"Two bandits, as expected, will only act in embarrassment. ”

The little dragon girl listened to all this conversation, and felt a little annoyed, and even more worried about the three Xiao mother and daughter who left.

Although it was only a few days, she felt the existence of family affection in this family, and immediately left the road incognito to inquire about the movement of Dingjun Mountain, and immediately carried light skills, but it was only an hour to come to the tomb of Marquis Wu of Dingjun Mountain.

But in front of him, the ancestral hall of the tomb of Wuhou is leaning against Bifeng Mountain, facing the Central Plains in the north, just like Zhuge Kongming's last wish of "reviving the Han dynasty and returning to the old capital", unswerving. On the southwest side, a peak swallows and breathes, even the peaks are horizontal, the wall stands like a screen, it is the Dingjun Mountain, it is like a shield, always guarding the entire Shuzhong generation. On the northwest side, there are more mountains vertical and horizontal, tall and majestic, or leaping straight out, or twisting and turning, just like the brave and elite, waiting to go out of the mountain to reorganize the mountains and rivers.

The majestic momentum is majestic and majestic, which really makes people's hearts surge.

In the distance, Xiao Yue complained a little: "Hmph! I didn't expect you to come with you when you heard this." You're really shameless. As he spoke, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, obviously his heart was different.

"Why don't you come? You must know that I am a brainless fan of Zhuge Kongming, why can't I come?"

The little dragon girl snorted lightly, her eyes burning at the statue standing in the center of the tomb of Marquis Wu, and she felt excited in her heart.

Lupine scarf, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, even though it is just a stone statue, but Zhuge Kongming in front of him is melancholy, looking at the northern land, no matter the current affairs, how many ups and downs, in this endless lamentation, turned into dust.

Mrs. Xiao smiled slightly and replied: "It's a pity that the Qingming Festival has passed, otherwise you will be able to see more excitement." With that, he led the three children to a grass hut next to him, bowed down and said, "Senior Sun, I'm in the way today, can I stay here for a few days?"

With her status as a state governor, she still bowed, and it was obvious that there was a master living in this grass house.

However, the grandson did not appear, and suddenly a bunch of keys were thrown out and fell at the feet of several people: "This is the key to the side hall, you can choose a few to live for the time being." It's just that at midnight and when the moon is bright, you can't leave the temple without permission!

Mrs. Xiao bent down and thanked, "The little girl naturally knows. Then he took the key and walked into the side hall.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came out, revealing sadness in the recklessness.

"Zhongda received the country, and George came to close the camp. When you look at this situation, how can you distinguish my Kongming. The eight formations have the power of heaven, and there is no line left for thousands of miles. But when the water goes, the thief's potential can not be disputed. The bento cuts off the wolf's head, and the three assistants are flat. After years of service, he sat alone on the grain transport. So Wuzhang Plain, the garrison is miscellaneous farming. Carry the first summer of Wei, and look forward to the rise of the autumn valley. The clouds and the west wind are coming, and suddenly the big stars have fallen. The pain of eternal merit is lost, the flame spirit is lost, and the king road is finally hazelnut. The three horses are unrestrained, and the heroes are so long. The public science is less Xu died, why did this disaster come about. Heaven determines who will be in charge, and the changes are frightening. Qiao Mu Dingjun Mountain, empty after the name, the world is reckless, whimpering ambitions. Lang Yong Shaoling poems, He Zhu Chen Shou commented. ”

Turning high-pitched, several birds in the sky suddenly fell down, but immediately returned to tranquility, as if what they had heard before was only an illusion.

"Who's that old man?"

Listening to the poem, the little dragon girl was puzzled.

From that poem alone, she could hear that this person's strength was extraordinary, even better than her master Huiming Zhenren, even compared to Yang Lian Zhenjia.

Mrs. Xiao shook her head and sighed for this person's situation, and felt a little peaceful in her heart: "I don't know." I just heard from my husband that the man was belittled because of his unsuccessful career, so he lived in seclusion here. As for what it is, he doesn't say that we don't know. ”

Xiao Yue was puzzled, and asked again: "Then why doesn't he live in the side hall." Instead, they live in a meadow?"

"Ha! It's not like emulating the sages and trying to play with the thatched house. It's a pity that the ability is too poor, and others don't pay attention to it at all. The little dragon girl said with a grin.

"Hmph!" was like a thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, a crutch suddenly shot out. Xiaolongnu didn't expect this, she was directly hit in the knee, fell to her knees with a sigh, looked at the grass house and couldn't help scolding: "Damn old man, what kind of tricks are you behind the scenes?

Even if she couldn't dodge the other party's attack, with her eyesight, she could see that it was the old man Sun in the grass house who attacked her.

"Wu Hou must not be presumptuous in front of him. You little doll, if you don't teach, why don't I have no one?"

A thin voice came out, but the crutch moved in response, and jumped up directly to hit the little dragon girl's mouth a few times. However, the little dragon girl had already taken precautions, and her figure jumped away immediately, far away from the grass house, looking at the crutch that only shook in the air a few times before re-entering the grass house, and couldn't help laughing: "It's a pity that you can't get home, and you can't hurt your aunt and grandmother at all." ”

Still, she was wary.

Control things in the air, do whatever you want, this person really has some skills, even if he is trapped in the grass house for some reason, but this ability to protect the tomb of Wuhou is naturally not a problem. As for that Yang Lian Zhenjia, I am afraid that when it comes to strength, he may not be this person's opponent.

It's a pity that no matter how provocative she is, the grass house is unusually silent, obviously not wanting to deal with it.

"Alas. You're still too naughty, kid. Mrs. Xiao shook her head and smiled, looking at the little dragon girl running around in the distance, unconsciously revealing a hint of pampering.

Back then, she hurt her body because she gave birth to Xiao Yue and Xiao Xing, the twins, so she could not inherit the clan when she was pregnant and gave birth to children in the future.

It's a pity that this little dragon girl is a female doll!

The little dragon girl didn't pay attention to her feelings, and walked around in this Wuhou Temple, like a primary school student outing, visiting everything here.

When a few people turned the beam of the bookcase, they saw that the front suddenly opened up, and in a small stream like a jade belt, a bubbling stream meandered through in front of the inner mountain gate, adding a bit of seclusion and mystery to the entire Wuhou Temple.

And Xiao Yue and Xiao Xing saw two murals painted on both sides of the mountain gate, and unconsciously asked, "Mother, what is that?"

Mrs. Xiao introduced: "This one is about 'three visits to the thatched house', describing Liu Bei's second visit to Longzhong to ask Zhuge Liang to come out of the mountain in order to make a comeback. You see that the one with wide ears in this picture is Liu Bei, the one who does the anger style is Zhang Fei, and the one with a rebellious face is Guan Yu. And what they are asking for is Zhuge Liang. As for the other painting, it is 'Falling Stars'. Do you think about this person you saw and the stone statue before you? He is Zhuge Liang. At this time, he was informing Jiang Wei, Yang Yi and others of his last words. ”

The little dragon girl also looked at it for a while, and unconsciously recited a poem: "Three visits to the world frequently, two dynasties to help the hearts of the old ministers." He died before he left the school, which made the hero cry. It's a pity that the general trend of Shu Han has gone, and no one can change the world. Although Wuhou was holy in his life, he couldn't help but be too cautious, so that he could only be in a corner of peace. ”

"In my early years, I knew that the world was difficult, and the north of the Central Plains was like a mountain. The building boat crosses the snow melon island at night, and the iron horse is scattered in the autumn wind. Plugging the Great Wall into the emptiness, the decay of the temples in the mirror has been spotted! 'Out of the teacher' is a real name in the world, who can be worthy of the middle of the world for a thousand years! The husband used to recite this poem often, but now he is really a little sad to see it. It's just that you don't seem to care about this, but I don't know what if you are him?" Mrs. Xiao was a little surprised, Yu Xiaolongnu looked at it a lot.

A girl like this, what she has met in her life is really rare, and it is the opposite of the lady who can only dress up and care.

"It's hard! it's hard! it's really hard!" the little dragon girl wrinkled her little face, but she still sighed after all.

She has also read history books, so she naturally knows that with the situation of Shu Han at that time, it was a fluke to be able to gain a foothold in Kyushu, let alone compete for the world. That Zhuge Liang was able to overwhelm the Wei State in a corner of the country, so that the Three Kingdoms were established, such a means was definitely beyond the reach of extraordinary people, let alone her, a nine-year-old child.

Mrs. Xiao smiled: "Unexpectedly, you also have a time to admit defeat?"

"No, I didn't throw in the towel. Xiaolongnu immediately argued: "It's just that if I am like him, then I will never let myself fall into a disadvantage." Completely forcing the other party into a Jedi with a dignified way, that's what I like. Being as constrained as he is, and not being able to show his talents to the fullest is not what I like after all. Speaking of which, isn't it that Liu Bei can't help but be angry? He has to lightly launch hundreds of thousands of troops to attack Wu and bury all the essence of Shuzhong for decades. ”

Thinking of these, she couldn't help but sigh: "That Zhuge Liang is naturally a talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes, but it's a pity that he is not human." was so restrained by this Liu Bei that it was difficult to show his talents. Looking at the stone statue, the little dragon girl didn't feel helpless, thinking about the upcoming Mongolian army, and the little face that was originally smiling was also rarely a little bitter.

For some reason, Mrs. Xiao suddenly felt that the little girl in front of her was by no means different from others, and couldn't help asking: "You are talking about this, do you want to be the prime minister in the future?" Thinking of this, she smiled bitterly again: "It's a pity that we women have always been helpless, and we can only rely on men to make things happen." You don't think it's possible in this life. ”

"Prime Minister? If you want to do it, you might as well be the emperor!" Pouting, the little dragon girl said, her eyes flickering with a bit of rebelliousness.

Xiao Yue next to her laughed: "Emperor? You are not a true dragon emperor, what kind of emperor can you be? Moreover, you are a woman, and you have said that you will not marry." In that case, tell me how you are going to make a prince, and can you make a woman have children?"

"It is impossible for a woman to have children. But when I become emperor, I will definitely make you two concubines. The little dragon girl immediately stretched out her hand, touched the face with lightning speed, and immediately smiled: "Yue Guiren, give me a smile today?"

"I, I'll kill you, a 'female rascal'!"

That Xiao Yue didn't expect the little dragon girl to be so bold, her face was touched by that delicate little hand, and she immediately flushed, and she raised her palm directly in anger. It's a pity that she hasn't practiced martial arts after all, but she was repeatedly teased by Xiaolongnu relying on light skills, and she had to hold back her anger in anger, and ignored it with her eyes, nose, nose, and heart, so as not to make herself angry.

A few people were making trouble, and they came to the front of the main hall, where there was a shrine dedicated to Zhuge Liang.

In the middle of the shrine is the sitting statue of Zhuge Liang, the left hand touches the knee, the right hand holds the scroll, stares and ponders, as if the strategy is in the middle and wins thousands of miles away; two children hold a sword, a seal, stand left and right; under the shrine, there is the dragon general Guan Xing on the left, and the tiger general Zhang Bao on the right, the posture is mighty, and the guards are on both sides.

And behind the hall, there is the mound of Wuhou.

Surrounded by layers of palaces, Zhuge Liang's tomb is green and bright, solemnly towering, shaped like a bucket shape, surrounded by white marble guardrails, 35 pieces of "Zhuge Liang's life" story pattern are embossed on the stone railing, which is planted with two ancient Han cypresses, thick to three people hugging together, the branches cover the sun, the thick shade turns the ground cold, the most show the temperament of "only containing the heavenly spirit".

This has been planted since the burial and has been around for nearly a thousand years.

After a few people settled down one by one, they picked a few side houses to live in, and as for what happened next, they didn't think about it.

I only hope that this quiet and long-ago tomb of Wuhou can protect them to live in peace and not fall into the flames of war.