My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 329 Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green

When the four fingers of Guiguzi's left hand stopped from the fast and orderly pinching.

The old coachman stared, his weakened body was gathering strength, and he was about to rush forward to stop Ying Chengxun, and at the same time as Yue Nu, he opened his mouth and was about to curse.

Guiguzi hit the old coachman on the brainstem with his left hand, and the old coachman who had no defense against the teacher suddenly went dark.His body softened, and he was grabbed by Guiguzi.

Seeing this scene, Ying Chengxi smiled lightly and said:
"With the prince's nature, he doesn't care about the life and death of a coachman. Stop the coachman from working hard for you, it seems that the prince's calculation is auspicious."

Guiguzi smiled wryly.

"Auspiciousness and inauspiciousness are not important, what matters is what the king thinks. My life and death are not in the hands of heaven, but in the hands of the king. Chang Junshang can turn good luck into bad luck, and can also turn bad luck into good luck."

Ying Chengxue laughed loudly, patted Guiguzi on the shoulder and said that I am not that kind of person, it would be too arrogant to do that, hahaha.

On the side, Yue's face was cold, and she was very familiar with Guiguzi's situation at the moment.When she first met Ying Chengyu, she was teased like this.

She knew that Ying Chengxuan had a rebellious mentality, and she didn't think Guiguzi's worries were groundless.Thinking that it's not good or bad for my husband to ask, it's just to do the opposite, to prove that the sky is wrong.

"You really don't plan to tell me whether it's bad luck or good luck?"

"I don't know how to tell you whether it is bad or good. If you say good luck, you are afraid that your words will be inaccurate, and you will die in Huangquan. If you say evil, you will be afraid that your words will be accurate, and you will die on the spot. You want this old man." Bad luck, or good luck?"

"Look, you're testing me again."

Ying Chengxi took over the old coachman from Guiguzi, hugged him horizontally on the wooden bench of the Changting Pavilion, and Guiguzi was very cooperative throughout the process.

Ying Chengxun leaned on the railing with no trace of moisture on the side of the sidewalk with one hand, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

"Why did the prince leave? I've chased him all the way here, so let's hear the truth."

"...If this old man doesn't leave, Your Majesty will never stand up. Only Your Majesty knows what the future will look like. Only Your Majesty can do this."

"The prince can't see me being lazy..."

[Husband is indeed too lazy...]
The Vietnamese girl empathizes.

She understands Guiguzi's choices, methods, and explanations very well, and the person next to her pillow can't understand Ying Cheng's fishing.

When he was still in the Chang'an Monarch's Mansion, Guiguzi had always wanted to make Ying Chengxun ascend the throne, and he couldn't get used to Ying Chengxun's long-standing style of salty fish.

When he arrived in Handi, Ying Chengxun left all the official duties to Guiguzi, and continued to enjoy himself as a salted fish.Not only did Guiguzi want Ying Chengxuan to be in charge more than once, and he was not rejected once.

From Ying Chengyu's mouth, he knew what Guiguzi was doing in Chang'an Junfu, and he saw Guiguzi working late into the night more than once in Handi.

Guiguzi's escape, in Yue Nu's mind, is really normal.And the reason for escaping is to let Ying Chengxi take charge of the government, which is also very reasonable.

Ying Chengxun looked sideways at Guiguzi.

"Let me just say, the prince first said in the letter that he thought I would go against the sky and would not succeed, so he left me. Then he said that he wanted to fight against the heaven and the earth, so he left me. Preface Believe in heaven, The postscript is against the sky, the preface does not match and the postscript contradicts itself, so I feel that there must be something wrong with it. It turns out that I want to strengthen myself, which makes sense, the prince is really my humerus."

"Your Majesty is joking with the old man again. Given your superior intelligence and wisdom, you should have already thought of this."

"I'm not as smart as the prince."

Ying Chengxi smiled, not knowing whether the object of the smile was Guiguzi or himself, with his hands behind his back.

"I asked the prince if there is a sky in this world, and the prince said that if he believed it, there would be, and if he didn't believe it, there would be no. There was no direct answer. Today I want to ask again, prince, is there a sky in this world?"

Ying Chengxue is very serious, and the more serious Ying Chengxue is, the more confused Guiguzi will be.

He beckoned the rain in front of Ying Chengxue, and he was too heavy-handed, and he didn't hide the truth from Ying Chengxun just now when divination with his left hand.If he didn't believe in heaven, he wouldn't do these things that ask heaven.

[He clearly knows that I believe in heaven, so why is it unnecessary to ask? ]
It's normal for a stupid person to ask this kind of question, but in Guiguzi's eyes, although Ying Chengxue is naive at times, he definitely has nothing to do with stupidity.

He knew that Ying Chengxuan had a deep meaning, but he didn't know what the deep meaning was, which was beyond his expectation.It's like he decided that Ying Chengxiu would not catch up, but Ying Chengxiu was waiting for him in front of him.

"Yes."

Guiguzi followed Ying Chengxi's words, and his thoughts changed for only a moment.

"Very good, Cheng Yu still wants to know, whether the prince really lived hundreds of years?"

Ying Chengxi raised his finger to the sky.

"This question, please swear to the sky, the prince."

Guiguzi's heart sank immediately, and he raised three fingers with his right hand.

"I swear to God, my lifespan today is 320."

This question didn't matter much to Guiguzi. What made Guiguzi's heart sink was that he thought that Ying Chengxu's next question would make him swear to the sky that he could only tell the truth.

He can deceive people, but not the sky.

[That's true! ]
Ying Chengxi was shocked.

320 Eight-year-old Guiguzi has white hair and a pale face. He looks only seventy-eight years old, not at all 320 years old.

Moreover, compared with the real old man in his seventies and eighties, Guiguzi, who has not lost his teeth, has a strong hand, and moves freely, is much stronger in terms of physical fitness.

Ying Chengxi looked at Guiguzi for a long time as if looking at a monster, and Guiguzi was even more confused.I don't know whether Ying Chengxuan was surprised by his truth or his age.

In this era when Peng Zushou was recorded for 800 years, and those who knew him did not have much doubt, Guiguzi did not understand why Ying Chengxun cared so much about him living for 320 years.

But these are not important, Guiguzi quickly put these things to the back of his mind, and became 12 careful about Ying Chengxu's next question, planning not to swear how to save his life.

however.

"After the heavy rain, the road is muddy and there are no ruts left. Although this journey is a bullock cart, the prince is not comfortable."

Not hearing the fatal question, Guiguzi breathed a sigh of relief.

[This is to say that the old man ran away, so the journey was not smooth. ]
"Not under the command of the king, without the support of the king, everything will not go well for this old man."

"Oh, the prince misunderstood me, I just express my feelings."

Ying Chengxi didn't wait for Guiguzi's response, walked out of the long pavilion to the bullock cart, and touched the big green bull's horns.

Da Qingniu didn't bother to talk to Ying Chengxun, flicking his tail to drive away the non-existent mosquitoes and flies, Guiguzi felt very self-conscious that he followed Ying Chengxun to the front of the car.

Ying Chengxun glanced at the wheels of the ox cart.

"Brother Huang has already ordered the cars to be on the same track, and the distance between the wheels of the world will be fixed in the future. I am afraid that the prince will not be able to ride in this car in the future, and he will change to a car that meets the standards of the Qin State. By then, the ruts of the official roads will be the same, and the cars of the world will be along one road." Walk in ruts. Even if you travel after a heavy rain, the road is not so difficult."

Ying Chengxue glanced at the potholes and rutted official roads again.

When the moisture in the mud disappears completely, the dried mud hardens, and the wheels creak instead of sinking directly when pressed, then it is really difficult to walk.

"When Chi Dao is finished, the official road will be built next. No matter how much it rains, the road will be as smooth as before."

The Qin Dynasty did not have trucks weighing more than ten tons. The heaviest vehicles were chariots weighing no more than a hundred catties. The cement was strong enough to withstand the pressure without breaking.

Guiguzi nodded, knowing that Ying Chengxun had developed cement, he had no doubts about it.The official road made of solidified concrete is completely different from the current one made of loess.

"Prince, don't be too nervous. I don't have any other intentions here, but I don't want to say goodbye to the prince so simply. After all, after this farewell, the next time we meet, the prince may be standing in front of my grave."

Guiguzi raised his hand to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist on his face, and said in trepidation:
"Your Majesty jokingly said that going away from Zen is by no means an enemy of Your Majesty."

"Ha, I mean you lived a long time, I guess you will still look like this after I die. It's not that I died because of you, don't think too much about it."

Guiguzi nodded, with a look of lingering fear.

Ying Chengxun took Guiguzi to the edge of the long pavilion, and patted the long pavilion pillars that were not stained with any moisture.

"Life and death must have a sense of ritual. In order to practice it for the prince, I hurriedly built a long pavilion here."

"..."

Guiguzi, who lived for 320 years and sent away an unknown number of relatives, close friends, and disciples, was not so sentimental, and ignored Ying Chengxi's previous words.

But Ying Chengxi's last words made him a little speechless, and he realized that the pavilion was not right.

The geese leave their voices, and the people leave their marks.

It rained so much last night, the long pavilion went up and down, but there was no wet mark on the inside and outside, as if it was not standing here last night.

Now after hearing what Ying Chengxi said, I realized that the long pavilion hadn't been built last night.

Ying Chengxun leaned against the long pavilion, and asked Guiguzi to look at the muddy official road that existed since the Zhou Dynasty. He pointed to the extremely lush, calf-high, endless weeds on both sides of the official road, and softly chanted:
"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green.

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain."

Simple words, describing simple scenes, bring Guiguzi simple feelings, bleak.

He who thought he didn't care much about emotions for a long time, unexpectedly had a trace of sadness that was so light that it was almost non-existent.

"Poetry is a small way, don't be obsessed with it..."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, half of the best friends are gone.

"A pot of turbid wine is enough for the rest of the fun, don't dream about the cold tonight."

It rained heavily last night, and Guiguzi walked in the rain.

Even though I wore a coir raincoat and an oil-paper umbrella, I was still wet and cold all over my body.

Ying Chengyu warmed the wine and thought it would relieve the cold. Guiguzi drank three pots and still felt unwell.I wanted to leave immediately, but it was unbearable, so I soaked in hot water for a long time in a wooden barrel to drive away the cold.

Even now, Guiguzi still feels a dull pain in the joints of his legs.

Guiguzi felt the same when he heard the second sentence, but as for the first sentence...

In the first 320 years of the 100th century, Guiguzi was known as a friend all over the world, with friends everywhere—Wen Zhong, Fan Li, Shang Yang, Shi Jiao, Mo Di, Zhuang Zhou and so on.

And now, those people are gone.

In fact, Guiguzi really wants to know how to return Lingluo, even if he lives in the remotest corners of the world, he can go there.

"The time for blowing the willows is limited, I can't do it, and I can't plant so many willow trees. I don't know how to play the flute, and I don't want to learn it, so I will pass it. But I have plenty of wine."

Ying Chengxi took out a wine bottle from his arms, shook it at Guiguzi, and threw it over.

Guiguzi caught it in his palm, pulled out the cork, and took a gulp.

Sweet, very sweet, but also very strong, and it is a wine that Guiguzi has never drunk.

His facial expression can be controlled to not change, but his face is uncontrollable, blood rushes up rapidly.

"If people's hearts are united, the king is wise."

"I haven't finished reading it yet, I want to praise it later."

The setting sun set, and the no longer hot sun shone in the long pavilion.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green.

"Ask you when you will come here, don't linger when you come.

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, half of the best friends are gone.

"Life is rarely a happy gathering, only parting is more."

Guiguzi sipped the wine, seeing that Ying Chengxun stopped chanting, he said doubtfully:
"Why don't you read it, Your Majesty?"

In the Qin Dynasty, most of them were four-character sentences, such as a fair lady and a gentleman.But the text is very long, and the poems included in the "Book of Songs" among the Five Classics of Confucianism are all of this type.

Ying Chengxun spread his hands.

"It's over."

Guiguzi nodded knowingly.

"Isn't this what your majesty did?"

"Of course not."

"Shi is a small way, don't invest too much, Your Majesty."

"promise."

Guiguzi drank wine and walked outside the pavilion to look at the newly built pavilion.

"It means that your majesty can do this and build a long pavilion for reciting a poem. What is the difference between your majesty's action and King Zhou digging a pool to pour wine for drinking, and hanging meat on a branch of a forest if he wants to eat meat?" "

Ying Chengxi laughed and said:
"The difference is that the Jiuchi Meat Grove is only enjoyed by King Zhou, and the long pavilion I built allows me to recite poems on it today and allow travelers to sit and rest in the future. In addition, Zhou was given a bad posthumous posthumous title by the Zhou people, and the Jiuchi Meat Forest is also fabricated. It should be Called Emperor Xin.

"The "History of Qin" records that it was for the purpose of expanding the territory, abolishing slavery, and abolishing human sacrifices, which touched the interests of many princes. Although they worked hard to govern and were talented, the princes still wanted to rebel and were stolen by Ji Fa on the way to conquer Dongyi. Home.

"If you look at it from this perspective, my actions are not much different from his. Maybe our ending is the same."

Guiguzi said:
"The ancestors of the Ying family in the state of Qin came from evil. During the period of King Zhou, they were ministers of humerus. King Wu defeated Zhou and suffered a lot of resistance from evil. Therefore, King Wu of Zhou destroyed Shang and shot evil at his mouth to vent his anger. Therefore, "History of Qin" Speak to King Zhou, "

"The prince wants to discuss the truth of history with me?"

"The truth of history is not important, what matters is who wrote it. Just like today, the emperor is Lord Chang'an, who can build a long pavilion, recite poems, and send wine for parting."

"It is."

Ying Chengxun smiled, turned his head to look at the sunset, and prevented Guiguzi from seeing the look in his eyes.

"Most partings are ordinary, and there are no vigorous ones."

Three days before the crossing, Ying Chengxun went to his mother's house to get the wine made by his mother. It was Ying Chengxun's favorite wine when he was a child, a sweet wine with a lot of rock sugar added.

I didn't stay at my mother's house for 1 minute, so I left as soon as I got it, and told my mother who came out and told me to put the wine in the refrigerator to taste better, and told me not to make it for me next time.

He put the bottle of wine in the car casually, and didn't even take it home.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I miss you."

Ying Chengxi took out a jug of wine from his arms and took a sip. Although it was very sweet, it was not as sweet as grapes.

"I just want to drink. Qin Chao is so poor that he doesn't even have grapes."

(End of this chapter)