A person's life will decline after a long period of prosperity, and will die if it is exhausted, and fall into reincarnation?

It is like the life, death, prosperity and prosperity of plants, fire cannot burn it, and spring begins again.

As for the ecology of plants, trees, people and animals, links and cycles, and cause and effect are unhappy.

Is this the way of heaven or superstition?

Who knows?

Who is going against it?

...

In April of the eighth year of Zhenguan, the sun was clear.

The Emperor's Hanyuan Palace discusses politics and state affairs.

It was almost noon, and the sun shone brightly.

After entering the hall, the colorful rhymes and glazed glasses, the emperor was startled and brought civil and military ministers outside the hall.

I saw a colorful light flying in the sky, brilliant and colorful.

The colorful light is like a portrait of an axe, and the arc falls into the eastern suburbs, the shadow of the bow is diagonally facing the east, and the afterglow is like a rainbow.

In a moment, the bow shadow disappeared.

The emperor looked at the sky and was displeased, and all the ministers were confused.

Only Changsun Sikong came out of his squad and knelt down and said, "I am calling your Majesty. This is a sign of being able to govern the world. It is a sign of being happy to congratulate the world!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, you must conquer the six directions..."

The ministers knelt down to congratulate him. Emperor Long was very happy and asked the ministers to calm down. He smiled and said, "I sent a decree to the Ministry of Rites to visit the capable ministers born in the eastern suburbs, and welcome the capable ministers back to the palace for training..."

...

Dijiazhuang, eastern suburbs of Chang'an.

"ah"

A scream shocked Houzhuang.

The attic in Houzhuang is covered with blue tiles and red walls, lattice doors and windows, red painted white paper, and rice paper is attached to the doors and windows and the inside and outside swelling.

It's like the wind blowing, like resonance.

Zhenyin woke everyone gathered under the attic window.

In a daze, everyone took back their gazes looking up at Caikong and turned to the voice.

More than a dozen people focused on the gray figure who was huddled on the ground with their heads in their arms, and their anger gradually became even worse.

The man in gray was not careful, squinting his tears in pain, trembling with fog, showing his shaking elbows, clamping a clear sky to the base, and a costume detective who drew his sword to face him?

Is this Di Pu, killing someone with a knife?

Disregard human life?

Although Di Pu, as the head of the Chang'an Prefecture, ordered more than a hundred constables to patrol the chief Andong.

Joint defense of public security, arrest and handle cases.

All are under the jurisdiction of power.

But Di Pu did not have the power to kill.

Unless Di Pu forced someone to resist and refused to arrest and kill...

"Ah, headache, the back of the head is broken..."

Wang Langjun vaguely identified the burly Di Pu, remembering Ruohong's attack, and was in pain.

Pretend? Di Pu pulled out the Tang sword at his waist and slowly raised it. The blade reflected the sunlight, and accompanied his eyes to the little thief's face and scolded: "The bad guy."

You peek at the lady for a bath, and your sins should be cut in half!”

Shrimp?

Peeping lady taking a shower?

Wang Langjun turned around in shock and looked at the stilted foot building on the left side of the independent attic on the right, remembering it.

It seems that I just walked downstairs and got into the love luck.

Is this a crime that is in half?

Thinking of this, Wang Langjun turned around with the pain and opened his eyes wide to look at Di Pu's raising the golden sword in his hand. He was shocked and thrilled.

This is a real guy.

Used to cut the body in half, cut it twice, and it will not kill people, but it will hurt people to death?

That feeling...

This feels more miserable and disgusting than falling into a treasure, seeing countless gold, silver, jewelry, pearls and agate, dazzling but greedy but dying.

Is this a big gift?

Burning the funeral.

No, there is still help...

There is no help either?

Want to survive, Wang Langjun thought of his master, an old carpenter with superb skills...

"It's useless to look at the front yard. That old craftsman can't save you."

Di Pu smiled and contempt.

Wang Langjun was surprised and looked at the dozen Dijiazhuang guards around him glared.

These people were big and thick, protecting the left and right of Mr. Di, Di Kui, and blocked the vision of looking towards the eastern front yard.

The old craftsman was busy working in the front yard to make a birthday bed, incense table, and set up a stage for Di Kui.

Di Kui's birthday is over after the month, so he must invite the famous old craftsman to go to the village to make birthday banquet utensils.

The old craftsman brought Wang Langjun to him.

The problem is that when Wang Langjun was ten years old, he chased the cattle and went deep into the mountains and forests and lost his way.

I am in a panic and afraid of being helpless.

In the end, Wang Langjun fainted in the forest and caught the old craftsman's head passing by the forest to save Wang Langjun's life.

After Wang Langjun woke up, he shouted to go home. The old craftsman used his food and skills to tempt Wang Langjun to board the pirate ship.

Since then, Wang Langjun has become a free laborer for the old craftsman.

The old craftsman is not afraid of Wang Langjun escaping.

Because Wang Langjun had no identity and tokens to pass the pass, and passed through the city and town, once he was arrested by the officers and soldiers, he would be in jail, and his life would be bleak.

Just don't know whether it is true or not?

So Wang Langjun did not dare to escape.

In addition, Wang Langjun was thinking about learning the carpenter skills of Lao Jiangtou, and had a full meal and followed Lao Jiangtou for nearly five years.

Now it has become the slavery of the old craftsman, but the old craftsman has not stabbed the word slavery on Wang Langjun's face, and it is only implemented.

Tattooes are used to distinguish slavery from prisoners.

It usually pricks on the left cheek.

But Wang Langjun's identity was slavery. He had been working for five years on the old craftsman and could not do anything except cut wood.

Handyman, child labor...

I was previously dominated by the old craftsman to check the rotten wooden pillars under the stilt house, and measure the length and thickness so that I can prepare materials and replace them.

I never thought of running into the lady of the Di family bathing in a stilt house... I just heard the sound of water and felt a pain in the back of my head.

He heard a cry: "Catch the thief..."

He was arrested on the spot and beaten up.

This becomes a voyeuristic woman. Even if she is not a voyeuristic woman to take a bath, it is a serious crime.

Once a crime is determined, the minority of the crime will be punished by a scepter, and the worst of the crime will be punished by a slaughter.

At the same time, it also ruined the reputation of the lady, lost her virginity and could not marry, or committed suicide by hanging herself...

If the old craftsman knew about peeping at the lady's bathing, the old craftsman, who was young, had a violent temper that had become a military nutrition, was beaten up.

That casserole-like fist made Wang Langjun shiver in search of memories, and the shadow of fear was possessed?

This is the result of serving tea, water, cooking and serving the old craftsmen day and night for five years?

It seems that there is no chance to count on the old craftsman to help him... No, is there any problem here?

Could it be that the craftsman is coming out...
To be continued...