After the rebirth, the queen took the Meiqiang tragedy script

Chapter 9 The Truth
Shengjing is the largest city in Kyushu.

The wealth accumulated by Dajing for 200 years can be seen in Shengjing City.

Smoked willows and painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald curtains, pearls in the market, and households full of Luoqi.The closer it is to Miyagi, the more luxurious it is.

Looking at the grand scene in front of her, Ye Qinghuai couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the last time she sneaked out of the palace like this, she was not the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, but the fourth prince who was not cared about by the court.At that time, she had only one wish in her heart, and that was to grow up quickly and become an adult earlier, so that she could ask for a fiefdom from her father, leave Shengjing with her mother and concubine, and live a carefree life in a border town.

Who could have imagined today?

Those who want the throne have spent their entire lives but have not been able to do so, and those who don't want to be crowned with yellow robes instead.It can be said that if you plant flowers deliberately, the flowers will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will become shade.

Fate is so ridiculous sometimes.

Ye Qinghuai was wearing an inconspicuous blue-gray padded robe as she shuttled among the crowd of chariots and horses.From time to time, she looked up at the facades and attics on the side of the road, and looked at the passers-by.Like a country bumpkin who came to the city for the first time, Ye Qinghuai was a little bit novel about everything she saw, and couldn't hold back her excitement.

This is her big picture.

This is the first time she has seen this piece of land that belongs to her from such a perspective after she ascended the throne.

In the small shop on the side of the road, there are drinking men talking loudly, and at the small stall on the corner of the street, there are children begging their mother for snacks. There was the sound of reading aloud.

Ye Qinghuai looked at everything in front of her, feeling a sense of relief and pride in her heart.

This is her big picture.The great view of Heqing Haiyan.Everything is in good order, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and all industries are flourishing.

With this sense of relief in her heart, Ye Qing walked and watched. After a while, she discovered a terrible fact.

She got lost.

Shengjing is divided into the upper city which is close to Miyagi and the lower city which is far away from Miyagi. The literary school she is going to this time is located at the junction of the upper city and the lower city. It is all the way across the upper city from Donglinmen.The roads in the Shangcheng District were built horizontally and vertically, and most of them were avenues big enough for two carriages to drive side by side. The roads were easy to find, so she didn't expect to fall into the predicament of getting lost before leaving the palace.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the brick and stone path in front of him and the high walls of the houses lined up on both sides. The path was empty, and some of the paving bricks and stones had cracked. Some greenery could be seen between the cracks, some weeds that could withstand the severe cold .It can be seen that this road has not been repaired for a long time.

This should have reached the junction of the upper city and the lower city.

Ye Qinghuai looked up at the direction of the sun, the sun had already slanted to the west, and it would be dark in half an hour.

There was no one around here, so she had to find a road and find someone to ask the way.Ye Qinghuai looked around, then quickly walked in a random direction.

After walking for a while, after three turns and two turns, Ye Qinghuai finally walked out of the path and entered a wider alley.

However, the scene in this alley made Ye Qinghuai stop in her tracks.

Between the towering courtyard walls, on the cold brick floor in winter, there are beggars in ragged clothes, sitting or falling down, lifeless and unkempt, unable to tell whether they are male or female, or whether they are alive or dead.The entire alley was occupied by these people, and there was no place to stay.

Ye Qinghuai looked towards the end of the alley. There was a street at the end of the alley, and pedestrians and horses could be seen vaguely. The setting sun slanted at the entrance of the alley, casting a layer of golden afterglow on the white corners. It was warm, but But the warmth can't shine into this alley, and it can't shine on these beggars.

Ye Qinghuai regained her composure, tried to walk to a nearby beggar and squatted down, she saw that it was a woman, she was leaning against the wall, leaning against a lying child next to her, her gaze Slack, chapped lips, as if she was holding a sigh of relief, she only had a tattered single dress on her body, and it was already dirty, but her hands were still tightly holding the child beside her.

Ye Qinghuai asked tentatively: "My lady, may I know which direction to go to the literary school?"

The woman didn't respond at all, and didn't even lift her eyelids, as if her eyeballs had been frozen in the freezing wind.

Ye Qinghuai asked twice, but she still didn't respond, which made Ye Qinghuai even wonder if she had frozen to death.

"I'm sorry." Ye Qinghuai raised her hand, wanting to test if she was still breathing.

At this time, a small door in the alley was suddenly opened with a creak, and a servant came out of the small door pushing a small two-wheeled cart.

The woman beside Ye Qinghuai suddenly came to life, her thin body seemed to burst out of a powerful force, like a hunting dog, she jumped up and rushed towards the small car.

Not only her, but all the beggars in the alley came alive for a moment, and rushed towards the car, as if they would die if it was too late.

The servant threw the small car into the alley, looked at the beggars with disgust, then retreated, and closed the door.

Ye Qinghuai was startled by the woman's sudden movement, she stood up after a while, and walked towards the entrance of the alley.When passing by the small car, she glanced inside and found that it was a wide-mouthed wooden barrel, which was full of leftover food, and the air smelled of wine and vegetables, and it seemed that there was some meat.

These beggars frantically grabbed food around the barrel, like wild dogs on the side of the road.Ye Qinghuai saw a hand that was red and black from the cold grab a fishbone that was stuck with fish meat and stuff it into his mouth.

She had a sudden nausea.

Ye Qinghuai took three steps and ran out of the alley in two steps. She didn't retch until she reached the entrance of the alley, leaning on the wall.

After she calmed down her panting, she raised her head and saw the spacious Qianyuan Main Street, which was bustling with people, with the sound of shops selling, the sound of carriages and horses, the sound of pedestrians talking, and the air was filled with faint gouache. It smells very good.

Ye Qinghuai looked up at the majestic three-story building beside her, with three large characters written on it - Baiweiju.

It turns out that this is the largest restaurant in Shengjing.

Ye Qinghuai looked outside the door of the restaurant, just as he saw an adult wearing a fur coat stepping on the back of a servant getting off the carriage, the servant outside the door immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

Ye Qinghuai was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, turned her head and looked towards the alley, the depth of the alley was covered in darkness, and she couldn't see anything.But she knew that there were many beggars on the verge of life and death, waiting at the back door of this restaurant every day, fighting each other for a bite of the leftovers of these adults.

A trace of sadness crept up on Ye Qinghuai's face.

This is also her big picture.It is the big scene she doesn't know, the little-known side of the city, the backlight side of the prosperous and prosperous scene.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

She is at the top of the power, she is used to hearing the eulogizing chapters, and seeing the beauty of the prosperity and peace, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, even if someone told her that there was a starvation in the middle of Shengjing City, she would definitely not believe it.

But now, she couldn't help but not believe it.

Right under her nose, in Shengjing, there are still people who have nothing to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies.And she, sitting on the high throne, has done nothing with these people, and she doesn't even know the existence of these people.

A sense of guilt and shock arose spontaneously in Ye Qinghuai's heart.

She looked south along Qianyuan Main Street, and at the end of the row upon row of eaves, she saw a long scarlet wall.

It is the Dajingwen School, the cradle of scholars and officials all over the world.

(End of this chapter)