Lü Buwei, Li Si, Han Fei, and Meng Tian, the attendant of Ying Xiaozheng who had no sense of existence, stood outside the carriage and eavesdropped with their ears pricked up.

Zhu Xiang changed Nezha's story and pressed it on Ying Xiaozheng.

Finally, when it came to the Dragon King's flooding of Qiantang Pass, when Ying Xiaozheng wanted to cut his flesh and bones and return his parents, Zhu Xiang felt a little unlucky, so he changed his words, Ying Xiaozheng's great-father and eldest father fell from the sky, suppressed the Dragon King, and then beat Ying Xiaozheng and his father, and breathed a good sigh of relief for Ying Xiaozheng.

"It turned out that Ying Xiaozheng's wise and martial uncle Zhu Xiang saw that the situation was wrong, so he hurriedly ran to the sky outside the sky, and invited Ying Ji, the great immortal of Fangwai who was cultivating in the Qing Dynasty, and Ying Zhu to save Ying Xiaozheng." Zhu Xiang said proudly.

Xue Ji first covered her mouth and smiled, but then she couldn't help it, and almost rolled off Zhu Xiang's lap with laughter.

Ying Xiaozheng also laughed so hard that her stomach hurt: "Uncle, the original story is definitely not like this, you must press other people's stories on me." ”

Xue Ji said: "Why did the sky outside the sky appear again?" You didn't say that before. ”

Zhu Xiang smiled: "Anyway, it's a story, you can make it up any way." ”

Xue Ji said: "Then you can't make up the back and forget the front." Lover, your "God List" is not good. ”

Zhu Xiang was helpless: "Okay, okay, I'll think about it carefully, and make up a story for you that I remember the previous one." ”

I really can't remember all the plot in the long story, Zhu Xiang thought about it, so he had to tell them a little story about Zhai.

This time, Xue Ji and Ying Xiaozheng were no longer picky, and they listened attentively.

When the carriage set off again, Ying Xiaozheng said that he would not leave, he was sick and sick, and he had to listen to the story.

Yukihime was so entangled by him that she had no choice but to agree.

Several people outside the carriage reluctantly returned to their carriages.

"I really want to keep listening."

"Actually, I think the previous story was more interesting."

"Only Changpingjun dares to arrange the prince like this."

"Yes, I'm afraid the prince will laugh with him when he is here."

Meng Tian was riding a horse outside. Lu Buwei, Li Si, and Han Fei sat in the same carriage, chatting and chatting, and they changed from talking about the content of the story to telling their envy for Zhu Xiang.

Especially Lu Buwei and Li Si, the tone was really sour.

It's good that they are just envious and sour, and they don't dare to be jealous. Han Fei rolled his eyes in his heart and said, "Zhu Xianggong is big and talented, and he deserves to be respected. If you are not convinced, you also make up stories to make Childe laugh. ”

Li Si was unconvinced: "You can make up stories?" ”

Han Fei straightened his chest: "I can't now!" So don't envy! ”

Lees: "...... I'm just envious, envious. ”

Han Fei straightened his chest: "Envy, it's better to study!" ”

Seeing that Li Si and Han Fei were about to quarrel, Lu Buwei hurriedly played a round: "Han Fei is right, instead of envy, it is better to take advantage of walking with Changpingjun and learn more from Changpingjun." ”

Han Fei said: "That's right! ”

Lees: "...... I didn't say I wouldn't study. ”

Han Fei patted Li Si on the shoulder and said, "Let's learn together." ”

Li Si was weak: "Good ......"

He really wanted to scold Han Fei, but he didn't dare to scold. Now that he is making trouble and being heard by Zhu Xianggong, will he mistakenly think that he is jealous of him and misbehaves?

Han Fei is really ...... Can't you talk to us, do you have to make a look of independence?

Li Si was secretly angry, and he didn't talk to Han Fei before going to bed at night.

When he was about to fall asleep, Han Fei opened the tent where Li Si lived, and handed a book to Li Si as if offering a treasure: "Come and study!" ”

Lis: "What? ”

Han Fei put the lantern up, opened the book with a simple villain pattern he had brought, and stammered to explain to Li Si.

Hearing Zhu Xiang's story today, Han Fei remembered that Xunzi had said that when Zhu Xiang enlightened Ying Xiaozheng, he wrote many interesting stories to guide Ying Xiaozheng to study. After Zhu Xiang arrived in Southern Qin, he also wrote a lot of stories about immortals to educate the common people.

Han Fei asked Zhu Xiang if he had any storybooks that had been written around him, but he didn't expect Zhu Xiang to really stuff all the stories he had written into a box and take them away.

Zhu Xiang carried these things with him, first, the luggage did not need to be carried by him, second, he wrote things too hard to lose, and third, he thought that these stories might be useful for educating the common people. Now that Han Fei asked, he picked a random copy and gave it to Han Fei to read.

Han Fei said seriously: "Zhu Xianggong said that this is called edutainment, edutainment. A book written by Zhu Xianggong, read it together! ”

"Okay." Li Si was in a complicated mood. Didn't Han Fei realize that he was angry? Or does he not care?

Li Si decided to hate Han Fei after reading this book.

……

With the story meeting on Zhu Xiang Road, Xue Ji's motion sickness improved a lot.

After getting on the boat, Yukihime was finally able to get up and walk.

She couldn't help sighing: "I have enjoyed wealth in Xianyang for many years, and my body is squeamish. In the past, when I went from Handan to Xianyang, I didn't feel uncomfortable this time. ”

Zhu Xiang said: "It's because we are not older than before. Look at how old Zheng'er is. ”

Yukihime nodded: "Yes." Zheng'er has grown up, and you and I are both old. ”

Zhu Xiang smiled: "We can't just stand, what kind of old are we?" We are still very young and can live for many years, more than enough to take care of Zheng'er's children. ”

Yukihime was helpless. The lover said that we were not older than before, and then said that we were still young, and everything was said by the lover.

Xue Ji ignored Zhu Xiang, who was talking nonsense, and took a fishing rod to accompany Ying Xiaozheng to fish.

Finally recovering and seeing the beautiful scenery that she couldn't see in Xianyang City, Xue Ji didn't want to stay in the cabin.

Seeing that Xue Ji had regained her vitality, Zhu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Before setting off, Yukihime had been worried that she was not used to riding a boat, but she didn't expect to feel unwell in a carriage.

Zhu Xiang said that "the age is not as good as before" is true. Xue Ji suffered too much when she was young, although she was raised in Xianyang with a lot of ruddy face, but the human body began to decline at the age of thirty, and Zhu Xiang was worried that Xue Ji would not be able to bear it.

Knowing earlier, he let Xue Ji stay in Xianyang.

But looking at Xue Ji's happy appearance now, even if she suffers a little sin on the road, she wants to go out with herself and Zheng'er.

Zhu Xiang shook his head, pondering how to eat fish today.

Zichu said that when he went south with the old King of Qin, he was going to vomit when he ate fish. He can't eat fish and vomit.

Zhu Xiang looked at the rapidly receding scenery on both sides of the Han River, and suddenly thought that when the old Qin King stood at the bow of the boat and looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers of Great Qin, he was in the same mood as himself.

He stood there for a long time, then went back to the cabin and took out the harp.

Xue Ji and Ying Xiaozheng were fishing at the stern of the boat, and Zhu Xiangpan sat on the bow of the boat, gently plucking the strings.

"The bandits are in trouble, and the bandits are in a bad car. Looking at the thoughtful way, the center is worried.

The wind is fluttering, and the cars are busy. Looking at the thoughtful, the center is hanging.

Who can make fish? Irrigation of the cauldron of water. Who will return to the West? Good news. ”

"Hinoki Wind, Bandit Wind", some people interpret it as the Huiguo Shi who was forced to move eastward and miss the Zhou Dynasty, but more people use his superficial meaning to only express the meaning of homesickness.

What Zhu Xiang sang is also literal.

He first used this poem to look back at the meaning of the West, remembering the old Qin King; Then "willing to cook fish" is borrowed from Zichu to say that the old Qin King had to eat fish, saying that he wanted to make fish for the old Qin King; Finally, I hope that someone can bring the news that everything is okay to the late old King Qin.

"What is Zhu Xianggong singing?" Lees asked in a whisper.

Han Fei said: "Miss Xianyang? ”

Lü Buwei said: "Maybe it just feels that this poem is very suitable for the present?" Maybe Changpingjun just took the meaning of 'cooking fish'. ”

Li Si and Han Fei both looked at Lu Buwei with speechless eyes, and they didn't want to talk to Lu Buwei.

Meng Tian said: "Maybe it's really possible. Didn't Chang Pingjun say that there were not so many profound meanings behind his actions? ”

Li Si and Han Fei were a little unsure.

Could it be that Zhu Xianggong really wants to sing this poem because he eats fish today?

Zhu Xiang's singing reached the stern of the boat, and Xue Ji held the fishing rod in one hand and her cheek in the other, listening to Zhu Xiang's low singing.

Ying Xiaozheng glanced back at the bow of the boat.

It's rare for my uncle to sing seriously, there is nostalgia and sadness in his singing, who did he think of?

Zhu Xiang was still singing, and the surging river beat him for him, making his low singing voice a little more high-spirited.

When the old King Qin stood at the bow of the boat, he should have been a little high-spirited.

Zhu Xiang put away the piano, the depression in his heart was swept away, and he happily prepared to cook the fish.

……

From the Han River to the Yangtze River, Xue Ji did not get seasick all the way, and Zhu Xiang completely put down the boulder in his heart.

Because of Ying Xiaozheng's "assassination", Zhu Xiang's battle to the south this time was a bit big.

The upper reaches of the Han River belong to Hanzhong County, and the county guards have the right to lead troops. Qin Wangzhu issued an edict that the county guard would send troops to escort Zhu Xiang to whichever county he went.

It was mighty, as if the King of Qin was out on patrol.

Before the Han River was finished, Mengwu's big ship was already waiting by the river.

Seeing Zhu Xiang, Meng Wu cried first.

He guarded the main road where the Han River and the Yangtze River converged, and could not return to Xianyang to see off the ancestors. After so much time, Meng Wu's original sadness had eased a lot, and when he saw Zhu Xiang coming from the north, he couldn't help but think of the ancestor and cried bitterly.

Meng Wu remembered the high-spirited appearance of King Qin Zhaoxiang when he went south, and he couldn't have imagined that this parting was actually a farewell.

Zhu Xiang re-walked the road that King Qin Zhaoxiang had walked in the last stage of his life, and he was originally a little melancholy. Hearing Meng Wu crying bitterly, he couldn't help but cry along.

Ying Xiaozheng originally thought that he wouldn't cry.

Although he grieved for a while before King Qin Zhaoxiang's death, his relationship with Zeng's father was not very deep, and he was also tested by Zeng's father.

It can be seen that his uncle and Meng Wu are hugging and crying, and he has a sour nose for some reason, and the kind appearance of his great-grandfather before his death comes to his mind.

Ying Xiaozheng wrinkled his nose, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head away from looking at Zhu Xiang and Meng Wu.

The two cried for a long time, and after bowing and bowing to the north, they stopped crying.

They showed their true feelings so much that everyone on the boat was a little embarrassed.

At this time, they should show the same sad and nostalgic look. But they didn't expect this scene, so they weren't mentally prepared, and they didn't prepare a handkerchief stained with ginger and garlic, so they could only wrinkle their faces and pretend to miss it. That look, not to mention how awkward it is.