"No one dares to be king except the barbarians."

"Nan Chu, not a barbarian."

The carriage passed through the middle of the two rows of mausoleum guards, and the cool forest wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground.

Youshan is a tomb mountain, the mountain is not high, but it is quite majestic, because the Fangyuan of Fengge City is a plain for five hundred miles, only it is a mountain alone, it looks down on Fengge City condescendingly. Since the first generation of Chu people, that is, the seven brothers who floated to the south of the river in canoes, were buried on the mountain, the princes of the Chu State have been buried here.

The pines and cypresses in the mountains are very verdant, the mausoleums are distributed in all directions, some have fallen deep into the secluded mountains, and it is inseparably connected together, some are covered by the pines and cypresses and wild grasses, and are about to lose their traces, but there are also some graves that are still fresh, and there are still sections of thatch scattered on them.

The carriage passed through the tall gate, and the armor guards of the tomb briefly inspected it and let it go. An old man who was about to sink into the ground climbed into the carriage, sat on Chu Wu's wheel, and took Chu Wu to find his mother.

"This is it."

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he looked like a slave, but Chu Wu knew that he was not a slave, but his third uncle, since he failed to compete with his father for the throne, this third uncle abandoned everything and came here, listening to the wind and talking to ghosts.

It was a lonely new tomb, it was located on the edge of the cemetery, and if it weren't for the guidance of the old man, Chu Wu wouldn't have been able to find it.

The tomb bag is very small, there is no tomb guarding beast, there is no tomb wall, there is not even an epitaph, and there is a simple line of words engraved on the black tombstone.

"The lord of the center, the daughter of King Xiaocheng, the tomb of Ji Feng."

The mother is the daughter of King Xiaocheng, who is the father of King Jingtai, that is, the co-lord of the world who led the alliance of princes across the river to attack Chu but was swept into the bottom of the river by a hurricane. Of course, there is another saying in the world, some people swear that on the day when King Xiaocheng led his army to cross the river, the river was calm and there was no hurricane at all. As for the final destination of King Xiaocheng, it is indeed true, feeding the fish at the bottom of the river. However, the man said that King Xiaocheng was trapped by his hands and feet and then thrown into the river, and the same was true of the princes' coalition forces.

Everyone is dead, and Dajiang is silent. Whether King Xiaocheng was trapped and thrown into the river to feed the fish has become a mystery that can never be solved, but the person who spread the rumors was trapped by Chu Hou, that is, Chu Wu's grandfather, and thrown into the river to feed the fish, which is ridiculous.

Chu Wu's mother was the only survivor of that war, according to the statement given by the state of Chu, after the Marquis of Chu learned that King Xiaocheng was killed, although King Xiaocheng came to crusade against him, he still did his duty as a courtier, sent people along the river to find, did not want to, but found the daughter of King Xiaocheng.

Chu Wu's grandfather was overjoyed, and welcomed the thirteen-year-old princess Ji Feng into Fengge City with the highest standard of etiquette, and waited for five years, but King Jingtai did not send anyone to pick up his sister, so Chu Wu's grandfather had to marry the princess to his son, Chu Wu's father, Chu Lian.

Chu Lian is going to be the king, which is a big rebellion, and this move means that Chu is no longer a vassal of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Father, Nan Chu is not a barbarian, how stupid are you to do this? Do you think that if you kill my mother and make me the son of the world, you can give an explanation to the people of the world, and you are the best of both worlds, you want to be the king, but you are afraid of bringing ruin to the Chu State, so you leave a way back. As everyone knows, what a ridiculous inferiority complex this is. Who gave you the idea, just as stupid as you! ”

The mountain breeze blows through the cypress forest, making a 'whimpering' sound. Chu Wu walked to his mother's grave and knelt down, the grave soil was new, and there were a few handfuls of thatch scattered on it, it can be seen that there are almost no people who come to worship his mother again, perhaps, these thatches are sown by the palace maid who is closest to his mother.

It just rained last night, the soil was a little damp, and there was a fragrance in the nose, Chu Wu knelt on the grave, grabbed a handful of cut thatch and gently sprinkled it in front of the grave, the movements were very gentle, the eyes were very sad, his mother was very beautiful, very gentle, when he was young, his mother always gently held him in her arms, and called over and over again, 'Dance, dance, dance for your mother's mother.' ’

My mother never used incense, but her body was very fragrant, and my mother was like a jade product, noble and gorgeous, but now she was lying alone in this dirty soil, Chu Wu could no longer dance to her, and she could no longer see those gentle eyes.

"Third uncle, who has been here?"

After spreading the thatch, Chu Wu still knelt on the ground, leaning over to pull the weeds on the grave, although the soil was very new and there was not a single weed on it. His hands were trembling, cautious, afraid of hurting something, his mother was very afraid of pain, and he was afraid of blood, and often had nightmares, and when he woke up, he would hug him tightly and burst into tears.

"It's Your Majesty."

The old man was leaning on a branch, and his old face was cloudy in the shadows of the trees.

"What did he say?" Chu Wu didn't look back, and finally found a weed at the edge of the grave, he gently pulled it out, but did not throw it away, but put it in his arms.

"Didn't say anything."

Treating Chu Lian, Chu Wu didn't use an honorific title, which was disobedient and unfilial, but the old man didn't seem to hear it, he was holding the branch, as if he was already a dead man. In other words, he is one with this secluded mountain, cold and dead, and there is nothing that can arouse the ups and downs of his heart.

"Thank you, Uncle San, I will come again."

Chu Wu got up from the ground, his gorgeous brocade robe was covered with mud, he didn't wipe it, but gave the old man a deep squeeze and turned to leave.

"Xiao Wu."

However, at the moment when he passed by, Chu Wu's wrist suddenly tightened, and a rough and powerful hand grabbed his wrist, and he turned his head and saw the old man's uncompromising eyes at a glance.

The old man threw away the branch, stretched his hand into his arms slowly, inch by inch, felt something and stuffed it into Chu Wu's hand, and then, he picked up the branch, strode towards the depths of the pine and cypress, and after a while, he was no longer visible.

"Mother, the dance is gone."

"Mother, mother, mother......"

The seeds of hatred have long been planted, and it has grown vigorously in the wind and rain, gradually filling the whole world. Chu Wu pressed one hand to his chest, his warm chest was clinging to the cold grave grass, one hand was tightly pulled, the cold edges and corners were deeply sunk into the flesh, and traces of blood overflowed from the cracks between his fingers, but he didn't feel the pain, and his plain and indifferent eyes jumped with a light that was hotter than the sun. Of course, even if you stand in front of him and stare straight into his eyes, you won't notice the light.

Coming to the carriage, Chu Wu spread out his hand, and there was a sharp sword lying in the bloody palm, although it was only a finger long, but the blade was extremely sharp, at this moment it was full of his blood, he pushed open the window, pinched the small hilt, and looked against the light.

It was almost transparent, with gorgeous lines embedded in it, and it was a blood phoenix.

Chu Wu cracked his mouth and laughed.

……

The carriage walked in the shadow of the burning sky and the phoenix, and when he looked up, the behemoth covered the sky, and it was red and hot, but the shadow cast was dark, deep darkness, in this darkness, people and horses were extraordinarily small, like a drop in the ocean.

Across the carriage, Chu Wu heard that someone was praising it with poetry, he thought, these people must be the students in "The Polemic", that is the school palace built by Chu Lian with huge manpower and material resources, magnificent and magnificent, known as the first school palace in the world, but how ridiculous this is, the real scholars will not come to the Chu country, they are all waste, but the person is still complacent.

The mighty Nanchu, its might, is just a humble joke.

Passing through an alley, the carriage stopped in front of the door.

There are two tall banyan trees at the doorway.

There is no plaque on the door, and there is no armor.

This is where Chu Wu lived when he was a child, and he and his mother lived here, not the exquisite and ruthless palace. The coachman jumped out of the carriage and pushed the door open. Chu Wu walked in, the courtyard was very small, no more than three before and after, he walked through in a hurry, the robe was blowing the fallen leaves, and the warriors who followed him to the Yan Kingdom were cleaning the courtyard in front.

Come to the backyard.

Unlike the front yard, which had been cleaned, a silvery laugh crept into his ears, and he turned his head to look at it, and a smile appeared on his face.

Although the backyard is small, there is a lotus pond, and there is a banyan tree planted on the side of the lotus pond, the branches and leaves are very luxuriant, like a gorgeous canopy, and a swing is tied to the curved branches, and Que Er is swinging.

The beautiful girl smiled like a flower and danced like a butterfly with the ups and downs of the swing. She was dressed in a garment made of coarse cloth, holding a rope in both hands, swinging her little feet, and the sleeves of her dress slipped down, revealing her arms as white as snow.

"Que'er." Chu Wu called out and walked towards her.

"Chu Wu."

Que Er jumped off the swing, her movements were extremely light, fine sweat rolled on her smooth forehead, shining like pearls, and her eyes as bright as snow hid a charming and shy smile.

Chu Wu stretched out her hand and wanted to touch her eyes, but Que Er tilted her head, avoided it briskly, and smiled very well.

Chu Wu's cold heart had a hint of warmth.

He likes those eyes, he looks exactly like someone, and he also likes Que Er swinging, in his memory, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, happy or unhappy, his mother will hold him and swing together, which is the only happy thing he has lived here for seven years.

It was late at night.

Chu Wu knelt under the swing, Que Er bathed in the east room, through the editing of light and moonlight, there was a graceful figure on the window, and the cheerful singing could be faintly heard. For Que Er, she was lucky to meet Chu Wu when she was at her most beautiful. For Chu Wu, perhaps the same.

The bronze phoenix lamp spit light on the case, shaking Chu Wu's slightly dim face, the jade rabbit in his palm, he groped gently, thinking, maybe one day, I can give it to Que Er and let her keep it.

He looked at the stone rabbit reluctantly, for a long time, and then looked at the figure in the east, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, took the stone rabbit into his arms, took out the strange little sword, and squeezed it tightly.

He's waiting for someone.