C7

Lou Zigui looked at the dispirited Su Wenxi and spoke slowly. "There are two more entrances behind Fringe City. Both of them were built out of danger, so they're easy to defend against."

"What if the fodder is broken and the door is opened from the inside?" Su Wenxi asked, unwilling to give up. Since ancient times, what a country feared the most was not an enemy, but a traitor. As the saying goes, things will first rot, and then the insects will grow.

Jing Ji scratched his head and looked at Ziying.

"The people of the border city and its border area are all mixed up. Half of them are foreigners, and the other half are Chinese." "The people at the last two stages are all members of the imperial court."

After Su Wenxi came to a realization, she asked in a daze, "So the general of Fringe City was sent to his death by the Emperor?"

Are you sure? Half of it is on the territory of the Others, guarding the gates under the eyes of others. Isn't that the same as going to the land of lions to graze the sheep? This was a miracle!

Lou Zigui pursed his lips but didn't reply.

Su Wenxi was stunned for a moment and suddenly asked, "The other side took over the city. Half of the Han people, are they not courting death as well? Aren't you afraid of opening the city gates once you wake up? "

"The outsiders occupy a city," he said slowly. "The first thing we've done since the beginning was to massacre the city!"

He still clearly remembered the edge city where the sun was blood-red and filled with corpses. It was no longer a living border city, but a bloody hell. In the following nights, he dreamt of struggling and sinking in the river of blood, unable to free himself.

Su Wenxi rubbed her arms coldly.

Slaughter a city? Is there a mistake? Were they the ancestors of the Japanese? Aren't you afraid of losing all descendants? He could even do something as exorbitant as this!

How did he know so much about bean sprouts? The tone and expression he had just spoken …

"Bean …" "Ziying?"

Lou Zigui raised his head and looked at him with a sorrowful expression.

Su Wenxi shivered. Suppressing the strange feeling in her heart, she asked, "Do you know Nanjing?"

Lou Zigui stared blankly at Su Wenxi with a puzzled expression. "What kind of place is Nanjing?"

Su Wenxi carefully examined his expression, but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. She asked in disappointment, "You don't know Nanjing?"

"Since ancient times, there has only been one country, the Southern Cool Kingdom, located south of the current dynasty, separated by a river," he said. Hundreds of years ago, they were invaded by the non-humankind, and their entire country was destroyed in one night. The entire city was slaughtered. "

Su Wenxi replied with an "Oh". She was not ashamed at all as she said, "I think it's because my impression is bad. It turns out to be the Southern Lion Country."

"…" She did not even learn "Cold" that day?

He silently turned around to look at the bookshelves, looking for the books he was interested in one by one.

This Scripture Pavilion was indeed rich. He had come across several books and was extremely excited. He thought that the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets seemed to be a good place to go these past few days.

Su Wenxi was only interested in the current situation and asked Jing Ji, "Which senior brother is in charge of the Scripture Pavilion? I want to find a few books of travel, can you help me find them, senior brother? "

Jing Ji immediately said, "I'll go call Senior Jing Xin over."

When Su Wenxi heard that it was Senior Jing Xin, she quickly said, "Forget it, there's no need to trouble Senior Jing Xin. Anyway, it's very hot outside and the pavilion is very refreshing, we can just slowly flip through inside."

Jing Ji looked at Su Wenxi with a puzzled expression. Seeing that she insisted, he replied, "Oh, then I'll help you look for it!"

Su Wenxi had never liked reading before. Although his results weren't bad, he didn't want to take another step forward. On the other hand, Ye Zichen browsed through one or two novels with his phone, and was quite displeased when he saw the dense text. Moreover, not to mention the fact that many of the books in this pavilion were yellow with dust on them, just looking at the complicated calligraphy was enough to give one a headache. As a result, although he was flipping through it, he was not very serious.

He kept looking around without resting, asking, "Which side do you think we should run to if it's a war?" To the south? North? East? Or west? "

On the other side, Lou Zigui was somewhat speechless as he glanced at Su Wenxi through the bookshelves. He felt that this little girl was really worrying about nothing, so he said, "Even if we pass through two hurdles, the first one to take over would be the capital, then this place!"

In other words, if the enemy wanted to reach this point, they would have to at least occupy the capital first? So the Emperor was the one who bore the brunt of the attack? Therefore, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to eat anymore. He should be the emperor himself!

Su Wenxi was suddenly enlightened. She beamed as she looked through the layers of books at the half-collapsed face of Lou Zigui, who was seriously flipping through the bookshelves. "You're right!" "Ziying is really a cute kid!"

"…"

Su Wenxi, who had suddenly relaxed, rubbed her chin.

In that case, whether or not he would be able to escape would depend on the emperor's intentions. Then, what she needed to do now was to plan a escape route and take advantage of this time to transfer her wealth. If necessary, she should find a safe place to buy real estate and use it.

Think about those transmigrated women, which one of them is not to clean up their house, be good at scheming, and even be able to handle business? Although Su Family was not expensive, and she wanted to become a prodigal rich second-generation that could flaunt their wealth, without using a reality show to become famous throughout the country, what …

The more Su Wenxi thought about it, the more she felt that she should do something as impressive as those seniors who had transmigrated.

"Ah, Ziying, what kind of business is it in this dynasty?" He suddenly asked Ziying.

Of course, Ziying was stunned by her question. Business?

Su Wenxi looked at the rules through the bookcase and realized that it was just a little kid, okay? A bookworm like him, do you know how much he is?

Waving his hands, he said, "Take it as if I didn't ask! Look at your book! "

But to be honest, doing business was not exactly what she expected. The flower shop that she and her friend owned was also opened by her and her friend. She had never managed the accounts before, and she knew that the amount added or subtracted from her account was being changed.

So, it was a headache!

If they did not do business, but chose a different route, what kind of business could the dynasty do?

However, what did her family business, which was as big as Old Master Su's, rely on? The land you rent? How bitter was it for a farmer's uncle to become a tycoon? She had no idea that he must have sold his land to become a tycoon, and that he definitely did not grow it. The question was, was her father selling or farming?

Su Wenxi suddenly realized that after so many years of drinking and being a hooligan, she actually didn't even know how Old Master Su's large golden barrel was filled. Wasn't it too much of a failure?

Su Wenxi was in a dilemma when she suddenly heard a crisp "pa" sound. It gave her a fright. When he looked back, the sound had already traveled far away from the bookshelf in the direction of Ziying. When he looked over, he only saw the figure of the person stooping down. It was likely that the person had accidentally knocked down a book.

Su Wenxi nervously looked out the window and suppressed her voice to remind him. "If you were more careful, would you know?" Jing Xin, that big bald little rascal, last time, because I knocked off a bamboo book, you didn't blame me for breaking the thread, but after letting it go for so many years, it's already rotten to the core. It's normal for you to fall one or two pieces, but you actually scolded me with a smelly face, not caring about your little friend at all! "

He bent down and picked up a piece of wood. The yellow surface of the wood had mottled black characters on it, so he couldn't quite make out the marks on it. Yet, with the wooden piece in his hand, he placed it behind the bookshelf that Su Wenxi and Jing Ji couldn't see, into his sleeve.

After lunch, Su Wenxi, who woke up early, felt that she lacked energy, so she urged Old Master Su to go back to the Guest Clan for a nap.

The air on the mountain was cool and refreshing. In addition to the greenery surrounding the Guest Clan, the Guest Clan was cool and cozy with a sense of serenity. Not long after Lili was put to bed, she fell into a deep slumber.

On the other side, Lou Zigui still went to the Pavilion of Classics.

Dong Yan was still waiting outside. He pushed open the door to the pavilion and walked in, only to see the gray-clothed abbot, Hong Guang, inside. He seemed to be rummaging through a bookshelf as he turned around with a book in his hand.

Due to the memories of his past life, he had an inexplicable feeling about this host. He respectfully greeted him and stood to the side.

Hong Guang smiled and said, "Are you here to look for a book?"

"Yes."

"There's a lot of scripture language in this pavilion, so it's hard for you to be interested in these."

"There are many warnings in the Buddhist scriptures. Don't worry about yourself." Ziying's brows furrowed as he spoke.

Hong Guang was surprised and looked at the child a few times. The words of a warning rhinoceros should not come from a child's mouth.

After examining it for a while, he asked, "You, are you from Fringe City?"

"Yes sir!"

Hong Guang pondered for a moment and asked again: "Is it Benefactor Zhao Mingting's residence?"

"..." "Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Six years old."

"Your parents …"

"The death of Ziying's parents since he was a child. "Father has always brought me with him …"

Hong Guang did not ask any further. After a sound, he said gently, "It's fate for you to enter this door today. There is a wooden box on the horizontal shelf of the second row of bookshelves. If you like it, it can be considered as your property. "If you don't like it, you can look for a fated one in the future."

"Thank you for hosting it!"

Thus, Hong Guang took the book and walked outside.

Lou Zigui stared at Hong Guang's back, lost in thought. "You know my foster father?"

Hong Guang stopped and did not look back. He said in a deep voice: "It seems like a lifetime since I entered the buddhist world. Even though you are young, your heart is heavy. Do not force yourself to do anything, and be at ease. "

He stared blankly at the direction Hong Guang had gone, his heart in a state of turmoil.

On that day, when he was on the verge of death, he heard Hong Guang sigh and say in a low voice: "If you had agreed to go to the Su Mansion that day, how could you be the cause of disaster today? "If we leave this place, it will be hard for us to leave this place. All the calamities will be reduced to dust …"

If Hong Guang didn't know who he was, how would he know that he ran back to the Su Mansion that day?

The massacre in the city that day was clearly a calamity, why did the calamity arise because of him?

When he woke up from his rebirth, he would think about what Hong Guang had said before he died and find it increasingly strange. Thus, on the road to Su Mansion, he hardened his heart and gave up any thoughts of returning, determined to investigate his Su Mansion to the end.