Chapter 106 Owl Owl Owl, if you take my son, you will not destroy my room

"The Book of Rites: Qu Li": "Ten years of life is young, learn." Twenty is weak, crown. Thirty years strong, there is a room. Forty is strong, and Shi. Fifty said Ai, serving the government. Sixty years old, commanded. Seventy years old, and passed on. Eighty-ninety-ninety years old, seven years of mourning, mourning and mourning, although guilty, no punishment will be added. A hundred years of period, Yi. “

People live to be 100 years old, and they are called expectation.

The so-called expectant is supported by 10,000 people, and the crime is not added, and the responsibility is not killed.

Because the ancients believed that most of the people who could live to be 100 years old were blessed by the gods, and this kind of people were basically auspicious, so the criminal law of the world could not punish them.

Another point is that centenarians are even a problem to move, let alone commit a crime or something else.

However, the world is so big that there are always some exceptions.

If a centenarian can ride a donkey on the street, and even his voice is as loud as thunder and his eyes are like bright pearls, probably many people can't believe it.

But in front of Meng Tian, there was such an old man.

This old man is not only an old man, but also a living legend.

Meng Tian grew up listening to his stories since he was a child, and he was inspired to be a big hero like him.

Qin has a spear, said to be white, invincible, invincible, invincible.

Qin has a shield, said Wang Qian, invincible, invincible, and victorious in a hundred battles.

These two people are the heroes in the hearts of all Qin people, because of the two of them, there will be countless men in Qin who want to exchange their lives for glory and fame and fortune, and defend their families and the country.

If the Qin State did not have these two people, no matter how attractive the military and political reforms proposed by Shang Ying were, it might not have created such a powerful Great Qin army.

Because the two of them condensed the military soul of Great Qin.

The military spirit is not only an honor, but also a kind of confidence and belief.

The terrible thing about this kind of military spirit is that it will create a psychological hint to everyone, that is, following these two generals, they will not be defeated in a hundred battles, and they will naturally be brave and invincible when they have the confidence to fight.

Maybe it's a hint in my heart, or maybe it's really this special temperament that has been integrated into Wang Qian's body.

As long as Wang Jian stood there, although he was shaped like a withered tree, he still looked like a mountain, calm, heavy, and a strong sense of oppression, which made people dare not look at him easily.

When he was young, Meng Tian served under Wang Qian, and Wang Jian gave him this feeling at that time.

Nearly 20 years have passed, and Meng Tian is also close to the age of confusion, and he thinks that he has already sharpened his tenacity, but when he faced Wang Jian again, his body was still a little uncontrollable and his heart was beating wildly.

Wang Qian's donkey stopped at the bottom of the imperial city, and the two classes of armor soldiers all knelt down to greet him.

After autumn, the morning breeze and humidity on weekdays are very heavy, blowing Wang Qian's body more and more thin.

He sat on the donkey with his head bowed as if he hadn't woken up.

It was obviously below, but it seemed to be looking down at Zhao Congge on the city tower.

Although Zhao Congge was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was condescending, he still seemed to be a head shorter than Wang Qian.

This is the spirit of an imperial general.

Immovable as a mountain, overwhelming.

"The general's sudden return to the court really made us at a loss." Zhao Congge looked at Wang Jian under the city and said in a deep voice.

"It's not a sudden return, I just want to sneak back to see my grandson, I don't know if I can live until my grandson is weak, so I want to help him find a suitable daughter-in-law while he can still breathe." The voice coming from Wang Qian's thin body was as loud and clear as a bell, and he couldn't hear that it was an old man at all.

"The general is blessed with the sky, sleeping with the country, how can he be obscure?" Zhao Congge frowned, "Since you didn't return to the court, why did you come to the official road of this palace again?" ”

"What? I can't even go to the official road now? Wang Jian suddenly let out a light sneer that seemed to be a laugh, and slowly raised his head to look at Zhao Congge.

When the eyes of the two looked at each other, there seemed to be a thunderous flash.

In the end, Zhao Congge narrowed his eyes, "The general misunderstood, the lowly position is just worried about the safety of the general, the general has not returned to the court for many years, the city has already changed greatly, and now the official road is even more vast, and the momentum of the horses galloping when the hundred officials go to the court is not weak, and the two formations of charge, the lowly position is just worried that the general will be collided by those juniors who are not long-eyed." ”

There was a mystery hidden in Zhao Congge's words, and Wang Jian smiled even more when he heard it.

"The imperial city is indeed becoming more and more majestic, and this official road is much smoother and wider than when I was in the court, but even if this city changes again, isn't it Xianyang? No matter how long this official road is, isn't it also under my donkey's hooves? Wang Jian laughed freely, in stark contrast to the yin and yang Zhao Congge.

"As for you saying that the official road of a hundred officials is no different from two charges, I don't agree with that." Wang Jian suddenly changed his words, and his voice was slightly cold, "You are also a person who has been on the battlefield, do you really think so?" ”

Zhao Congge's hands hidden in his clothes trembled slightly, and he held his mind, "The general not only has not returned to the imperial city for a long time, he doesn't know much about the imperial city, and he is even a little strange to today. ”

"Two charges, that is, two charges, even if time passes, it is still two charges." Wang Jian chuckled and shook his head, "Zhao Congge, you old dog is playing tricks, hiding in the shade and releasing cold arrows, when it comes to the way of the military formation, what qualifications do you have to talk to me?" ”

Wang Jian laughed lightly, but it was as dignified as thunder.

Zhao Congge instantly felt the countless glances cast by the two classes of armor soldiers, which made him breathe for a while, and then looked at the old man riding a donkey, and his figure was half a point stiff.

"What the general taught me is that it is indeed Meng Lang who is humble." Zhao Congge lowered his head and looked deeply.

"Oh, you don't want to be a lowly position, you have only been a soldier under my account for two years, but you are still a vassal of the king after all, you and I are like a big river, and the two do not intersect." Wang Jian chuckled and waved his hand.

Zhao Congge raised his eyebrows slightly, "The general is a virtuous teacher of the king, and there is nothing wrong with calling himself a lowly position." ”

"That's the king's love, how can he be deserved?" Wang Jian smiled and arched his hand, "Wang Jian is just a wheezing old dog now, unable to guard the door for the king's housekeeper, I just want to be able to see my good grandson get married and start a business before I breathe, not to be a high-ranking official and have a lot of wealth, but to be able to be safe and happy, and it is not in vain for me Wang Jian has barked at this Xianyang outside the city for a lifetime." ”

Wang Qian's words like idle talk fell on everyone's ears, and what they heard was different.

The two classes of armor soldiers, and even Meng Tian, suddenly had a trace of nameless sadness in their hearts, and the corners of their hearts and eyes were sour, but they couldn't say why they were sad.

It was as if the pain was suppressed like a boulder pressed against the chest.

But stopping in Zhao Congge's ears made his face jump wildly, his already gloomy eyes became sharper, and his voice was a little lower, "The general's words are insulting and despicable?!" ”

From the eyes of the two classes of armor soldiers, Zhao Congge seemed to feel that as long as Wang Jian gave an order, these people would do some big rebellious things.

Zhao Congge knew that he couldn't give Wang Jian a chance to speak anymore, and he didn't want to wait for the embarrassing incident of the city protector knocking on the emperor's door.

The military soul of Great Qin, even if it is old, is still the military soul of Great Qin.

At the same time, Zhao Congge also had a trace of pride or apprehension in his heart.

"Are you worthy?" Wang Jian raised his head again, tilted his head slightly, and showed a mocking smile.

In the face of Wang Qian's insults, Zhao Congge did not change his face, "Naturally unworthy of lowly duties, just ....."

was interrupted by Wang Qian, Zhao Congge could only swallow the words on his lips and watch what he was going to do.

"Yo, it's dawn." Wang Jian suddenly snorted softly, like a naughty boy who had been diverted, turned his head, looked at the first ray of sunlight penetrating the stratus clouds in the sky, and stopped paying attention to Zhao Congge with a smile, and pulled the donkey's ears, "Beast, it's time to go, I have to go to my good grandson." ”

The donkey let out a chirp in cooperation, shook its head and carried Wang Jian along the city wall.

Zhao Congge's lips trembled, and he glanced at the two classes of armor soldiers who were still kneeling on the ground, a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, but he said respectfully: "Congratulations to the general!" ”

From beginning to end, Zhao Congge never mentioned Wang Li.

This time, neither of the two classes responded.

"Owl owl owl, take my son, and do not destroy my room. Enschens, Mins of the beard.

The sky is not rainy, through the mulberry soil, and the household is prepared. Today's women are descending to the people, or dare to insult?

Give the hand, give the hand. To the rent saved, to the mouth, to the house.

To the feather, to the tail, to the room. Shaken by the wind and rain, to Weiyin! The melodious chanting sound came from the mouth of the old man riding a donkey and permeated the official road.

The old man's hoarse voice poured into the heart, making everyone who heard it sad and everyone who listened to it shed tears.