PS: Chapter 2 is around 12 o'clock

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In September of the twenty-fifth year of the reign of King Zhou (495 B.C.), the autumn day was coming to an end, and the cold rain was flying, wetting the loess walls of Wen County.

The tightly wrapped carriage slowly drove past Tu Dao, ten black-clothed guards rode in front of the road, the rain soaked their black-armored black-robed black horses, and behind the carriage were Zhao's retainers and guards.

Zhao Cao, who was born in pink, couldn't help but open a little curtain and look out, there was a wet and empty street outside, so he asked in a milky voice: "Auntie, it was also raining at my grandfather's funeral, and there were people everywhere, why not today?" ”

Ji Huan raised her head slowly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes: "Do you remember what happened at that time?" ”

Zhao Cao was only four years old, and of course he didn't remember the memory of two years ago, but it was only under the emphasis of his mother and the maid who was waiting for him that he had some illusory impressions, so he nodded ignorantly and shook his head again.

It is now the fourth year of Zhao's rebellion, and it is also the second year and two months of Ji Ying's filial piety for his father Zhao Ying.

Two years ago, after the unsuccessful pursuit of Zhiyao, Zhao Ying, who was tired of the army, died in Yiguan, his death was the same as that of the year when King Wu of Chu died on the way with the country, Zhao Wuxian's handling was also orderly, he first kept the secret and did not mourn, and after leaving Taihang, he built a camp near Shan Yi, the territory of the Zhou family, Zhou Tianzi and Shan Gong were afraid, and sent people to ask for peace with the Zhao family, indicating that the Zhou family was no longer an enemy of the Zhao family. Zhao Wuxian and Shan Gong met on the boat in the center of the river, made a covenant to withdraw the army, and only after returning to Wenxian County did the funeral be announced, and the whole city was grieving, and the people spontaneously gathered on the day of Zhao Ying's funeral, and the crowd was crowded.

The autumn sun has set, but the new sun has risen as usual, Zhao Wuxian announced the heaven and earth and the ancestors in the family temple of Wenxian County, officially becoming the twentieth generation head of the Zhao family since Zhao's father!

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The transfer of power within the Zhao clan has been settled, but the war is still going on, the Zhi clan is still stubborn, the Wei clan is still at both ends, the conflict between the Zheng and Song states, and the civil war of the Qi state are also in full swing.

Zhao Wuxian carried out Zhao Ying's last order, and spent two years **** wounds to recuperate. During this period, he needed to travel between Hanoi and Handan, Chaoge, Qufu, and Shangqiu from time to time, and could not keep filial piety for a long time, so his eldest son Zhao Cao did it for him, and the little guy followed his mother Uncle Mi and aunt Ji Huan to live in Wen County since he could remember.

The carriage stopped, and finally arrived at the place, Ji Huan stepped on the short pedal placed on the ground by the erector and slowly got down, frowned and looked at the uncertain weather, and then held his nephew Zhao Cao's little hand tightly, led him through the wet road paved with bricks and stones, and walked towards the Zhao family temple with towering eaves in the mist.

There are vertical people holding umbrellas invented by Lu Ban, running before and after running to protect the aunt and nephew from the wind and rain, but Zhao Cao's eyes have never left the splash under their feet.

"Auntie, before I came, my mother said that Haotian was crying for his grandfather, and the raindrops were his tears, is that really the case?"

Bo Qi is an honest concubine with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, she is not proud of giving birth to her eldest son, Ji Huan's training back then was not in vain, so she also cared about Zhao Cao as her own parent.

"Legend has it that the Zhao family is one of the many descendants of the Emperor of Heaven, and if Haotian has a spirit, of course he will grieve for our death and be happy for us."

Zhao Cao's eyes lit up: "The sky will be happy for me?" ”

"Yes."

Ji Huan's kind smile made Zhao Cao's nervousness disappear, and his aunt was wearing a black filial piety dress as usual today, just as the so-called woman should be pretty and filial, with her fair skin, if his father was there, he would probably have a feeling of "I see pity". But in Zhao Cao's eyes, this is a symbol of safety and reliability, with his aunt's warm hand to lead, he dared to enter the temple and approach the spiritual position surrounded by choking incense.

They say, "Grandfather's soul dwells in it!"

That black wooden sign with words written on it that he didn't know could hold the souls of the dead?

Zhao Cao didn't understand it very much, but he didn't dare to ask again, because since he walked here, his aunt's expression became serious, his steps became light, and he couldn't help but walk upright. It's just that the filial piety clothes made of coarse linen are too heavy for him to wear, and a few steps make him breathless, but it is disrespectful to let Fu Mu hold him on the next road.

So Ji Huan turned his head to look at him, encouraged him with a smile and eyes, and promised in a low voice that he would let him eat a few more pieces of noodles and starch candy after he went back, which was a common hobby between the aunt and nephew. So Zhao Cao didn't cry like his cousin Zhao Zhou did last time he came here, but silently followed Ji Huan up the steps and entered the temple.

No matter how many dazzling candles are lit, it is always cold in the family temple, and they walk among the deceased of the Zhao family for generations, and the sound of footsteps echoes in the huge hall, and the ancestors and ancestors are watching them.

"The body is dead, and he is buried in Shanyang. The mountains are majestic, and the sky is vast. There are trees in the mountains, and there are mourning in the country. The soul returns, to see the family ......" Ji Huan's lips moved slightly, and she couldn't help but think of this poem when Wuxian was buried by his father.

"Wuxian is right, my father should indeed be buried on a beautiful high hill, among the pines and cypresses, with birds flying in the sky above his head, and wind, frost, rain and dew to bathe him......"

Zhao Ying's funeral exceeded the specifications that a secretary should have, and this time there was no much-criticized living burial, but the momentum was far better than that of ordinary princes and ministers. Zhao Wuxian used the heirlooms he seized from Fan and the Bank of China, the national weapons from the two puppet states of Cao and Wei, plus the ritual vessels he asked for from Lu and Di, and the bronze materials of the Qi people captured in the First Battle of Wenshui, to cast nine huge phoenix-headed claw pattern hoof-foot tripods for Zhao Ying!

According to the etiquette system of the Zhou Dynasty, the Son of Heaven has nine tripods, the princes have seven tripods, and the Qing doctor has five tripods. But with the collapse of etiquette, the princes of various countries also began to use the gift of nine tripods, and the secretary and the doctor used seven tripods. But Wuxian is even more excessive, he buried his father completely in accordance with the etiquette of the princes in private!

He also chose a nickname for Zhao Ying: Wu!

Just straighten up and say martial arts!

Wei Yi De said Wu!

Restraint and chaos are said to be martial!

The criminal people overcome the martial arts!

Zhao Ying's life is very consistent with this word, "Zhao Wuzi" will be his honorific title in the mouth of his descendants, of course, Zhao Wuxian said bluntly to Ji Huan that his goal is to change this title into "Wuhou", or even "Wuwang"!

"Therefore, Jiuding is not too much, the sons of heaven and princes in the world are not as good as their fathers to be eligible for this gift!"

These words made the eyes of the Chu State named Shi Qi under Wuxian's subordinates light up, and he even asked Wuxian to completely break with the Jin State on the spot, establish a country on his own, and then force the Son of Heaven to recognize the Zhao family as a prince!

Although Wuxian politely rejected this frightening suggestion, there were no less transgressions elsewhere.

For example, Ji Huan, as a descendant of the Xu Kingdom, could not enter the tradition of the Zhao family temple, and was also changed by Zhao Wuxian with a wave of his hand......

He persuaded Ji Ying at the time: "As I said, one day, I will let my sister enter this temple with dignity." I am busy with military affairs, and Lingzi is not suitable to take charge of the internal affairs of the clan, who else is the one who adds incense and oil to the ancestors and ancestors? If they are unwilling to accept your sacrifice, then they can only starve and not eat blood, I think my ancestors of the Zhao clan will not be so stubborn, right? ”

Reform, this is the tone set by Zhao Wuxian after he officially took power, and in his place, there is no eternal law, and there is no ancestral word that cannot be changed. Ji Huan couldn't talk about him, and in desperation, he could only come, but he was deeply moved in his heart and a little worried. After becoming the head of the family, Wuxian is much more domineering than in the past, and he can no longer be regarded as the little brother of the year.

However, unlike the majesty that Wuxian worked hard to show, his son Zhao Cao is an honest little guy.

Ji Huan lowered his head, but saw Zhao Cao obediently kneeling on the ground, reading the sacrificial text according to the Confucian disciples who presided over the ceremony, and making various complicated ritual actions.

She was relieved that one day, he would wear a crown court robe, and Wuxian grew up like this, becoming the head of the family and the secretary of a great country!

The pillars of the Zhao family have fallen, not only Zhao Wuxian needs to re-prop up this mansion, but everyone in the family has to play a role in this war, not to mention Zhao Yi, Zhao Guangde and other side branch disciples, whether it is a marriage bed or a battlefield, they need to contribute. As the eldest daughter of the family, Ji Ying needs to take care of filial piety, and even the four-year-old child Zhao Cao has responsibilities that are forcibly given......

It's just that Ji Huan feels that this responsibility came too early, and it is too heavy for Zhao Cao. If the situation requires her to sacrifice, she will gladly accept it, but now it is a little boy who has to accept this burden!

The worship was temporary and was for Zhao Cao alone, as he was soon to return to the place where he was born, so he came here to say goodbye to his grandfather......

The love for his son and nephew made Ji Huan look back with some annoyance and looked back at the two retainers waiting at the gate of the family temple, Zhang Mengtan, Zai Yu, the important ministers who managed the Lu State on behalf of the Zhao family, and they were deeply trusted, and they came to pick up the little master.

Ji Huan whispered with some dissatisfaction: "Four-and-a-half-year-old Lu Guozhengqing, shogun? The bureaucrats of the Lu State are simply messing around! Wu Xian actually agreed to this matter, is it because he is not a son-in-law, it doesn't matter if he lives at a young age? ”

PS: The tomb of Zhao Qing in Taiyuan is suspected to be the tomb of Zhao Ying, and a ritual vessel with the specifications of Qiding has been unearthed.

(To be continued.) )