Under the big tree outside the Han family's courtyard.
The old man and the young man were silent.
Finally Qin Qiong broke the calm. He looked up at the sky and said:
"It's getting late, call Zhijie, let's go back to Chang'an."
After saying that, he walked towards the courtyard gate, leaving behind a bleak figure.
Li Zexuan couldn't bear to look at this old man who had fought for his country all his life. Seeing that Qin Qiong was about to reach the courtyard gate, he said, "Uncle Qin, stay here. My nephew will tell you the truth!"
Qin Qiong stamped his feet and turned around, then walked over. He looked at Li Zexuan, nodded happily, said "good boy", and stood quietly aside, listening to Li Zexuan continue to speak.
Li Zexuan thought for a moment and said: "Uncle Qin, actually the reason why I raise so many chickens is mainly because of a prophecy left by my master during his lifetime. My master said that in June next year, an unprecedented catastrophe will occur in the Tang Dynasty. Great locust plague..."
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As Li Zexuan spoke, Qin Qiong's face became more and more serious. After Li Zexuan finished explaining what he said to his father that night, Qin Qiong was extremely ugly. He couldn't help it anymore, pointed at Li Zexuan and cursed angrily:
"Shuzi! Why didn't you report such a big thing to His Majesty earlier? Why can't you bear to watch the people in other states and counties starve to death when the locust plague comes? I just discovered today that you, Li Zexuan, are so hard-hearted. What good will it do to you if you let the common people starve to death? Do you, a son of an immortal, really want to become an immortal?"
Qin Qiong's words were heartbreaking, and Li Zexuan was immediately stabbed all over. He thought about all the hard work he had done in the past few months, but was finally criticized by Qin Qiong as being selfish. The grievances and anger in his heart suddenly burst out. He couldn't help it any longer and roared:
"Are you willing to hide it? If my nephew tells the truth to your majesty, how can your majesty believe me? He might even accuse my family and implicate my nephew's parents. In addition, once this matter is spread, it will definitely cause panic among the people. At that time, countless people were frantically snatching food, which would definitely cause food prices to soar and public resentment to boil. How can my nephew bear this crime?"
Qin Qiong's face was startled when he heard this, and Li Zexuan took a breath and continued:
"The locust plague is just a prophecy of my master. If the locust plague doesn't come by then, wouldn't the world's worries be in vain? My nephew will be accused by thousands of people and will be infamy for eternity. I'm fine. The worst is like my master. Just the same, living in seclusion in the world and being idle, but what about my father, mother and sister? They will continue to live in the land of the Tang Dynasty. And do you really think that my nephew can bear to watch the people suffer? If this is really the case, then Why do you want to raise 150,000 chickens in Hanjiazhuang and Meicun? Do you think I have a heart of stone? My nephew, like you, loves the land of the Tang Dynasty and the people of the Tang Dynasty. My nephew also wants to do it very much. Save them..."
After Li Zexuan finished speaking, he took a long breath, leaned slumped against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and said no more. If you look carefully, you can see that there are tears in his eyes at this time.
Qin Qiong stood there with a complex expression on his face, and his expression changed for a while. Finally, he sighed, walked over, patted Li Zexuan's shoulder gently, and said:
"Xiao Xuan, I just misunderstood you, please don't take it to heart."
Li Zexuan said quickly: "What did Uncle Qin say? I know that you always truly serve the country and the people and care about the people. The tone of what my nephew said just now was very offensive. I hope you don't have the same understanding as my nephew!"
He has also suppressed the locust plague in his heart for a long time. He knows that everything he has done so far can only save some people. Thousands of people will still suffer by then. He feels very uncomfortable, but he has no other choice. , whether you call him selfish or cold-blooded, he must consider his family before doing anything. Today I finally found someone to vent to, but I was scolded, and the negative emotions I had suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out. Although he felt much more comfortable at this moment, he also realized that his tone just now was too harsh.
Qin Qiong shook his head and said: "It's normal for young people to be angry. I won't blame you. It's just Xiaoxuan, is there really no other way?"
Li Zexuan thought for a while and replied: "Since ancient times, haven't kings of all ages been at a loss when it comes to locust plagues? I also want to save more people, but my nephew's ability is limited, so there is really no other way."
Qin Qiong was silent for a long time and sighed deeply. At this moment, he seemed to have aged ten years again. I saw him beating the tree trunk angrily, and said unwillingly: "I will draft a secret document when I get back today and submit it to Your Majesty tomorrow. If Your Majesty has any blame, I will bear it!"
Li Zexuan was shocked and waved his hand to stop him: "Absolutely not! The locust plague is just a prophecy. There is no conclusive evidence. Uncle Qin please think twice before acting impulsively!"
Qin Qiong shook his head and said: "Xiaoxuan, it is better to believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe that it does not exist. Otherwise, when the locust plague really comes, all we can do is wait for death. Besides, the weather this year is so abnormal, just now In May, it is so hot. I estimate that 80% of the time there will be a severe drought. As the saying goes, after a severe drought, there will be big locusts. Your master’s prediction may not be unreasonable. After all, your power is limited. If you want to save all of us in the Tang Dynasty, The people must rely on the power of the imperial court."
"But…"
Li Zexuan wanted to continue to dissuade him, but was interrupted by Qin Qiong's hand.
"Xiao Xuan, you don't need to persuade me anymore. During my life as a soldier, I finally saw peace in the world and people living and working in peace and contentment. I will never watch them starve to death because of the locust plague again. My hands are already stained with countless blood. It should have been taken away by God and fallen into reincarnation, but now I can use this mutilated body to do something practical for the people. Even if I am accused by His Majesty or accused by thousands of people, I will have no regrets!"
Li Zexuan was moved by the old man's sad words. He felt that he was so small compared with Qin Qiong at this moment. At this time, he felt that a man should be as responsible as Qin Qiong, so he said:
"Uncle Qin, this matter happened because of me. How can you be responsible for it? Uncle Qin, just report it to Your Majesty. If Your Majesty is held accountable, my nephew will bear the responsibility together with you!"
Qin Qiong said in surprise: "How can this happen? Xiaoxuan, you are still young and you still have a long way to go. Don't be impulsive."
Li Zexuan said firmly: "My nephew is not acting on impulse. This is a decision I made after careful consideration. If Uncle Qin does not agree, my nephew will write to His Majesty alone!"
Seeing that Li Zexuan had made up his mind, Qin Shubao could only nod his head and said: "Okay, I will also write your name in the secret book. You and I will jointly submit a letter. It is getting late now. Call Zhijie and we will return to the city. Bar!"
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Li Zexuan returned to the small courtyard and found Han Yuxi waiting for him in the courtyard, so he smiled at her and signaled that he was fine.
Cheng Yaojin sat in the yard, squinting his eyes slightly, probably not fully recovered yet. I didn't see Han Lizheng, so I guess he was still drunk.
Li Zexuan went over and said a few words to Han Yuxi, and once again told her to be careful when entering the city tomorrow.
Then he pulled Cheng Yaojin, who was slightly awake, and called the Hu Jingran siblings over. Anyway, they were just two children, not heavy, so each of them would just sit with one more.
In this way, five people and three riders left Hanjiazhuang on horseback, heading towards Chang'an City under the sunset.
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