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Chapter 26 Chapter 30
In front of the glass cabinet, she looked back at Shen Ce, wondering why he didn't say anything.
He gave a belated reply: "The scabbard is gone and cannot be checked."
She couldn't help but put her hand on the glass, which was a pity: "So this is the ancestor of the Shen family?"
"No, he has no queen."
She was suddenly drained of blood, and her mind was chaotic for a moment...
Shen Ce added: "He is someone who is not on the Shen family tree."
"why?"
"Before he died, he told the four sides that he was not a son of the Shen family," he said. "These two weapons are placed here to guard this place. There is a saying in ancient times that those who lead the general star will guard one side of the water and earth and the common people. The Shen family thinks they will be willing to guard here for the master."
It's not actually a real Shen clan...
She walked around the display cabinet of the sword, walked halfway, and got closer to the sword: "I have already reached the step of conferring the king, but there is no future."
"This is the case for most of the generals, guarding one side of the people, but it is difficult to kill the evil for a lifetime. In history, famous generals rarely end well," Shen Ce comforted her when she saw that she was uneasy, "Fortunately, the merit of saving people is greater, and the future generations will be better. What a blessing."
For example, his own experience belongs to persistent obsession, seeking the consequences of his own suffering.
Cause and effect reincarnation, all beings are equal. Everyone has to forget their past, but if he refuses, he will naturally be punished. On the other hand, he was still a general in his last life, and his experience was comparable to that of ordinary people, and it was normal that he could not survive all the time.
"Isn't there a solution?" She read history, and she has always been unhappy about this. "I mean the world."
It's just a blessing for the future, the past life was too pitiful.
Shen Ce said: "In terms of numerology, 'Jiangxing' and 'Huagai' often appear in the same person. Those who are destined to have a general star are both civil and military, have high positions of authority, and are the pillars of the country. Those who are destined to have Huagai are proud of their studies. The best solution is to be a monk and a Taoist.β
"Let's go home?"
"You can also take it as a seclusion."
No matter which life he is, he will be the star canopy. Under the influence of the canopy, he is often the son of the house, and he has the fate of being an orphan.
It was as if he was telling her about his destiny.
Shen Ce left the showcase.
She glanced at the knife reluctantly and followed in Shen Ce's footsteps. It seems that Shen Ce doesn't intend to let her look here, at least not tonight. "You haven't said what his name is?"
"Who?" He didn't seem to understand.
"Master of the knife." She asked reluctantly.
"It's impossible to check, a person who is not on the genealogy."
"Then how do you know the names of these swords?" Not even the owner's name could be found.
He didn't smile.
Usually this smile is telling her that what she just said is probably fake.
Only this time, she was willing to believe that what he said was true, the story surrounding the sword.
There were two girls on the second floor cleaning up. Seeing them coming, one of them smiled and said, "It's all ready."
After all, leave on your own.
More than half of the second floor is a bookcase that goes straight to the ceiling. Among them, there are hundreds of thousands of genuine, rare and manuscript books, not only related to the Shen family, but also ancient books collected over several generations, including many isolated manuscripts. The things in this building have never been publicized. During the war, part of the book collection was burned down due to the bombing, which is quite a pity.
On the bookshelf side, the dehumidifier and air conditioner are on.
A room in Lindong has a desk and a tea seat for people to rest.
Someone hung a piece of rice paper that filled the wall, and the pen and ink were ready. She guessed, he brought himself to write?
Shen Ce said: "The two Shen families have agreed that they will worship their ancestors every ten years. Ten years ago, your cousin took the lead, this time we will take the lead. I will donate part of my private collection this time. Not only us, The family friends of the Shen family will also make donations together."
It has been ten years since the last ancestor worship.
"Do you want to donate those two swords too?" Her heart was already sheathed, and she received their shadows in her heart, and she was reluctant.
He was silent for a moment. The lights on the second floor also seemed to be dimmed.
"They might prefer to stay here," he said.
He turned his back, picked up a pen and dipped in ink, first sketched the Yellow River and Yangtze River, and then clicked on Chang'an, Luoyang, Chaisang and Jiankang.
"This time, the donations are mainly from the collections of the Shen family, most of which were made after the Han Dynasty and before the Sui Dynasty."
With ink on the pen, she drew a picture of the era that disappeared in the long river of time and space for her: "The central part of the Han Dynasty is the origin of our family, and it is often called Middle Earth, China, or Huaxia."
The man standing in front of the rice paper painted the map of the world that used to hang in the military camp and the palace all the year round.
"After the Han Dynasty, the Middle Earth was divided and merged. When the Shen family grew, the world was divided into five parts..."
His strokes paused a littleβ
However, there are two places that cannot be plundered by heroic soldiers, Chang'an Zhou Sheng in the north, and Chaisang Shen Ce in the south.
...
At first, Chaisang was located in several small countries, like an isolated land island, far away from the capital. And because it is an important town, it is naturally coveted by several forces. Today is yours, the day after tomorrow is his, and the land that should be rich has been plundered. Therefore, Shen Ce and the young Zhaozhao were used to seeing Aihong walking all over the place and dying of starvation.
It was his childhood ambition to join the army and set the world.
Before Shen Ce, military power was extremely scattered. From the age of fifteen, Shen Ce made extraordinary achievements, leading the initial Shen family army of 5,000 people to conquer the southwest all the way, using all means to concentrate the military power, and at the age of twenty-three, he unified the south.
Since then, the north-south pattern has been distinct.
"At that time, the north and the south faced each other and did not invade each other. The biggest enemy in the north was Rouran, who was further north." Therefore, whenever King Xiao Nanchen, who was stationed in Chang'an, sent troops, he would know Chai Sang, and Shen Ce would hold his troops.
"The enemy in the south is in the west, Tuyuhun, and the Gupta Dynasty and its vassals farther away." So when he wants to send troops, he will first reach a tacit understanding with Chang'an.
In this picture, there are important towns, ancient place names, and rivers.
Shen Ce was the leader of the army. He kept the mountains, lakes, rivers and mountains in his heart, and it was more abundant than just one place name. He would draw tiny stretches of mountains, basins and lakes, and each major town would be drawn as a small city.
"Rouran, Tuyuhun, and North and South, is there one less?" she asked. The Gupta dynasty was India, not counting it.
"There are also the Southwest Yi tribe, so five points."
She nodded.
"But soon the north split into two countries and then six points."
After the death of King Xiao Nanchen, the north was quickly split into two countries, fighting against each other every day, consuming each other. And Shen Ce wanted to take this opportunity to fight across the river, push the territory northward to the Yellow River Basin, settle the world and calm the chaos...
Time and life.
The shadow of a pair of ink painting rivers and mountains unfolded before her eyes.
What Shen Ce said were all ancient place names. Some of them had heard of them, some of them had not. She followed him to identify the rivers and mountains.
He looked at this hastily completed map of China's geography: "The Han Dynasty was still martial. After the Han Dynasty, there were still famous generals, military power often suppressed imperial power, and dynasties were changed frequently. The world here is only a temporary picture."
Sometimes in just a few years, it's a different story.
She took a closer look, and he drew more detail on the southern border: "Are you more familiar with the terrain in the south?"
He admitted: "The ancestor worship is in the early summer, are you interested in drawing a picture of the rivers and mountains south of the Yangtze River with me?"
Like the Qingming Riverside Map? Or a thousand miles of rivers and mountains?
"Where to start? Where?"
"From Chaisang to Putuo."
She wondered how he knew that he could draw. It should have been said by her mother, so she readily agreed: "Okay, you will be the main writer."
Shen Ce's skills are much deeper than hers, and she is familiar with this period of history. From the mountains, rivers, rocks, and trees that he drew with a few strokes, she couldn't wait to see a long scroll of rivers and mountains.
Zhaozhao's finger was near Chaisang, and he walked down to find the location of Taizhou.
"Linhai County," she read her ancient name, "is it related to that King Jiang Lin?"
All with a Pro.
The person behind didn't answer.
Zhaozhao turned back and saw the shadows of trees whirling, branches and leaves swaying outside the window behind him, accompanied by the sound of rustling rain.
She was so fascinated by this picture that she didn't even notice the falling rain. Zhaozhao wanted to close the window, afraid that the wind and rain would come in and wet the paper hanging on the wall. He took his wrist over, Shen Ce changed a pen, turned his back to the rain, and dipped in cinnabar ink.
She thought he was going to mark the capital with this.
The eyebrows are cool.
In front of her is his finger holding the pen, so close that she can clearly see his clear palm lines...
"To ward off evil spirits," he said.
The soft tip of the pen stayed on her eyebrows for a few seconds.
Zhao Zhao was stunned, thinking it was warm, not cinnabar ink, but more like... warm blood. He immediately wiped it off with his thumb, and it was not clean once, but after dipping it in the tea water on the side, he wiped it twice and finally wiped it off. She didn't even have time to look.
Shen Ce was silently washing the pen.
In the past, he used to give Zhaozhao some cinnabar to ward off evil spirits in the new year.
Ever since he became king, he hasn't done it again. Because the vermilion pen on the bookcase was the one he checked for beheading the prisoner, and he thought it was unlucky to give her some cinnabar with his own hand. One day, after listening to a monk from the Gupta Dynasty preaching the scriptures, she insisted and asked him to paint cinnabar for herself as she did when she was a child. , but disappeared for a day.
Later, chatted with the abbot of Luojia Mountain, and then realized another meaning. In the Gupta Dynasty, it was called auspicious mole. On the wedding day, men would put it on the woman with their own hands after the ceremony...
She looked at the ink sketched world again, like seeing a shadow, like a log-colored screen with lights folded behind her, from the mountains to the water, to the shadow curtain... She felt a little suffocated, slowly relieved, and then Look at the rain, even bigger.
Shen Ce was packing up his pen, his silhouette in a white shirt, his thin face, and the rain curtain behind him merged into a painting. Maybe he talked too much history, which reminded her of the general in white on the river...
"Brother, do you think we all have previous lives?"
His hand was on the last pen, stopped.
"If so, in your last life," she believed in reincarnation, and after chatting with him about the owner of the sword, she believed even more, "It should be a general. Wen Neng's pen is the kind that settles the world, and Wu Neng sets up the world."
His fingers slowly rubbed along the barrel of the pen, smiled and raised his eyes: "In your eyes, am I so good?"
certainly.
The night rain was hitting the leaves, and she could see the branches swaying in the wind.
Lightning suddenly ripped apart the night sky, and Shen Ce looked away when the thunder fell. He picked up the suit jacket that was on the side, and came back to her from the window, as if he was brewing a sentence that was extremely difficult to say. She had a hunch.
When he opened his mouth, it was normal: "Sleep by yourself at night, are you afraid?"
"...That's not what you want to say." She intuitively dismantled it.
He smiled.
There were lightning and thunder, and the wind and rain were noisy, but the two of them were quiet, and there was no language exchange.
He didn't give her a chance to ask questions, and glanced out the window: "Come to accompany you in the middle of the night."
"What should I do if someone sees me in the morning?"
He thought, "Let's go before dawn."
"...Then are you still asleep?"
He put his arms around her shoulders and walked out: "Watching you sleep."