Zhao Sichen didn't delay, took a sip of tea, went straight to the point, and said, "The Great Compassion Temple agreed." ”

"Really?" Yun Bi exclaimed in surprise and asked, "How did you agree?" ”

The Great Compassion Temple is a royal temple, and there are countless people who come to invite the monks of the Great Compassion Temple to do things on weekdays.

Among them, there are many dignitaries and nobles in Daqing City.

Not to mention that the time is set for the Midyear Festival.

Midyear Festival should be the busiest time for the Great Compassion Temple.

Therefore, although the three members of the Zhao family were full of expectations, they did not have much hope of success.

Zhao Sichen said: "Yes, the Great Compassion Temple is very busy during the Midyear Festival.

Fortunately, with the recommendation of the three princes, the old host of the Great Compassion Temple was very refreshing, and without the slightest shirk, he immediately agreed to the request to do things.

The old abbot said that except for the monks who had to stay at the temple that day, all the other monks would participate in the ceremony. ”

Yun Bi, Guo Anyang and Zhao Zhufei were all very concerned and listened attentively.

Hearing that the chief presiding officer of the Great Compassion Temple agreed to do the work, they were all overjoyed.

Yun Bi couldn't bear it at first, and asked anxiously, "How many monks will there be?" Is it done in the Great Compassion Temple? ”

Zhao Sichen soothed: "Sister Yunbi, don't worry. The old abbot had already commanded it. A specific location and layout plan will then be given. ”

Yun Bi nodded, with tears in her eyes, clasped her hands together, and muttered a few words "Amitabha".

Guo Anyang is an old fox, and he suddenly asked the point: "The sesame oil money of the Great Compassion Temple?" ”

Zhao Sichen said: "I promised 10,000 taels of silver for sesame oil first, and then I will discuss in detail with the old abbot." Our Zhao family, naturally, will not be stingy and treat all the hard-working masters. ”

Guo Anyang's face is not very good-looking.

I think that at the beginning, when he left Pushan County, Guo Anyang personally asked Zhao Sichen for dozens of taels of silver for the sake of his protégé's studies, and Zhao Sichen was very unhappy.

When I arrived in Daqing City, I saw Zhao Sichen buying a house, repairing a house, opening a restaurant, and hiring a helper.

I saw that the money in Zhao Sichen's hand was spent like flowing water.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Sichen's accumulated wealth was already so rich.

It's just that...

A great ritual in the royal temple can not pick the rope.

Guo Anyang was a little aggrieved.

If he is still the son of the country and the sacrificial wine, the contemporary Confucianism of Zhao State-

Although he doesn't have much money, his influence is not small.

Raising his arms and shouting, if he wants to raise a large sum of silver taels, it should be a casual thing.

It's like now, for a little yellow and white blockage, you have to think about it.

Yun Bi here, when she heard Zhao Sichen talking about sesame oil money, she hurriedly said: Miss, I have brought back the account book from the time I left the dining house and put it in your room.

In addition, the business income during this period has been exchanged for tickets of one hundred taels or one thousand taels, and they have been collected for you. ”

Zhao Sichen accepted it unceremoniously: "During this time, it will be hard Sister Yunbi." ”

After speaking, Zhao Sichen said to Zhao Zhufei again: "I have asked the old host to have a list of refugees who died in the war between Wu and Zhao a few years ago, and I need to chant in front of the Buddha for three days, and ask Uncle Zhao to write the names of the soldiers silently, seal them, and then hand them over to me to send to the Great Compassion Temple." ”

Zhao Zhufei nodded heavily.

Zhao Sichen felt a little guilty: "Now I can't tell the world openly, it's for the sake of my Zhao country's soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country..."

Zhao Zhu stood up and hugged his fists: "The princess has tried her best, and Zhao has thanked the princess for Zhao Jiajun." ”

Zhao Sichen hurriedly got up and saluted: "The soldiers of Zhao State died to protect the country, and the Zhao royal family is grateful." ”

Zhao Zhufei said: "I'll write the list now!" ”

With that, he turned and strode out of the antechamber, across the courtyard, and towards the porter.

Zhao Sichen looked at Zhao Zhufei's heavy back and sighed.

For so many years, the little general insisted on wearing a ragged shirt, living frugally, living in a little place in the gatehouse, and rarely showing his happy face.

Did he repent day and night, and did not die with the Zhao family army back then.

It's just that he was entrusted by King Zhao, and in order to protect Yufeng, he secretly survived...

Zhao Sichen turned his head and said to Guo Anyang: "You didn't give him an explanation?" ”

Guo Anyang sighed and said: "When the country was destroyed, how tragic the battle was. We don't dare to think about it, not to mention that General Zhao Xiao is a person who has experienced the battlefield...

Countless brothers have died in battle, but he must steal his life......"

Guo Anyang choked in his throat and couldn't say any more.

Yun Bi was on the side, picked up the handkerchief, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes Guo Anyang paused, and then said: "General Zhao Xiao has been loyal and good for generations, and since his grandfather's generation, he has followed Taizu to conquer the north and south, and has become the founder of Zhao State..."

The deeds of General Zhao's Mansion were known even to six-year-old children in Zhao State back then.

Zhao Zhufei's grandfather, General Zhao, was a good brother of Taizu when he was in the market.

The two are fellow villagers, and I heard that there are some relatives with the same surname.

Later, Taizu rebelled, gathered the heroes of the world, and founded the Zhao State.

The old general Zhao also became the first general of the Zhao State.

Since then, General Zhao's Mansion has been a military general for generations.

At the beginning of the founding of the country, they followed Taizu to conquer the north and south.

Later, the world was peaceful, and the children of General Zhao's Mansion guarded the frontier for generations.

It's just that the road of military generals is not easy to walk.

Countless sons and daughters of General Zhao's Mansion went forward one after another and died on the road to defending the country.

The royal family of Zhao was heartbroken and took the surname of the Zhao army and called it the Zhao family.

It also has the meaning of sharing the world with General Zhao's mansion.

When he arrived at Zhao Zhufei, he had been mixing in the barracks since he wore open crotch pants, and at the age of 10, he had already put on armor to kill the enemy.

It's just that in Zhao Zhufei's generation, only Zhao Zhufei is left in General Zhao's mansion.

Zhao Zhufei's father guarded the border for ten years, and the old general Zhao had only one single seedling, so he transferred Zhao Zhufei away from the frontier and transferred him to Da Nei as the head of the guard.

Who knew that the Zhao family was destroyed, and thousands of good men in the Zhao family army were all killed......

Yes!

No one surrendered to the enemy, and the Zhao family army fought until the last man died......

For as long as he can remember, Zhao Zhufei taught his uncles and brothers who played with him, and all of them died in battle.

The barracks he grew up in and the environment he was familiar with were ruined.

Yun Bi said softly: "General Zhao Xiao returned to Beijing from the frontier at the age of sixteen, attracting countless onlookers in Beijing.

When I first saw General Zhao, he was handsome and chic, and his martial arts were excellent, and the girls in the entire capital secretly admired him.

It took him three full hours to walk from the gates to the palace.

Countless flower handkerchiefs are still on his body.

Entering the palace, General Zhao Xiao was covered in the smell of rouge powder, and the queen almost misunderstood General Zhao Xiao's misbehavior..."

Yun Bi recalled with tears in her eyes, and when she said this, she couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Sichen sighed again.

Now, on Zhao Zhufei's body, how can he still see the arrogance and grace of General Zhao Xiao's youth.

The names of those fallen in battle hovered in his heart day and night.

Now put pen to paper, so that the soldiers who died on the battlefield have a place to go......

Zhao Sichen did this ceremony, most of the reason was for Zhao Zhufei.

Yun Bi laughed halfway through, and talked about the day when the country broke and the city was destroyed, "The queen asked General Zhao Xiao to escape from Zhao Country with Yu Feng and me, and General Zhao Xiao entrusted me for the queen..."

Speaking of this, Yun Bi choked in her throat and couldn't continue.

Zhao Sichen's face was also heavy.

The face that was always smiling in the past is no longer smiling now.

She was preoccupied and looked out the door.

At the beginning of twilight, lanterns were lit in the middle of the courtyard, illuminating the small courtyard as if it were day.

And in the small gatehouse next to the gate of Zhao's house, there is an oil lamp the size of a bean lamp.

The light, faint and meager and trembling, was like an old man in his last years, as if he would be extinguished if he was not careful.

Zhao Sichen remembered how many times she had entered Zhao Zhufei's room before-

Zhao Zhufei always sat at the table by himself, silently wiping the short knife in his hand.

Sometimes, Zhao Zhufei can even sit at the table by himself for a night.

Zhao Sichen seemed to be able to imagine the current Zhao Zhufei, his tall figure crowded into a narrow small room, lifting a brush, drawing one stroke at a time, and writing the names of the soldiers who died in battle on the cowhide.

……

……

The next morning, Zhao Sichen had breakfast early and was about to go out.

She was going to take a look at the two shops on West Street today.

It is estimated that the two shops should also be able to be loaded and opened.

As soon as Zhao Sichen walked to the door, the porter squeaked and opened the door.

Zhao Zhufei stood at the door and stopped Zhao Sichen: "Wait a minute, I have something for you." ”

Zhao Zhufei turned around, took out a pile of brown paper wrapped in oilcloth from the small gatehouse, and handed it to Zhao Sichen.

Zhao Sichen flipped it over slightly, and there were dense small letters, writing one name after another.

Neat.

At least a few thousand names.

Zhao Sichen was a little surprised: "It was written in one day?" ”

Zhao Zhufei was obviously in a bad mood and didn't want to speak.

He nodded silently, turned and walked out the door.

Zhao Sichen solemnly wrapped the parchment, called Qingzhu, and told him to put the parchment away.

After giving the order to celebrate, Zhao Sichen looked up at Zhao Zhufei's back.

Zhao Zhufei's back was slightly rickety, and half of the hair on his head was gray.

Zhao Sichen sighed secretly in his heart.

Zhao Zhufei is only thirty, but he is already half a hair, as if he is nearly half a hundred years old.

The former General Zhao Xiao was full of martial arts and ambitions.

Now, in a small house in a foreign capital, he is an inconspicuous groom.

It looks solid and sad.

Fortunately, Zhao Yufeng walked out of the hall.

Like a little adult, he carried a small bookcase tailored for him, said goodbye to Zhao Sichen in a milky voice, and cared about Zhao Zhufei: Uncle Zhao slept well yesterday? ”

Zhao Yufeng is sensible and cute, slightly comforting.

The dark clouds on Zhao Zhufei's face dissipated a little, the corners of his mouth were barely curled, he stretched out his big hand and touched the top of Zhao Yufeng's head, and said: I'm fine. ”

He also said, "When you enter the school today, you must study hard, and don't let down the opportunity that your sister has opened for you to study." ”

Zhao Yufeng nodded, with a resolute look on his face that was rare for children: "Yufeng knows." ”

Two people, one tall and one short, held small hands, and walked hand in hand towards the carriage.