Ye Wumian looked at Chan Yi and Lin Yu chasing the two of them. Warmth arose in her heart and she was relieved: "It turns out that I am not alone."
He said warmly: "But you don't need to go back and forth to death, you just need to accompany me to change the day."
. . .
At Shenshi, at the gate of Prince Ji's Mansion, there was light snow falling in the sky. The water stains from the melted snow formed one after another, and the ground was completely wet.
Ye Wumian once remembered that Zhu Houcao once said that Changsha city covers an area of 10%, and Prince Ji's palace occupies 78% of it.
What kind of concept is seven or eight points? Ye Wuxian had only roughly imagined it in his mind before. When he actually arrived in front of the palace and saw the endless red walls and green tiles, he finally had a preliminary understanding of the wealth of Prince Ji's palace.
When he was studying in the past, he had studied history together with Luo Xiangzhu, and he knew that the vassal kings in the world had become the historical source of cancer for the imperial court.
During the Jiajing era, nearly half of a province's tax revenue was often needed to support the local vassal king, or even not enough.
What he didn't know was that when the Ming Dynasty fell a hundred years later, the fiscal revenue of Henan, Shaanxi and other provinces would often not be able to meet the needs of a single vassal palace.
The "Tao Te Ching" says: "The people are hungry because of the high food taxes." This is the root cause of the gap between the rich and the poor.
Ye Wuxian lives in a specific historical period, and he has no way of knowing what will happen in the future. But looking at it today, combined with what he learned when he was studying history, he had already asked countless times in his mind: "Is this reasonable?"
"Is this reasonable?"
He asked Youyou Cangtian and the palace gate wall that was as long as Changsha City.
Neither the sky nor the palace walls can answer him.
But it seemed to answer him again.
Because they are all made of the fat of the people and the anointing of the people.
It is certainly unreasonable for the people in the world to live in poverty and despise one family and one family.
By the end of the Ming Dynasty, the fattest prince in Chinese history was lit as a sky lantern by the peasant army, which was the best answer.
Sleepless night, close your eyes, empty your mind, and try your best not to think about these things again.
"It's useless to think too much. It's important to save the young lady first."
He walked to the main entrance of the palace, and the falling light snow failed to freeze the enthusiasm here. There were wet stains all over the floor, mixed with the soil from the guests' feet, making it messy and ugly.
The smiles on everyone's face include those that come from the heart, those that are just for appearance, those that are forced, those that are jealous and twisted, and so on.
Ye Wumian had an expressionless face and wanted to go in through the front door. Out of nowhere, an old steward in fine clothes appeared, stretched out his hand to stop him, and said with a polite smile: "My guest, do you have an invitation?"
"Of course there is." Ye Wumian took out the invitation from his arms. It was Xiao Qianyun's copy and delivered it to the steward of Huafu.
The manager's smile did not change, he opened the invitation and said slowly: "Xiao Qianyun with a knife from Lang Hai?"
He read the word "倀" correctly, and it was obvious that he had some literary skills in mind.
Before he could read further, he raised his head, looked at Ye Wumian carefully, and said doubtfully: "I have never seen Lang Hai's sword. But when the palace wrote the invitations, they all went through my hands. I know this person is a man..."
He didn't say the next words, but it was obvious that he was also questioning Ye Wumian's identity.
Ye Wumian had expected this. He smiled easily, said the words he had prepared in advance, and said: "Haha, it's like this, Xiao Qianyun is the master. He couldn't come because he had something to do, so he specially ordered me to bring the invitation and acknowledgment. , come to the palace for a banquet."
When he was at the city gate, he used this reason to get through. Now the old trick is being repeated, but the old steward doesn't seem to buy it very much.
I saw the old steward twirling his beard, squinting his eyes and shaking his head: "Nowadays, the palace is full of guests, people are buzzing, and people are rubbing shoulders. It can be said that it is overcrowded. When there are many people, it is easy to cause trouble, and trouble must be calmed down. Only the person who has received the invitation can go in. In this way, if something happens, it will be easier for our palace to trace and restrain it."
The old steward was very kind. After saying this, he gave him an additional idea: "Alternatively, your master, Lang Haiyidao, can come to the scene in person and let him be your guarantee."
Ye Wumian waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "If Master can come to the scene in person to vouch for me, he will definitely be able to attend the banquet by himself. After all, there is no shortage of time for this meal. In this case, why should I replace him? Come?"
The old steward put away his smile and said indifferently: "Then this is a matter between your master and apprentice, and my palace cannot interfere. Please do as I just said, otherwise, I will not let you in through this door. !”
With a flick of his sleeves, several muscular servants of the royal palace gathered behind him, with sinister eyes and a look of thugs.
Ye Wumian was secretly anxious: "No matter how hard it is, I didn't expect that I can't even get in through the door of the palace!"
Before he came here, he, Lin Yuzhui and Chan Yi made some plans and worked out some details, but he never thought that just entering the door would be so troublesome.
"I couldn't get in from the front, so I had to sneak over the wall."
Although the palace is heavily guarded, it is not airtight. There are always loopholes that can be exploited.
He shook his head, gave up trying to persuade the old steward, and planned to walk around the palace wall. With such a long door wall, there must be places where you can try your luck.
Just as he was turning around to leave, there was a soft voice behind him, like the breeze on a snowy night.
"The heroine stays."
Ye Wumian's face froze, and he secretly said "Not good"!
Just because the owner of this voice was very familiar to him. It was Li Dong, the talented young disciple of Yueyang Tower.
The so-called enemy's road is narrow.
Yesterday, she almost lost her life just because she recognized the Songwen Sword. Today I came to visit Prince Ji's Mansion with "ultimate intentions". Will this Li Dong make me feel better?
Thinking of this, his face turned pale, his internal energy rushed, and he was about to run away immediately.
But Li Dong said calmly: "Guanshi Pi, I am familiar with this... um, female hero. She is indeed Xiao Qianyun's disciple of Lang Hai Yida. Don't embarrass her, just let her in."
Ye Wumian paused in his steps, with a look of surprise on his face. The nervous heart rate finally slowed down.
When the manager saw Li Dong, his face was squeezed into a ball, blooming like a daisy. He greeted him flatteringly and asked with a smile: "Is this woman actually a friend of Li Tianjiao?"
Li Dong didn't speak, just looked at Ye Wumian's back lightly.
Manager Pi was not surprised when she didn't answer.
Because of his master, Li Dong often went in and out of the palace and was considered a frequent visitor to the palace. Manager Pi was already quite familiar with her and knew that she had such a temper and would not repeat what she said a second time.
"As Li Tianjiao's friend, even if there is no invitation, I, Prince Ji's Mansion, should still sweep the bed to receive it!"
Manager Pi had very good eyesight, and without waiting for Li Dong to speak, he had already dismissed all the thugs, and ran to Ye Wumian enthusiastically. His old face curled up in a ball, and he made an invitation gesture, smiling as if he were at home: "Dear guest, please don't It’s snowing outside! Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!”
