The cobwebs in this pavilion are dusty, and the yard is full of barren grass. He really couldn't get used to it, so he had to leave early.

The meal at the pavilion is not good, only a plate of cold dishes, a ding of mutton, and some coarse cakes.

After eating, Huang walked out of the pavilion, today he did not practice boxing, nor did he swing a knife, Zhou Wangji was desolate, so that his mentality changed.

The glorious Zongzhou in the past is now a thing of the past.

Walking in the streets and alleys, passers-by, merchants, soldiers, officials, and scholars have all kinds of people, but they don't see the atmosphere of a big country that belongs to the center of the world.

This kind of decadence and decay deeply impacted the heart of the wilderness, and the eight hundred years of Zongzhou have undergone great changes over the years.

Zongzhou, who once lived in the world, held the power of the Son of Heaven, and controlled the entire Central Plains, collapsed suddenly, and those majestic soldiers gradually decayed and withered.

Only in Zhou Wangji, the sacrificial music that still rings every year maintains the last dignity of the Zhou people.

This trip, in addition to Yingquliang's entrustment, is to wash the mind and let the distracting thoughts disappear.

As a result, this trip to Zhou Wangji made him have such great mood swings and distracting thoughts that he can't calculate.

The decay and decay of the Luoyang royal city, and the idleness of a group of ministers, all had a huge impact on the famine, and at this moment, the word Son of Heaven lost its luster in his heart.

In Luoyang City, he wandered around for half an hour, walked east, walked west, probably understood the situation, he talked with the old farmer, he communicated with the merchants, and he also drank in the wine shop.

Zhou wine is warm and pure, showing a fragrant fragrance.

Although the Zhou tribe was an agricultural tribe, it was also brave and good at fighting at that time, after all, it was full of barbarians all around, and there were even more big Shang courts.

But now, the courage and iron blood of the ancestors have long been worn out by the long years, and the pride of the ancestors has long been defeated by the enemy little by little.

Standing outside the palace of the Son of Heaven, his eyes were complicated, the former Zhou Wu had never thought that his descendants would fall to such a point.

The palace of the Son of Heaven in Luoyang, with its independent red walls, is a complete inner city.

Red walls and green tiles.

The huge palace complex is like a giant beast, with the authority of the former Son of Heaven remaining, which is daunting.

Just take a closer look and you will find that the red walls have been mottled and peeled off, the green tiles are also full of moss, and the sunlight falls on the continuous palace, revealing the supreme nobility of the past.

"Alas, if you don't have the heart to move forward, sooner or later you will become a stepping stone for others and turn to ashes." At this moment, the wilderness gave birth to a feeling.

His thoughts were purer.

After stopping for a long time, Huang found Doctor Fan Yu: "Qin Envoy, Huang, I've seen Doctor Shang." ”

Seeing the arrival of the famine, Fan Yu was very happy, and the princes of the world did not take Zhou Tianzi in their eyes more and more, and the tribute had been cut off.

As a result, not only did Zhou Tianzi's authority land, but it also made Zhou Wangji's life more and more difficult.

"Qin envoys don't have to be polite." Fan Yu was very excited: "The pavilion is dilapidated, and the Qin envoy lives in the old man's house, which is also more comfortable." ”

"Thank you, Doctor."

Staying in Fan Yu's house, Fan Yu organized a small banquet to wash the dust for the desert, and drank three rounds of dishes and five flavors: "I don't know what happened when Qin envoys entered Wangji?" ”

took a sip of Zhou wine, was silent for a moment, and explained his intentions without concealing anything.

Fan Yu fell into silence for a long time, and about a quarter of an hour passed: "It's not a secret, the royal family has had a hard time in recent years. ”

"Come to think of it, you also know some of the situations in the city, these years, who still remembers the Zhou royal family, and who still remembers that there is a son of heaven living in Luoyang!"

He poured a glass of wine again, shook his head, and said in a serious tone: "The Son of Heaven in the Zhou Room is orthodox in the world, who dares to forget." ”

"I, Qin State, Qin Jun has always had the Son of Heaven in my heart, my Qin people have fought bloodily for the Son of Heaven, and now I, Qin people, are still willing to die for the Son of Heaven!"

Speaking of this, the absurd words changed: "It's just that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and the doctor should also be clear about the current situation of the Qin State." ”

Fan Yu looked out the window and was silent.

Luoyang was originally the hub of the world, and the carriages and horses were running, like an endless stream, but now there are few cars and horses.

After a long time, Fan Yu sighed: "The bloody battle of the Qin people, the loyalty of the Qin Jun, how could the Son of Heaven forget, alas, ......"

At this time, the two looked at each other, they were silent, they had a lot of words in their hearts, and they couldn't say it in a choked voice, Qin and Zhou had the same origin, they all started in the west, and now they are also difficult brothers.

Whether it is Huang or Fan Yu, it is clear that the old Qin people have a special complex feeling for the Luoyang royal family.

More than 300 years ago, Rong Di invaded Haojing, and the old Qin people moved eastward and moved east to protect the king of Ping.

Subsequently, King Ping sealed Qin in the west, and Qin jumped from a small tribe to become a prince of the world.

After half an hour, Fan Yu broke the deadlock, and said towards the wilderness: "National teacher, if Zhou helps Qin, what can I get from Da Zhou?" ”

Huang put down the wine cup and looked solemn: "Three years later, all the goods will be returned ten times by my Qin State." At the same time, if the Zhou room is in danger, the Qin State will send troops to the king. ”

The conditions of the famine were very tempting, and Fan Yu said categorically: "The old man promised the national teacher that he would do his best to facilitate this matter." ”

"The old man immediately discussed with the Taishi Yan rate, and tomorrow the old man will accompany the national teacher to meet the Son of Heaven."

"Okay."

Nodding, Huang glanced at Fan Yu deeply, and chuckled: "Doctor, Huang has an extra, but also a private request, I don't know if it can be convenient?" ”

Hearing this, Fan Yu's half-up body returned to its original again, and he looked at the absurd in surprise and signaled: "National teacher, please say, as long as you can do your best, the old man will definitely do his best to help." ”

In Fan Yu's opinion, Huang Gui is the national teacher of the Qin State and the envoy of the Qin State, and this personal request is only difficult for the strong.

Therefore, he opened his mouth very cautiously, and did not dare to speak too much, lest he not be able to get off the stage.

"Haha, don't worry, it's not a difficult thing." Absurd was natural and explained to Fan Yu: "I have heard that the Zhou royal family has a rich collection of books, and I want to go in and have a look, I don't know if it's okay?" ”

Hearing this, Fan Yu frowned slightly, puzzled, and said, "Does the national teacher want to enter my Great Zhou's storage room?" ”

"Hmm."

nodded, and there was a hint of yearning on his face: "I heard that the Taoist patriarch once guarded the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the absurd heart yearns for it." ”

"To follow in the footsteps of the sages......"

The Tibetan room is extremely important for a country, and non-important ministers, or even non-royal families are not allowed to enter, even if it is Zhou Tianzi's loneliness, but the number of books in the storage room is the most in the world.

Many unique books that are not available to the people and other countries exist in the Tibetan room in Luoyang.

At this moment, looking at the pilgrimage-like light on the barren face, Fan Yu swallowed the words of refusal: "National teacher, this matter cannot be decided by the old man, and it needs to be decided by the Son of Heaven." ”

"The old man will tell the Son of Heaven your request, and as for whether the Son of Heaven will agree, I can't guarantee it."

"There's a doctor."

Huang got up and saluted Fan Yu, solemnly, and said, "Then I will wait for the good news of the doctor in the house, thank you." ”