiyin had just been immersed in the snowstorm on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month in the 29th year of Zhengde.
Now, the hands that had long since recovered were slightly hot again.
At the same time, the remaining depression deep in his heart completely disappeared without a trace as his hands became slightly hot.
"Let's go."
After more than a hundred breaths.
Xu Yi stood up from the master's chair in the private room, and then walked out of the private room on the second floor with a chic attitude.
"yes."
Upon hearing this, Yang Xian'an quickly stood up and followed closely behind.
After a while.
Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an quietly left a slightly noisy teahouse. ,
At that time.
The night is dark and the cold wind is howling.
It's very much like that morning on the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month in the 29th year of Zhengde's reign.
This time.
Xu Yi still didn't hesitate at all.
Braving the howling cold wind again, he strode forward. .
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