Tang's dining table

So many people died in Luoyang City, but it was not as important as a royal breakfast.

Neither the queen, who suffered a great loss, nor the prince, who suffered the loss passively, mentioned what happened last night, as if yesterday's bloody night had nothing to do with them.

After breakfast, Li Zhi called Ruichun.

"The prince hopes that I can go to Chang'an to rest for a while. What do you think?"

Ruichun whispered: "Chang'an is a good place."

Li Zhi sneered and said: "The phoenix falls in the treasure land, the dragon can only go to the mountains and swamps!"

Ruichun looked around, then continued in a low voice: "The Queen will not go to Chang'an either."

Li Zhi smiled and said: "It seems that Chang'an already belongs to the prince."

Ruichun thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I think Chang'an belongs to the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Zhi glanced at Ruichun and said, "What do you mean?"

Ruichun said: "Your Majesty can go to Chang'an. After your Majesty goes to Chang'an, Chang'an will belong to your Majesty. The queen can also go to Chang'an. After the queen goes to Chang'an, Chang'an will respect the queen, and so will the prince."

Li Zhi said in surprise: "How did you come to this conclusion?"

Ruichun said: "The governor of Chang'an has behaved himself. They recognize the integrity of the Tang Dynasty. Even if your Majesty appoints a beggar as the governor of Chang'an City at this moment, the officials in Chang'an City will recognize this new city guard and show the respect he deserves." No less, and the power they should have will not be reduced. Even when the officials execute the orders of this beggar city guard, even if it is the most absurd order, the officials there will definitely implement this absurd order to the benefit of the country. A good thing that benefits the people.”

"Whatever order?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, over the past ten years, the government decrees issued by Chang'an are all good ones that are at peace with the people."

Li Zhi glanced at Ruichun and said, "You want me to embarrass all the officials in Chang'an? Go back and get twenty big boards."

Ruichun responded with a smile.

Li Zhi shook his head and said, "I won't go to Chang'an."

Ruichun said quickly: "Your Majesty's worries are justified."

Li Zhi smiled and said: "What you think I am worried about is not the same as my real worry. Let me tell you, if I go to Chang'an, I will definitely be a hundred times more comfortable than Luoyang.

Everything you look around is prosperous, and all you hear is the sound of peace and prosperity for the country and the people, and good harvests. Even if there are conflicts on the border or domestic rebellions, the Tang army can quickly put them down.

In addition, Yun Chu, a man of two hundred and five, is good at talking and doing things. He will definitely serve me comfortably.

Don't think that he is doing this to flatter you. Let me tell you, as long as I am in Chang'an, he will unscrupulously implement the political decrees he wishes to formulate, and will unscrupulously integrate his ideal Chang'an with the current Chang'an.

In the whole world, only when I am in Chang'an can he dare to vigorously promote the construction of Chang'an.

You only know that I can live a very comfortable and considerate life in Chang'an, but you don't know that once the emperor falls into the gentle land, his death will come.

Every emperor who wants to make a difference has not walked out barefoot from the thorn forest?

Now is the best time in the Tang Dynasty. I still want to enjoy it for two more years. I can't enter the gentle town of Chang'an yet.

Get ready, in three days, I will move to Jiucheng Palace! "

It takes nine days for ordinary people to walk from Luoyang to Chang'an. However, this is only a rough estimate. The actual time required may vary depending on the season, weather, road conditions and means of transportation.

The Yunchu family's convoy used the marching method, so in just three days, the Yun family's convoy had already passed Tongguan.

After passing Tongguan, you will enter the Guanzhong Plain, go south along the Wei River, and eventually reach Chang'an.

In the past, Tongguan became the most important barrier in Guanzhong because of its dangerous terrain, easy to defend and difficult to attack. But it is different now. Since the emperor moved the capital to Luoyang, Tongguan, an important pass, has gradually declined due to political factors. In addition, the Yellow River has blocked the pass. Tongguan was continuously cut, causing the two walls of Tongguan to collapse, and it has not been repaired as it should have been.

In other words, the imperial court is no longer prepared to repair Tongguan. When several walls of Tongguan completely collapse and the Yellow River gradually cuts down, Tongguan's decline will be irreversible.

It is very sad to see Tongguan gradually withering away. After all, Zhang Yanghao has not yet composed Zhang Yanghao's eternal poem "Sheep on the Hillside: Tong Guan Cares about Ancient Times".

Standing at the dilapidated city wall of Tongguan, looking at the mountains and rivers with clusters of peaks and raging waves, Yunchu pondered for a long time, and finally gave up on reciting the famous sayings like "In prosperity, the people suffer, in death, the people suffer".

Nothing else, just because he doesn't have the same stance as Zhang Yanghao.

Since May, there has been no rain for half a year. This has had a great impact on Guanzhong. Traces of drought are everywhere, and there is even half a foot of water-like fine dust on the roads.

The water of the Yellow River under our feet has become turbulent since September. However, there is a lot of water in the Yellow River, but its help to Guanzhong is extremely limited, because this river is in a deep canyon, and the water in the Yellow River is Water cannot become a source of water for watering the plains.

Even on the plains, the Yellow River will naturally cut down and hide itself in deep ravines.

Although it was a year of severe drought, the people I saw along the way did not show the anxiety that should be expected in a disaster year. It was because there was little water and they did not wash their faces very much. Everyone looked gray. However, from the hands of a group of dirty children, Judging from the millet buns they had in their bags, they should still have a lot of food in store.

If there is not enough food in stock, there will be children running around with millet buns. They will have become big-headed babies with big bellies and thin limbs from drinking gruel. Where will the energy come from because Yun's motorcade passes by? The dust covered their heads and faces, and they kept spitting at Yun's motorcade?

"It's not that it hasn't rained in Guanzhong in the past five months. It rained twice, but it was very small. It only moistened the land and did nothing to alleviate the drought."

After listening to Yin Erhu's words, Yunchu took the initiative to ask the old man squatting on the wall to bask in the sun.

"Old man, do you have enough food at home to last until next summer's harvest?"

The old man, whose eyes were filled with feces, looked at Yun Chu, who was dressed in brocade clothes, in confusion. His face immediately changed. He took the rice buns from his grandson and put it in his arms. He trembled and said to Yun Chu: "Master, at home. Where is the extra food? The little grandson's mouth is the food that the old woman saved for the baby.

Look at this baby, he is so hungry that he is all skin and bones. He is already eight years old. "

Yun Chu looked at the little kid in front of him who was only four years old. He was as strong as a calf, but he was also very courageous. He wanted to touch the horizontal knife beside Yin Erhu's waist when he had nothing to do.

I know that it is okay to give these people food, but it is a pure dream to try to get food from their hands.

Since he couldn't get anything out of his question and didn't get a good look, Yunchu naturally had no intention of visiting the poor and asking about their suffering.

As soon as Yunchu left, the old man stuffed the millet buns hidden in his arms back to his grandson, slapped his buttocks and said, "You idiots know how to show off. If the officials know that we can eat them, If you are full, there will definitely be more taxes this year...hide it and eat it later."

The old man was actually talking to his grandson, but rather to the official Yun Chu, because his voice was loud and he didn't cover it up.

Yun Chu was furious. He took half of the millet bun from the child's hand and took a bite. He angrily said to the old man: "You know I am an official, but you don't know what to hide."

The old man glared angrily, and Yunchu felt relieved.

Millet steamed buns are very real. They are made from whole millet seeds crushed and nothing else is added to them. They are just half pure grain steamed buns. This stuff is very filling after eating.

If the family can make such solid steamed buns, if the family's food supply cannot last for two years, Yunchu can give him his head.

Yunchu walked away while eating millet steamed buns, ignoring the thunderous and loud curses behind him.

Tongguan is considered a poor place in Guanzhong. If you want to see the good life of the people, you have to look to the Weihe River Basin.

After transferring from Tongguan to the Wei River, Yunchu couldn't help but sigh. The water of the Wei River, which used to be turbulent, is now only 40% of what it used to be, and the river still exudes an unpleasant smell.

There is nothing we can do about it. When the Weishui River was plentiful, the sewage discharged into the Weishui River from Chang'an City had no time to emit its smell, so it was sent into the Yellow River. Now that there is insufficient water, the Weishui River has turned into a smelly ditch.

Yunchu was even sure that at least one-tenth of the water flowing in the Wei River today was domestic sewage from Chang'an.

It can be said that the people of Chang'an have been cleansed and the people of Weihe 300 miles away have been stinked.

It is said that natural rivers have self-purification functions, but Yun Chu had never seen this from the Wei River.

After smelling the smelly Weihe River water for two days, Yunchu's family finally returned to Chang'an.

Like all officials who returned to Chang'an, no one greeted him, and no one paid special attention to him. When he entered the city through Mingde Gate, several city gate officials with ordinary decorations recognized Yun's groom.

When they were approaching Chang'an, everyone in the Yun family took the initiative to take off their armor. It was very troublesome to enter Chang'an City wearing armor. No matter who you were, bad people would register the number of armors and check whether the armors were compliant. Whether the length of the weapon exceeds the standard, the origin of the crossbow, whether the bow power exceeds four stones, whether the arrows are military standard...

Therefore, after the Yun family put away all their minions, the motorcade was no different from the motorcade of ordinary noble families. This was really ordinary in Chang'an. After all, all the remaining noble families in Chang'an lived here.

After returning to her home in Jinchangfang, Yunshi closed the door and thanked guests for three days.

It's not that Yunchu doesn't want to grasp the current situation in Chang'an as soon as possible, but the old immortal has important things to arrange. The Buddhist and Taoist Debate Conference at Louguantai is about to begin. The old immortal hopes that Yun can devote himself to it. Don't be confused by Xuanzang's bald donkey on this matter.

Yun Chu didn't care much about the Lou Guantai Bible Debate Conference. It was a matter between Yun Jin and Wen Huan. As for himself, he went to Da Ci'en Temple to see Xuanzang.

This has nothing to do with whether Xuanzang is his father. The main reason is that Master Qiuji believed that the money Yun borrowed had already passed the three-year period, and it was time to repay it anyway.

Yunchu just washed away the dust and smoke from the journey, put on a gray monk's robe, and left through the back door with a carefully made sliced ​​Thousand Layer Cloud Cake under his ribs and entered the Daci'en Temple.

"While you are away this year, the Tianzhu water lilies in the lotus pond have bloomed one hundred and eight, with eighteen colors."

When Yunchu came, he was naturally greeted by the host, Master Guiji.

"Are you sure you haven't pulled out some or transplanted some? There are only 108 flowers blooming and 18 colors. When these two conditions are combined, I can only say it is impossible!"

"Buddhism does not lie."

"When I was in the southwest, the great Buddhist master Duhai Zen Master couldn't speak without telling lies!"

"He just lied too much and was recalled by the Buddha to sit down and continue practicing. Not to mention crossing the sea, are you ready to pay back the money?"

Yun Chuyang raised the sliced ​​cloud cake in his hand and said, "Let's go see Master Xuanzang first."

Qiuji said fiercely: "Even if Master Xuanzang agrees not to pay back the money, you won't be able to pass this test. It's three million. Do you know how many mendicants and years it would take to reach this level?"

Yun Chu grinned and said: "Master Xuanzang is a true monk and regards money as dirt. However, you, an old monk, have practiced with Master Xuanzang for so long and you have not broken the concept of money."

Master Peeping Machine stopped and said, "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Yun Chu stroked Master Qiuji's broad back and said, "How is it possible? The money will definitely be repaid, it just depends on how you pay it back. I heard that the Louguantai Bible Debate Conference is about to be held, but I never paid attention to it before. Sun Shenxian takes these things very seriously."

Master Guiji didn't feel the slightest nervousness when he heard this. He clasped his hands and said to Yunchu: "Amitabha, it's just a battle of words. It doesn't matter if you win, it doesn't matter if you lose."

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the monastery where Master Xuanzang practiced.

Yun Chu had not seen him for more than two years. The moment he saw Master Xuanzang, Yun Chu was stunned. He never imagined that Xuanzang, who had already looked very old two years ago, was now wearing a white monk's robe and smiling broadly. Standing on the lotus platform of the Jingshe, there is actually a hint of youthful romance.