Datang broom star

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His singing came in the wind.

"The sea, you are full of water, and the horse, you have four legs..."

Now it was Zeng Xianglin's turn to turn pale.

This is a terrible analysis. According to the analysis of Marquis Wuyang, no dynasty can last forever and will eventually collapse.

Zhao Erniang was relieved instead, and explained to the prince in a low voice.

"This fire is the anger of the people. When more and more people suffer from hunger and cold, this fire will gather, and the last fire will burn down the dynasty."

This Marquis of Wuyang!

Zhao Erniang lifted the curtain of the car and glanced ahead.

Jia Pingan was singing, and he was very happy to hear it.

"Zhao Erniang..."

A look of fear suddenly appeared in the prince's eyes.

"What's the matter...Prince, what's the matter with you?"

Zhao Erniang felt that something was wrong with the prince, so she subconsciously held the prince's hand, as if this could dispel his fear.

"You are the crown prince, the future heir of Datang, you must be strong!"

"Yes." The prince's face gradually returned to normal, "I was shocked by what my uncle said. Today, a hundred people are suffering from hunger and cold, and there are countless people in the Tang Dynasty, so they can bear it. But when more people are suffering from hunger and cold, they will gather together." Venting dissatisfaction together is like gathering torches one by one..."

very scary!

The prince felt that he was on top of the fire.

"How to stop such a tragedy?"

He used the word tragic.

This is a kind prince!

Zhao Erniang said softly: "That requires you to lead the Tang Dynasty wisely, with as little selfish desires as possible, as much publicity as possible, and you have to learn how to govern the country..."

The prince nodded.

"I know."

He lifted the curtain of the car, waved and shouted: "I want to ride a horse."

Jia Pingan turned the horse's head back, leaned over and asked, "Want to ride a horse?"

"Yes."

Li Hong felt that there was a fire burning in his chest, and it would become more and more uncomfortable to be stuffed in the carriage.

"Hand out!"

Li Hong stretched out his hand.

Jia Pingan grabbed him with one hand and easily lifted him onto his horse.

"Prince!"

The accompanying guards had black lines all over their heads.

"Marquis of Wuyang, you are Meng Lang."

Meng wool!

Jia Pingan couldn't see how cautious these people looked.

"Prince, you have been to Daodefang and seen the fields, but you still have a homework, you should go to see the days of ordinary people."

Later, a group of people entered Daodefang, most of the guards were left outside, and Jiang Rong was warned not to bluff.

"This is the prince?"

A soldier said excitedly: "Fangzheng, we can be considered developed."

"It's Marquis Wuyang's development, it's none of your business!"

Jiang Rong kicked the soldiers and cursed: "Keep an eye on the gate of the workshop, and don't let those who are unripe come in."

Jia Ping took the prince to find a family.

The fence is very tight, which represents the stubbornness of the family.

The yard was uneven, a hen was squatting in the corner, not knowing what to do, and a child in ragged clothes was squatting guarding.

The child's shoes were more tattered than the clothes, and the robe with the slit at the crotch was pulled to the waist, and the slit at the bottom was all thread ends, and could not be sewn again.

His hair is a bit messy, squatting there to watch.

Concentrate on the realm of no distractions.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing what he was doing.

But it's important to think about it.

The hen stood up suddenly, took a closer look at her results, and clucked, probably looking for food.

The child leaped forward with a vigorous movement.

He grabbed something in the soil nest, and it turned out to be a newly laid egg.

There were still blood streaks on the egg, but the child rushed into the house as if he had found a treasure.

"Mother, Ah Da laid an egg, look."

There was the sound of a loom inside.

"Da Lang, put the eggs in a jar, and when you have accumulated enough, Aniang will exchange them for money."

Jia Pingan waved his hand, everyone retreated, and he led the prince into the yard.

The child was only four or five years old, and when he came out to see Jia Pingan, he bowed his hands and saluted.

"Who is at home?"

"Auntie."