Since that fall, King Liang has been recuperating in his palace and not going to school.This one day off lasted a full month.Emperor Zhengxuan went to Shou'an Palace to see King Liang, King Liang sat at the round table, looked out the window with his cheeks and said, "I don't know why, I can't read the book now." ”Emperor Zhengxuan was stunned, and then sighed slightly: "Zheng'er is smart, and he used to learn the subject in advance."
At that time, I was afraid that you would pull out the seedlings and help them grow.Now that you are idle, it is also good.Keep it at home, play the piano and draw a picture. ”"Yes."
King Liang stared out the window and said nonchalantly.Under the tree in the courtyard outside, a small pink figure was squatting there, her head lowered, and she saw two bags arched over her head.She was holding a twig, and she didn't know what she was drawing."
Your Majesty."
At this time, Cai Jie walked in with a white face, "A letter from Yingcheng." ”The smile on Emperor Zhengxuan's face gradually put away, and said to King Liang: "Zheng'er have a good rest, I will go first." ”After saying that, he left in a hurry.King Liang looked in the direction where Emperor Zhengxuan left, his eyes lowered.Recently, Xilu was going to invade Yingcheng on a large scale, and soon, the Chu family was about to be defeated.Sure enough, in less than three months, due to Uncle Chu's continuous wrong decisions, Yingcheng was lost, and the iron-blooded heroes and 100,000 soldiers of the Chu family buried their bones in Yingcheng.Only Chu Zheng and Chu Feiyang came back alive.Fortunately, King Kang came to the rescue in time, and the Feng family suddenly rose up, and then the remaining Chu family army paved the way with their lives, which was able to hold Yingcheng.The old lady of the Chu family sold eighty percent of the Chu family's property to compensate the soldiers who died in battle.The Chu family tree fell and scattered, and the side branches living in the Chu family left one after another.There was a depression for a while.Because of the battle of Yingcheng, whether it is Yingcheng or the capital, there is a sense of loneliness.September 9, Chung Yeung Festival.An old carriage slowly came out of the city gate, walked down the path, and finally stopped at a barren meadow.A boy of eight or nine years old got out of the wheel.was dressed in white-washed green clothes, but it was difficult to hide the boy's bright and beautiful face.This person is the most inconspicuous concubine of the Chu family, Chu Yunpan.Today is the ninth day of the ninth month of September, the Chung Yeung Festival.Chu Yunpan came to incense his aunt according to the habit of previous years.Generally speaking, the concubine is also the master, but the aunt is the subordinate.The master generally does not worship his aunt.But the Qin family, the head mother of the Chu family, said with a tolerant face: "Even if she is an aunt, she will always give birth to you."
Soon after you were born, she went, and it was pitiful.I am also a kind-hearted person, you go to worship every year in Qingming, Zhongyuan and Chongyang. ”Chu Yunpan's heart was extremely calm.As a concubine in the family, and his aunt died early, he was born in Qinglou, and he knew that he was even more humble than ordinary concubines.He didn't know what he could do in this life.In the past, he aspired to be a general, always thinking that as long as he grew up, he would be able to go to Yingcheng, and then follow his elders to gallop on the battlefield.But the family was ruined, and he didn't even have the opportunity to go there.Dad even let him study all day long, saying that no one was allowed to go there.The family is ruined, and he is even more despised in the Chu family, and anyone can trample on it at will.He learns to be patient and keep quiet, because only then will others not find pleasure in bullying him.The Qin family asked him to worship Aunt Yun and deliberately mentioned his background to bully him.But he had long been used to it, and even if it was a bullying, it was only when he worshipped her that he felt a trace of warmth.The thin nine-year-old boy walked to the grave with a basket, but he was stunned from afar.I saw a purple figure, kneeling in front of the grave, with his back to him.