Spring and Autumn I Am King

ps: Chapter 2 is around 12:00

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In September of the twenty-fifth year of King Zhou's reign (495 BC), the autumn sun was coming to an end, and the cold rain was flying, which wet the loess walls of Wenxian County. ↖

The tightly-wrapped carriage slowly drove past the painted road. Ten black-clothed guards rode ahead to clear the road. The rain soaked their black-armored and black-robed black horses, and behind the carriage were Zhao's retainers and guards.

Zhao Cao, who was born in pink and jade, couldn't help but lift a little curtain and look out. It was a wet and empty street outside, and he asked in a milky voice, "Aunt, it was raining during my grandfather's funeral, and there are people everywhere. Why not today?"

Ji Ying raised his head slowly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "Do you remember what happened at that time?"

Zhao Cao was only four years old, and of course he didn't remember the memory of two years ago. It was only after the emphasis of his mother and the maid who served in the living room that he had some illusory impressions, so he nodded ignorantly and shook his head again.

Now is the fourth year of Zhao's betrayal of Jin, and also the second year and two months of Ji Ying's filial piety for his father Zhao Yang.

Two years ago, after the unsuccessful pursuit of Zhiyao, Zhao Yang, who was exhausted by the military, died at Zunguan. His death was exactly the same as when King Wu of Chu died on the way to Zhengsuiguo. Zhao Wuxi handled it in an orderly manner. , After leaving Taihang, he built a fort near Shanyi, Zhou Shi's territory, Zhou Tianzi and Shan Gong were afraid, and sent someone to ask for peace, saying that Zhou Shi was no longer an enemy of Zhao. Zhao Wuxi and Shan Gong met on the boat in the middle of the river, and they made a covenant before retreating. After returning to Wenxian, the funeral was announced, and the whole city was saddened. On the day of Zhao Yang's funeral, the people spontaneously gathered, and the crowd was full of people.

The autumn sun has set, but the new sun has risen as usual. Zhao Wuxi announced to the world and ancestors at the Wenxian family temple, and officially became the twentieth generation of the family head of the Zhao family since the father of Zhao!

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The transfer of power within the Zhao clan has now settled, but the war continues, the Zhi clan is still stubbornly resisting, the Wei clan is still at the head of both sides, the conflict between Zheng and Song, and the civil war in Qi is also in full swing.

Zhao Wuxi carried out Zhao Yang's last order, and spent two years healing the wound and recuperating. During this period, he needed to travel between Hanoi and Handan, Chaoge, Qufu, and Shangqiu from time to time, and he could not keep filial piety for a long time, so his eldest son Zhao Cao did it for him. Live in Wen County.

The carriage stopped and finally arrived at the place. Ji Ying stepped on the short pedal that stood on the ground and slowly got down, frowned at the uncertain weather, and then tightly held his nephew Zhao Cao's little hand, He walked across the wet road paved with bricks and stones, and walked towards the Zhao family temple with the towering eaves in the mist.

There was an upright man supporting the umbrella invented by Lu Ban, running before and after to shield the aunt and nephew from the wind and rain, but Zhao Cao's eyes never left the water splashing under their feet.

"Aunt, before I came, my mother said that Haotian is crying for his grandfather, and the raindrops are his tears, is that true?"

Bo Mi was an honest concubine with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes. She was not arrogant because she gave birth to the eldest son. Ji Ying's training was not in vain, so she also cared about Zhao Cao as her own parent and child.

"In the legend, the Zhao family was originally one of the many descendants of the Emperor of Heaven. If Haotian had a spirit, he would of course mourn for our death and rejoice for our joy."

Zhao Cao's eyes lit up: "The sky will be happy for me too?"

"Will do."

Ji Ying's kind smile made Zhao Cao's nervousness disappear. His aunt was wearing black filial piety clothes as usual today. As the saying goes, a girl should be pretty and filial, and match her fair skin. pity" feeling. But in Zhao Cao's eyes, this is a symbol of safety and reliability. With his aunt's warm hand holding him, he dared to walk into the temple and approach the spiritual seat surrounded by choking incense.

They say that the soul of the grandfather lives in it!

Just that black wooden sign with characters he doesn't know can hold the souls of dead people?

Zhao Cao didn't understand very much, but he didn't dare to ask any more, because since he walked in here, his aunt's expression became serious, his steps became light, and he couldn't help but walk straight. It's just that the filial filial attire made of hemp was too heavy for him, and he was out of breath after a few steps, but it would be disrespectful to the deceased to let Fu Mu carry it on the next journey.

So Ji Ying tilted his head to look at him, encouraged him with a smile and eyes, and promised in a low voice that he would let him eat more noodles and sweets after returning, which is the common hobby of both aunts and nephews. So Zhao Cao didn't cry like his cousin Zhao Zhou came here last time, but silently followed Ji Ying up the steps and entered the temple.

No matter how many dazzling candles were lit, it was always cold in the temple. They walked among the dead of the Zhao family, the footsteps echoed in the huge hall, and the ancestors were watching them.

"The body is dead, and I will be buried in Shanyang. The mountains are Weiwei, and the sky is blue. The mountains are full of trees and the country is mourned. The soul returns to look at the family..." Ji Ying's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help thinking of Wu Xie's death when his father was buried. this poem.

"Wu Xie is right, my father should be buried on a high hill with beautiful scenery, among the pines and cypresses, with the sky and birds as his company, and the wind, frost, rain and dew to bathe him..."

Zhao Yang's funeral went beyond the standard of a nobleman. This time, there were no living people who had been criticized for the funeral, but his aura was far superior to that of the general princes and nobles. Zhao Wuxi used the family heirlooms seized from Fan and Bank of China, the national weapons from the two puppet states of Cao and Wei, the ritual tools from Lu and Zhu, and the copper materials of the Qi people captured in the First Battle of Wenshui. , for Zhao Yang to cast nine huge phoenix-headed Chi-patterned hoof-foot tripods!

According to the ritual system of the Zhou Dynasty, there are nine cauldrons for the emperor, seven cauldrons for princes, and five cauldrons for officials and officials. However, with the collapse of ritual and music, princes of various countries also began to use the ritual of nine tripods, while ministers and high officials used seven tripods. But the lack of compassion is even more extreme. In private, he buried his father completely according to the etiquette of the princes!

He also chose a posthumous title for Zhao Yang: Wu!

Strong and straightforward, say Wu!

Weiqiang Ruide said Wu!

To overcome chaos and say Wu!

Punishment people overcome Yue Wu!

Zhao Yang's life is very in line with this word. "Zhao Wuzi" will be his honorary title in the mouths of his descendants. Of course, Zhao Wuxi told Ji Ying bluntly that his goal is to turn this title into "Wuhou". , even "Wu Wang"!

"So, the nine cauldrons are not too much. The emperors and princes in this world are not as qualified to enjoy this ceremony as the father!"

This remark made Wu Xie's subordinate Shi Qi's eyes lit up, and he even asked Wu Xie to break with Jin completely on the spot, to establish his own country, and to force the emperor to admit Zhao as a prince!

Although Wu Xie declined this terrifying suggestion, the violations of arrogance in other places were not much at all.

For example, Ji Ying, as a descendant of Xu State, cannot enter the tradition of Zhao's family temple, and she was changed by Zhao Wuxi with a wave of her hand...

He persuaded Ji Ying at the time: "As I said, one day, I will let my sister step into this temple dignifiedly. I am busy with the military and government, and Lingzi is not suitable to manage the internal affairs of the clan and serve the ancestors. Who do you give to those who add oil? If they are unwilling to accept your sacrifice, they will have to starve and not be able to eat their blood. I think the ancestors of my Zhao family would not be so stubborn, right?"

Reform, this is the keynote set by Zhao Wuxi after he officially took power. With him, there is no immutable law, and there is no ancestral words that cannot be changed. Ji Ying couldn't tell him, but in desperation, he could only let him come, but he was deeply moved and a little worried. After becoming the head of the family, Wu Xie is much more domineering than before, and he can no longer be regarded as the little brother of the past.

However, unlike the majesty that Wu Xie tried so hard to show, his son Zhao Cao was an honest little guy.

Ji Ying bowed his head, only to see Zhao Cao kneeling obediently on the ground, reading the sacrificial text according to the Confucian disciples who presided over the ceremony, and making various complicated ritual actions.

She was relieved that one day, he would wear a royal tiara, and Wu Xie grew up like this, becoming the head of the family, a nobleman of a great country!

The main pillar of the Zhao family has fallen. Not only does Zhao Wuxi need to prop up the building again, but everyone in the family has to play a role in this war. Needless to say, Zhao Yi, Zhao Guangde and other collateral children, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Whether it is a marriage bed or a battlefield, they all need their contributions. As the eldest daughter of the family, Ji Ying needs to take care of the affairs of filial piety, and even Zhao Cao, a four-year-old child, has been forcibly given the responsibility...

It's just that Ji Ying felt that this responsibility came too early, and it was too heavy for Zhao Cao. If the situation required her to sacrifice, she would gladly accept it, but now the one who has to accept this burden is still a little boy!

This worship is temporary, and it is only aimed at Zhao Cao, because he will travel far and return to the place where he was born, so he came here to say goodbye to his grandfather...

The love for his son and nephew made Ji Ying angrily look back at the two retainers who were waiting at the gate of the temple, Zhang Mengtan and Zai Yu, the important officials who managed the state of Lu on behalf of the Zhao family. Pick up the little master.

Ji Ying whispered with some dissatisfaction: "The four-and-a-half-year-old Zhengqing of the State of Lu, the general of the shogunate? The officials of the State of Lu are just making a fool of themselves! Wu Xie actually agreed to this matter, is it because he is not the direct son, let him Is it okay to live apart when you are young?"

ps: The tomb of Zhao Qing in Taiyuan is suspected to be the tomb of Zhao Yang, and a ritual vessel with the standard of seven tripods was unearthed.

(To be continued.)