Chapter 324 Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and green.
When the four fingers of Guiguzi's left hand stopped from pinching in a rapid and orderly manner.
The old coachman's eyes widened, his decayed body gathered strength, and he was ready to rush forward to stop Ying Chengyu. At the same time, he opened his mouth to curse.
Guiguzi's left hand transformed into a palm and hit the old coachman on the brainstem. The old coachman, who was not prepared for the teacher at all, suddenly saw a black eye. His body went limp and he was caught in Guiguzi's hand.
Ying Chengyu saw this scene and smiled lightly:
"With the nature of the prince, he will not care about the life or death of a coachman. If you stop the coachman from working hard for you, it seems that the prince has calculated it well."
Guiguzi smiled bitterly.
"Good luck and bad luck are not important. What matters is what you think. My life and death are not in the hands of heaven, but in the hands of your Majesty. Your Majesty can turn good fortune into misfortune, and you can also turn misfortune into good fortune."
Ying Chengqiao laughed loudly, patted Guiguzi on the shoulder and said, "I'm not that kind of person. It's too arrogant to do that, hahaha."
The Yue Goddess on the side had a cold expression, and was very familiar with Guiguzi's situation at this moment. She was teased like this when she first met Ying Chengyu.
She knew that Ying Chengyu had a rebellious mentality, and she did not think that Gui Guzi's worries were groundless. She believed that her husband was not asking whether it was good or bad, just to do the opposite and prove that God was wrong.
"Your Majesty, you really don't want to tell me whether it's bad or good?"
"I don't know whether I should tell you whether it's bad luck or good luck. When I say good luck, I'm afraid that your superior's prediction will be inaccurate and I'll die. When I tell you it's bad, I'm afraid that your superior's prediction will be accurate and I'll die on the spot. Your Majesty wants me to do that.
Is it bad or good?"
"Look, you're testing me again."
Ying Chengxuan took the old coachman from Guiguzi and placed him on the wooden platform of the pavilion. Guiguzi cooperated throughout the process.
Ying Chengyu leaned one hand on the railing that had no trace of moisture on the side of the aisle, looking at the setting sun in the distance.
"Why is the prince leaving? I have chased him all the way here, so I just want to hear the truth."
"...If I don't leave, your Majesty will never stand up. Only your Majesty knows what the future will look like. Only your Majesty can do this."
"The prince doesn't want to see me being lazy..."
[My husband is indeed too lazy...]
Empathy between women and girls.
She was very understanding of Gui Guzi's choices, methods, and explanations. She, the person next to her, couldn't stand Ying Cheng's fishing.
When he was still in Chang'an Jun's Mansion, Gui Guzi wanted Ying Chengxuan to ascend the throne, but he couldn't get used to Ying Chengxuan's salty behavior.
When he arrived in Han, Ying Chengyu left all official duties to Guiguzi, and continued to enjoy himself as a salted fish. Guiguzi also asked Yingcheng to take charge of the government more than once, and he was rejected every time.
From Ying Chengxuan's mouth, he learned what Guiguzi was doing in Chang'an Jun's Mansion, and he saw Guiguzi working late into the night more than once in Han.
Guiguzi's escape was completely normal in Yue Nu's mind. The reason for his escape was to allow Ying Chengyu to take charge of the family, which was also very reasonable.
Ying Chengyu turned his head to look at Guiguzi.
"Let me just say that in the letter, the prince first said that he believed that I was going against heaven and would not succeed, so he left me. Then he said that he wanted to fight against heaven and earth, so he left me. Preface: Believe in Heaven,
The last words were contrary to nature, the preface did not match and the second words were self-contradictory, so I felt that there must be something fishy in it. It turned out that it wanted me to strengthen myself, so it made sense. The prince is really my humerus."
"Your Majesty is teasing me again. Given your intelligence and ability, Your Majesty must have already thought of this."
"I'm not as smart as the prince."
Ying Chengxiao laughed, not knowing whether the object of his laughter was Guiguzi or himself, he put his hands behind his back.
"I asked the prince if there is a heaven in this world. If you believe in it, there is it. If you don't believe it, there is no sky. There is no direct answer. Today I want to ask you again, prince, if there is a god in this world?"
Ying Chengxuan is very serious, and the more serious Ying Chengxuan is, the more confused Guiguzi becomes.
He summoned the rain in front of Ying Chengyu, and he also had a good eye, and he did not hide the divination with his left hand just now from Ying Chengyu. If he did not believe in heaven, he would not do these things to ask the sky.
[He clearly knows that I believe in heaven, so why would he ask such a redundant question?]
It's normal for stupid people to ask such questions, but in Gui Guzi's eyes, although Ying Chengyu may be childish at times, he definitely has nothing to do with stupidity.
He knew that Ying Chengyu had a deep meaning, but he didn't know what the deep meaning was. This was beyond his expectation. Just like he was sure that Ying Chengyu would not catch up, but Ying Chengyu was waiting for him on the road ahead.
.
"yes."
Guiguzi continued what Ying Chengyu said, his thoughts changing in just an instant.
"Very good. Cheng Yu also wants to know whether the prince really lived hundreds of years?"
Ying Chengyu raised his finger to the sky.
"For this question, please swear to God."
Guiguzi's heart immediately sank, and he raised his right hand with three fingers.
"I swear to God, my life expectancy today is 328."
This question didn't matter much to Gui Guzi. What made Gui Guzi's heart sink was that he thought that every next question Ying Chengyu would ask would make him swear to God that he could only tell the truth.
He can deceive others, but he cannot deceive God.
[That’s really true!]
Ying Chengyu was greatly shocked.
The three hundred and twenty-eight-year-old Gui Guzi has white hair and a pale face. He looks like he is seventy or eighty years old and does not look like he is three hundred and twenty years old at all.
Moreover, compared with real old people in their seventies or eighties, Gui Guzi, who has not lost his teeth, has strong agility and can move freely, is much better in terms of physical fitness.
Ying Chengyu looked at Guiguzi as if he were a monster for a while, which made Guiguzi even more confused. He didn't know whether Yingchengyu was surprised to tell him the truth or because of his age.
In this era where Peng Zu's lifespan was recorded as being eight hundred years old, and those who knew it had little doubt, Gui Guzi couldn't understand why Ying Chengxuan cared so much about him living for three hundred and twenty years.
But these were not important. Guiguzi quickly put these things to the back of his mind and was very careful about Ying Chengyu's next questions, thinking about how to save his life if he did not swear.
However.
"After the heavy rain, the road was muddy and rutted. Even though it was a bullock cart ride, the prince was not comfortable."
Not hearing any fatal questions, Guiguzi breathed a sigh of relief.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! [This is talking about my running away, so the journey was not smooth.]
"If you are not under the command of your Majesty, and without your Majesty's care, everything will go wrong for me."
"Alas, the prince misunderstood me. I just expressed my feelings."
Ying Chengxiao did not wait for Guiguzi's response, walked out of the pavilion to the bullock cart, and touched the horns of the big green bull.
Daqing Niu was too lazy to pay attention to Ying Chengyu and swung his tail to drive away mosquitoes and flies that did not exist. At this time, Guiguzi felt very confident and followed Ying Chengyu to the front of the car.
Ying Chengyu glanced at the wheel of the ox cart.
"Brother Huang has ordered that the carriages run on the same track. From now on, the distance between the wheels of the world will be fixed. I am afraid that the prince will not be able to ride on this carriage in the future, and he will have to replace it with a carriage that meets the standards of the Qin State. By then, the official roads will have the same track, and the carriages of the world will all be along the same track.
Walk along the track. Even if you travel after a heavy rain, the journey will not be so difficult."
Ying Chengyu glanced at the bumpy and rutted official road again.
When the moisture in the mud completely disappears, the dried mud becomes hard, and the wheel does not sink directly but makes a creaking sound when the wheel is pressed on it, then it is really difficult to walk.
"When the Chi Road is completed, the official road will be built next. No matter how much it rains, the road will be as smooth as ever."
In the Qin Dynasty, there were no trucks weighing more than ten tons. The heaviest vehicle was a chariot weighing less than a hundred kilograms. The cement was strong enough to withstand the pressure and would not break.
Gui Guzi nodded, knowing that Ying Chengyu developed cement, he had no doubt about it. Compared with the official road made of solidified concrete, it is completely different from the one made of loess now.
"Prince, don't be too nervous. I have no other intention here. I just don't want to say goodbye to the prince so simply. After all, after this goodbye, the next time we meet, the prince may be standing in front of my grave."
Guiguzi raised his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat from his face, and said with sincerity:
"Your Majesty said jokingly, Zen is definitely not going to be an enemy of your Majesty."
"Ha, I mean if you live a long time, I guess you will still look like this after I die. It's not that I died because of you, don't think too much about it."
Guiguzi nodded, looking frightened.
Ying Chengyu and Gui Guzi walked to the edge of the pavilion and patted the pillars of the pavilion that were not stained by any moisture.
"There is always a sense of ritual when parting between life and death. In order to practice it for the prince, I hurriedly built a pavilion here."
"..."
Guiguzi, who has lived for three hundred and twenty-eight years and has seen away countless relatives, close friends, and disciples, is not that sentimental, and ignored Ying Chengyu's previous words.
Ying Chengyu's last words left him speechless. He finally realized that something was wrong with this pavilion.
The passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their traces.
It rained so heavily last night, but there was no sign of moisture on the pavilion, inside or outside, as if it had not been erected here last night.
Now after listening to what Ying Chengyu said, I realized that the pavilion had not been built last night.
Ying Chengyu leaned against the pavilion and asked Guiguzi to look at the muddy official road that had existed since the Zhou Dynasty. He pointed to the endless weeds that grew extremely lush on both sides of the official road and were as high as a person's calf, and softly said:
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."
Simple words describing simple scenes gave Guiguzi a simple feeling of desolation.
He thought he didn't care much about emotions for a long time, but he actually felt a trace of sadness that was almost non-existent.
"Poetry is a small way. Your Majesty, please don't indulge in it..."
"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, there are only a few close friends.
"A pot of turbid wine will exhaust all the remaining joy. Don't sleep in the cold tonight."
It rained heavily last night, and Guiguzi walked in the rain.
Even though I was wearing a raincoat and a paper umbrella, I was still wet and cold.
Ying Chengqiao warmed the wine and thought it would go away the cold. Gui Guzi drank three pots but still felt unwell. He wanted to leave immediately, but it was unbearable, so he soaked hot water in a wooden barrel for a long time to drive away the cold.
Even now, Guiguzi still feels a dull pain in the joints of his legs.
Guiguzi felt the same way when he heard the second sentence. As for the first sentence...
In the first hundred of the three hundred and twenty hundred years, Guiguzi had friends all over the world, including Wen Zhong, Fan Li, Shang Yang, Shi Jiao, Mo Zhai, Zhuang Zhou, etc.
But now, those people are gone.
Gui Guzi really wanted to know how to return to Lingluo. Even if he lived at the end of the world, he could still do it.
"The time is limited to blow the willows, so I can't do it. I can't plant so many willow trees. I don't know how to play the flute, and I don't want to learn it, so I'll get by. But I have plenty of wine."
Ying Chengyu took out a wine bottle from his arms, shook it at Guiguzi, and threw it over.
Guiguzi took it in the palm of his hand, pulled out the cork, and took a sip.
It's sweet, very sweet, but the wine is also very strong, and it's a wine that Guiguzi has never tasted before.
His facial expression could be controlled without changing, but his complexion could not be controlled, and the color rose rapidly.
"If people's hearts are united, the king will be wise."
"I haven't finished reading it yet. I want to praise it after a while."
The setting sun sets, and the blazing sunlight no longer shines in the pavilion.
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
"I asked you when you are going to come here. When you come, don't linger.
"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, there are only a few close friends.
"Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, but with many separations."
Guiguzi sipped the wine in small sips, but when he saw that Ying Chengyu stopped chanting, he said doubtfully:
"Why don't you read it anymore, Your Majesty?"
Most of the poems written in the Qin Dynasty were four-character poems, such as "A Fair Lady" and "A Gentleman is a Chevalier". But they were very long, and the poems included in the "Book of Songs" among the Five Classics of Confucianism were all of this type.
Ying Cheng spreads his hands.
"I'm done reading."
Guiguzi nodded understandingly.
"Isn't this what your Majesty did?"
"Of course not."
"Poetry is a small path, please don't invest too much in it."
"promise."
Guiguzi drank wine and walked outside the pavilion to look at the newly built pavilion.
"That is to say, your Majesty can do this, erecting a long pavilion for reciting a poem. What is the difference between your actions and King Zhou's desire to drink wine, dig a pond and fill it with wine, or his desire to eat meat and hang it on the branches of a forest? What is the difference?
"
Ying Chengqiao smiled and said:
"The difference is that the wine pond and meat forest can only be enjoyed by King Zhou, and the pavilion I built can allow me to recite poems today and allow travelers to sit and rest in the future. In addition, Zhou is an evil posthumous title given by the Zhou people, and the wine pond and meat forest is also a fabrication. It should be
Proclaimed Emperor Xin.
"The "History of Qin" records that it was to expand the territory, abolish slavery, and abolish human sacrifice, which touched the interests of many princes. Although they worked hard and had great talents, the princes still wanted to rebel. On the way to conquer Dongyi, they were stolen by Ji Fa.
Home.
"If you look at it this way, what I did is not much different from his. Maybe our ending will be the same."
Guiguzi said:
"The ancestors of the Ying clan of the Qin State were evil spirits. During the period of King Zhou, they were ministers of humerus. King Wu's attack on Zhou was met with a lot of resistance from evil spirits. Therefore, King Wu of Zhou destroyed the Shang Dynasty and shot evil spirits into the mouth to vent his anger. Therefore, "History of Qin"
Speak to King Zhou,"
"Does the prince want to discuss the truth about Li Shi with me?"
"The truth of history is not important, what is important is who wrote it. Just like today, the emperor is the emperor of Chang'an, so he can build a pavilion, recite poems and send wine for farewell."
"That's true."
Ying Chengyu smiled, turned his head and looked at the sunset, preventing Guiguzi from seeing the look in his eyes.
"Most partings are ordinary, never grand."
Three days before the time travel, Ying Chengyu went to his mother's house to get the wine that her mother brewed. It was Ying Chengyu's favorite wine when he was a child, sweet wine with a lot of rock sugar added.
I didn't wait for a minute at my mother's house. I took it and left. I chased my mother out and told her to put the wine in the refrigerator to taste better. She told me not to make wine for me next time. I wanted to eat it and wouldn't buy it myself. I was very busy.
He casually left the bottle of wine in the car and didn't even take it back home.
"Don't get me wrong, it's not that I can't bear to leave you."
Ying Chengyu took out a pot of wine from his arms and took a sip. Although it was very sweet, it was not as sweet as grapes.
"I just want to drink. The Qin Dynasty is so poor, they don't even have grapes."