Regarding the little girl's words, Liu Changan's heart did not waver. He had lived for so many years and had saved many people, a whole place, a whole city, a whole clan, a whole country. There were countless situations like this.
Naturally, many people have been harmed, and many things have led to the destruction of nations and species. Throughout the ages, heaven and earth have been unkind, and saints have been unkind. There has never been a god or Buddha who treats all living beings as equals and has compassion to save the world.
Did she recognize the wrong person, or did she really recognize him?
This situation is quite interesting. Not to mention other people, if a portrait of himself from a certain period circulates, if he were to look at it now, he might not even recognize that it was his former self.
The name will change, the face will change, only the inner is eternal.
If you really recognized him, it would be a comforting thing. Someone finally crossed the long river of history, picked up a wave hiding his appearance from the end of the river that rolled eastward, and came to the other end.
In front of him.
But what was going on when she looked like she was finally really pissed off by him? This resentment was a bit scary, and Liu Changan felt that this was probably the true expression of being so angry that she was dying.
"Girl?" Liu Changan cupped his hands, his tone gentle as usual.
"This lady?"
"Hello."
After calling each other, there was no movement from the other party, and Liu Changan carefully looked at the little girl in the coffin again.
There is still a bit of childishness in the little girl's face, but it still makes people feel that she cannot tell her age. Of course, she must be two thousand years old. It is impossible to judge her age when she was sealed when she entered the coffin. After all,
At that time, there were many women who were still pretty and pretty even when they were adults. Many princes and princesses had high status and could do whatever they wanted. Fairies like Zhu Juntang were not uncommon.
There is a hollow gold hair ornament with jade ribbons above her forehead, and neat bangs in front of her forehead, which is very rare. After all, the hairstyle of women in the Han Dynasty often had a bare forehead, which would make the whole face appear as round as a pancake.
The rest of the hair is equally divided into a bun that towers over the top of the head. The remaining hair is twisted into a snake-like shape, circling each other, interlocking with each other, and inlaid with exquisitely carved headbands and thin gold-leaf flying bird utensils.
She was wrapped in layers of clothes and quilts. You could see the plain gauze cicada clothes mixed with gold threads and jade ornaments. Naturally, the weight far exceeded Mrs. Xin Zhui's cicada clothes of less than one tael, but it was gorgeous and exquisite.
Worse than that.
The cicada clothes are covered with a black and red brocade robe. The gorgeous patterns on the embroidered robe are vague and beautiful, but those patterns are secretly consistent with the various patterns outside the coffin, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
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Preliminary judgment shows that this is indeed a woman from the Western Han Dynasty. After all, the clothing of the Han Dynasty had already formulated a more detailed and serious system during the Yongping reign of Emperor Ming of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The seemingly gorgeous but casual clothing of this woman should be from an earlier period.
Even when Liu Che corrected Shuo, changed the color of clothes, and was still yellow, there were no strict rules and regulations for everyone's clothing. What is impressive is that Liu Bang did not allow anyone with a title below the official title to wear the clothes he once made with bamboo skin.
The pavilion chief's hat...seems so rare.
Looking at the little girl's face again, Liu Changan couldn't remember it for a while, so he had to slowly sort out the traces left by the past, and move forward bit by bit through the images and fragmented memories that had settled in his mind.
In comparison, the memory of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period is clearer. After all, he would have maintained one identity for a longer time at that time. His memory was not broken due to frequent identity changes and body reshaping. Instead, Liu Bang and his children and grandchildren
Because of this, Liu Changan changed his identity several times in a relatively short period of time, causing many of his memories to become less profound and clear.
He didn't know how long he had been recalling it, but Liu Changan felt his head was a little swollen. He stopped quickly and asked her if she was okay. He didn't believe it. She had eaten so many of his pullets, so she was really willing to die of anger?
Why should I come back alive and take revenge on Liu Chang'an, a big enemy from two thousand years ago? It's so worthless to just piss yourself off like this. Is it worthy of the people who made this coffin to bury the soul?
Liu Changan tried his hand to test her breathing, but there was none.
I pinched her wrist and checked for a pulse, but there was none.
When she reached into her arms, there was no heartbeat, but her skin was still warm, which meant that she did not really die after coming back to life. Otherwise, Liu Changan would have been cold after being in a daze for so long.
She is not in the state of Mrs. Xin Zhui. Mrs. Xin Zhui is really dead and has not come back to life.
This unprecedented and unheard-of state cannot be judged by ordinary people's life and death.
"You're a pretty little girl, can't you open your eyes and talk to me again? At least tell me how I have harmed you. Did I kill your whole family or destroy your country?" Liu Changan said with regret and expectation.
said.
"Why are you so angry to death? Look at your pitiful look, but I am still calm and calm. You shouldn't be so angry that you jump out of the coffin? This saying is just for you!
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"There is a saying that good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years... So I am really a disaster, but you are a good person? If it weren't for me, you would have killed a lot of people, and everyone was each other.
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The little girl still didn't move at all. Liu Changan had two concerns in his mind, but he didn't worry for a moment and pulled her back first.
After closing the coffin lid and closing the carriage door, Liu Changan drove the car back.
The lights outside the window were like dragons, and the driving seat of the transport vehicle was higher than that of ordinary vehicles. Looking left and right, the drivers on both sides showed unfamiliar and indifferent profiles below. Liu Changan recalled the moment when the little girl opened her mouth.
He felt joy.
This is an emotion that is different from the joy I have experienced at any time. There are many expectations and accumulations in my heart. I have no more fantasies and a slightly uneasy satisfaction.
After she finished speaking, she became silent. What she said was not important. What was important was whether she would open her eyes and talk to him in the future.
"If I had known this, I would not have harmed you in any way back then... But if it hadn't been like this, we wouldn't have met today, right? We are no longer the same people we were then. The encounter that separated time and space, why bother anymore?"
Liu Changan was persuading others to himself, but he also realized that this little girl opened her eyes after two thousand years and still saw her biggest enemy. One can imagine her resentment.
Forget it, let's continue to raise her and see if his blood energy or essence is not enough. Please choose either. He wants to bring her back to life anyway.
"Bang!"
A dull and distant sound wave spread. Liu Changan looked at the green light in front of him and drove over while feeling relieved. The coffin behind him had indeed returned to its original state and exuded the aura of coveting life. It seemed that regardless of this,
No matter how the little girl is feeling, this coffin has to take care of itself and support her.
Liu Changan was also a little worried that she would become Mrs. Xin Zhui.
When he went home and passed by the vegetable market, Liu Changan bought a little hen and threw it in. He originally wanted to wait until someone else would give it to him tomorrow, but thinking that the little girl was so angry with him, Liu Changan acted compassionately and generously.
Liu Changan did not park the car under the sycamore tree, but at a remote wall a little further away. Then he came back. Just as he was thinking about eating some noodles tonight, he saw Zhou Dongdong wearing her beautiful little flower.
Rain boots, holding a pair of large iron pliers in his hand to dig into the puddle.
This pair of large iron pliers was given to Zhou Shuling to hold briquettes. It was a bit difficult for Zhou Dongdong to use. Liu Changan always felt that she would fall into the puddle next moment, but after looking for a while, she didn't, so she walked over.
"What are you doing?" Liu Changan asked.
"I'm catching loaches." Zhou Dongdong sniffed and pointed at the loaches floating in the puddle, "All the loaches are dead."
Zhou Dongdong was very sad. After all, he had woken up early and worked hard at night, rain or shine, feeding him bean dregs for so long.
"There was thunder today, and all the loaches were killed." Liu Changan looked at them and said. It turned out that he did not check whether the loaches were dead or not.
"The loaches are so pitiful." Zhou Dongdong pointed to the small bucket next to him that was used to play with the sand. There were some loaches in it, and he said sadly, "We can only eat them."
"You can't eat it." Liu Changan shook his head, "After being struck to death by lightning, the blood couldn't be released. After being immersed in water for so long, I couldn't eat it."
Zhou Dongdong looked at Liu Changan with dull eyes, and the big iron pliers in his hand fell into the puddle. Zhou Dongdong's child had never been so desperate. He thought that the loach was dead, and he felt sad, but at least he was okay.
I ate it, which gave me some comfort. Now I realized that not only was the loach dead, but it was also inedible!
Zhou Dongdong cried loudly while pouring the dead loach in the small bucket back into the puddle.
"Bury it." Liu Changan came over with a shovel and filled the puddle.
Zhou Dongdong stood on the filled puddle and refused to go home. This was really a miserable moment... Is it really inedible?