Spring and Autumn I Am King

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Seeing Gu Bu Ziqing's assertive appearance, Zhao Wuxi didn't dare to disbelieve it completely. After all, he had already experienced such unscientific things as soul piercing, and now he can only learn from Confucius' attitude: Respect ghosts and spirits and stay away .

Let Mu Xia stay in place to take care of the horses and prey, while he searches in the direction pointed by Gu Bu Ziqing.

The mountains and forests got denser and denser, and Wu Xie had to pull out a dagger to cut through the thorns, and walked down the blue thread.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the development of nature was not great. How can such a primitive ecological environment be found in the Jinnan Basin in later generations? This is still through the Tang, Yu, Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. The five dynasties have been operating in Hedong for two thousand years. It is one of the most densely populated areas in the world at this time. It is conceivable that the wild places such as Chu and Yue are now full of swamps and virgin forests, and you can see the magnificent scene of rhino elephants in groups.

The time was approaching dusk. Looking at the withered yellow grass that was about half a person high in front of him, I wondered if there were poisonous snakes and insects lurking. Zhao Wuxi finally stopped. For safety reasons, he had to leave the woods before dark.

"I'll just say, if this is accurate, then Aunt Bu Ziqing is really a god."

I couldn't catch the white elk, and I wasted most of the day. I probably won't get the first place in this hunt. I just hope that with the unlucky black bear, I don't need to be at the bottom of the four brothers.

However, today was considered a profit. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Wuxi's mouth. The chancellor named Gubu Ziqing had probably returned to the Mianshang residence now. He would never speak ill of his savior in front of Zhao Yang.

He was about to turn around, but the evening wind happened to pass through the forest, and he saw that the dense grass blades moved with the wind, but it was not so natural.

Zhao Wuxi seemed to have sensed something. He focused again and saw that the rare white female deer in the world was lying in the densely woven pennywort!

Zhao Wuxi was overjoyed, he really had nowhere to go after breaking through the iron shoes, and it took no effort to get it!

Bai Lu seemed to be injured, his leg was tied by a rope, and his hoof was broken. It seemed that it was a trap laid by some unknown hunter, but it was cheap for Zhao Wuxi.

Seeing that the young man in the riding suit who had been chasing him all the way before was approaching with a dazzling bronze dagger, Bai Lu seemed to know that disaster was coming, so he stared at Wu Xie with his head raised, as if he was begging for his mercy.

Zhao Wuxi seemed to have seen this kind of look before, but he couldn't remember it for a while. It was probably a memory belonging to this life?

That's right, this female deer's black eyes with a bit of aura, just like his sister Ji Ying, on the day her mother and Mrs. Jinjuan died suddenly, she was so terrified.

As if he had been touched in the only soft spot in his heart, Zhao Wuxi's raised right arm could not help but tremble slightly, but the bronze dagger was firmly held in his hand and could not be cut off.

What's more, when he got closer, the slightly bulging belly of this white female deer was clearly pregnant with cubs, and he couldn't do anything more.

Zhao Wuxi muttered to himself as if to comfort himself: "The way of hunting in the field, don't kill pregnant beasts, don't hurt the young beasts that haven't grown up. When hunting, you need to open the net and leave room..."

There was another voice in his heart that urged him to kill him: as long as he offered this deer, he would definitely be able to please Zhao Yang and win the battle of the prince!

The last scene that flashed was the kind-hearted Ji Ying's frowning eyebrows...

After several battles between heaven and man, Zhao Wuxi finally sighed and swung down the dagger fiercely!

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As the night approached, and under the brightly lit high platform, Zhao's hunters returned one after another, offering their prey to Zhao Yang. These wild and wild game will be used for feasting guests, as well as "the kitchen of the king", and the rest will be marinated and air-dried to prepare for the winter festival in December.

Zhao Yang stroked his beard and looked at them disinterestedly, but he couldn't let go of the fleeting beautiful white deer.

"If it can be captured... does it mean that my Zhao clan will be prosperous?"

Zhao Yang is not only an enterprising master, but also a believer of the emperor who is superstitious about the will of heaven and divination. The two are actually not contradictory.

After all, the history of the Zhao clan has too many strange powers and chaos. For example, after the disaster in the lower palace, the reason why the orphans of the Zhao clan who had nothing to regain their territory was largely due to the mysterious words of Wu Zhu.

Jin Jinggong, who killed Zhao's family, had a dream afterwards. In the dream, he saw a terrifying ghost. It is said that it is tall and tall, with its hair hanging down on the ground, hitting its chest with a hand, jumping violently on the ground, and its shape is very terrifying.

It scolded Duke Jing Jing sharply: "Wu Dao Lunjun! What's wrong with my descendants? You are unkind and injustice, innocent and innocent, I have sued Haotian God, and I will come to take your life."

After speaking, he rushed towards Duke Jing. Duke Jing was so frightened that he fled to the inner palace. The big ghost destroyed the gate and the main entrance and entered. Jinggong was afraid and hid in the room, and the big ghost broke into the room and chased into the inner room. Chasing and killing all the way, Jinggong was terrified, he lifted the quilt and called to wake up, but he couldn't get sick from now on.

At that time, in a place called Sangtian near Jiangdu, there was a magician who could account for ghosts and gods. Duke Jing invited the witches to enter the palace. The dream of the **** and the witch was exactly the same as that of Duke Jing, and he said that the ghost was transformed by the hero of the previous Zhao clan, and came to avenge Jinggong's revenge against the descendants of the Zhao clan!

The more Jinggong thought about it, the more afraid he became. In addition, Zhao's best friend Han Jue happened to intercede for Zhao's, so Jinggong pushed the boat smoothly, and on the same day, he issued an order to let Zhao Wu come back and inherit Zhao's fief.

Of course, Duke Jing's illness didn't get better in the end. As expected by the witch, he died suddenly during the wheat ripening season, becoming the only monarch in history who fell into the toilet and choked to his death, leaving a thousand years of laughter.

Since the family has such a mysterious revival experience, it is not surprising that Zhao Yang has superstitious beliefs in ghosts and gods. This is also the normal belief of most people in the Spring and Autumn Period.

The three brothers Bolu, Zhongxin, and Shuqi have returned, only the youngest son, Wuxi, has disappeared. But according to his skinny Yutong, Wu Xie was still searching for the white deer in the forest, and maybe there will be good news in the next moment!

What's more, this son has already made a lot of credit: he has verified the magic of riding a horse alone, and he has also helped Zhao Yang find the missing aunt Bu Ziqing. Both Yang and Le Qi couldn't help laughing.

However, when Gu Bu Ziqing took a bath and changed clothes and dressed neatly again, she transformed herself into an elegant scholar with immortal style, and people couldn't help but feel awe.

Now, Zhao Yang has prepared Yan Bing on the high platform, and when he was changing clothes, the police invited Gu Bu Ziqing to the back room of the building, changed into his regular clothes, and sat opposite each other.

"Bu Ziqing, a foreign minister of the Song state, has seen the general... If Ziqing hadn't been rescued by the unsympathetic little gentleman today, he would have almost lost his life."

"Alas, it was Martin's poor reception that made such a mistake. Mr. Yang's name has long been heard, but it's a pity it's hard to see it."

After the courtesy, they entered the main play.

Zhao Yang and Gu Bu Ziqing first talked about the techniques and skills of divination tortoises, and then they asked about their experience in studying the Book of Changes. After a little experimentation, he knew that Gu Bu Ziqing was indeed very capable in this regard.

At least it's so clever that he can't see the depth.

So Zhao Yang felt relieved, and bowed slightly to his aunt, Bu Ziqing, "Yang Yang is over forty, and seeing that old age is approaching, and all the sons can be mediocre, I don't particularly like it. Therefore, I have not been able to determine the position of the son, so that Zong Si is empty, and his heart is unstable. Today, I dare to ask the gentleman to see the faces of the princes for me, and see who can be the general?"

To be a general naturally means to become the heir of the family and to take over the position of the noble family. This is Gubu Ziqing's skillful business. What's more, the master he is serving now, Song Guoda Sicheng Leqi also intends to befriend the Zhao family, so he readily agrees and swears to Tai Yishen not to tell others about the situation .

Zhao Yang clapped his hands, and his three sons walked in and knelt under the seat one by one.

Naturally, Zhao Yang would not tell them the truth, but only asked about the harvest of the three sons' hunting intentionally or unintentionally.

Gubu Ziqing watched secretly from behind the curtain. He knew very well that he was not as magical as outsiders said. The so-called vision is actually not as mysterious as the I Ching divination. To put it bluntly, it is to make a general judgment of a person's future through his speech and behavior. It is only Gubu Ziqing who is good at knowing people, so he has every aspect. 's good name.

The eldest son, Bolu, was in his twenties, with a square and straight face, two light beards on his thin lips, and a hint of tiredness in his warm eyes.

He was probably the one most similar to his great-grandfather Zhao Wenzi. In front of his father, he was so submissive that he seemed to be unable to bear the weight of his clothes, and he spoke softly as if not making a sound. It can be seen that this is a good and virtuous gentleman, but how can such a person survive for a long time in the state of Jin where the six officials are competing for the deer?

The second son, Zhongxin, and the third son, Uncle Qi, are about the same age, and both have just reached the crown.

Zhong Xin is an elegant gentleman, with a high crown and a bosom, wearing a white jade pendant. Others are proud of their talents, but he is only arrogant. In his speech, he wants to imitate the ancient sages, but he is not an anti-dog, and he is too rigid and conservative.

Uncle Qi, who is white-faced and beardless, has an eagle-eyed and wolf-like look on his face. He can hear that every word he says has been carefully calculated, but his eyes are cold and unkind when he looks at his father and brother, as if everything in the world Everyone is part of his conspiracy.

Gubu Ziqing predicts that this child will be clever but will be mistaken by wisdom in the future.

After a short while, after the three sons withdrew, Zhao Yang leaned forward and emptied the front seat, bowed sincerely to Gubu Ziqing, and asked, "Sir, you can see that among the three dogs of mine, who can take on the big responsibility? "

Gubu Ziqing pondered for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "Well, in my opinion, none of the three sons of the general can inherit the throne."

The superstitious Zhao Yang's face changed greatly after hearing this, and he lost his temper for a while.

"How can this be done! Could it be that Zhao's century-old foundation will be destroyed after me?"

Gubu Ziqing stroked his beard and shook his head, "Haha, what's up with the general, in my opinion, the Zhao family is far from exhausted."

When Zhao Yang heard the words, he moved forward again, "Marting ignorant, please teach me sir!"

Gubu Ziqing was waiting for now, he pretended to be mysterious and said:

"General, don't you have another son who hasn't come?"

The second one is in the afternoon, rolling in July for collection, recommend...