"So, take some more,

Your uncle,

Ariye

Your uncle.

Ariye. ”

。。。。。。

These are the only two sentences that Liu Chang can understand.

As for the 'tuo-lur, drip-drip, drip-la' in the back, I don't understand it at all.

"A good boy, a beggar is polite." Just when Liu Chang was listening, listening, and about to fall asleep, he may have fallen asleep and heard someone saying blunt words in front of him.

Hurriedly opened his eyes, and found that the east had already appeared in the belly white, and the sky was almost dawn. A pair of bare feet appeared in front of his eyes, and these calloused feet were seen from the side, not as dirty as he imagined, on the contrary, they were clean. Looking up along his feet, it was the tall black man, who was still wrapped in a circle of coarse cloth like yesterday, and his hair, um~ was still disheveled, because he was lowering his head, Liu Chang saw that the hair on the top of his head was sparse, and it seemed to be a little red and swollen.

Liu Chang glanced at the gate of the post station, there was a figure flickering in the gate, it must be his father and those people, worried about himself, seeing that he was fine, he was not eaten or taken away by a ghost, so he was relieved, but he didn't dare to come.

"Ah, you're done? , don't say it, it's pretty good. What do you say your name is" Liu Chang stood up, stretched his waist and said.

"Bhikshu monk, beggar," replied the black man.

"It's a strange name, how can you call it an outcast? It's so ugly, is your parents not wanting you anymore? ”

"I am a monk below, and I have no home anymore."

"Oh, you're so pathetic." Liu Chang showed a sympathetic expression and said with pity.

"The donor, it seems that he has a fate with my Buddha, and he can actually understand the Great Compassion Mantra." The big black man looked at the clever child in front of him, who was dressed like a beggar, and there was actually some light shining in his eyes.

"I understand something, I hear something 'fuck your uncle, your uncle', but the singing is still very good, let's change the word." Liu Chang told the truth.

"Amitabha~" The big man, when he heard this, the light in his eyes was as if he had been doused with water, and it was gone.

Listen to Nan Wu Ah Ya as fucking your uncle, sin, sin.

After speaking, Liu Chang didn't pay attention to his mother, uncle, and walked towards the gate of the post station.

"What do they do?" As soon as Liu Chang walked into the door, he was surrounded by a group of people, especially the officer, who asked impatiently.

"They're singing and cursing."

"Singing and swearing?"

"How did they scold?"

"I didn't understand, but I understood, 'Fuck your uncle.'" Not to mention, scolding is quite good. ”

"They seem to be from the Western Regions?"

"How do you know, you've seen it?"

"By the way, did you ask what their names were?"

"He said, his name is Bhikshu Sangha, Slut." Liu Chang saw that it was the official who bet with him yesterday, so he replied casually.

"And call yourself a slut? It's cheap enough. The scholar was stunned for a moment, and immediately came back to his senses, and was happy in his heart, thinking, this little beggar really has a personality, and he will report it: "Call it a beggar." ”

"Seems to be."

"Why do you call yourself beggars, are they beggars in the Western Regions?"

"The meaning of a beggar is: 'The upper is to beg for the Dharma to train the gods, and the lower is for the laity to beg for food and to earn their own lives, hence the name of the beggar.'" ”

"Cut~~, it's not for food."

"Don't want to eat anymore?! Hurry up and run out of morning food and hit the road!! "The official who was secretly ridiculed by Liu Chang as a slut, how could he not know that Liu Chang was scolding him on the subject? But he can't have a seizure, he can only shout loudly.

This is an official road leading to Chang'an, in addition to their group of more than a dozen people on the road, there are many people on horseback, driving cars, and some on foot like them.

"Shanglin Yuan" Liu Chang looked at his father Liu Ju and said silently.

Liu Ju also glanced at Liu Chang and did not speak. Yes, this is Shanglin Garden, a place specially opened up by my father for hunting and recreation, hundreds of miles around Chang'an City, there are no people, if there is no wide galloping road, no one will know, in the depths of the jungle is a huge city that is unparalleled in the world. If the First Emperor was still alive, he would feel ashamed, what is Afang Palace compared to here? Not even a thatched house.

Almost all of them, as they passed, cast curious glances. And all these curious eyes are basically on Liu Chang, who walks with his little short legs and his head down. Because, entering the range of Shanglin Yuan, all the suspects were brought with heavy flails, except for two people, Liu Chang and his brother. As for Liu Chang, he took his brother's hand and swaggered in front of those people with flails.

"Mother, mother, look, there is a child"

From an ox cart that passed by them, the childish voice of a child was heard.

"Really, hey, you became a prisoner at such a young age?" The child's words drew a burst of amazement.

Happy days always pass quickly, and before they know it, they see Chang'an City, see the Chang'an city wall, see the gate of Chang'an City, see the official master of Chang'an, and see the big courtyard that the official master brought them.

Many people have never been to Chang'an City in their lives, and they are stunned by the scene of Chang'an City, the neat streets, spacious and smooth roads, although there are no people on the streets, it seems empty, but the more empty the more shocking people's hearts. The tall and ornate buildings on both sides were something they had never seen in their lives. They had even forgotten who they were, what they had come here for, and after they entered the county prison, there were still people who talked about what they had just seen and heard.

When the cell door slammed shut, they came back to their senses: it turned out that we were prisoners, not a tourist in Chang'an.

After seven or eight days of hiking, everyone fell asleep.

After that angina, Liu Ju has been in a trance, sluggish, and always anxious, but today he finally settled down, from the start of the army on July 19, to the defeat and escape on July 27, and then to the first siege and killing on August 8, and to today, he returned to Chang'an on August 19, a whole month.

This month has been really a landslide and the earth has shaken. A month ago, he was still the crown prince admired by thousands of people, the successor of the empire, but a month later, he is sitting silently in a corner of the imperial prison, reduced to a beggar-like existence.

The empire is so big, so big that the country is not in the spring, and this empire is so small, so small that I don't even have a place to stand. My son may have met with an accident, otherwise my heart wouldn't be so colic, I don't know if my newborn grandson is still there?

Son, don't complain about being a father, you shouldn't have been born in the emperor's family.

If it comes, it will be safe, today's business is today, tomorrow's business, tomorrow's plan. Liu Ju also slowly fell asleep.

This is the meaning of the county prison, the mansion, the mansion, the residence of the princes of the Western Han Dynasty in Chang'an, Kyoto. The counties set up offices in the capital division. The mansions set up by the Han counties and the vassal states in the capital were used for the accommodation of the officials from the county to the Beijing court. At the beginning, it was under the jurisdiction of the Shaofu, and then it was under the lieutenant, and then it belonged to the Great Honglu, and there were county chiefs and lords. There is also a county prison, and those who violate the law in the county of the world are taken into custody by the prison. It is the Royal Prison, and the general environment is still relatively good, and there are few private acts and abuses. After all, no one knows that if he is locked up here today and is a prisoner, will he turn over and return to the top tomorrow? Anyway, whether it is in the past or in the future, they are all nobles and masters, and it is right to treat them as masters.

Most of the prisoners here are in private rooms, just to prevent the phenomenon of mutual harm between prisoners. Of course, their father and son were in the same cell.

When it was a child, everything was silent, and it had been more than ten days since August 15, and the waning moon was like a hook, hanging coldly in the sky.

Xiao Budian, who was lying on his side, suddenly lay flat and slowly floated, his eyes still closed, as if he was not awake. The black bracelet on the wrist also slowly squirmed and turned into a small ball again, this small ball surrounded Xiao Budian's body, from the head to the feet, spiraling, and the speed was not fast. From top to bottom, from bottom to top, the ball glows purple-red and shines all over his body. An extremely thin purple line of energy, barely detectable, stretched from the depths of the sky, through the roof, absorbed by the orb.

It didn't take long, maybe only a few breaths, and the ball returned to the shape of the bracelet, wrapped around the wrist of the little one, and the little one slowly fell back to the straw mat, turned over, and still fell asleep.

Taishi Ling's Mansion, Sima Qian's study, a huge candle was lit in the four corners of the room, and two smaller candles were also lit on both sides of the desk. These candles were specially given by the emperor, and they were all lit tonight. Although it was dark outside, the house was brightly lit inside.

For Tai Shiling, today is a good day, a big day, and a memorable day. After years of hard work, enduring humiliation and burden, it finally came to fruition: the draft of "Taishi Lingshu" is finished!

In the pavilion in the courtyard, huge lanterns are hung at the four corners, illuminating the entire pavilion as if it were daytime.

The two people in the pavilion knelt down across the stone table, there were wine glasses and a sea of wine on the stone table, Sima Qian looked at the busy figures of the children and grandchildren and slaves in the house, and the pride and pride in his heart spontaneously appeared, all 130 episodes, more than 500,000 words, the emperor's masterpiece! The painstaking efforts of two generations of father and son, and the ideals of two generations, have finally been completed today.

"It's a jade." , Sima Qian looked at the turquoise wine in the cup. Said to the person opposite:

"The great literati Mei Cheng said in "Liu Fu": "The wine of the jade is the wine of the golden pulp, and the mash of the golden pulp is offered", which can be seen to be no worse than the 'golden pulp'"

There is a stone platform in the pavilion, and there is a jade bucket in the platform, and the moon in the bucket is clear and holy. Tai Shiling raised his glass and drank it, a trace of coolness slipped from his throat to his heart, and a line of warmth slowly rose from his heart and sent it to his whole body, and every pore in his body exuded a cry of comfort.

The cool breeze of the autumn night gently caresses every restless part of the body, just like a young mother gently patting a child who has not yet fallen asleep, everything is so harmonious and warm.

"Such a fine wine, Taishi Gong also has a treasure, it can be seen that Taishi Gong is immortal" The person opposite was still sitting upright, and did not glance at the cup in front of him.

"Since the first emperor burned all the history books of various countries, my father had a grand wish: to recreate the annals of history! Single-handedly, leave some memories for this nation. Sima Qian didn't pay attention to the ridicule in the other party's tone, just looked at the green waves rippling in the cup and talked eloquently.

The road was not smooth, and almost all kings, no matter how extravagant and mediocre they were, wanted to leave their glorious image in the annals of history, as was the case with the first emperor, and the same is true with the current emperor. History, in their eyes, is like a woman in a green house, let it be played. Revising or tampering with history is a common hobby of all faint kings and kings, and the more dim they are, the more they want to leave a wise and martial image.

"Looking at the entire "Taishi Lingshu", it is actually just four words."

"Oh, what four words"

"Birdman, Beast"

"Oh? Why do real people say this? My entire history book, from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors to the present day, spans thousands of years, why do real people only remember four words. ”

"It's only been more than 100 years since Yingqin, and some history has not been forgotten. The three of them took a bath, saw the Xuanniao fall its eggs, Jian Di swallowed it, because of the pregnancy contract. 'You wrote it, right?' ”

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"I don't ask if it's true or not, you're paving the way for the later 'Dragon Handed Over', right? Well~~ a birdman, a brute; It also complements each other. ”

"Real person, what do you mean by that?"

"It's not too significant, but you vented your anger for a while, I'm afraid that it will be a disaster for thousands of years. Xia Shangzhou, these three generations, do you really not know their specific situation? Is it really as good as you say? ”

"What about in the eyes of real people?"

"Ruined it"

"It can't be!"

"Tai Shi Gong still holds a grudge so much."

"Palace punishment, do you know what it means? Misfortune is not for profit, grief is for sadness, ugliness is for humiliation, and criticism is greater than palace punishment. The remnants of the sentence are incomparable, and they are not the same.

He can torture me, I will make him a mongrel forever, a dragon, a totem, but he is also a beast in the end, and I will make them proud of the mongrel, mongrel! Speaking of this, Tai Shiling's face finally showed a covetous and playful expression. Decades of grievances can finally be relieved.

"In view of the appearance of the water people, in view of the fact that people know the good and the fierce" The real person stood up with his hands behind his back, looked at the waning moon hanging in the sky, and said slowly.

Tai Shi Ling was slightly drunk, put down the bottle, also stood up, and slowly walked out of the pavilion.

Looking up at the bright moon, although it was not as round as fifteen o'clock, it was so bright and lovely, but it was like a hook and weeping, enchanting and beautiful. A few clouds in the sky are also charming and colorful, and they are extraordinarily affectionate.

"The bright moon enters my arms, and the breeze blows me; A hundred years of soil, forever leave my name" Taishi Ling hand railing, ambition is satisfied.

"Zichang, I recently had an adventure in the mountains, do you want to hear about it?" Real person, of course, speaking of which, everyone must know who this real person is, he is the half-immortal Zhang Daoda, Zhang Zhenren. He passed by Chang'an, and by the way, he came to visit his New Year's friend, which coincided with his meeting He was invited by Taishi Gong, and he was the only one who was invited to witness the completion of his emperor's masterpiece "Taishi Lingshu".

"Oh~~ Let's hear it." Sima Qian is interested, and what can make Zhang Liang and Zhang Zifang's descendants talk about it is definitely not an ordinary thing.

So, Zhang Zhenren told this adventure in detail.

"What? He actually questioned Ling Zu's "Plain Book"? Why is he? When he heard Zhang Zhenren convey the words of his entourage to him and tell Tai Shi Gong, Tai Shi Gong's reaction was the same as Zhang Zhenren's original reaction.

"Just because he has seen the manuscript of the ancestor in the palace." Zhang Zhenren didn't say that this was the prince's paraphrase, in that case, the true situation of the prince would be exposed, so he changed his words, the manuscript is not necessarily only available in the palace.

"Is that manuscript fake?" Taishi Gong couldn't believe it, no matter how bold Zhang Zifang was, he didn't dare to fool Gaozu with fake books.

"No, it's not fake." A real person answered in the affirmative.

"Then why should he question it?"

"Because there is no real copy. Huangshi Gong is just a fabrication made up by his ancestors. The real man turned around and looked at the hooked moon in the sky. There were a few clouds beside the moon, and when they passed by, they covered the poor moon tightly.

"But I've seen that book, every word."

"Alas~~ It is the words that are flawed."

"What do you say?"

"Don't you think that every word that my ancestor said is correct nonsense? Now, "Plain Books" are flying all over the sky, and there is no more Zhang Zifang. It's you, the son of the son, who has also read the "Plain Book", why can't you even dodge a knife. ”

"Could it be..."

"That's right, the ancestor's ability is the ancestor's own, and the so-called Huangshi Gong is just borrowed by the ancestor to build momentum. The ancestor handed over this book, just as the boy said, you have all seen this book, you all have the ability, and the ability of the ancestor is not unusual, so that the ancestor can get out. The real ability to guide according to the situation can be said in just a few hundred words. ”

"Who is that boy and where is he now?"

"This is the heavenly machine, hehehe~~"