On the second day, when the rooster crowed, he slept soundly and was woken up by Jing Xuan, groomed and changed his clothes groggily, and as soon as he got into the car, he fell asleep in Jing Xuan's arms.

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By the time she came to her senses again in the slight swaying of the carriage, a strong ray of sunlight had been lingering outside the curtain for a long time.

"Lazy girl."

Jing Xuan shook her head helplessly, this girl really doesn't look like a half-diǎn grave woman.

But to put it simply, half of it is due to his worry-relieving temperament, and the other half is also spoiled by him, so it's no wonder that he can't solve his worries.

Xie Wei flattened his mouth, hugged his arms, brushed a lock of broken hair on his sideburns, turned his head suddenly, and made a look of anger, "I blame you." ”

Because she was going to the temple to perform the ceremony of becoming a woman, Jing Xuan tossed her yesterday, so he urged her to bathe and fast, and sat until midnight before letting her sleep, and today is early in the morning, how can she hold on?

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips and glanced up at him slyly, "Worry, when fasting, don't be emotional." ”

Jing Xuan met her smug gaze and glanced at her disappreciatively, as if he was a little interested, his face was serious, and his eyes barely opened a smile, "I know that I am a barbarian." ”

“……”

Relieved of his worries, he was secretly curious in his heart, "I'm a barbarian"

Is this sentence the mantra of the Chu people?

After all, this trick has appeared several times in official historical biography.

But I have to admit that this sentence really makes sense...... Relieved his worries and supported his forehead, leaned on the wall of the car on the side, and looked up at the car.

For Jing Xuan's perfunctory blame, she really couldn't find any reason to refute it.

Jing Xuan didn't care.

even said unashamedly that the ancestors in those temples didn't care...... What else could she say?

Just like when Xiong Qu called himself a barbarian, he didn't have to follow the title of the Central Plains.

not only proclaimed himself king, but also made several sons kings, on an equal footing with Zhou Tianzi.

This may seem humble, but in fact it is arrogant.

There was a slight buckle on the wall of the car, and a slightly hesitant voice came, "Mosa, madam." It should be here. ”

Jing Xuan was silent for a moment, reached out and touched the grenade red curtain, and hesitated again.

"Don't be afraid."

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Gently squeeze his hand.

She knew what Jing Xuan was afraid of, and when she woke up, she noticed that he was very nervous, and even jokes were a little unpleasant, which was very abnormal; Now I saw him hesitate again.

I can't help but feel a little distressed.

Jing Xuan.

His face loosened slightly, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he should have been prepared.

When the Qin army occupied Shouchun, even the tomb of the king of Chu was dug up, but fortunately, the temple in the clan was far away from Shouchun, so it escaped.

Seven or eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Dongting is a Qin-occupied area.

Not to mention the annual ritual sacrifices, even repairs cannot be done.

This is the first time he has returned here after the destruction of the Chu State.

The temple that was originally heavily guarded is now very desolate?

Breathe a sigh of relief and slowly open the curtain.

In front of him was a wilderness, and the clumps of wild grass were half a man's height, waving in layers of oily green waves in the wind.

Barberry and several guards were tall and stood in the grass, still only half of their bodies exposed.

In the distance, almost obscured by the grass, the faintly collapsed building, the house had collapsed, the rafters were exposed, most of them were rotten, and on the shady side there were a few round fungus, and the gray-white stones were scattered around.

Xie couldn't help but gasp.

She thought that the scene in front of her would be very desolate, but she didn't expect it either...... It will be like this.

It's only been seven or eight years...... At this glance, it seems like thousands of years have passed.

She remembered the little poem in the "Book of Songs": Pi Huang is separated, and Pi Ji is a seedling.

The line is vigorous, and the center is shaky.

Those who know me say that I am worried; Those who do not know me say what I want.

Hello sky!

Who is this?

He is separated, and he is the spike of grass.

The line is vigorous, and the center is drunk.

Those who know me say that I am worried; Those who do not know me say what I want.

Hello sky!

Who is this?

He is separated, and he is real.

The line is vigorous, and the center is like choking.

Those who know me say that I am worried; Those who do not know me say what I want.

Hello sky!

Who is this?

In the face of such a desolate scenery, in addition to a long sigh, "Leisurely sky!" Who is this? ”

What else?

Providence has always been difficult to ask, and human affection is easy to complain about.

1 Jing Xuan took out a silk book tied with black and red ribbons from his sleeve, leaned over and handed it to the barberry, "Incineration." ”

Xie Anxiety was in a blink of an eye, and the edge of the silk book was woven with vermilion silk threads, which was delicate she had never seen before, but she was afraid that it was a table to explain matters to the ancestors.

Barberry bowed to the promise, opened the vast barren grass, and walked towards the collapsed temple.

Jing Xuan turned around for a while, shook her hand to relieve her worries, and helped her out of the car, "Worry, walk around." ”

"Okay."

Xie Wei answered softly, took out a small yarn bag from his sleeve, turned around and smiled, and threw it out, "Lin!" ”

Lin took it steadily, smelled a strong smell of medicine, knew that it was a medicine to repel insects and snakes, bowed to Xie Wu, and turned around to distribute it to the other guards.

Xie Wei was born petite, and the tip of the wild grass was blown to her face by the wind from time to time, she tilted her head mischievously, bit the tip of a leaf of grass, and said in a low voice: "Mai Xiu is gradually dying, and he is oily." He is cunning and does not get along with me. ”

Jing Xuan was depressed, heard her voice, forced a smile, raised his hand to rub her hair, and then brushed it over, and the three jade pipes that fell on her hair bun were carefully brushed again, before sighing, "Although Qing's son and nephew are younger, they are older than Qing, what is a 'cunning child'?" ”

"When you hear that you have released Xirong, you have never sent anyone to find it?"

Relieve your worries and purse your lips, do you have the heart to protect the bear's heart, but you don't have the energy to find the original king?

"I've been dead for five years......"

Relieved of worries and lowered his head, the toes that had been hidden in the grass, and a few bitter tastes spread in his heart, it turned out to be like this.

It is really sad that he has been a king for several years in vain, but even such a major event as death cannot be known to future generations.

After a while, he raised his head and said seriously: "There are ups and downs in a hundred generations, Xia is Yin Ke, and Shang is Zhou Death, like this reincarnation, retribution is not happy, why should you be sad in vain?" ”

Jing Xuan was stunned, his face was serious, and he couldn't hold back a wry smile.

She was sure that this was a comforting man, but why did he sound more like a sarcastic?

What kind of retribution is not happy...... It is clearly in accordance with the destiny of heaven, and these words can always change when it comes to the mouth of the worry.

moved, stopped talking, raised his hand and rubbed the hair she wore on his shoulders, "After the salute, Yuan will go to Pang Cheng Council, worry and return to Jiuzhi, what if?" ”

………… 1 These two sentences are from Zhang Yuangan's "Congratulations to the Bridegroom, Send Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou" "Providence is always difficult to ask, and it is easy to be sad and difficult to complain"

, adapted from Du Fu's "Providence is difficult to ask, and human affection is old and easy to be sad"

In Zhang Ci, it means that the will of heaven is unpredictable, human feelings are changeable, and after a few generations, people will forget the national hatred and be indifferent to the family hatred.

Old: for a long time; Easy: Change.

The whole word is both indignant and uncontrollable, and sad and helpless, and Xin Qiji, "can look back, under the Buddha Temple, a crow shrine drum"

There is a sense of similarity.

Xie Wei is familiar with the trajectory of history, so he has such an idea.

(To be continued.)

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