Chapter 18: Separated
Liubao didn't know what Han Zitang had said to His Highness.
In short, since that day, His Highness seemed like a different person. He stopped drinking, dismissed people, and became much gentler.
The books that were usually used as table legs were taken out and placed neatly on the table.
There are also piles of memorials waiting to be reviewed.
Due to long-term fatigue and sadness, Emperor Wu Kun fell ill and was bedridden. The responsibility of supervising the country and managing the court fell on Xiao Zhinian's shoulders alone.
Xiao Zhinian quickly put the Jiangnan rice merchants who took advantage of the situation and resold rice at high prices into jail. The remaining rice was used to fill the national treasury and was distributed to various states to help the people, which temporarily solved the urgent problem.
By the beginning of next spring, when the ice and snow melted, the disaster was finally over.
The people were still frightened, but also grateful that they had survived the disaster. Everyone changed their previous views and praised the crown prince for being a wise ruler.
However, at this moment, the crown prince, who was known to have a good reputation among the people, was sitting absent-mindedly under a tree full of lush and blooming flowers, holding a wooden box.
The wind blew, and the soft, snow-white petals fluttered down, covering the letter paper that was creased into countless tiny folds in Xiao Zhinian's hands.
"Your humble servant, Shen Zhejiang, pays respect to me. I am ashamed to see you in person. The Shen family felt guilty in the past, but I had expected this to happen and have no complaints. I have lived a lonely life and have no hope. I only hope that Your Highness will be diligent and kowtow three times."
diligence......
Xiao Zhinian looked up at the gorgeous flowers above his head. Between the sparse shadows, dazzling sunlight fell.
Sir, did you see it?
I will follow your wishes and be a wise ruler who loves his people like his own children.
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Three years later.
Luocheng, on the northern desert border.
It was still dark when a creaky sound came from deep in a remote alley, and a shabby little wooden door opened.
A pair of spotless blue cloth shoes stepped out.
"gentlemen!"
Shen Zhejiang's heart suddenly tightened, he looked up in the direction of the sound, only to see a seven or eight-year-old child not far away running towards him with a smile.
The child stopped in front of him, but because he ran too fast, he failed to brake and bumped into Shen Zhejiang's legs.
“Ouch! That hurts!”
The child said while rubbing his head.
Shen Zhejiang helped him stand up straight, and said solemnly: "How can you be so reckless?"
"I was worried because you didn't come to give us lectures these few days, so I was just about to come look for you when I saw you!"
A tone of aggrieved tone.
The child's name is Zhao Xiaosi. His house is considered a prestigious and well-known family in Luocheng. Although the northern desert is full of wind and sand, it still makes him look cute with bright eyes and white teeth.
Shen Zhejiang looked down at him, and suddenly thought of some old things in the capital. He could no longer speak harsh words, and only said: "Nothing, I caught a cold recently, and I have recovered."
The child murmured and sighed, feeling rather disappointed: "Sir, your foundation is really poor. No wonder you haven't found a wife in all these years. What a pity."
"......" Shen Zhejiang pretended not to hear, turned around and locked the wooden door, then tapped Zhao Xiaosi's head with the yellowed book in his hand, "Let's go to the school."
A big one and a small one walked along the alley.
He was sent to the execution ground after drowning himself in the Zhejiang River. He had never planned to survive, but somehow Han Zitang managed to save his life by hiding the truth from the world.
"I still say the same thing, Zhe Jiang, leave the capital, and don't come back no matter what happens."
Leave the capital and let yourself go.
Yes, let go of the past.
So Shen Zhejiang came to the northern border thousands of miles away from the capital. There was no Shen family or Xiao family here. There was only the solitary smoke rising from the desert and the sound of the Qiang flute in the endless yellow sand.
After seeing a different scene from the previous twenty years, he realized that he was still a frog in a well. He tried to forget his unbearable and painful past and move forward.
"Sir, my father said that an important person will come to Luocheng today and asked me not to make it public."
Shen Zhejiang had no intention of asking, so he smiled and casually asked, "Really? Who is it?"
Zhao Xiaosi tilted his head and thought: "I heard that he is from the capital, I don't know."
Beijing...
Shen Zhejiang looked past the tea shed being built at the end of the street and towards the crab-blue sky.
What I still can't forget is that young man. He should have grown into a young man by now.
"Okay, time to start the lecture."
Shen Zhejiang retracted his gaze, led Zhao Xiaosi into the school, and opened the first page of the book.
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