Chapter 678: Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you

Wen Xianzhi walked to the side of the carriage deep and shallow. He did not wear a hat, so the snowflakes were already wet on the Jinxian crown that was floating on his head.

Although he refused, he still bent and said with a smile: "I am late to come, please forgive me."

There was no sound in the carriage, no sound at all.

Wen Xianzhi's face was as frosty as the weather was. He coughed and continued, "Please enter the city."

There was still no sound, and the officials who followed Wen Xianzhi couldn't help but wink, guessing what the arbitrary King Pingxi was going to be.

The snowflakes seemed to have not stopped. Wen Xianzhi, wearing a fox fur, had already felt the chill, but Chen Ao didn't say anything, and he couldn't go back to the sedan chair. He wanted to ask his servant to bring a straw raincoat to put it on, but he was afraid that he would lose the opportunity to give Pingxi King a chance to give him a handle. So Wen Xianzhi tightened her fur from time to time and stood on the snow.

The snowflakes had already covered his head. As soon as it fell, they were melted by the temperature of his body and turned into ice water. It ticked down from his chin and the back of his head. The ice water entered the gap of the fox fur like a small snake. Wen Xianzhi felt that she could not stay there for a quarter of an hour, and she couldn't help but shivered, cursing the ghost weather in her heart and cursing the damn imperial envoy.

"Please enter the city!" He was already a little impatient and his voice became a little louder.

But the people in the carriage were like they wanted to compete with him, just saying nothing.

The cold wind blew like a knife, storming on Wen Xianzhi's face. Wen Xianzhi had already felt a layer of frost on his face, and even his smile was stiff. The officials standing behind him were obviously worse than him. They just put on a jacket with a red shirt. After all, a master like them didn't have much chance to get in touch with ice and snow. When he went to the yamen, there were charcoal basins, and when he returned to the mansion, there were ground dragons, and when he went in and out, he was warm sedan chairs covered with animal skins and a hand stove, and no one expected such an embarrassing situation.

Wen Xianzhi was already trembling, and the anger in her stomach wanted to vent, but she could only try her best to hold it back. The thickest clothes he was wearing were the one with the most trembling. The cold wind was like a living thing, and it could actually penetrate into her clothes along the gap. He couldn't help but sneeze, and he couldn't bear it.

Half an hour passed, and it was fine at first, but the more I felt like I was living like the year, and I didn’t want to stiffen for a second. I saw that the sky was getting darker and darker, and it was early this winter, and the smoke from the cooking stoves in the city had not yet burned, it was so dark that it could not be seen five feet away. The strong wind blew the snowflakes and drizzled. Wen Xianzhi felt more uncomfortable than death at this time. She had a thin layer of snow on her body, and her body could not tell the difference between hot and cold. She was so stiff that she could not sense it.

A yawn came from the carriage, like the sound of Changmeng just waking up, and then someone said, "Has that dog Wen Xianzhi just arrived?"

Wen Xianzhi heard Chen Ao's yawn, as if she had heard the fairy sound. She was about to speak, but when she heard the word "dog" and her face became stiff again and she closed her mouth.

Tong Hu, who was standing beside the carriage, said at this time: "Report to Your Highness, it's time for the man to arrive."

"Oh. Then why don't you reply after seeing me?" The voice in the carriage was mixed with a tone of indictment.

"Your Highness..." Wen Xianzhi finally spoke. His voice was a little hoarse, his throat was a little blocked, and even his mind was a little dizzy.

At this time, the curtain of the car was lifted, and a person emerged from the carriage. The sky was dim. With the halo of snow, you could see that this was a handsome young man, wearing a purple-gold python robe, a jade belt, a thin sword eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that seemed a bit lazy and a bit unsightly sharp, like a sword that had not been opened.

Chen Ao got off the shaft of the car and couldn't help but stretch. He was holding a paper fan in his hand. The paper fan closed and pointed to the snow all over the sky, and couldn't help laughing. I have to say that Chen Ao's smile at this time was really charming, neither ostentatious nor restrained, as if it came from the heart; the clear face suddenly became gentle, like a spring breeze.

"What auspicious snow, it's really white snow, but I think the spring is too late, so I pass through the trees and make flying flowers." His eyes closed in a thread, and he looked like a scholar on his outing. The beautiful scenery was covered with snow, covered in silver, with a little flushing on his face, radiating inner joy, smiling at the snowflakes falling, covering the ugliness of the earth.

Wen Xianzhi couldn't help but feel furious, thinking that he was leisurely and free, so he asked me to come here to accompany him to suffer.

"The country is like a painting, and the scenery of the northern country is full of my eyes today. How can such a good snow be miserable? Come here, I will use my pen and ink to make a picture of snow."

Chen Ao's words made Wen Xianzhi's heart sink to the bottom. Even if a painting is only one hour, it may not be able to lay the foundation. He feels that he can no longer support it. He is probably because he is suffering from the cold. If he stands for a few more hours, his life will be explained here.

Wen Xianzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Your Highness, the weather is cold and the earth is frozen. I am afraid that my body will be frozen. It is better to go to the city first and then write slowly."

Chen Ao patted the fan bone and glanced at him, saying, "Who are you?"

Wen Xianzhi smiled bitterly and had to politely say, "The Grand Governor of Taiyuan, Wen Xianzhi."

"Oh." Chen Ao didn't even raise his eyelids and said lightly: "So you are Wen Xianzhi."

Chen Ao said nothing, because at this time someone really brought in the ink from the carriage piled up for the ceremony behind. Someone came with a long plan, the pen was a wolf hair from Luzhou, the paper was a fine paper from Xuanzhou, and the inkstone was antique. Even the shelf looked like an antique. One lieutenant came with an oil umbrella, the other lieutenant laid the paper, carefully grinding the ink, and some people set up a torch. On this long snowy night, Chen Ao had reached out to grab the pen.

How could Wen Xianzhi support him? He was almost covered with snowflakes, his whole body was so cold that he didn't feel anything. He said numbly: "If your highness is cold, how should the emperor explain? Please ask your highness to withdraw this money and enter the city first and then make a decision."

Wen Xianzhi's tone became even more respectful, and she felt a lot of grievance, wishing that the disaster would be winged and flew into the city immediately to avoid letting herself suffer with him.

Chen Ao grabbed the pen, grabbed the sleeves holding the pen with one hand, dipped it in ink gracefully, glanced at him lightly, and said, "I'm afraid that Governor Wen is afraid that he is caught in the cold?"

Wen Xianzhi didn't care about anything at this time, for fear that Chen Ao would put a little ink on it. It should be noted that as long as the painter fell, it would be difficult for him to stop. He had no other choice, and his whole body had already plunged into the painting. However, God knows how long it will take for this painting. If he is in high spirits, it is possible that even if he paints the sky light tomorrow, King Pingxi has added a cloak and a straw raincoat, and he is wearing an oil umbrella on his head. He is young and has no problem supporting him for a night. But he is over 70 years old and is about to freeze. If he really wants to wait until the sky lights, it would be better to kill him?

When things came to this point, Wen Xianzhi just wanted to get out as soon as possible, so she said: "Your Highness is right. The emperor is indeed cold. Please ask the palace for mercy and enter the city."

Chen Ao finally put down his pen, looked him up and down with a faint smile, and said coldly: "Governor Wen can't stand it for only half an hour?"

"Shame, ashamed!" Wen Xianzhi said.

Chen Ao sneered: "Mr. Wen's body is precious and it will be covered with coldness in half an hour. But I want to ask..." His tone has become stern, as cold as the north wind, and he said sternly: "Director Wen knows that the victims outside the city have been here for ten days and twenty days. They have no fox furs to shelter from the wind, and they have no furry and food in their stomachs. They rely on a little hope and a little desire to survive, and they are still struggling here to survive. Governor Wen is a second-rank official enthroned by my Song Dynasty, but they are also good people of my Song Dynasty. I want to ask today why the border troops do not allow the victims to enter the city?"

Wen Xianzhi's thinking was already a little confused at this time and said dumbly: "This...this..."

Chen Ao pressed step by step and snorted coldly: "What? Tens of thousands of people can eat here and have a rainy day. Why is Governor Wen not willing to stay for half an hour? Is this how Mu Shou and share His Majesty's worries?"

Wen Xianzhi didn't look ashamed on her face. She wanted to argue, but in the end she swallowed these words back into her stomach. At this time, he didn't want to argue with Shen Ao at all. He just wanted to go back to the city immediately, return to the mansion, burn the earth dragon, put on a charcoal basin, drink a bowl of ginger soup, and ask a few doctors to ask how much medicine to take.

Chen Aosen sneered: "The saint said that you should not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. Wen Xianggong passed the imperial examination, where did you read this book? Or did you simply be so mean that you have forgotten the teachings of the saint and the duties of the court?"

Wen Xianzhi was speechless.

Chen Ao's face calmed down and he said slowly: "Now I am passing on the order of my king, and the access control will be opened immediately, so that the victims can enter the city. All the yamen and the government will make porridge and ginger soup, and then send them down. Ask the officers to draw areas in the narrow alleys in the city, so that the victims can gather to rest, and then search for hay and felt cloth. If you can distribute it, try to distribute it. When I come to Taiyuan, there will be no starving person or a corpse on the street. Whoever dares to sing the opposite tune with me will fight the arena..." Chen Ao said almost in the plainest tone: "I will let him die without a place to die!"

In an instant, there was a thunderous cheer outside the city. The victims saw hope and shouted with all their might.

The north wind was thrilling. At this time, Wen Xianzhi woke up. He was fainted by the cold wind. Only at this time did he realize that King Pingxi was giving him a warning. He had a gloomy face, and felt dizzy and gritted his teeth without saying a word. But a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

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