Chapter 1210: There Are some Changes After All

So many people died in Luoyang City, but it was not as important as a breakfast for the royal family.

Neither the queen, who suffered a great loss, nor the prince, who suffered a loss passively, mentioned what happened last night, just like the bloody night yesterday had nothing to do with them.

After breakfast, Li Zhi called Ruichun.

"The prince hopes that I will go to Chang'an to recuperate for a while. What do you think?"

Ruichun whispered: "Chang'an is a good place."

Li Zhi sneered and said: "The phoenix falls on the treasure land, and the dragon can only go to the mountains and swamps!"

Ruichun looked around, and then continued to whisper: "The queen will not go to Chang'an either."

Li Zhi smiled and said: "It seems that Chang'an already belongs to the prince."

Ruichun thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, I think Chang'an belongs to the Tang Dynasty!"

Li Zhi glanced at Ruichun and said: "What do you mean?"

Ruichun said: "Your Majesty can go to Chang'an. After Your Majesty goes to Chang'an, Chang'an belongs to Your Majesty. The queen can also go to Chang'an. After the queen goes to Chang'an, Chang'an respects the queen, and the prince is the same."

Li Zhi was surprised and said: "How did you get This conclusion? "

Ruichun said: "The governor of Chang'an is well-behaved. They recognize the legitimacy of the Tang Dynasty. Even if Your Majesty appoints a beggar as the governor of Chang'an at this moment, the officials in Chang'an will recognize this new governor. The due respect will not be reduced, and the due power will not be reduced. When the officials execute the orders of this beggar governor, even if it is the most absurd order, the officials there will definitely execute this absurd order into a good thing that benefits the country and the people. "

"No matter what order?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, for ten years, the decrees issued by Chang'an are all good decrees that rest with the people. "

Li Zhi glanced at Ruichun and said: "Are you instigating me to embarrass the officials of Chang'an? Go back and get twenty big boards. "

Ruichun smiled and agreed.

Li Zhi shook his head and said, "I will not go to Chang'an."

Ruichun said quickly, "Your Majesty's worries are reasonable."

Li Zhi smiled and said, "What you think I am worried about is not the same as my real worries. Let me tell you, if I go to Chang'an, I will definitely be a hundred times more comfortable than Luoyang.

Looking around, I see prosperity everywhere, and what I hear is the sound of peace and prosperity, and a good harvest. Even if there is a conflict on the border or a rebellion in the country, the Tang army can quickly quell it.

In addition, Yunchu, this idiot, is a man who can talk and do things. He will definitely serve me comfortably.

Don't think that he is flattering me. Let me tell you, as long as I am in Chang'an, he will unscrupulously carry out the decrees he hopes to formulate, and will unscrupulously implement his ideal Chang'an, merged with the current Chang'an.

Under the heavens, only I am in Chang'an, he dares to promote the construction of Chang'an with great determination.

You only know that I can live comfortably and intimately in Chang'an, but you don't know that once the emperor falls into the gentle land, his death is coming.

Every emperor who wants to make a difference, which one did not walk out of the thorn forest barefoot?

Now is the best time for the Tang Dynasty, I want to enjoy it for two more years, and I can't enter the gentle land of Chang'an.

Get ready, three days later, I will move to Jiucheng Palace! "

It takes nine days for ordinary people to walk from Luoyang to Chang'an. However, this is only a rough estimate. The actual time required may vary depending on the season, weather, road conditions and means of transportation.

The Yunchu family's convoy used a marching method, so in just three days, the Yun family's convoy had passed Tongguan.

After passing Tongguan, even if you enter the Guanzhong Plain, go south along the Wei River and eventually arrive in Chang'an.

In the past, Tongguan became the most important barrier in Guanzhong because of its strategic location and easy defense. Now it is different. Since the emperor moved the capital to Luoyang, Tongguan has gradually declined due to political factors. In addition, the Yellow River has been cutting through Tongguan, which has led to the collapse of the two walls of Tongguan. It has not been properly repaired so far.

In other words, the court is no longer prepared to repair Tongguan. When the walls of Tongguan completely collapse and the surface of the Yellow River gradually cuts down, the decline of Tongguan will be irreversible.

It is very sad to see the gradually withering Tongguan. After all, he has not yet written Zhang Yanghao's eternal poem "Shanpoyang·Tongguan Nostalgia".

Standing on the top of the broken city of Tongguan, looking at the mountains and rivers with peaks and waves, Yun Chu pondered for a long time, and finally gave up chanting the famous sentence "Rise, the people suffer, and die, the people suffer".

It's nothing, just because he doesn't have the same position as Zhang Yanghao.

Since May, there has been no rain for half a year, which has a great impact on Guanzhong. There are traces of drought everywhere, and there is even a half-foot thick dust on the road.

The water of the Yellow River underfoot has become turbulent since September. However, although the water of the Yellow River looks a lot, its help to Guanzhong is extremely limited, because the river is in a deep canyon, and the water in the Yellow River cannot become a water source for irrigating the plains.

Even on the plains, the Yellow River will naturally cut down and hide itself in deep gullies.

Although it is a year of severe drought, the people seen along the way did not show the panic that should be seen in a disaster year. It is because there is little water and they don’t wash their faces very often. Everyone looks gray, but judging from the millet buns held by a group of dirty children, they should still have a lot of food stored in their homes.

If there was not enough food, how could there be children running around with millet buns? They would have become big-headed babies with big stomachs and thin limbs because of the porridge they drank. How could they have the energy to spit at the Yun family convoy because the dust raised by the passing Yun family convoy got all over their heads and faces?

"It has rained in Guanzhong in the past five months. There have been two rains, but they were very small and only moistened the ground. It was useless to alleviate the drought."

After listening to Yin Erhu's words, Yun Chu took the initiative to ask the old man squatting at the foot of the wall to bask in the sun.

"Old man, is there enough food at home to support us until next summer's harvest?"

The old man with mucus in his eyes looked at Yun Chu, who was dressed in brocade, in doubt. His face changed immediately. He snatched the millet steamed bun from his grandson and put it in his arms. He said to Yun Chu tremblingly: "Sir, where is there any extra food at home? The little food in my grandson's mouth is what I saved from my own mouth for him.

Look at this kid, he is so hungry that his bones are exposed. He is already eight years old."

Yun Chu looked at the little kid in front of him who was only four years old. He was as strong as a calf and was very brave. He wanted to touch the sword on Yin Erhu's waist when he had nothing to do.

I know that giving these people food is fine, but it is just a dream to want to take more food from them.

Unable to ask anything and not getting a good look, Yun Chu naturally lost the intention to visit the poor and ask about their sufferings.

As soon as Yun Chu left, the old man stuffed the millet bun hidden in his arms back to his grandson, and slapped his grandson on the butt and said, "You bastard, you only know how to show off. If the government knows that we can eat enough, they will definitely collect more taxes this year...hide it and eat it in the future."

The old man was not actually talking to his own grandson, but rather to Yun Chu, the official, because his voice was loud and he didn't cover it.

Yun Chu was furious, snatched half of the millet bun from the child and took a bite, and angrily said to the old man, "You know I'm an official, but you don't know how to hide it."

The old man glared at him, and Yun Chu felt relieved.

The millet bun was very solid. It was made by grinding all the millet. There was nothing else added in it. It was just half a pure grain bun. It was very filling after eating.

If the family can make such a solid steamed bun, and the family's food reserves cannot last for two years, Yun Chu can give him his head as compensation.

Yun Chu ate the millet steamed bun while walking away, ignoring the thunderous curses behind him.

Tongguan is considered a poor place in Guanzhong. If you want to see the good life of the people, you have to look at the Weihe River Basin.

After turning from Tongguan to Weishui, Yun Chu couldn't help but sigh. The turbulent Weihe River in the past is now only 40% of the past, and the river water still exudes an unpleasant smell.

There is no way to do this. When the Weishui River was abundant, the sewage discharged into the Weishui River by Chang'an City did not have time to emit the smell and was sent to the Yellow River. Now the water is insufficient, and the Weishui River has become a stinking ditch.

Yun Chu even dared to be sure that at least one-tenth of the water flowing in the Weishui River now comes from Chang'an's domestic sewage.

It can be said that the people of Chang'an are clean, but the people of the Weihe River are stinky for 300 miles.

It is said that rivers in nature have self-purification functions, but Yun Chu did not see this from the Wei River.

After smelling the stinky water of the Wei River for two days, Yun Chu and his family finally returned to Chang'an.

Like all officials who returned to Chang'an, no one greeted them, and no one paid special attention to them. When they entered the city from Mingde Gate, several gate officials who were just for show recognized Yun's groom.

When they were about to reach Chang'an, all the people of the Yun family took the initiative to remove their armor. It was very troublesome to enter Chang'an City wearing armor. No matter who you are, the bad people will register the number of armors, check whether the armor is compliant, whether the length of the weapon exceeds the standard, the origin of the crossbow, whether the bow force exceeds four stones, and whether the arrows are military standard...

So, when the Yun family put away all their minions, the caravan was almost the same as that of ordinary noble families. This was too common in Chang'an. After all, all the remaining noble families in Chang'an lived here.

After returning to their home in Jinchangfang, the Yun family closed the door for three days.

It's not that Yun Chu didn't want to grasp the current situation in Chang'an as soon as possible, but the old immortal had important things to arrange. The debate conference of Buddhism and Taoism in Louguantai was about to start. The old immortal hoped that Yun could devote himself to this matter and not be confused by Xuanzang.

Yun Chu didn't care much about the debate conference in Louguantai. This was the business of Yun Jin and Wen Huan. As for himself, he went to Da Ci'en Temple to pay a visit to Xuanzang.

This had nothing to do with whether Xuanzang was his father. The main thing was that Master Kuiji believed that the money Yun had borrowed had long passed the three-year period, and it was time to repay it anyway.

Yun Chu washed off the dust on the journey, put on a gray monk's robe, and left from the back door with a carefully made sliced ​​thousand-layer cloud cake under his ribs and entered Da Ci'en Temple.

"You were away this year, and the Indian water lilies in the lotus pond bloomed 108 flowers, 18 colors."

Yun Chu came, and the host Master Kuiji naturally greeted him.

"Are you sure you didn't pull out some or transplant some? There are only 108 flowers, and they are 18 colors. These two conditions are superimposed. I can only say it's impossible!"

"Buddhists don't tell lies."

"When I was in the southwest, the great Buddhist master Du Hai would not speak unless he told a lie!"

"It was because he told too many lies that the Buddha called him back to sit down and continue practicing. Let's not talk about Du Hai. Are you ready to pay back the money?"

Yun Chuyang raised the sliced ​​cloud cake in his hand and said, "Go and see Master Xuanzang first."

Qiuji said fiercely: "Even if Master Xuanzang agrees not to pay back the money, you won't be able to pass this test. It's three million. Do you know how many mendicants and years it would take to reach this level?"

Yun Chu grinned and said: "Master Xuanzang is a true monk and regards money as dirt. However, you, an old monk, have practiced with Master Xuanzang for so long and you have not broken the concept of money."

Master Peeping Machine stopped and said, "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

Yun Chu stroked Master Qiuji's broad back and said, "How is it possible? The money will definitely be repaid, it just depends on how you pay it back. I heard that the Louguantai Bible Debate Conference is about to be held, but I never paid attention to it before. Sun Shenxian takes these things very seriously."

Master Guiji didn't feel the slightest sense of nervousness when he heard this. He clasped his hands and said to Yunchu: "Amitabha, it's just a battle of words. It doesn't matter if you win, it doesn't matter if you lose."

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the monastery where Master Xuanzang practiced.

Yun Chu had not seen him for more than two years. The moment he saw Master Xuanzang, Yun Chu was stunned. He never imagined that Xuanzang, who had already looked very old two years ago, was now wearing a white monk's robe and smiling broadly. Standing on the lotus platform of the Jingshe, there is actually a hint of youthful romance.