After Zhao Wuxi returned to the Spring and Autumn Period, he read the family history in the storage room and was able to get a glimpse of the ancient origins. The ancestors of the Zhao family came from an ancient Dongyi tribe. (Baidu search network updates the fastest and most stable)

Thousands of years ago, far away in Qufu, there was a state of Dongyi established by the Shaohao clan.

It is said that at the establishment of Shaohao, Fengniao brought hundreds of birds living in Haidai to worship, so the country named the bird as an official: "Fengniao's family is Lizheng; Xuanniao's family is also the division officer."

The ancestors of Qin and Zhao became the official "Xuanniao". After that, the family gradually moved westward from Haidai and divided into two: one branch went north and mixed with Rong and Di, and became the "Destiny Xuanniao". Before the Shang Dynasty, another tribe of Miao female nuns in the Central Plains merged with Di Zhuanxu to form a new ethnic group.

That's why there is a legend of the mysterious bird falling off the egg: "The female cultivator, the mysterious bird falls off the egg, the female cultivator swallows it, and has a great career!"

Daye, also known as Boyi, was given the surname Ying by Yu Shun, who was also a barbarian. After the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, his descendants were scattered all over the place, Qin and Zhao being two of them.

For thousands of years, although the states and clans to which they belonged have become easier, the worship of the sun and the black bird by the Zhao clan with the surname Ying has remained unchanged from generation to generation.

Therefore, in Jin State, wherever the Yanri Black Bird Flag went, people knew that this was the army of the Zhao clan!

It was Yu Xi who was carrying the flag on horseback. Hundreds of soldiers marched neatly behind him. They were all Zhao soldiers from the lower palace.

"Release the alert, reinforcements are coming!"

Seeing that it was his own family, Zhao Wuxi smiled, and the people in Chengxiang below couldn't help cheering suddenly. As a citizen of the Zhao clan, seeing the banner of the lower palace means that there is trust. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chengxiang is too small, so small that a brigade of reinforcements will feel cramped. So Zhao Wuxi went out to greet him personally.

However, he saw that the leader of the team was actually a black-clothed guard. Zhao Yang's Rongyou Zhenglong. He had cooperated a lot with Zhao Wuxi in the past few days, and the two sides were already very familiar with him. When he saw Wuxi coming, he rolled over and got out of the car, and together with all the military officials, he gave Zhao Wuxi a big gift.

"I've seen a gentleman!"

The soldiers behind him were also the same, their voices were loud and straight into the sky. Get down on one knee, salute, get up. The movements are neat and uniform.

"Why do you have to give this great gift when you are in uniform? Get up quickly."

This caught Zhao Wuxi a little off guard. Even if Zhao Yang, or even the Marquis of Jin, was in armor, he didn't need to be polite.

However, Zheng Long bowed to him again and said: "The gentleman was attacked at night, and after he got out of the predicament, he used a group of people in one village to defend the enemy two thousand. He killed and wounded nearly half of the prisoners. Just now, the cavalry officer of Yu has informed us, the ministers and the soldiers. We deeply admire this gift. A gentleman should accept it calmly!"

It turned out that after Yu Xi returned, he heard about the battle last night. Picked up the important thing and told Zheng Long.

When I first heard it, Zheng Long didn't believe it.

Fan's Soldier. Known as the name of the strong bow, and the middle line of armor. As soon as it came out, it was invincible in mountain combat.

Although Zhao Wuxi was known as a soldier, he was only known for a small number of light knights. They were all new soldiers here, and not many had actually fought. Therefore, there is no reason why a thousand soldiers from Fan and Bank of China, plus hundreds of robbers and bandits attacking a small town of a hundred households at night, attacked from front and back?

From the perspective of the four masters in the lower palace, three or four hours have passed since the battle last night. The reinforcements came so late, I am afraid that Chengxiang has suffered heavy losses. The most pessimistic Yin Duo even thought that 80% of Chengxiang had fallen, and instructed Zheng Long to withdraw to the lower palace if the situation was not good.

Zheng Long followed Yu Xi around Shanyin and walked all the way up. He saw the corpses of the enemy piled up half a hill, and also saw blood stains on the ground, broken swords and broken arrows, and broken walls that looked like broken teeth. Obviously after a fierce battle, he had to believe it if he didn't believe it.

No one could have imagined that such a result would be the result, that Zhao Wuxi and the others won, and won so thoroughly. Zheng Long asked himself that under the same situation, he couldn't do it.

He still had a fresh memory of Zhao Wuxi's calmness after Zhao Yang suddenly fainted that night, and now that he knew about Chengxiang's feat last night, his heart of admiration arose spontaneously.

What's more, there is the awe of the mysterious "power of ghosts and gods" and "thunder".

Only then did Zhao Wuxi receive Zheng Long's bow. Looking at the brigade Zhao Bing behind him, he thought to himself, "The people who have grown up in the countryside are not as powerful as the people in front of them in terms of their aura, equipment, and experience. Given time, I will definitely be able to create a powerful army in the world!"

After yesterday's fierce battle, Wu Xie felt that he had grown a lot. Now, he has such confidence.

However, there are also many lessons to be learned and many new ideas that can be put into practice.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuxi suddenly noticed that there were many people in the brigade of Zhao soldiers who were familiar to him. Isn't it the black-clothed guards stationed in the main hall of the lower palace on weekdays! They were supposed to guard the unconscious Zhao Yang and protect Ji Ying and Lingzi, but why were they brought here by Zheng Long?

He was suspicious of Dasheng for a while, and was about to ask a question, but was preemptively informed by Zheng Long.

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For the past two days, people in the lower palace were in a state of panic.

There is no impermeable wall in the world. In the first few days of Zhao Yang's fainting, because of Zhao Wuxi and Dong Anyu's proper actions, everything seemed to be business as usual.

But as the news leaked out through the channels of Han Shi, Zhong Xin, Shu Qi and others, after it spread wildly in Jiangshi, the people of the lower palace gradually became aware of it.

"The lord is dead!" Anyone who dared to spread this rumor was caught by the black-clothed guards and locked up in prison.

Therefore, more people can only whisper: "The lord is ill."

Zhao Yang is a restless person. As the musician Gao said that day, he would gather guests for a banquet almost every three days. Every day, the musicians have to be summoned to play the sheng, and when they hear the rise, they will come off in person and perform a thousand dances.

He also likes to ride horses in the garden, and from time to time he has to send Yu people to cut down the branches that block the way; he likes to drive the soldiers to shoot and hunt, and he gets angry at the savages who disturb the driver and drive the prey away. Knowing mistakes can be corrected.

Therefore, when the lord is present, the lower palace will always be very lively.

But these days, the town of a thousand rooms is very quiet. Quiet to some strange. Only the medical officials went in and out near the side hall with the medicinal materials collected everywhere; some of the vertical, temple, and maidservants serving in the hall disappeared; the black-clothed guards held weapons. Surrounding all the corners, vigilant eyes stared at everyone who came in and out.

So the people of the country know. The lord is ill.

Some Chinese people who were favored by the Zhao family began to quietly pray for Zhao Yang in the temple: "If the lord can recover, the villain will kill the dog and make a vow to the god."

But the atmosphere in the lower palace is getting more and more tense day by day, and today there are even more fully armed soldiers going out of the north gate before dawn.

"Is there going to be a war?"

The people of the country were even more worried. Who would have guessed that after the meal, those armored soldiers came back and came back with them. There is also a group of light knights holding the banner of the Sun Bird.

"It's a gentleman without a shirt!"

Someone recognized the gentleman who was riding a black horse, wearing a thong below and a dark coat with a hunting pattern on the top.

The gentleman Wu Xie, and Dong Anyu, are the two backbones of the lower palace these days. It is precisely because of the existence of Zhao Wuxi, who has the reputation of "close to the people" and "benevolence and righteousness", that he can always replace the lord Zhao Yang, and he will give a kind smile to the people of the country and ease the atmosphere of the lower palace.

See him reappear. The people of the country were relieved and came forward to say hello.

Zhao Wuxi, who had already combed his hair, washed away the dust, and covered up his scars. He immediately returned the salute to the people of the country, and then announced something loudly.

"Everyone can bring Brother Kun, father and brother, to the main hall of the lower palace with me."

The people of the country were shocked.

Is it. It is true that the master has died, and the doctors have chosen a new master. So you want to call the people to announce?

With a sense of anxiety, they called friends and friends. Following Zhao Wuxi and the black-clothed guards, they walked towards the main hall.

From the north gate to the main hall, it took a full half-quarter of an hour, passing through various cities and squares, and the crowds became more and more crowded, until there were more than a thousand people, and representatives from every household followed.

In the main hall of the Lower Palace, the hall is high, and Zhu Lianhe is light, and there are two painted black bird sculptures facing each other on the eaves. Its shape is lifelike, holding the blazing sun in the center, it seems to be roaring, soaring into the sky, and drilling into the real sun.

It doesn't look like it's going to be a public debate, the people of the country secretly discuss, guessing what the purpose of the concubine brought them here?

At this moment, I heard twenty crisp golden music from the main hall.

The instrumental music of the Zhou Dynasty, the so-called "Golden Play", was an ensemble of three bronze musical instruments: bells, drums and chimes. Originally, the "Golden Play" was of a high standard. During the Western Zhou Dynasty, only the emperor and princes could use it, and doctors and scholars could only use drums. But in the spring and autumn, when rituals and music collapsed and power went down, all the officials and officials also put a full set of musical instruments in their homes, and the daring ones have already started to play the "Bajor Dance in the Court".

At this moment, with its grand volume and unique timbre, bells and chimes are intertwined into solemn and solemn sounds, and with the rhythm of drums, the Chinese people have a feeling of listening to the sound of the sky.

Some elderly Chinese who often hear the music of the lower palace can recognize it. This wonderful combination of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yuyin can only be played by a blind musician Gao.

And Zhao Wuxi, who has passed three hundred poems, can also hear the deep meaning of the music. The musician Gao is percussion is a piece of "Gan Tang" by Xiao Yali.

"Hide Fu Gantang, don't cut it, don't lose it, call the uncle's rest."

"Hide Fu Gan Tang, don't cut, don't worship, what Uncle Zhao said."

At the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, the people of the southern kingdom missed Dabao Zhaogong's governance and kindness to them, so they wrote poems to remember them, hoping that Zhaogong would one day return to his favorite southern kingdom Gantang, sit and rest, to please his shade.

"It's beautiful, Gan Tang's thoughts are quite in line with the hearts of the Chinese people."

The elegant Zhang Mengtan didn't know when, but he had already paced up to Zhao Wuxi's side and saluted him.

Zhao Wuxi smiled and nodded to him. In the past few days, Zhang Zi has been assisting him and Dong Anyu in managing the lower palace. Zhang Mengtan also felt that after the fierce battle, Zhao Wuxi's temperament was very different.

The two didn't talk much. At this time, they were only weak, and it was too early for their own time. The two of them were a little excited and a little lost, waiting for the arrival of the Lord today.

Accompanied by Zhong Qing's voiceless voice, the black-clothed guards carried a black-colored chariot and slowly walked out of the main hall of the lower palace.

Dong Anyu, Yin Duo, Fu Sou, Yi Bianque and others, all dressed in deep clothes and wide sleeves, filed out in a row, and they were distributed on the side and rear of the carriage.

Zhao Wuxi could still see from a distance that inside the palace gate, Ji Ying in red and Le Lingzi in green and yellow were holding hands with each other, looking over here, and seeing that Zhao Wuxi was safe, his face was filled with joy. .

Buchan approached slowly, everyone raised their heads~lightnovelpub.net~ just facing the east corner of the rising sun, the dazzling light pierced their eyes, they only knew that the people on Buchan were shrouded by the sun wheel, and they were facing the sun. He raised his head slightly, feeling the warmth of autumn.

Zhao Wuxi suddenly felt that he seemed to be sitting on a mysterious bird, flying from the sun.

Bu Nian stopped at the top of the stairs, and the Chinese people in the lower palace finally saw the face of the sitting person: it was a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard and chest. It is as sharp and majestic as a tiger who has just woken up from a deep sleep. He is dressed as a nobleman of a big country, with a crown of travel, black and red, hanging jade, and a bronze long sword with ornate spikes.

He is Zhao Yang, the lord of the lower palace, and the "autumn sun of the Zhao family!"

ps: The relationship between Shaohao Xuanniao and Yin Shang and Ying Zhao is the author's own research, which is basically consistent with archaeological discoveries, dedication records, and the conjectures of the current mainstream art circles. (To be continued..)

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