PDLP Chapter 319 (44 words added)
Chapter 319 (44 words added)
The snowstorm in Beijing was extremely severe. The streets were covered in deep snow, and few pedestrians were visible. A biting wind howled, carrying a chilling force. Outside the city, the scene was even more horrific, littered with the bodies of disaster victims—those who had frozen, starved, or died of disease—unburied. These victims, once vibrant lives, were now nothing more than cold corpses in this frigid world. Their faces still bore the marks of despair and pain, evoking pity. This snowstorm brought immense disaster to Beijing, leaving many homeless and without loved ones. An atmosphere of grief and fear permeated the city, and people lived in dire straits. Although the government had taken some measures to address the disaster, it seemed overwhelmed by the sheer number of victims. Food shortages and water pollution were worsening, making the survival of the victims increasingly difficult. Yet, amidst this scene of ruins, some kind-hearted people were still striving to help those affected. They organized themselves, establishing relief stations to provide food and shelter; doctors also did their best to treat the injured victims, hoping to save more lives. These acts of kindness showed the brilliance of humanity and made us believe that human strength is boundless in the face of adversity. Although the snowscape of the capital was picturesque, it concealed endless suffering and sorrow. We should pay attention to the fate of these victims, extend a helping hand, and overcome this difficult time together. At the same time, we must reflect on the lessons learned from this snow disaster and strengthen our ability to prevent and respond to natural disasters to protect the lives and property of the people. Only in this way can we prevent similar tragedies from happening again. The emperor was incompetent and foolish, obsessed with cultivating immortality and neglecting state affairs. He listened to the Taoist priests, believing that as long as he cultivated himself into an immortal, he could achieve immortality, so he spent a great deal of time and energy on this practice. He built a luxurious Taoist temple in the palace, where he meditated, refined elixirs, and chanted scriptures every day, even having palace maids wear Taoist robes and accompany him in his cultivation. The emperor was so obsessed with cultivating immortality that he was completely indifferent to national affairs. He no longer attended court or listened to the advice of his ministers. Officials in the palace took advantage of this to engage in corruption, oppress the people, and social order descended into chaos. Farmers were displaced and impoverished due to natural disasters and man-made calamities, but the emperor turned a blind eye. The emperor's pursuit of immortality aroused discontent and skepticism both inside and outside the court. Some ministers tried to advise the emperor to return to the right path, but the emperor ignored them, instead demoting or executing these ministers. Gradually, loyal ministers became fewer and fewer, while treacherous officials rose to power, plunging the country into crisis. The civil and military officials in the court viewed the Xue family army, which protected the country, as a thorn in their side, wanting to eliminate them as soon as possible. This Xue family army was a highly decorated force, brave and fearless on the battlefield, repeatedly achieving great feats and making great contributions to the stability and prosperity of the country. However, it was precisely because of the Xue family army's strength and prestige that some with ulterior motives felt uneasy and jealous. These people, driven by self-interest or instigated by others, began to slander and attack the Xue family army. They fabricated rumors, accusing the Xue family army of harboring ambitions of rebellion; they secretly colluded with foreign enemies, attempting to weaken the Xue family army's strength; they also exploited the emperor's trust, constantly slandering the Xue family army to incite suspicion and dissatisfaction among the emperor. Although the generals of the Xue family army were loyal and patriotic, they felt helpless and angry in the face of such conspiracies and slander. They knew that their every move could be seized upon by the enemy, bringing annihilation to the Xue family army. Therefore, they could only endure the humiliation and continue to serve the country, while carefully dealing with the schemes of those with ulterior motives. In the space, the golden waves of wheat swayed in the wind, like a golden ocean, exuding a rich fragrance. The spirit rice grew exceptionally robustly, its heavy ears drooping like strings of precious jewels. They shimmered with an eerie light under the sunlight, seemingly imbued with boundless spiritual energy. This golden field was brimming with life and vitality, allowing one to feel the wonder and beauty of nature. His father and elder brother were stationed year-round on the border, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the peace of the nation. Every winter, the biting winds swept across the land, and the iron cavalry of the Turks would frequently invade the border, bringing endless suffering and disaster to the local people. On this field of hope, a strong sense of mission ignited in the young man's heart. He knew that the harvest of spiritual herbs was not only related to his personal cultivation, but also to the safety of the nation and the well-being of the people. Therefore, he decided to send this batch of rare spiritual herbs to the border to support his father and brother's defense. Xue Ruanruan stood in the space, looking at the mountains of medicinal herbs and the full granaries, a firm determination welling up in her heart. She knew that these precious resources would become an important gift for her father and brother on their journey to the frontier. Each medicinal herb exuded a rich fragrance; they had been carefully cultivated and nurtured, containing boundless vitality. The full granary was the fruit of their hard work, a symbol of survival and hope. Xue Ruanruan clenched her fists, her eyes shining with unwavering determination. She knew the harsh environment of the frontier and the predicament her father and brothers faced—the harsh climate, scarce resources, and difficult living conditions. However, she firmly believed these supplies would be a powerful weapon for them to overcome their difficulties, giving them courage and hope. Each item represented her deep love and care for her father and brothers, allowing them to feel the warmth and support of their family. With deep longing and worry for her father and brothers, Xue Ruanruan prepared to embark on her journey. She would traverse mountains and rivers, enduring hardships, just to bring this warmth to them. She bid farewell to her relatives and friends, setting off alone. The road ahead was full of unknowns, but she did not back down, driven by her unwavering pursuit of medical knowledge, resolutely moving forward.
Xue Ruanruan curiously picked up the medical book, turning its pages. Inside were records of ancient and mysterious medical techniques. A thought struck her; she decided to study the book carefully, perhaps discovering new methods for treating patients. She knew these supplies would be her future survival guarantee and would help her through any difficult times to come. Only then did she feel at ease. These supplies were the result of a great deal of time and effort she had spent collecting, and now she finally had enough reserves to deal with any possible crisis. She knew she lived in a world full of variables and dangers, and her father held the power of an army of 100,000, meaning he possessed immense military power and influence. These troops could be well-trained and well-equipped soldiers who obeyed her father's commands and were loyal to him. Such power gave her father an important position in the political and military spheres, allowing him to significantly influence the security and stability of the country. At the same time, this power also brought responsibilities and challenges, requiring her father to use it cautiously to ensure that the army's actions complied with moral and legal norms and safeguarded the interests of the nation and its people. Furthermore, her father needed to manage relationships with other forces, including government officials, nobles, and other military commanders, to maintain his position and power. Against this backdrop, the story's plot might revolve around how her father used his military power to solve various problems, such as dealing with foreign invasions, quelling internal strife, or protecting the family's interests. This made him a thorn in the emperor's side. In this turbulent era, power and status were often accompanied by endless dangers and challenges. As his son, I was thus drawn into this power struggle. This put immense pressure on her, but also ignited her inner fighting spirit. In that endless darkness, a faint light flickered, like the brightest star in the night sky. This light was the entrance to the space, deeply hidden in the depths of her consciousness. It was like a black hole in the universe, attracting all matter and energy that approached. Only when her thoughts were fully immersed in it could she feel that mysterious and powerful force. This entrance to the space was like a huge mystery, waiting for her to unravel it. Each deeper exploration was like lifting a veil of mystery, gradually revealing the true face of this space. However, this space is not merely a simple entrance; it contains infinite possibilities and unknown challenges. Every step may bring unexpected dangers, but it may also open the door to a new realm. Only she can freely enter and exit. Each time she enters the space, she feels a tranquil and mysterious atmosphere. The interior is spacious and bright, with mountains of grain and fodder, emitting a fragrant aroma; medicinal herbs are neatly arranged on shelves, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance. In this space, time seems to stand still, everything appears so serene. There is no noisy world, no complicated thoughts, only endless tranquility and mystery. The boundaries of the space are blurred, as if it has merged with the universe. The light in this space becomes soft and warm, sprinkling into every corner, illuminating the secrets hidden in the darkness. A faint fragrance permeates the air, making one feel refreshed and relaxed. Xue Ruanruan can arrange and utilize these resources at will. She can use the grain in the space to solve her current predicament. These grains are piled up like mountains, like an endless treasure trove, emitting an alluring aroma. Each grain of rice was plump and round, shimmering with the light of life. She knew that this food was key to her survival in this desolate land. It would feed her army, keeping them strong and powerful. On this mysterious continent, there was a rare medicinal herb that grew atop high mountains, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. This herb possessed miraculous healing powers, capable of curing all kinds of injuries and even bringing the dead back to life.
However, obtaining this elixir is no easy task. It is guarded by powerful demonic beasts, and only the bravest and most capable adventurers can overcome numerous difficulties to retrieve this precious elixir.
When the elixir is brought back to the injured person, its strange fragrance seems to awaken the life force within them. Gently crush the elixir and apply it to the wound, and the injury will heal at a visible speed.
The power of the elixir was astonishing, becoming a beacon of hope in people's hearts. Countless people braved mountains and rivers, overcoming countless hardships, in search of this elixir. Because this elixir possessed miraculous effects, it could cure all the world's intractable diseases, bringing the dead back to life; it could greatly increase one's power, breaking through cultivation bottlenecks; it could even preserve one's youth and beauty forever. She embarked on a perilous journey, hoping to use its magical power to save more lives. This space became her strongest support, filling her with confidence and courage when facing difficulties and challenges. She felt a great sense of accomplishment. The grains and herbs piled up like mountains, emitting a rich aroma that brought immense satisfaction. Xue Ruanruan smiled, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes. She gently stroked these precious items, as if she could feel the life force they contained. Xue Ruanruan stared wide-eyed, incredulously at the mountain of grain piled up in the space. This grain stood like a small mountain, emitting an enticing aroma. She couldn't help but exclaim, "My goodness! So much grain! It'll be enough to feed us for a long time!" Xue Ruanruan rubbed her hands excitedly and began to think about how to distribute the grain. She planned to first distribute some of the grain to the poor villagers so that everyone could have enough to eat.
Soon, rumors about her began to circulate throughout the manor, saying that she had used some seductive tricks to get the Regent to bring her back. One day, Xue Ruanruan was walking in the garden when her gaze was drawn to a golden rice paddy. The paddy swayed gently in the breeze, resembling a golden ocean.
Xue Ruanruan approached the rice paddy with curiosity and discovered that these rice grains were different from ordinary rice grains. They emitted a mysterious light, as if they contained endless vitality.
She decided to take the spirit rice home to share her joy with her family. At the same time, she hoped to uncover more of the spirit rice's secrets so that more people could benefit from this miraculous crop. Suddenly, she was blocked by several maids of the concubines. One of the maids shrieked, "You're just an ignorant brat, daring to act so arrogantly in the Regent's Palace!" Xue Ruanruan frowned, about to retort. Just then, Murong Xun happened to pass by. He coldly glanced at the maids, "Who allowed you to act so presumptuously here?" The maids trembled with fear, their faces ashen, and immediately knelt down, begging for mercy. Their voices trembled, filled with fear and pleading: "Master, spare us! We know we were wrong, we'll never dare to do it again! Please, Master, have mercy!" Their heads pounded heavily on the ground, making a dull thud, as if expressing their remorse and fear to their master. Murong Xun then looked at Xue Ruanruan and said, "Don't pay attention to these people. Just do what you're supposed to do." With that, he turned and left.