When the four fingers of Guiguzi's left hand stopped, from a quick, orderly pinch.

The old coachman's eyes widened, his decayed body accumulated strength, and he was ready to pounce on it to stop Ying Cheng, and at the same time, Yue Nu opened his mouth to scold.

Guiguzi's left hand slapped the old coachman's brainstem, and the old coachman, who had no defense against the teacher, turned black in front of him. His body was weak, and he was caught by Guiguzi in his hands.

Ying Chengcheng witnessed this scene and smiled lightly:

"With the temperament of the prince, he will not care about the life or death of a coachman. Stop the coachman from working hard for you, it seems that the prince has calculated the auspiciousness. ”

Guiguzi smiled bitterly.

"It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad, what matters is what the king thinks. The old man's life and death are not in the hands of heaven, but in the hands of the king. Changjun can make the auspicious become fierce, and the fierce can also be turned into auspicious. ”

Ying Chengcheng laughed, patted Guiguzi on the shoulder and said I'm not that kind of person, it's too vertical to do that, hahaha.

The goddess on the side was cold, and she was very familiar with Guiguzi's situation at this moment. When she first met Ying Chengcheng, she was teased like this.

She knew that Ying Chengzi had a rebellious mentality, and she didn't feel that Guiguzi's worries were groundless. thinks that his husband's question is not auspicious, just to come in reverse, to prove that the sky is wrong.

"Wang Gongzhen is not going to tell me whether it is evil or auspicious?"

"The old man didn't know how to tell the king that it was murderous and auspicious. said auspicious, afraid that the king's words were not accurate, and he died in Huangquan. said that it was fierce, and I was afraid that the king's words were accurate, and his fate fell on the spot. Does the gentleman want the old man to say that he is fierce, or is it auspicious? ”

"Behold, thou hast tempted me again."

Ying Chengcheng took the old coachman from Guiguzi's hands and hugged it horizontally on the road made of wood in the long pavilion, and Guiguzi was very cooperative throughout the whole process.

Ying Chengcheng leaned on the railing on the side of the road without a trace of dampness with one hand, looking at the setting sun in the distance.

"Why did the prince leave? I've been chasing all here, but I'll be honest. ”

“…… If the old man doesn't leave, the king will never stand up. What the future looks like, only the king himself knows. This is something that only the king can do. ”

"The prince can't see me being lazy......"

[The husband is indeed too lazy......]

Vietnamese empathy.

The choice, practice, and explanation of Guiguzi are very understanding, and she, the person next to her, is a little unaccustomed to seeing Yingcheng fishing.

When he was still in Chang'an Junfu, Guiguzi blindly wanted to let Ying Chengcheng ascend to the throne, and he was not used to Ying Chengcheng's salted fish style.

When he arrived in Handi, Ying Chengcheng threw all official duties to Guiguzi, and continued to swim as a salted fish. Guiguzi has not only wanted to win into a pro-government more than once, and there has not been a time when he has not been shirked.

knew what Guiguzi was doing in Chang'an Junfu from Ying Cheng's mouth, and saw Guiguzi working late at night more than once in Handi.

Guiguzi escaped, in the heart of Yue Nu, it is really normal. And the reason for fleeing is to let Ying Cheng Cheng pro-government, which is also very reasonable.

Ying Cheng Cheng looked at Guiguzi on the side.

"I'll just say, the prince first said in the letter that he thought I would not succeed if I went against the sky, so he left me. Later, he said that he was going to fight with heaven and earth, so he left me. The preface believes in the sky, the back words go against the sky, the preface does not match the back and the words contradict themselves, I think there must be something strange in this. It turned out that I wanted to be self-reliant, which makes sense, the prince is really my humerus. ”

"The gentleman made fun of the old man again, with the wisdom of the gentleman, he should have thought of this layer of ears a long time ago."

"I'm not as smart as a prince."

Ying Cheng laughed, I don't know if the object of laughter is Guiguzi or himself, carrying his hands behind his back.

"I asked the prince if there was a heaven in this world, and the prince believed in it, and if he didn't believe it, he didn't. There was no positive answer. Today I want to ask again, Prince, is there a heaven in this world? ”

Ying Cheng Chan is very serious, and the more serious Ying Cheng Chan is, the more confused Guiguzi becomes.

He summoned rain in front of Ying Cheng, and he counted the heavy pupils, and he didn't hide it from Ying Chengcheng in his left-handed divination just now. If he didn't believe in heaven, he wouldn't have done these things.

[He clearly knows that I believe in heaven, how can he ask such a superfluous question?] ]

It's normal for stupid people to ask this kind of question, but in Guiguzi's eyes, although Ying Chengcheng is sometimes naïve, it is definitely not related to stupidity.

He knew that Ying Chengcheng had a deep meaning, but he didn't know what this deep meaning was, which was beyond his expectations. It's like he concluded that Ying Cheng Chan would not catch up, but Ying Cheng Chan was waiting for him in front of him.

"Yes."

Guiguzi continued Yingcheng's words, and his mind was only in a moment.

"Very good, Cheng Chan still wants to know, has the prince really lived for hundreds of years?"

Ying Cheng raised his finger to the sky.

"This question, please swear to the sky."

Guiguzi's heart immediately sank, and his right hand raised three fingers.

"The old man swears to the sky that his life today is three hundred and twenty-eight."

This question doesn't matter much to Guiguzi, what makes Guiguzi's heart sink is that he thinks that Ying Chengzi will make him swear to the sky in every next question, and he can only tell the truth.

He can deceive people, but he can't deceive the sky.

[That's true!] ]

Ying Chengcheng was shocked in his heart.

The three hundred and twenty-eight-year-old Guiguzi has white hair and a pale face, and he only looks like he is seventy or eighty, and he does not look like he is three hundred and twenty years old at all.

Moreover, compared with the real seventy or eighty old people, Guiguzi, who has not lost his teeth, is athletic, and moves freely, is much stronger in terms of physical fitness.

Ying Chengzi looked at Guiguzi like a monster for a while, and Guiguzi was even more confused in his heart. I don't know if Ying Chengcheng was surprised by telling him the truth, or if he was surprised by his age.

In this era when Peng Zushou was recorded for 800 years, and those who knew did not have much doubt, Guiguzi did not understand why Ying Chengcheng cared so much about his 320 years of life.

But these are not important, Guiguzi quickly put these factions behind him, and was 120,000 careful about Ying Chengcheng's next questions, thinking about how to save his life if he didn't swear to deal with it.

However.

"After the heavy rain, the roads are muddy and there are no ruts, and although the road is an ox cart, the prince is not comfortable."

Didn't hear the fatal question, Guiguzi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

[This is saying that the old man ran away, so the road was not smooth.] ]

"If you are not under the command of the king, without the king's care, everything will not go well for the old man."

"Alas, the prince misunderstood me, I just felt it."

Ying Chengzhi didn't wait for Guiguzi to respond, walked out of the long pavilion and came to the ox cart, and touched the horns of the big green cow.

Da Qingniu was too lazy to take care of Yingcheng, flicking his tail to drive away the non-existent mosquitoes and flies, and Guiguzi felt very self-conscious at this time to follow Yingchengcheng to the car.

Ying Cheng glanced at the wheel of the ox cart.

"The imperial brother has ordered that the cars be on the same track, and the distance between the wheels will be fixed in the future. I am afraid that the prince will not be able to sit in this car in the future, and he will have to change to a car that meets the standards of the Qin State. At that time, the ruts of the official roads were the same, and all the cars in the world followed the same ruts. Even after a rainstorm, the road is not so difficult. ”

Ying Chengcheng glanced at the potholes again, and the ruts were all over the official road.

When the moisture in the mud disappears completely, the dried soil hardens, and the wheels do not sink directly, but creak, then it is really difficult to walk.

"When the road is completed, the next thing to build is the official road, and no matter how heavy the rain is, the road will be as smooth as ever."

The Qin Dynasty did not have a truck of more than ten tons, and the heaviest vehicle was a chariot that was no more than 100 catties, and the cement was enough to withstand the pressure and not be broken.

Guiguzi nodded, knowing that Ying Chengzi had developed cement, he had no doubts about it. Compared with the official road made of solidified concrete, there is a difference between the cloud and mud made of loess.

"Don't be too nervous, I don't have any other intentions here, but I just don't want to say goodbye to the prince so simply. After all, this farewell, the next time we meet, it may be the prince standing in front of my grave. ”

Guiguzi raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent sweat on his face, and said honestly:

"The king joked, Zen is by no means an enemy of the king."

"Ha, I mean you live a long time, I guess you're still the same when I die. It's not that I'm dying because of you, don't think about it. ”

Guiguzi nodded, looking like he was palpitating.

Ying Chengcheng took Guiguzi to the edge of the long pavilion and patted the long pavilion pillar that was not contaminated with the slightest moisture.

"Life and death must always have some sense of ritual. In order to practice for the prince, I hurried to build a long pavilion here. ”

“……”

After living for three hundred and twenty-eight years, Guiguzi, who sent away many relatives, close friends, and disciples, did not have so much sentimentality, and directly turned a deaf ear to Ying Cheng's previous sentence.

And Ying Chengcheng's last sentence made him a little speechless, and he realized that this long pavilion was wrong.

The geese have left a voice, and the people have left traces.

It rained so hard last night, and the pavilion went up and down, but there was no wet mark inside and out, as if it didn't stand here last night.

Now that I heard Ying Chengcheng say this, I realized that this long pavilion had not been built last night.

Ying Cheng leaned against the long pavilion, asking Guiguzi to look at the muddy, the official road that has been there since the Zhou Dynasty, pointed to the extremely lush growth on both sides of the official road, to the height of people's calves, endless weeds, and whispered:

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

"The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain."

Simple words, describing simple scenes, bring Guiguzi a simple feeling, bleak.

He thought he didn't care much about emotions for a long time, but he had a trace of sadness that was almost nothing.

"Poetry is a small way, don't indulge in it......"

"The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of the acquaintances.

"A pot of turbid wine is all over the place, don't dream cold tonight."

Last night it was pouring rain, and Guiguzi walked in the rain.

Although he wore a lily coat and an oil-paper umbrella, he was still wet and cold.

Ying Cheng Wen wine thought that it was cold, and Guiguzi drank three pots, but still felt unwell. I wanted to leave immediately, but it was too unbearable, and I soaked in hot water in a wooden barrel for a long time to ward off the cold.

Even now, Guiguzi still feels a dull pain in his leg joints.

Guiguzi empathized with the second sentence, as for the first sentence......

In the first hundred years of the three hundred and twenty hundred years, Guiguzi can be said to have friends all over the world, and there are friends at the ends of the earth - Wen Zhong, Fan Li, Shang Ying, Corpse Jiao, Mo Zhai, Zhuang Zhou and so on.

And now, those people are gone.

Guiguzi actually wants to know that the friendship is scattered, even if he lives at the end of the world, he can go to the cape.

"Due to the time limit of willow brushing, I can't do it, and I can't plant so many willow trees. I don't know how to play the flute, and I don't want to learn it, and I'll just pass. But I have a lot of wine. ”

Ying Chengcheng took out a wine bottle from his arms, shook it at Guiguzi, and threw it over.

Guiguzi took it in the palm of his hand, pulled out the wine stopper, and poured it with a sip.

Sweet, very sweet, but the wine is also very strong, and it is a wine that Guiguzi has never drunk.

His facial expression could be controlled without changing, but his face was uncontrollable, and the color of blood quickly surged.

"The hearts of the people are together, and the king is wise."

"I haven't finished reading it yet, I want to praise it for a while."

The remnant sun set, and the sun no longer shone on the pavilion.

"Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

"Ask you when you are going, and don't linger when you come.

"The end of the sky, the corner of the sea, half of the acquaintances.

"Life is rare to get together, only parting more."

Guiguzi took a small sip of wine, and when he saw that Ying Chengcheng no longer continued to read, he wondered:

"Why didn't you read it?"

Most of the Qin Dynasty's words are four words and one sentence, such as a fair lady and a gentleman. But the length is very long, and the poems included in the Book of Songs in the Five Classics of Confucianism are all of this type.

Win into a stumbling stall.

"I'm done."

Guiguzi nodded knowingly.

"Isn't this your king's doing?"

"Of course not."

"Poetry is a small way, don't invest too much."

"No."

Guiguzi drank wine and walked outside the pavilion to look at the newly built pavilion.

That is, the king can do this, and set up a long pavilion for chanting a poem. What is the difference between the king's move and the king who wants to drink and dig a pool to pour wine, and wants to eat meat and hang meat on a forest branch? ”

Ying Chengcheng smiled:

"The difference is that the wine pond meat forest is only enjoyed by the king alone, and the long pavilion I built can allow me to chant poetry today, and the traveler can sit down and rest in the future. In addition, it is a vicious slander given by the Zhou people, and the wine pond meat forest is also made up, which should be called Di Xin.

According to the "History of Qin", it was to expand the territory, abolish slavery, and abolish human sacrifice, which touched the interests of many princes. Although he worked hard and was eloquent, the princes still wanted to rebel, and they were stolen by Ji Fa on the way to conquer Dongyi.

"If you look at it this way, what I did is not much different from him, and maybe our end will be the same."

Guiguzi Road:

"The ancestors of the Ying clan of the Qin State were evil, and they were the ministers of the humerus during the period of the King of Xu, and the King of Wu suffered a lot of resistance from evil. Therefore, King Wu of Zhou destroyed Shang and shot evil to vent his anger, so "History of Qin" spoke to King Xu, "

"The prince wants to discuss the truth of history with me?"

"The truth of history is not important, it is important to see who writes it. Just like today, the king is Chang'anjun, so he can build a long pavilion, chant poems, and send wine for parting. ”

"That's right."

Ying Chengzi smiled, turned his head, and looked at the sunset, not letting Guiguzi see the look in his eyes.

"Most partings are ordinary, how can they be vigorous."

Three days before the crossing, Ying Chengcheng went to his mother's house to get his mother's own wine, which was Ying Chengchan's favorite wine when he was a child, sweet wine with a lot of rock sugar.

I didn't stay at my mother's house for a minute, I got my hands and left, and I told my mother who chased out and told me to put the wine in the refrigerator for better taste and said don't brew it for me next time, I don't want to eat it myself, I'm very busy.

The bottle of wine was casually put in the car by him, and he didn't even take it home.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm reluctant to give you up."

Ying Chengcheng took out a pot of wine from his arms and took a sip, although it was very sweet, it was not the sweetness of grapes.

"I just want to drink, the Qin Dynasty is really poor, and I don't even have grapes."

(End of chapter)