He wanted to ask Nizi several times, but the words shrank back into his mouth. It wasn't until he came to Wenkou, the home of the chief of the auxiliary pavilion, and sent Nizi home, that he knew that the chief of the auxiliary pavilion had already moved, so he moved to the mountain bag where he stood to see the spring when he came to Chongquan. That small mountain bag, because of Gongsun Marting, established the feng shui treasure of Chongquan. The rich people of Chongquan are proud to be able to occupy a piece of blessed land on this mountain. As the guardian of Chongquan at that time, how could he not occupy a piece?

When he knew the origin of this blessed land, he smiled and understood the reason. After sending Nizi away, he was busy with official business. After eating, he wanted to walk around and see with his own eyes the changes in Chongquan, especially the harvest of the farmland, whether it was really the same as the county order said. So he took two guards with him and went out of the city in a daze. The county commander and others didn't dare to follow, so they had to take people and follow him from afar.

As soon as I left the city, the memory of twelve years ago suddenly became clear. The qiē of that day all appeared in front of his eyes. Especially the shadow of Nizi standing under the pine, it was frozen in front of her.

Just as Gongsun Ying was reminiscing about the past twelve years ago, the guards behind him suddenly whispered excitedly, "Listen!" What a beautiful voice. ”

With the voice of the guard, a woman's mournful singing voice floated from a distance, and suddenly grabbed the hearts of several men in Gongsun Ying's party.

"The morning breeze flies a bird, ho, melancholy flies to the north forest,

I don't see you in the forest, I'm worried!

The morning breeze flies a bird, ho, melancholy flies to the south forest,

I don't see you in the forest, I'm worried!

The morning breeze flies a bird, ho, melancholy flies to Xilin,

I don't see you in the forest, I'm worried!

The morning breeze flies, ho, melancholy flies to Donglin,

I don't see you in the forest, I'm worried!

The morning breeze flies the birds, and the four forests are flying,

The husband is gone, don't forget the love of the woman! (Translated from the Book of Poetry "Qin Feng?") Morrowind)

The few men who stopped listening did not move forward again until the voice slowly drifted away.

Gongsun Ying was already fascinated by the voice. After squinting, I felt that this voice seemed very familiar, could it be Niko's singing? This question suddenly evoked his memories of Nizi's singing. He thought that this singer appeared at the bend in front of him, and he thought that this singer was Nizi. Only his Nizi can sing such a beautiful song.

This series of assumptions even he himself found absurd. He suddenly discovers that he is a very selfish person.

He had just crossed this bend, and there really had to be a young woman sitting on the field road in front of him. The young woman was singing with her back to them.

The guard was about to shout, but he stopped him. He walked over softly and asked softly, "Just now, you sang it?" ”

"Hmm!" The young woman still did not turn around, but looked at the farmland and hummed softly.

"What a beautiful singing! It's 'Morrowind', right? Gongsun Ying asked again in a low voice.

"Hmm!" The young woman was obviously frightened, and this time her voice was a little uneasy.

"Can you sing it again?" Gongsun Martingale made a request that he thought was a bit non-centric.

But the young woman returned: "Noble! If you want to hear it, I'll sing you a cheerful one, right? ”

Gongsun Ying, thinking that this young woman's voice was so familiar. But as soon as he wanted the young woman to turn around and look, he heard the guard behind him shout respectfully: "Madame Fu! Why are you sitting in the field? ”

Sitting on the ridge of the ground is indeed Nizi. She was sitting in the field singing and singing, and she remembered that night, that morning, that morning of twelve years. The god-like martingale man floated away with a cloud! She chased and chased, but she couldn't catch up, and she chased for nine years before she caught up with her martingale with the help of Weaver Niangniang. So, she sat in the field and sang for her dream to come true. didn't want her singing voice to attract Gongsun Marting, she knew that the nobles of Martingale also liked her singing, so she told Sù Gongsun Martingale to sing a cheerful song for him.

At this moment, the chief of the auxiliary pavilion, who was busy with the work in the fields, came over, and when he saw Gongsun Marting, he happily closed his mouth, smiled and bowed, and shouted: "Martingale nobleman! Rare guest, rare guest! Why did you come to the field? There's a lot of burial in this field. Walk! Go home. Your new aunt hasn't entered my house yet? ”

Nizi's dream, which she dreamed for nine years, came true with the help of Weaver Niangniang. Gongsun Marting's Xianyang dream, which lasted for four years, also came true. The circle is in the inevitable strength. He accompanied Qin Gong to stand on the Dongyang Gate in the North District of Xianyang, when the last military official reported that the last flag had been prepared, the last war drum had been installed, and the last ten thousand people had stood in front of the last city gate. Qin Gong and Da Shangzao each picked up a pair of drumsticks and fought the same drum at the same time.

Knock, knock! Two drum beats!

Knock, knock, knock......

Three hundred and sixty drums beat with two drums! Three hundred and sixty banners were erected over the thirty-six gates! Thirty-six gates, creak open! 360,000 city citizens entered Xianyang from the 36 city gates! 360,000 throats, shouted out a voice: "Qin State Yongchang!" ”

Although the Duke of Qin and the Great Shangzao could not see the grand occasion of 360,000 people entering the city at the same time, the moment they entered the city was enough to make them feel what was magnificent and what was strength.

The two of them, surrounded by all the nobles and officials, got on the six-horse-drawn canopy car that had been prepared earlier. The mighty convoy slowly galloped into Xianyang from Dongyangmen and slowly drove on the central avenue of 16 tracks. Finally, it stopped at the central square of Xianyang North District. The central square is paved with stones. It covers an area of six miles long and six miles wide. In the center of the square, stands a long six zhang, wide two zhang, high nine zhang "Ji Que". At this time, it was covered with a black cloth, and from a distance, I don't know what the building is really terrifying.

Qin Gong's convoy stopped here. On both sides of Jique, two thousand tiger ben troops stood in the middle of the road. The Duke of Qin and the Great Shangzao are majesticly moving towards Jique. In the sound of war drums, knock, knock, knock, the two of them each pulled one end of the rope, and the black cloth covered with hula fell, revealing a vast white stone surface, shining in the sun. Buluo. Drumming.

Ji Que is engraved with the two orders of the Duke of Qin on the front, and the first order is engraved on the back. The two affectionately stroked the majestic Jique, extremely excited. Duke Qin actually turned around and said excitedly to the central officials, nobles, and ninety-three county officials from the thirty-one counties who had come specially to stand in front of him:

"This is no ordinary Jique! It is engraved with the 'Three Orders' that created today's great cause. In order to realize the 'three orders', the widow fought with the secretaries for 14 years. Every word on this is engraved by heroes and heroes in 14 years with sweat, blood, and life. Let's just say two orders, in just over a year, the widow gave a funeral for forty-three county officials! And how many times did these county officials bury his subordinates and sergeants? Therefore, these three orders were exchanged for their lives, and they were hard-won.

Therefore, this Jique is a monument and will always exist in the Qin State! ”