Chapter 1670
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In addition to reunion, the significance of new year's festival to the people of Daxia is also of great significance, that is, the memory and memorial of ancestors.
As Zhao Yu once said, the Daxia people do not worship ghosts and gods, do not believe in gods and Buddhas, but only worship their ancestors and remember their martyrs.
As the ruler of the great Xia Dynasty, the Zhao family is sparsely populated, with only a few people. As the great emperor today, Zhao Yu goes to two places every afternoon.
The first is the jingling mausoleum outside Shenjing City, where the former crown prince Zhao Jing and the old empress dowager are buried. The second place is the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou Wancheng city and the hill outside the city.
Because it was Zhao Yu's mother's burial place.
In fact, some memories will not become blurred with the passage of time, but will become more and more clear, just like the gentle and strong figure in the mind of the young emperor who is sitting in a carriage and driving under the yellow leaves in Qingyi lane at this time, which is more and more clear under the precipitation of time.
"Po ah, when I was a child, my mother used to tell us that even if I could avoid a little cold rain with one umbrella, I could not avoid the whole rainy season, so I need to support each other."
After the carriage stopped steadily at the gate of Qingyi lane, Zhao Yu's voice continued to ring. Then Liang Po nodded and said in a rare way:
"Your Majesty, I miss my mother."
"I want to."
When the emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. He opened his hand and tore open the transmission scroll. The flying body of the emperor's robe, together with Liang Po's polished head and burly body, slowly disappeared into the transmission flowers that rushed into the sky.
From the beginning to the end, the young emperor and Liang Po were just like two people holding umbrellas under the storm, supporting each other and never giving up.
As the sun slants to the west, over the sky of Shenjing City, fireworks blooming at every hour of the lunar new year are once again in full bloom and more gorgeous. What is more lively than the roar of fireworks is the laughter from every household.
It is true that the larger the family and the larger the population, the more lively the new year's day will be. By contrast, some large families with a large number of families and a small number of people seem a little lonely.
"Second sister, actually I don't like New Year's day."
In the backyard of the Wei government, a low voice sounded from among the lush trees. Then Xu Hao narrowed his eyes, let the setting sun above him sprinkle on his young face, and continued to say:
"it's just normal. Every new year's day, there are only a few people in his family. It seems that he is always reminding us that you are lonely."
After Xu Hao's voice fell, Xu Jin, a slender figure on one side, raised her drooping eyes, and the response came out:
"this year, my grandfather is here, and it's a lot of fun."
After that, Xu Jin turned her head, looked at her younger brother's increasingly mature face, and continued:
"all the children in Zizhu Lane have agreed that they will get together in our house after the new year's Eve dinner. Heipi and Xiaoyuan will come."
Xu Hao's face was a little excited, and his voice improved a lot. Then it came out:
"since the bloody battle in Beihai a few years ago, we children in Zizhu Lane have gone to different places one after another. Many people haven't seen one side in the whole year. I just want to see if Heipi's cultivation has improved."
"Heipi joined the barbarian army. In just one year, he has been promoted to captain. Xu Hao, you are not enough to be beaten by one hand."
Xu Jin's slow voice directly poured cold water on Xu Hao. Then she raised her hand and patted the latter on the shoulder. A soft voice immediately sounded:
"you don't have to belittle yourself. Every stage of our practitioners is not the same, and it's not all a steady rise. Different stages have different things to do.
"Black skin's age is the most accumulated stage, and you are still young and in the accumulation stage, so you can't compare with each other."
After that, Xu Jin raised her head and looked at the sun, which was almost submerged under the horizon. With a puzzled voice, she said:
"when the children of Zizhu Lane come, I don't know whether the elder sister will participate or not."
"Elder sister is always easygoing. If there is no call in the palace at night, she should come. By the way, what about elder sister?"
As Xu Hao's questioning voice fell, Xu Jin continued to walk forward, and the response voice sounded:
"the elder sister is still at the mausoleum in the back mountain. You should know that when her parents had an accident, you and I were still young, so even the memory was a little vague. But the elder sister is different. She has a deep memory of her parents, so the elder sister has a deep feeling for her parents."
As the voice fell, the two brothers and sisters of the Wei government sighed together. Then, with the sound of fireworks, some of them disappeared into the vast but few people's Avenue.
If we talk about the whole Shenjing City, who is the most desolate during the new year's festival, then only one old man and three young people, Duke Xu's family of Wei, can be ranked in the forefront.
In the winter of Shenjing City, once the sun has a sign of sinking below the horizon, the world will fall into darkness in a moment.But the night is what the festival really looks like!
At night, the vast sky of the vast land of China is completely filled with gorgeous fireworks. The colorful lights not only cover up the stars above the sky, but also complement the lights above the ground.
This is undoubtedly a magnificent sight, because both the stars in the sky and the sea of stars on earth are the masterpieces of the Xia people.
Although there is no end to human resources, once the collective effort is used to create a great feat comparable to Tiangong, the shock will be more direct to the hearts of the people.
In front of a mausoleum, a slender shadow stands quietly in the backyard of Zhenyu mansion.
The colorful fireworks streamer, reflected on Xu Qing's delicate face, also makes the girl's worry in her eyes at this time, no doubt.
No one knows the girl's worries, only in the dead of night.
In fact, since joining the Tianhui army, Xu Qing, as the commander of the Tianhui army, has never shown any similar emotions in front of other people.
Because in front of all people, she is calm and extraordinary, bold and calm Windrunner!
As the taboo of Dai tianxinghui, he should be as strong as the sun and kill all evil spirits.
Tianhui Dayi will never show her vulnerability unless it is a dark, dark and invisible night.
"Boom boom!"
One after another, fireworks are in full bloom, and then Xu Sheng's burly body slowly appears in the shadow behind Xu Qing.
He watched his granddaughter suddenly become very thin back, full of guilt.
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In addition to reunion, the significance of new year's festival to the people of Daxia is also of great significance, that is, the memory and memorial of ancestors.
As Zhao Yu once said, the Daxia people do not worship ghosts and gods, do not believe in gods and Buddhas, but only worship their ancestors and remember their martyrs.
As the ruler of the great Xia Dynasty, the Zhao family is sparsely populated, with only a few people. As the great emperor today, Zhao Yu goes to two places every afternoon.
The first is the jingling mausoleum outside Shenjing City, where the former crown prince Zhao Jing and the old empress dowager are buried. The second place is the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou Wancheng city and the hill outside the city.
Because it was Zhao Yu's mother's burial place.
In fact, some memories will not become blurred with the passage of time, but will become more and more clear, just like the gentle and strong figure in the mind of the young emperor who is sitting in a carriage and driving under the yellow leaves in Qingyi lane at this time, which is more and more clear under the precipitation of time.
"Po ah, when I was a child, my mother used to tell us that even if I could avoid a little cold rain with one umbrella, I could not avoid the whole rainy season, so I need to support each other."
After the carriage stopped steadily at the gate of Qingyi lane, Zhao Yu's voice continued to ring. Then Liang Po nodded and said in a rare way:
"Your Majesty, I miss my mother."
"I want to."
When the emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. He opened his hand and tore open the transmission scroll. The flying body of the emperor's robe, together with Liang Po's polished head and burly body, slowly disappeared into the transmission flowers that rushed into the sky.
From the beginning to the end, the young emperor and Liang Po were just like two people holding umbrellas under the storm, supporting each other and never giving up.
As the sun slants to the west, over the sky of Shenjing City, fireworks blooming at every hour of the lunar new year are once again in full bloom and more gorgeous. What is more lively than the roar of fireworks is the laughter from every household.
It is true that the larger the family and the larger the population, the more lively the new year's day will be. By contrast, some large families with a large number of families and a small number of people seem a little lonely.
"Second sister, actually I don't like New Year's day."
In the backyard of the Wei government, a low voice sounded from among the lush trees. Then Xu Hao narrowed his eyes, let the setting sun above him sprinkle on his young face, and continued to say:
"it's just normal. Every new year's day, there are only a few people in his family. It seems that he is always reminding us that you are lonely."
After Xu Hao's voice fell, Xu Jin, a slender figure on one side, raised her drooping eyes, and the response came out:
"this year, my grandfather is here, and it's a lot of fun."
After that, Xu Jin turned her head, looked at her younger brother's increasingly mature face, and continued:
"all the children in Zizhu Lane have agreed that they will get together in our house after the new year's Eve dinner. Heipi and Xiaoyuan will come."
Xu Hao's face was a little excited, and his voice improved a lot. Then it came out:
"since the bloody battle in Beihai a few years ago, we children in Zizhu Lane have gone to different places one after another. Many people haven't seen one side in the whole year. I just want to see if Heipi's cultivation has improved."
"Heipi joined the barbarian army. In just one year, he has been promoted to captain. Xu Hao, you are not enough to be beaten by one hand."
Xu Jin's slow voice directly poured cold water on Xu Hao. Then she raised her hand and patted the latter on the shoulder. A soft voice immediately sounded:
"you don't have to belittle yourself. Every stage of our practitioners is not the same, and it's not all a steady rise. Different stages have different things to do.
"Black skin's age is the most accumulated stage, and you are still young and in the accumulation stage, so you can't compare with each other."
After that, Xu Jin raised her head and looked at the sun, which was almost submerged under the horizon. With a puzzled voice, she said:
"when the children of Zizhu Lane come, I don't know whether the elder sister will participate or not."
"Elder sister is always easygoing. If there is no call in the palace at night, she should come. By the way, what about elder sister?"
As Xu Hao's questioning voice fell, Xu Jin continued to walk forward, and the response voice sounded:
"the elder sister is still at the mausoleum in the back mountain. You should know that when her parents had an accident, you and I were still young, so even the memory was a little vague. But the elder sister is different. She has a deep memory of her parents, so the elder sister has a deep feeling for her parents."
As the voice fell, the two brothers and sisters of the Wei government sighed together. Then, with the sound of fireworks, some of them disappeared into the vast but few people's Avenue.
If we talk about the whole Shenjing City, who is the most desolate during the new year's festival, then only one old man and three young people, Duke Xu's family of Wei, can be ranked in the forefront.
In the winter of Shenjing City, once the sun has a sign of sinking below the horizon, the world will fall into darkness in a moment.But the night is what the festival really looks like!
At night, the vast sky of the vast land of China is completely filled with gorgeous fireworks. The colorful lights not only cover up the stars above the sky, but also complement the lights above the ground.
This is undoubtedly a magnificent sight, because both the stars in the sky and the sea of stars on earth are the masterpieces of the Xia people.
Although there is no end to human resources, once the collective effort is used to create a great feat comparable to Tiangong, the shock will be more direct to the hearts of the people.
In front of a mausoleum, a slender shadow stands quietly in the backyard of Zhenyu mansion.
The colorful fireworks streamer, reflected on Xu Qing's delicate face, also makes the girl's worry in her eyes at this time, no doubt.
No one knows the girl's worries, only in the dead of night.
In fact, since joining the Tianhui army, Xu Qing, as the commander of the Tianhui army, has never shown any similar emotions in front of other people.
Because in front of all people, she is calm and extraordinary, bold and calm Windrunner!
As the taboo of Dai tianxinghui, he should be as strong as the sun and kill all evil spirits.
Tianhui Dayi will never show her vulnerability unless it is a dark, dark and invisible night.
"Boom boom!"
One after another, fireworks are in full bloom, and then Xu Sheng's burly body slowly appears in the shadow behind Xu Qing.
He watched his granddaughter suddenly become very thin back, full of guilt.
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In addition to reunion, the significance of new year's festival to the people of Daxia is also of great significance, that is, the memory and memorial of ancestors. As Zhao Yu once said, the Daxia people do not worship ghosts and gods, do not believe in gods and Buddhas, but only worship their ancestors and remember their martyrs. As the ruler of the great Xia Dynasty, the Zhao family is sparsely populated, with only a few people. As the great emperor today, Zhao Yu goes to two places every afternoon. The first is the jingling mausoleum outside Shenjing City, where the former crown prince Zhao Jing and the old empress dowager are buried. The second place is the old house in Qingyi lane of Guangzhou Wancheng city and the hill outside the city. Because it was Zhao Yu's mother's burial place. In fact, some memories will not become blurred with the passage of time, but will become more and more clear, just like the gentle and strong figure in the mind of the young emperor who is sitting in a carriage and driving under the yellow leaves in Qingyi lane at this time, which is more and more clear under the precipitation of time. "Po ah, when I was a child, my mother used to tell us that even if I could avoid a little cold rain with one umbrella, I could not avoid the whole rainy season, so I need to support each other." After the carriage stopped steadily at the gate of Qingyi lane, Zhao Yu's voice continued to ring. Then Liang Po nodded and said in a rare way: "Your Majesty, I miss my mother." "I want to." When the emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu opened the curtain and stepped out of the carriage. He opened his hand and tore open the transmission scroll. The flying body of the emperor's robe, together with Liang Po's polished head and burly body, slowly disappeared into the transmission flowers that rushed into the sky. From the beginning to the end, the young emperor and Liang Po were just like two people holding umbrellas under the storm, supporting each other and never giving up. As the sun slants to the west, over the sky of Shenjing City, fireworks blooming at every hour of the lunar new year are once again in full bloom and more gorgeous. What is more lively than the roar of fireworks is the laughter from every household. It is true that the larger the family and the larger the population, the more lively the new year's day will be. By contrast, some large families with a large number of families and a small number of people seem a little lonely. "Second sister, actually I don't like New Year's day." In the backyard of the Wei government, a low voice sounded from among the lush trees. Then Xu Hao narrowed his eyes, let the setting sun above him sprinkle on his young face, and continued to say: "it's just normal. Every new year's day, there are only a few people in his family. It seems that he is always reminding us that you are lonely." After Xu Hao's voice fell, Xu Jin, a slender figure on one side, raised her drooping eyes, and the response came out: "this year, my grandfather is here, and it's a lot of fun." After that, Xu Jin turned her head, looked at her younger brother's increasingly mature face, and continued: "all the children in Zizhu Lane have agreed that they will get together in our house after the new year's Eve dinner. Heipi and Xiaoyuan will come." Xu Hao's face was a little excited, and his voice improved a lot. Then it came out: "since the bloody battle in Beihai a few years ago, we children in Zizhu Lane have gone to different places one after another. Many people haven't seen one side in the whole year. I just want to see if Heipi's cultivation has improved." "Heipi joined the barbarian army. In just one year, he has been promoted to captain. Xu Hao, you are not enough to be beaten by one hand." Xu Jin's slow voice directly poured cold water on Xu Hao. Then she raised her hand and patted the latter on the shoulder. A soft voice immediately sounded: "you don't have to belittle yourself. Every stage of our practitioners is not the same, and it's not all a steady rise. Different stages have different things to do. "Black skin's age is the most accumulated stage, and you are still young and in the accumulation stage, so you can't compare with each other." After that, Xu Jin raised her head and looked at the sun, which was almost submerged under the horizon. With a puzzled voice, she said: "when the children of Zizhu Lane come, I don't know whether the elder sister will participate or not." "Elder sister is always easygoing. If there is no call in the palace at night, she should come. By the way, what about elder sister?" As Xu Hao's questioning voice fell, Xu Jin continued to walk forward, and the response voice sounded: "the elder sister is still at the mausoleum in the back mountain. You should know that when her parents had an accident, you and I were still young, so even the memory was a little vague. But the elder sister is different. She has a deep memory of her parents, so the elder sister has a deep feeling for her parents." As the voice fell, the two brothers and sisters of the Wei government sighed together. Then, with the sound of fireworks, some of them disappeared into the vast but few people's Avenue. If we talk about the whole Shenjing City, who is the most desolate during the new year's festival, then only one old man and three young people, Duke Xu's family of Wei, can be ranked in the forefront. In the winter of Shenjing City, once the sun has a sign of sinking below the horizon, the world will fall into darkness in a moment.But the night is what the festival really looks like! At night, the vast sky of the vast land of China is completely filled with gorgeous fireworks. The colorful lights not only cover up the stars above the sky, but also complement the lights above the ground. This is undoubtedly a magnificent sight, because both the stars in the sky and the sea of stars on earth are the masterpieces of the Xia people. Although there is no end to human resources, once the collective effort is used to create a great feat comparable to Tiangong, the shock will be more direct to the hearts of the people. In front of a mausoleum, a slender shadow stands quietly in the backyard of Zhenyu mansion. The colorful fireworks streamer, reflected on Xu Qing's delicate face, also makes the girl's worry in her eyes at this time, no doubt. No one knows the girl's worries, only in the dead of night. In fact, since joining the Tianhui army, Xu Qing, as the commander of the Tianhui army, has never shown any similar emotions in front of other people. Because in front of all people, she is calm and extraordinary, bold and calm Windrunner! As the taboo of Dai tianxinghui, he should be as strong as the sun and kill all evil spirits. Tianhui Dayi will never show her vulnerability unless it is a dark, dark and invisible night. "Boom boom!" One after another, fireworks are in full bloom, and then Xu Sheng's burly body slowly appears in the shadow behind Xu Qing. He watched his granddaughter suddenly become very thin back, full of guilt. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
