The capital of the Western Zhou Dynasty, where the Son of Heaven was stationed in the past, the streets are wide, the buildings on both sides are exquisitely conceived, dignified and atmospheric, and the Chinese people above the market are polite.

Although there is no Linzi City, shoulder to shoulder, sweaty and lively, it is also unique to its elegant and simple connotation.

The buildings on both sides of the street are mostly two-story wooden buildings, which retain the original color of the original wood. The annual rings of the wood grain, one after the other, seem to tell the passers-by that everything that happened here in the past is brilliant, calm and lonely. The cornices on the roof are either low, straight, or raised, giving people a kind of agility, majesty, or simplicity, and different spiritual touches.

The right design makes these buildings 'light but not frivolous, simple but not mechanical, majestic but not rigid. ’

'Music is a flowing building, and architecture is a frozen music. The capital city under the Lile civilization, among the horns, is permeated with the elegance and nobility of the Central Plains civilization.

From time to time, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo came from upstairs, and the outside world had already been turned upside down, but the people who stayed here did not feel the suffering brought by the war to everyone.

The aristocracy indulged in the enjoyment, the wealth brought to them by the slaves, the luxurious comparison, and did not care about their own country and their own people, which made the dynasty that was already declining crumbling, but no one cared about everything in front of them, and they continued to enjoy the luxury of drinking and getting drunk today.

Qu Ling and Meng said that they came to the street one after another, and Qu Ling had something in his heart, so he asked Meng Dao:

"Deacon Meng, you say, what do you mean by this Western Zhou Jun? Why didn't you say a few words and kick us out? He looked at Meng with a puzzled face.

Meng said that he thought for a moment, and then said:

"Miss, you don't know, the Son of Heaven pays attention to joy and anger, no matter what attitude he has, he won't tell us directly, let's wait patiently!" Meng said with a smile to Qu Ling.

"Oops! How long will it take? It's annoying to be a woman dressed as a man all day long," Qu Ling muttered and said coquettishly.

"Haha... Miss wants to go back to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty as soon as possible, right? Meng asked innocently.

"What nonsense? Be careful, I'll go back and tell Juzi that you are bullying me, and see how Juzi cleans you up. He used his fist to hit Meng between words.

The fist touched the flesh, and Meng said, "sigh", Qu Ling thought to himself, "I didn't use my strength, why is this Meng said, so painful?" There must be something else going on'. Qu Ling leaned closer, opened the placket of Meng Shuo's clothes, didn't look at it, and when he saw it, he was really startled.

I saw that Meng Shuo's chest had long been blurred with flesh and blood, and the clothes in some places had been glued together.

"Deacon Meng, this is the scar left by the fight with the White Wolf King yesterday?" Qu Ling asked with concern.

"Not bad! It was the white wolf king who was injured, I didn't think that this white wolf king, as powerful as an ox, was difficult to control, and was accidentally injured by it, but fortunately, the injury was not serious, so don't worry about it," said while pulling up his clothes, in front of the public, it made people look so unsightly.

"It's all my fault, if I hadn't been in a hurry, you wouldn't have been hurt." Qu Ling blamed himself and tears flowed out at the same time. Most of the Mo family's ink artists were from poor backgrounds, and they were close to each other like a family, and Meng said that it was his wife who brought them into the Mo Sect back then, so the relationship naturally went further than other Mo people. Meng said that he regarded Qu Ling as his own sister, and he was also very kind to her, and when he saw his sister crying today, he quickly wiped it off with his hands.

While wiping it, he was still coaxing Qu Ling to be happy,

"Last night, Yang Chengjun's subordinates gave me some herbs, saying that they were brought from the southwest of Chu State, and the healing effect was excellent, after applying it, the bleeding was stopped instantly, but the wound was too deep to heal for a while, it seems that there is no major problem, and it will be fine after a few days of rest, don't worry."

"It's still early today, why don't we go back, change into civilian clothes, and have a good walk in this capital of heaven." Meng Shuo proposed.

"Good! Let's go back and prepare. Fang Cai was still crying, and in a blink of an eye he heard that he was going shopping, and it was cloudy and sunny in an instant.

The two of them walked one after the other towards the post station. The words were divided into two ends, and Qu Ling was sent away here. Meng said. The elderly Western Zhou Jun began to plot with Zhang Yi again.

"Zhang Yi! Tell me, what is the purpose of this Eastern Zhou? The elderly Zhou Jun was the first to ask.

"Your Majesty, I think this Eastern Zhou is nothing more than wanting us to release water, so that they can plant rice, as for the rest, I think it will be difficult to achieve results for a while, but this young envoy needs to explore the details." Zhang Yi said slowly.

"What do you mean by that, continuing with our previous plan?" The elderly Xi Zhoujun asked.

"Not bad! Otherwise, how can we recover our gold and silver? Zhang Yi said with a slight sneer, when Xi Zhoujun drove away the envoy, Zhang Yi had already sensed Xi Zhoujun's unhappiness. Zhang Yi made a generous move, how could the Western Zhou Dynasty be on a par with the Great Qin Empire, and naturally he was very sensitive to the concept of input and output. In other words, I am very concerned about short-term profits, and I am not too interested in the way of long-term fishing for big fish.

"Good! In this case, I don't know how Zhang Yi arranges it? Xi Zhoujun kept reminding Zhang Yi all the time, hoping that Zhang Yi could make overall arrangements for this reception event. But Zhang Yi's heart at this time was mostly the messenger's information, and he didn't plan to make major adjustments to the previous plan, so he said to Xi Zhoujun:

"The Son of Heaven doesn't need to panic, when Korea, Chu State, and the army press the border, I think it is impossible for the Eastern Zhou Dynasty not to surrender on his knees."

"Good! Case! When you went down, you spoke kind words to the messenger and persuaded him to leave, and said that the widow was unwell and could not see them. It seems that this offending business has to be resisted by his subordinates, and Zhang Yi is not surprised, who let him take over this errand.

Since this is the case, then this red face should sing it by itself. Separate the Western Zhou Jun from the whirlpool of right and wrong, even if it is a last resort, there is room for maneuver. If you cut off the road at the beginning, how things will develop in the future is often beyond the control of manpower.

"Yes! Subordinates will do it! After Zhang Yi received the order, he withdrew from the court. I thought, 'I'm going to leave in a few days.'" This prosperous Zhou Capital, has not yet taken a good look, you might as well take this opportunity to have a good trip, and it is not in vain to come here. ’

Some subordinates have already prepared the carriage, and the soldiers of the 'Flying Feather Cavalry' are standing on both sides of the palace gate one by one, whether it is morale, clothing, or equipment, they are not comparable to the guards of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The two stood together, like an old beggar, dressed in tatters, with a withered face, and a rice bowl missing a corner in his hand, begging along the street in the bitter autumn wind, and being looked down upon.

The other is a richly dressed, high-spirited and enterprising young man, like the morning sun, youthful and energetic, with blue light in the black clothes and armor, under the illumination of the sun, it is extraordinarily provocative, beautiful and amorous, full of youth, walking on the street, it will naturally attract the attention of countless passers-by.

Zhang Yi glanced at it, and couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, "The mighty master in front of me, if it weren't for my Zhang Yi's contributions, maybe he would have been buried outside Hangu Pass, with grass and bones." Today's Daqin himself has also created immortal achievements, but it's a pity. The Western Zhou warriors in front of him seemed to make Zhang Yi see his own situation.

No matter how much glory there is, it is also a passing cloud, how powerful Zhou Tianzi's momentum was back then, he did not surrender within the four yi, and the world was the master. Now I can't even find a decent weapon, I can't get together a neat armor, and I can't talk about the glory of the past.

Isn't that what I am?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi looked up at the sky and said to the warrior beside him:

"You all go back and rest, I still have some things to deal with, so don't follow them all, just leave three or five people." Zhang Yi said as he pulled out four or five personal guards with his hand.

"You're all going to rest in the barracks, and you're not allowed to move around, you know!" Zhang Yi commanded

After receiving the order, the other warriors turned over their horses, raised their whips, and walked away.

Zhang Yi looked at the horses in the distance, and looked back at these, the slightly shabby Western Zhou warriors, wearing single clothes, let the west wind whipped on him, the corners of his mouth were a little bruised, it can be seen that this night guard, suffered a lot of crimes, took out a gold ingot from his arms, put it in the hands of the leading guard, the leading guard insisted on refusing to ask, Zhang Yi said:

"You have a great responsibility to guard the court for the Son of Heaven, and you must not make the slightest mistake, and today the weather is cold, if you wear single clothes to guard the court again, I will not think of a few days, you will fall ill, and at that time, will not be a big loss because of a small loss. Tell your subordinates that each of them will buy a leather coat to keep out the cold, and the rest of the money will be used to buy some wine and meat to keep you warm. ”

Everyone hurriedly knelt down to thank them, Zhang Yi hurriedly pulled them up one by one, and said without reproach:

"You are all the close attendants of the Son of Heaven, how can you kneel in front of me, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Thank you Zhang Zida, I'm waiting for this courtesy!" The crowd stood up and bowed.

The bow salute originated in China, and the "Rites. In the "Dowry", there is a record of 'holding Gui, entering, bowing, such as fear of losing'.

When the ancients sacrificed to the heavens and sacrificed to their ancestors, they would not cut the sacrificial cows and sheep into pieces, but bent the whole into a round bow shape, and then placed them in the sacrificial place to offer sacrifices, so as to express the respect and piety of the sacrificers.

In reality, it has gradually become a custom to 'bow down and salute as a sign of respect'. It has become a kind of etiquette for juniors to elders and subordinates to superiors.

Zhang Yi hurriedly replied:

"What a small benefit! You must not be like this, you must not be like this", the humility of words is no longer the ability of the tongue to fight the heroes. Sometimes, even I feel extremely surprised by the changes in people.

Bidding farewell to these warriors, Zhang Yi led four or five of his men to wander back and forth above the market.