The fate of man will decline after a long time, and if he fails, he will die, and he will fall into reincarnation?

It is like the life and death of plants and trees, the fire is inexhaustible, and the spring is at the beginning.

and the ecology of plants, trees, humans and animals, linking cycles, and cause and effect are unpleasant.

Is this the way of heaven, or is it superstition?

Who knows?

Who is rebellious?

……

Zhenguan looked at the sun in April of the eighth year, and the sun was light.

The emperor Han Yuan Palace, discussing state affairs.

It was nearly noon, and the sun was shining.

Penetrating into the hall, the colorful rhyme glaze, the emperor was startled, and the minister of civil and military affairs was introduced to the outside of the hall.

I saw a colorful light soaring into the sky, brilliant and colorful.

The colored light is like a human axe, the arc falls into the eastern suburbs, and the empty bow shadow is oblique to the east, and the afterglow is like a rainbow.

Suddenly, the shadow of the bow was gone.

The emperor was displeased, and all the ministers were confused.

Only the eldest grandson Sikong knelt down and played: "Your Majesty, this is the son of the world, assisting Your Majesty to point to the country, conquer the world, and congratulate from all directions, congratulations!" ”

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, you have to conquer the eight directions..."

The ministers knelt down to congratulate, Emperor Long's heart was happy, flicked his sleeves to make the ministers flat, and said with a smile: "The Ministry of Rites and Rites is looking for the capable ministers who were born in the eastern suburbs, and welcome the capable ministers back to the palace for training..."

……

Eastern suburbs of Chang'an, Dijiazhuang.

"Ahh

A scream shook Houzhuang.

The green tiles and red walls of the attic of Houzhuang, the lattice doors and windows, the red lacquer and white paper, and the rice paper are attached to the doors and windows by the shock, and the inside and outside are drummed.

Like the wind blowing, like resonance.

The tremor woke up the crowd gathered under the attic window.

Everyone retracted their gaze one after another in a daze, and turned to the place where the voice came from.

More than a dozen people focused on the gray figure who was huddled on the ground with his head hugged, and his anger grew.

The gray-clothed man walked around the ground, squinting his teary eyes, trembling in the fog and showing his trembling elbows, sandwiching a clear sky to set the bottom, accompanied by an ancient costume to catch fast, draw a knife to each other?

This is Di Pu, killing people with a knife?

Grass Kan human life?

Although Di Pu, as the head of the Chang'an Mansion, ordered more than 100 arresters to patrol Chang'andong.

Public security joint defense, arrest and handle cases.

All are under the purview of authority.

But Di Pu did not have the power of life and death.

Unless Di Pu forces people to resist and resist arrest and kill...

"Ah, I have a headache, the back of my head is broken..."

Wang Langjun vaguely recognized the burly Di Pu, and the memory was painful if he was committed.

Feign? Di Pu pulled out the Tang knife on his waist and slowly raised it, the blade reflected the sunlight and focused on the thief's face with his eyes and scolded: "Cheap embryo."

You peep at Miss Bathing, the sin should be cut in half! ”

Shrimp?

Peeping lady bathing?

Wang Langjun turned around in shock, looked sideways at the stilted building on the left side of the independent attic on the right, and remembered.

It seems that I walked to the small building on stilts... Just hit the peach blossom luck.

This is a collision into the criminal law?

Thinking of this, Wang Langjun turned around in pain, and watched with wide eyes as Di Pu raised the golden Tang knife in his hand, shuddered with horror and pain.

This is the real guy.

It is used to cut the body in the waist, cut it in two, it can't kill people, but it will hurt people?

That feeling...

This feeling is more tragic and disgusting than falling into a treasure and seeing countless gold, silver, jewelry, pearls and agate, and piercing people who are on the verge of death.

Is this a big gift?

Waist cut funeral.

No, there is still salvation......

Didn't save either?

Wanting to survive, Wang Langjun thought of his master, an old carpenter with superb skills...

"Cheap embryo, it's useless for you to look at the front yard, that old craftsman can't save you."

Di Pu smiled with disdain.

Wang Langjun was surprised, and the dozen or so Dijiazhuang guards around him glared angrily.

These people are five big and three thick, protecting the old man Di Kui left and right, blocking the vision of looking at the front yard in the east.

The old craftsman was busy in the front yard making a life bed for Di Kui, an incense case, and setting up a stage.

After Di Kui's birthday in the month, he had to invite a well-known old craftsman to add birthday banquet utensils.

The old craftsman came with Wang Langjun.

The problem is that when Wang Langjun was ten years old, he chased cattle deep into the mountains and forests and lost his way.

Panicked, hungry and helpless.

In the end, Wang Langjun fainted in the mountains and forests, caught up with the old craftsman and passed by the mountains and forests to save Wang Langjun's life.

Wang Langjun woke up and shouted to go home, and the old craftsman lured Wang Langjun into the thief ship with food and craftsmanship.

Since then, Wang Langjun has become a free laborer for the old craftsman.

The old craftsman was not afraid of Wang Langjun running away.

Because Wang Langjun had no identity and token to pass through the city, once he was arrested by officers and soldiers and put in prison, his life was slim.

I just don't know if it's true or not?

Therefore, Wang Langjun did not dare to escape.

In addition, Wang Langjun was worried about learning the carpenter skills of the old craftsman, had a full meal, and followed the old craftsman for nearly five years.

has now become the slavery of the old craftsman, and the old craftsman only did not tattoo the word enslavement on Wang Langjun's face, and it was just implemented.

Tattoos are used to distinguish between slaves and prisoners.

It is usually pierced on the left cheek.

But Wang Langjun's identity is slavery, and he has been working for the old craftsman for five years, and he can't do any work except cutting and sawing wood.

Handyman, child labor...

Previously, the old craftsman came to inspect the rotten wooden pillars under the stilted building, and measured the length and roughness so that the material could be replaced.

I never wanted to bump into Miss Di Jia bathing on stilts... I just heard the sound of water, and I had a pain in the back of my head.

I heard a shout: "Catch the thief..."

He was caught red-handed and beaten by an explosion.

This becomes a peep at a woman, and even if it is not a peeping woman bathing, it is a felony.

Once the offence is convicted, it is punishable by cane or capital punishment.

At the same time, it also ruined the reputation of other young women, lost her virginity and was difficult to marry, or committed suicide by hanging a beam...

If this kind of peeping lady bathing makes the old craftsman know... As for the old craftsman's temper when he was young, he was beaten up.

That casserole-like fist... Let Wang Langjun search for memories and shudder, and the shadow of fear is possessed?

Is this the result of five years of serving tea and pouring water, doing chores and cooking, and serving the old craftsman day and night?

It seems that it is no use to count on the old craftsman to save his life... No, there's a problem here?

Could it be that the old craftsman is out of ......

"Cheap embryo, don't think about the old craftsman saving you when you die.

But as long as you confess your guilt, this head catcher will help you invite the old craftsman to pay a fine to redeem your life? ”

Di Pu held the knife over the top, and tried to sneer.

Counting on the old craftsman to sacrifice his wealth to save people?

It is still possible to kill the old craftsman and rob it directly.

That's a miser...

Nonsense and banter, Wang Langjun returned to his senses, and Di Pu's eyes showed ruthlessness, banter and contempt, and he was indignant in his heart.

Better do it than wish it done.

Wang Langjun must be in his heart, and he endured the pain of being broken by Di Pu and his head was bleeding and kept bleeding.

While covering the wound with his hand and pressing the wound to stop the bleeding, he trembled his lips in pain and said, "If you want to add to the crime, what year and month did you commit it?" ”

"In the eighth year of Zhenguan, on the fifteenth day of April, near noon..."

Di Pu smirked disdainfully.

Wang Langjun took a breath of cool air, turned his head and looked at Di Kui and the others, everyone was angry, and suddenly stood up, looking up to the sky and singing: "Wencui lyricism."

Swing the bloody sword.

Set the civil and military feeding moves.

Splendid Tang Dynasty. ”

Thousands of clothes are not worn.

Joy and blessing are stained with gold and preciousness.

Praise the splendid country governed by the emperor today.

More than a dozen people were surprised, where did this sycophant come from?

It can't be sent by the emperor to test the hearts of the people, right?

Can it be more shameless?

Everyone was speechless, Wang Langjun was unsatisfied, turned to the lattice window in the attic half-opened from the inside out, stared at the looming pink gauze tent through the window, and shouted lyrically: "Writing poetry does not cut off the waist."

You don't need a sword to destroy the enemy.

Kill yourself on stilts.

Twist the tsundere with beauty.

Look at the present day, as coquettish as possible. ”

limerick, at first glance I don't make sense.

Is it a counterattack and a word of ambition?

Everyone listened to the convulsions, and they were stupid, right?

But this sentence stopped the crying in the boudoir.

"Ah, Miss blushes..."

The maid exclaimed, and Miss Chao said happily: "Let him go..."

The ladies and maids in the boudoir rotate with joy and sorrow.

The people who gathered outside the room to govern Wang Langjun were confused?

Only Wang Langjun answered: "Miss Xie favors her, and Langjun will live up to Miss..."

"Phew, shameless..."

Miss Chao was embarrassed and scolded, so shocked that Di Pu outside the room swung his knife and angrily slashed Wang Langjun's neck and scolded: "Dirty billet, die!" ”

Dangerous, to death ... Wang Langjun was full of hair.

"Don't..."

Miss Di exclaimed, and there was a sudden bump in the boudoir.

The Tang Dynasty was in a big mess......