Chapter 47, Night Reading

Fu Jiezi was eager to leave. It was naturally a good thing for Hou Guishuang to summon him. At the moment, he agreed. Because of the language problem, the star saint first told him the situation here. The star saint has vaguely mentioned her thoughts, and now the situation of Guishuangyi is not very good, but for Pu Li, Daxia and even The whole fire religion is favorable.

If Dayue is not tight, Guishuanghou may be afraid of the serious consequences, but now Dayue is forcing Guishuanghou to hand over his military power. Not to say anything for the sake of the country and his own interests, Guishuanghou should also take action, at least he will not work so hard to attack Pu Li. .

Fu Jiezi imagined this country as a whole before coming to the Dayue clan. Unexpectedly, on the ground of the Western Regions, every country has its own imperial history. As long as it is the history of the imperial dynasty, it is inevitable that there will be power and the interweaving of knives and blood shadows. Now the noble frost marquis is gradually sitting up, and the Dayue clan has not allowed to do so. There is a Marquis who can already be called a country, and the Marquis Guishuang is unwilling to hand over the military power. War seems to be a doomed thing.

The star saint told Fu Jiezi about some of the relationship between your frost country and other four marquises and Dayue's family. As for the kindness and resentment between the four marquises, she didn't know, so she couldn't tell Fu Jiezi.

Fu Jiezi looked at the sky. It was already night. Will Gui Shuangyi summon himself now?

The star saint blushed slightly and said, "The Marquis Guishuang has gone to the North Valley Camp now and said that he can't summon you until tomorrow. I want to talk to you."

Fu Jiezi suddenly realized and laughed, "Isn't it just to see me? As for holding Guishuangyihou as a reason?"

The star saint said quietly, "Your attendants are here, let them know that it's embarrassing."

Fu Jiezi snorted and said, "I know nothing. Sooner or later, you will be mine." Although he said so, he knew that the girl's family was tender and said, "Do you want to talk? Do you want to..." Fu Jiezi smiled meaningfully. The star saint immediately understood, and a red glow flew on her face. She hurriedly shook her head and said, "Don't!"

Fu Jiezi still thought she was shy and went to hug her and was about to make out, but the star saint stood up in a panic and said, "I still don't want it." Speaking of this, he looks very depressed.

Fu Jieziqi said, "What's wrong with you?" The star saint suddenly said, "As a saint, am I outrageous? Am I... a bad guy?"

"How do you say that?" Fu Jiezi has only cared about big things these days and hasn't paid attention to her. I don't know what's thinking in her head.

"Now that fire religion is at the most dangerous time. As a saint of fire religion, it is very uncomfortable for me to secretly do such things that humiliate the teachings of fire religion. I always feel sorry for the fire religion. The star saint seemed to think more and more about it, and one person was bored.

Fu Jiezi was a little disappointing, but he also understood what the star saint said, so he did not force it. "Since there is a knot in my heart, forget it. Er, it won't be blasphemy if you talk for a while, right?

The star saint smiled faintly and said, "No." Although she said no, she still couldn't let go, especially in Guishuang. She was responsible for the most important task of fire religion. The habits developed by the saint since she was a child made her naturally regard herself as the "public property" of fire religion and suddenly put aside her children's private affairs.

The star saint avoided talking about those ambiguous topics. He told Fu Jiezixiang about the situation of your frost country and the surrounding countries in detail. Xiang returned to Xiang, but it was full of loopholes. Fu Jiezi suddenly heard the problem and stopped her in a few words. The star saint had to blush and tell him that it was her hearsay.

Fu Jiezi knew that the Yue clan lived in the Dunhuang area and was later defeated by the Xiongnu. The Yue clan was divided into two branches, one of which went to the Qiang people's clan, called "Xiaoyue clan", and the other invaded today's Wusun territory and occupied it as its own, called the "Dayue clan". Later, the Wusun Kingdom grew up under the support of the Xiongnu and put Yue The clan defeated and made the king's skull into a wine vessel, so the Yue family had a feud with Wusun. The Dayue clan fled to the west to the Daxia Kingdom and defeated the Daxia Kingdom to establish the current Dayue Dynasty. The current Daxia clan was established after the former Daxia Kingdom fled to the south, and now the Dayue clan is the homeland of the Daxia Kingdom. The Dayue clan divided the land to the tribe, and the clan took charge of the fertile plains in the west, while the barren mountains in the east were handed over to the surrendered Daxia's deceased, who is now Wuyi Marquis.

As for the matter between Wuyihou, Fu Jiezi didn't know at all, but experience told him that it would not be too calm.

The star saint couldn't answer him. After thinking for a while, she thought of the historical scroll about the five years of the Marquis in her room. She told Fu Jiezi that it was feasible and followed the star saint to her boudoir.

This was originally a matter, but the two were upright and had to enter the room in front of the entourage, and deliberately told them carefully: keep it well and don't disturb if there is nothing important.

The star saint went to the case to look through the books, and Fu Jiezi was surprised to find that the scrolls here were actually made of the big man's silk!

In the Western Han Dynasty, bamboo and silk were mostly recorded in history books. In the Han Dynasty, it was not uncommon to grow history books, but when they met in the Han Dynasty, it seemed precious, because soon after the Silk Road was opened, there were only a few roads to the Western Regions. In places as Guishuang, caravans would not come.

Fu Jiezi found that the star saint was also wearing silk made by the Han Dynasty. Is Guishuang's domestic Han Dynasty goods very popular? He asked the star saint, but the star saint didn't know. She told him with a smile that tomorrow they would go to see the girls on the street to see what the girls were wearing. By the way, he could still have a good time.

When it comes to making fun of acid, the star saint is by no means the opponent of Fu Jiezi. Sure enough, she was quickly embarrassed by Fu Jiezi. Fu Jiezi decided to go to the market tomorrow. Through the people's conditions, you can see the national conditions. Maybe you can see the influence of the Han Dynasty in the Western Regions from the market, and it is also convenient for her to grasp the strength when she goes to the talks.

But now that he has arrived here, Fu Jiezi still decided to read history books first, such as what conflicts he had in which month, or what secret talks and plans he had together. He can't understand these strange words, but the star saint understands them.

The star saint picked up the oil lamp and said a few words to Fu Jiezi. Fu Jiezi looked a little sleepy. It suddenly remembered in her heart that a few years ago, he was still a gorgeous teenager. The scene with Yin Yin Yin was vaguely similar to this, but the girl was very lazy in front of her. , she is idle, holding a collection of scriptures and history by herself, looking for stories for this girl, not for preaching, not for history, fighting, and focusing on the ambiguity of the harem, the secret history of the emperor and so on...

Thinking of this, Fu Jiezi was very sad in his heart. The deceased died, and the stories on these deceased bedside pillows can no longer be found.

The star saint didn't know what he was thinking. Every time she read a few words, she looked at Fu Jiezi. Fu Jiezi just smiled faintly and thought to himself, if Yin Yin was still there, would he have such feelings for this girl?

After all, time diluted his missing, and his dead heart began to rekindle, but if Yin Yin was still there, he felt that he would not be moved by this saint.