Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 70 The Emperor Is Not Heartless
Putting on the hemp rope again and getting on the horse, Song Yuan's hands were already trembling. She slowed down and rode up again, aiming at the timing and throwing the hemp rope to trap the wild horse. Huang Yue raised his hand to stop the other martial artists and told them to back away There is no need to escort Song Yuan anymore.

Competing against the wild horse alone, Song Yuan was unable to do what he wanted, and was dragged off the horse again. She was lying in the mud and had no strength to get up again. Seeing this, other martial artists immediately restrained the wild horse.

Huang Yue approached with his horse and looked at her frowning: "Practice after a stick of incense."

He has always been strict, Song Yuan did not dare to refuse, and sat up only after agreeing.

"My lord." Wei Yan immediately ran over, seeing that her face was bruised from the fall, he couldn't bear it: "This is too scary, it's the first time to practice horse-riding, how can you do this? Back then, the son and the second When my grandfather learned how to harness a horse, he first practiced rope throwing and horse taming for half a month."

He complained a lot, but after he finished speaking, he realized that Huang Yue was at the side, and immediately shut up with a guilty conscience.

Song Yuan didn't speak, her whole body hurt from the fall, she really had no strength at all, the ground was too cold, Wei Yan was also afraid that she would get sick, so he dragged her up and helped her to the side.

After resting for a stick of incense, Song Yuan fell even harder after getting on the horse. She couldn't hold the wild wild horse at all.

"Arm strength is not enough!" Huang Yue watched anxiously from the side: "I'm not familiar with the skills."

The martial artist next to him persuaded him: "Young master is young, how can his arm strength compare with that of a young man? This is the first time to practice, and it is already very good to be able to practice like this."

"It doesn't matter whether you can pull it or not, the important thing is that you will fall. In the horse fair, falling off the horse is a dead end. At that time, everyone will focus on the horse. It would be nice to have a chance to get up. The one who was trampled to death There are people every year, it's nothing new." Huang Yue's face turned darker.

Seeing that Song Yuan really couldn't get up, he stopped the practice.

Song Yuan was carried back by Wei Yan. She was covered in mud and dirty, with several blood blisters on her palms, two bruises on her cheeks, and a thin bloody cut. .

The servants had already prepared hot water. They wanted to serve Song Yuan to take a bath. Song Yuan refused. After driving everyone out, she soaked in the hot water by herself. Her body was so sore that she didn't want to move at all. , I'm scared just looking at it.

Among all the masters, Huang Yue is the strictest one. Knowing that Princess Shen dotes on Song Yuan, he has higher demands on Song Yuan. He is afraid that if he becomes a master once in his life, he will teach a slutty boy who has no real skills.

Seeing that Song Yuan is a character who is willing to bear hardships, he valued her more and more, wishing to give her all his life's skills, but Song Yuan's physique was not strong, even if he provided delicious food and drink, he was still not as good as other young masters. Tall and strong, naturally lacking in strength.

This is Huang Yue's most irritating place.

"My lord." Wei Yan came to the door and reminded: "There is still half an hour, and the Taihua Hall will be serving meals."

Song Yuan cheered up quickly: "Understood."

She hurriedly washed herself, applied the medicine herself, changed her clothes and sat by the charcoal basin to dry her hair.

Wei Yan came in with the medicine: "My lord, let me rub the medicine on you."

"No, I've already wiped it off." Song Yuan peeled the chestnut cross-legged, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't even tear off the skin of the chestnut.

Seeing that she really couldn't peel the chestnuts, Wei Yan quickly peeled two of them for her, and brought her the headband and forehead mop for her, and when her hair was a little dry, tied her hair up again, thin and thin. Tie on the forehead.

When we arrived at the Taihua Hall, the dining room was setting meals, Chang De came out, saw her and said 'Ouch': "Why are you hurt like this, young master?"

"I fell a few times." Song Yuan was quite embarrassed: "It is a sin to meet the emperor with such a disfigured appearance."

Chang De hurriedly said: "Learning to harness horses, injuries are common."

He led Song Yuan in, Emperor Taikang took a look at Song Yuan, didn't say much, and had dinner quietly, then he sent Song Yuan back.

Chang De still laughed: "Didn't the emperor say that he would let the young master play chess with him for a while?"

"You old bastard, am I so unreasonable?" Emperor Taikang sat comfortably on the low couch: "Look at his injuries, I'm afraid he has fallen off a lot these few hours."

Chang De smiled and nodded: "Indeed, the young master also said that he fell."

"I still remember that when I was learning how to harness a horse, I fell very badly at the beginning. I was severely reprimanded by the late emperor. I couldn't find a piece of good skin all over my body. I had to grit my teeth and practice for half a month. It was hard." Thinking of the past, Emperor Taikang's expression became a little more lonely for no reason: "Order me, don't let people deliver supper tonight, I reckon he will fall asleep when he goes back."

Changde agreed, and hurriedly asked someone to pass on the message.

Song Yuan did go back to sleep, she was so tired that she didn't want to open her eyes.

After living in the palace for five or six days, Song Yuan finally met the prince in the Taihua Palace.

She thought that the prince would enter the palace every day, but she didn't expect that it was not the case. When the prince came, Song Yuan was reading the memorial. Emperor Taikang was old and couldn't read the words on the memorial at all. On weekdays, the servants who could read read to him He heard that now this job has been replaced by Song Yuan.

"Leping's excerpt, I don't know if my father can see it?" The prince respectfully.

Emperor Taikang didn't even open his eyes, and said in a lazy tone, "I just saw it, what's the prince's opinion?"

"There are snow disasters in Leping every year, and there is no grain harvest. The local officials have raised the discount for three consecutive years and asked to return the farmland to raise livestock. My ministers think that Leping is indeed not suitable for farming. There is no grain harvest for three years. The people's life is hard."

Emperor Taikang sighed heavily, and the crown prince immediately continued: "I know that there are not many lands for farming in Dawei. If Leping returns to farming and raising livestock, then Dawei's annual grain harvest will only be even more insufficient, but if this continues , the people of Leping will not be able to survive.”

"It's been three years, and you can't find a way to prevent snow disasters?" Emperor Taikang was very dissatisfied.

He was about to lose his temper, Song Yuan didn't even dare to breathe, he stood quietly aside, praying over and over again that they would not notice him.

"My son is incompetent."

Emperor Taikang became more and more unhappy, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and even Chang De held his breath and dared not make any movement.

"No snow disaster has been reported in other places, but only Leping has reported snow disaster." Emperor Taikang looked gloomy: "Yuyang is colder than Leping, but it has a bumper harvest year after year. Is it because God doesn't reward food, or people don't want to enjoy rice. Eat, tell the local officials in Leping that if there is no autumn harvest this year, everyone will kill the three clans."

These words made the prince's face look ugly, he complied, and hurriedly retreated, Song Yuan took the memorial, and read it or not, and finally got through until Emperor Taikang wanted to see the minister, and she got the chance leave.

On the way, Song Yuan pondered over the conversation between Emperor Taikang and the prince, and remembered something that Zhu Ci had mentioned.

Among the government's decrees to encourage farming, the biggest obstacle is those wealthy gentry with tens of millions of cattle and sheep.

(End of this chapter)