Heaven is fearless

Yan Duotang boiled medicine outside the house, and the medicine stove was set up on a hearth built hastily with a few bricks and tiles under the eaves. Their house had no windows, and the sound insulation was poor. A low, peaceful voice came.

The standard of Brahman as a teacher is also so-so. There are no lesson plans, and he can talk about wherever he thinks of. , I can’t remember even if I ask him to write, but he has a good memory when he listens to stories, and he can memorize word by word what Fanxing said three days ago.

"Sir... don't read these things to me, what's the use of learning this, tell a story, tell a story!"

The child pressed his face against the edge of the table, one face was still dirty, but the hair was neatly combed. The table between them was framed by a narrow wooden strip, filled with thin The sand is used as a sand table for character recognition.

Fanxing is a wandering monk, and he was very poor at first. All his money was given to Yan Duotang to buy medicines, so there was nothing left to buy pens, inks and paper. Anyway, most children from poor families used to read when they first started to read. In the sand table, he was not at all embarrassed about his "picking and searching" behavior.

Yan Wujiu was holding a branch that served as a pen in his hand, looking at the peaceful monk with bright eyes, trying to pretend to be pitiful to trick the monk into sympathy.

Literacy is really boring!

For those things with crooked strokes, ticking to the left has one meaning, and ticking to the right has another meaning. The horizontal cannot be written straight, the tail must be hooked, and the vertical cannot be written straight and vertical. ", what is beauty?He only knows prunes!

So in the end, he could read the handwriting. Once he wrote it by hand, he lost his strokes and stroked it. A big character was crooked and twisted so ugly. Every stroke was interpreting the desire for freedom with life.

Really hot eyes.

The strokes of Dawei Tongtong's official characters are indeed rich and elegant. It is indeed a bit difficult for him to let a child write smoothly and beautifully, but most of the noble children who are the same age as Yan Wujiu can already write correct official characters.

If he grew up in a rich and powerful family...

Fan Xing dismissed this thought from his mind at will, seeing Yan Wujiu's aggrieved expression on the verge of crying, he couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment on his face.

"This... well, then I don't know how to read."

The monk stretched out his hand to smooth out the gullies in the sand table with wooden chips. The steady breathing of the sleeping woman behind the curtain suddenly hit his ears. With bright eyes, this gentle monk who looked easy to bully pursed his lips and smiled meaningfully: "Then I will tell you the story in "Wei History"."

Yan Wuzhen frowned, he didn't want to listen to any history books, it would be extremely boring, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Brahma would stop talking, so he had to listen patiently, who would have thought that listening to it would be boring. Can't stop.

"You are nine years old this year. In the year you were born, the title of the country was also destroyed by the previous dynasty of Wei. The last emperor set his palace on fire and died in a sea of ​​flames."

He only said a few words, and Yan Wuzheng's heart was already hot. Boys are born with a keenness for such iron horses, golden weapons and changing the world. He subconsciously brought himself into the last emperor, and asked in surprise: " Isn't he the emperor? Isn't the emperor very powerful? Why did he set himself on fire?"

The monk who talked about such rebellious and outrageous past affairs still maintained that kind of indifference: "Because he lost his way."

Yan Wujiu muttered and repeated: "Tao? What is that?"

Fanxing thought for a while, as a person outside Fang, he certainly couldn't accurately describe the connotation of the emperor's way. If Shao Tianheng was here at the moment, he would be able to give the most sharp and incisive answer. It is Brahmacharya.

The monk answered in a general and general way in line with his personality: "Love the people like a son, select the virtuous and advance in virtue."

He is a monk, so he should not understand the conspiracy and tricks under the throne, so he only answered one side of the content, and then lightly changed the topic: "The last emperor lost his way, causing public resentment, and the people in the world have nothing to eat. , It is hard to find a virtuous person in the court, and it is already a remarkable thing that Shao Wei can pass it on to that year."

Yan Wujiu's mind was still spinning on a sentence from Fanxing: "It means that he is not a good emperor, so he committed suicide?"

The logic confused him a bit.

Fanxing explained in detail: "He attracted the anger of the public. Some people rose up, and thousands of people responded. The leader took down the capital, and then swept it out from the capital. Wherever his banner arrived, the people opened the city gates and surrendered. Therefore, he established a new dynasty."

Fanxing omitted a lot of content in this passage, understating it as if he was telling a boring story, but Yan Wujiu was already dumbfounded.

He grew up in the sewage jar in Changpingfang since he was a child, and he can see examples of dragons beget dragons, phoenix beget phoenixes, the sons of mice can make holes, the children of beggars will always be beggars, and those born in the straw pile Girls mostly go to rich families to work as servants, and marry a man who is also a servant in the future. It is a great dream to be a housewife next to his wife.

He knew that the emperor was a high-ranking figure who only appeared in the conversations of dignitaries. In fact, Yan Wujiu's impression of him no longer seemed like a person. It was a vague concept, which symbolized The authority that no one can resist, the money that can never be spent, this Changpingfang and the whole of Kyoto and even the larger land outside are all his. The people living on this land, from birth, have been branded Attributed to this emperor's seal.

Yan Wujiu was faintly afraid of such a concept, even though he was a child, he still had the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

But now, Fanxing told him lightly that such a powerful emperor would die, and he could be dragged down from the supreme throne.

——This terrible concept does not exist in someone for granted.

The rise of this thought made him feel the fear of touching a monster, but at the same time he felt trembling and excited for this thrill.

This kind of idea, which can be called terrifying in the eyes of the world, quietly formed in Yan Wujiu's mind. Fan Xing could see what the child was shocked at a glance, but he didn't say anything.

In fact, the question Yan Wujiu asked already made him appreciate it a little. When ordinary people hear this story, they will naturally lead to the side of the rebel army who is closer to them, but Yan Wujiu chose the opposite.

He brought himself into the role of regal.

This child is instinctively chasing a higher status. In his bones, he regards himself as the more noble party, like a small carnivorous beast. No matter how much grass he eats, he will show off the moment he smells blood Out of greedy fangs.

——He is born to be an ambitious man who wants to climb up.

Yan Wujiu hid those weird thoughts in his heart, lay down on the table to watch Fanxing, and urged him impatiently: "Tell me quickly, what did he do, and how did he get overthrown?"

Fan Xing twirled the rosary in a small circle, and smiled: "This story, should we start with the birth of the last emperor's prince..."

The sound of storytelling in the house was like running water, and Yan Duotang outside the house was also fascinated by it. He almost forgot that there was still medicine boiling in the medicine stove, until Fanxing stopped abruptly and turned his face: "The medicine in the stove ..."

Yan Duotang's mind was still spinning in the treacherous turmoil of the Shao Wei Dynasty, when he suddenly heard the medicine in a stove, full of question marks.

Medicine in the stove?

What medicine?

... Ahhh!medicine!

The girl who was leaning against the wall and listening to the story jumped up, and Yan Wujiu also came out, helped her pour out the medicine for the mother in the back room, and took a medicine bowl to wash outside the house.

Fanxing and Yan Duotang who stayed in the house were relatively speechless. The girl pinched the corners of her clothes awkwardly. Her character was originally timid and gentle, and she only seemed a bit tough when she was protecting her mother and younger brother. It was Wen Ruo who lowered his head shyly.

...Arguing with Yan Wujue that day was the fiercest move she could have made.

"I... I didn't mean to eavesdrop..." Yan Duotang's voice was timid, full of embarrassment, Fanxing was even more embarrassed than her, he was familiar with Yan Wujiao, but he had never spoken to this girl Speaking, seeing her embarrassed, I was also speechless.

After a long time, Yan Wuzhen came in, and saw the two standing straight with some distance between them, both of them lowered their heads, as if they were admitting their mistakes to each other, the scene was as embarrassing as it could be, Yan Wuzhen I want to turn around and leave.

"It's okay for the benefactor to stay and listen..." With the presence of acquaintances, Fanxing finally picked up a little courage and said weakly.

Yan Duotang was obviously moved, but he didn't dare to stay. He subconsciously turned his attention to his younger brother. Yan Wujiu understood what she meant, rolled his eyes secretly, and pushed his sister's waist to press her on the stool. On the ground, I sat cross-legged on the ground casually, and urged Fanxing with my toes up: "What about the back? The prince led the troops out, isn't the second prince going to die of joy? Will he be the prince?"

"I don't like him at all, I hope the prince is okay." Even the introverted Yan Duotang couldn't help showing a little worried look for the people in the story.

Fanxing did not respond to what they said, and still talked about the content recorded in the "Wei History" in a leisurely manner, and at the same time stuffed some details in it that are definitely not accessible to ordinary people.

It was these details that made Yan Wujiu even more suspicious. After hearing that the prince was imprisoned, his eyes widened. To the point where he couldn't hide it anymore, Yan Duotang's eyes were reddened by the heroic and tragic death as if he was on the scene, while Yan Wujiu asked calmly, "Why?"

"He is so powerful and everyone likes him, why doesn't he become emperor himself?"

When he said "I am the emperor", Yan Wujiu's heart was agitated violently because of his too bold statement, but at the moment he didn't think about anything else, he was simply wondering why someone would give up such an advantage to die .

Obviously, like the monk said, the people all like him and want him to be the emperor, don't they?According to what the monk said just now, isn't he a person with some kind of "Tao"?Besides, he is already a prince, so it doesn't matter if he becomes emperor earlier, the old emperor is his father anyway, and sooner or later what belongs to me will belong to his son, so what's wrong with it sooner or later?

This question had some kind of sharp offensive meaning in its naivety, even Yan Wujiu himself didn't realize it, Fan Xing thought for a while: "Because he is a good prince."

Yan Wuzhen wrinkled his nose and said dissatisfied: "You have said it, you have said it several times, he is a good prince, he loves the people, he will distribute food and grass to the soldiers at the border on time, and he will also provide relief... What I asked is why Isn't he the emperor himself?"

Fanxing sighed: "The poor monk also said it, because he is a good prince."

Without waiting for Yan Wujiu to ask again, Fan Xing said: "He has practiced everything that a 'prince' should do in the eyes of the world. He was taught that a prince should love the people, so he will love the people; , he will be the most glorious gentleman; others teach him that a prince should be friendly, brotherly and respectful to his father, so he will be a good brother and son..."

There was no hint of evaluation in his tone, but the deep meaning in his words inexplicably made Yan Wuzheng agitated.

"So he can only be the best prince forever, he can't be the emperor." Fanxing summed it up casually, and continued to talk about the three shocking questions from Yan Pinglan after the prince fell from the tower.

"...Yan Pinglan, who came from an aristocratic family, was born in a large number of talented people in the Yan family in the early years, and was quite famous in the court, but after the establishment of the new dynasty, they made frequent mistakes, and finally they were executed five years ago, and their lineage was cut off— —Ah, it should be cut off.”

Fan Xing thoughtfully added the last sentence, and from the corner of his vision, he saw Yan Duotang, who had red eyes just now, choked up. This reaction did not seem to be a problem, so he temporarily pressed it.

"Speaking of Yan's lineage, there is one thing that is a bit of a coincidence." The corner of Fanxing's mouth showed a little smile, and he looked down at Yan Wujiu, who was sitting on the ground in a chic posture, "Before the death of the last prince of the previous dynasty, Yan's The second son just happened to be born, so he picked a chess set and sent it to the Yan family as a congratulatory gift, and that chess set has the same pronunciation as your name."

The monk repeated in a soft and gentle voice: "——Wujiao."

Yan Wujiu pointed to his nose in surprise: "My name... and a chess set?"

Fanxing looked at him and smiled slightly: "Yeah, check yourself upright, and don't make any corrections... That is a unique work in the world, a treasure as famous as Zhaocuo, and the best chess in the world. It is made of Yanshan white jade and Xiangshan Carved from obsidian, the back of each chess piece is carved with lifelike birds and beasts, and none of the patterns on the chess pieces are repeated. It has been treasured by the royal family for many years, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is an invaluable work.”

"Ah... that Yan family—" Yan Wujiu suddenly became curious about that chess set, and was even more interested in that Yan family. He was about to ask more questions when suddenly a series of creaking sounds came from the inner room. .

The bed made of wooden planks is easy to loosen, and the person who sleeps on it will make a long moaning sound as long as they turn over and move slightly. Yan Duotang stood up in surprise: "Mom is awake?"

She opened the curtain and went in, and a weak female voice sounded from inside: "Tangtang... who is outside?"

She fell asleep and woke up in a daze for several days, and had never seen Fanxing. Yan Duotang explained the origin of Fanxing in a low voice, focusing on how much money he gave, and she was silent for a while: " That should be a great thank you, but just now...I seem...as if I heard someone say chirping..."

Yan Duotang tucked the corner of the quilt for her, and remembered the story told by Fanxing, with a real and cute smile on her face: "Mother, Master Fanxing was telling a story to Jiujiu just now, and it happened to be about a Yan's family. The youngest son of the family was born, and he received a gift called Wujiao, hey, it is really a big family, even the chess has a name."

Yan Duotang sighed twice to herself, not noticing that when she said this, the woman on the bed suddenly clenched the worn sheets.

"Really...it's the same name as Jiujiu. When Jiujiu was born, the magpie outside the window called five times, and Erlang named him Wujiu, but there is no such profound meaning as Wujiao in it." .”

She said a long series of words, feeling a little weak, paused for two seconds, and asked again: "May I listen to the following story?"

Yan Duotang's temperament is probably inherited from her. Both mother and daughter are naturally weak and shy. Although they haven't read any books, the way they talk slowly is a bit of Xiaojiabiyu's gentleness.

Yan Wujiu was very happy that his mother woke up: "Mother, listen to it together! These stories are so interesting!"

Yan Wujiao who said this has a childish romance at this age.

Of course Brahman would not mind having an extra audience, as long as he is not allowed to talk, he is very proficient at singing one-man shows and telling stories. The woman listened to the story he wanted to tell.

"The Yan family is a big family with a scholarly family. There are many officials in the family. The head of the family also has a title. They are out-and-out nobles. Let alone, although the children have not been very outstanding in recent years, there is no shortage of talents. , a son of the side branch, named Yan Pinglan, was appreciated by the former crown prince, and now he is also reused, as if he has become the servant of the household department or the minister..."

Fan Xing spoke unhurriedly, and the woman lying in the curtain had a pale face, listening to him tell about the family that was buried in the pile of old papers: "...five years ago, the head of the Yan family did something wrong, which caused trouble. A family was ransacked and beheaded, but those outside the three branches of the side branch survived, and none of the members of the main house were left."

He counted them one by one: "The master of the family, the wife in charge of the house, I heard that their eldest son is still a classmate and old friend of the current Holy Majesty, and he has not been crowned when he was escorted to the execution ground. The youngest son who is under four years old, that little son is so young, he was smothered by violent officials before he even got to the place of practice... Amitabha."

Speaking of this, Fanxing sighed and recited a short rebirth mantra in a low voice. The woman in the inner room suddenly twitched, and was woken up after being stroked by Yan Duotang on her chest several times. Body, asked through the curtain: "Master Youfang came here, saved my life, and taught Jiujiu how to recognize characters and Mingli. Our house is poor, and we can't provide any good things to treat guests. My health has also improved a lot. In the early years, I lived in a big family. I have been a cook, and only this skill can be seen by others, if you don't mind, please stay and eat, master."

Yan Duotang frowned: "Mother, your body..."

The woman suppressed her words: "Mom is much better."

Fanxing seemed to hesitate for a moment, and when Yan Wujiu looked over again, he saw only a dignified Buddha face as usual: "Amitabha, since this is the case, the poor monk has the audacity to stay."