Chapter 75 The Righteous 1

In the setting sun, the sunset glow reflected the whole sky, and there was a sound of laughter from Zhao's camp tent outside the city. The smoke rose over the camp, and the soldiers and soldiers of Zhao were preparing their own dinner with great interest. On the bonfire, the boiling hot water was emitting white smoke. The large pieces of meat were thrown into the pot and stewed into a pot with vegetable leaves. Suddenly, the fragrance overflowed, which made the Zhao soldiers who were watching drool and swallowed one after another.

In contrast to the noise and bustle, it was a remote corner of the camp. Sima Xi was quietly standing in the afterglow of the sunset, and the remnant sun was imprinted on his tall body, drawing and elongating his figure. Against the messy tents in the distance, it looks particularly lonely and lonely.

From time to time, a whole team of Zhao soldiers and soldiers on patrol passed by from not far away, and they were all strangely looking at Sima Xi, who was wearing a Confucian robe. You should know that since the master's father forcibly implemented Hufu riding and shooting, the whole state of Zhao has been forced to change into Hufu short skirts. The tedious clothes such as Confucian robes are almost extinct in public. Some of them are also worn by those nostalgic scholars and doctors at home and don't go out much.

It is really rare and strange to stand in the Zhao army camp indifferently in a Confucian robe like Sima Xi. If it hadn't been for Zhao Xin, who was already famous in the whole army, not far behind him, these patrol Zhao soldiers would have come forward to take him down.

Nevertheless, the eyes of these passing Zhao soldiers and soldiers still do not hide their hostility. They have long been used to Hufu, but they have a strong resistance to the original clothes.

Sima Xi turned a deaf ear to these unkind eyes, and still just stood quietly in place and raised his head slightly. Facing the afterglow of the sunset, he took a deep breath, with a quiet and peaceful look on his face, looking at the sky in the distance.

In the distance, a group of birds "squeaked" from the top of their heads, facing the afterglow, and flew to the forest farther away.

Zhao Xin stood behind him for a while, and then came forward beside him and whispered, "Sir, the master is inspecting the right camp. I have sent someone to report it. Please wait a moment. I think he will be back soon."

Sima Xi did smile, with a little smile on his face, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I've been waiting patiently for the cold and heat for 20 years, so why hurry at this time,"

"Look at the sunset. It's so beautiful. I haven't seen the sunset so quietly for a long time. It's really a pity."

When Zhao Xin looked at Sima Xi's lonely figure, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and there were thousands of probabilities for a while.

He is the treacherous minister and villain who gritted his teeth in the Zhongshan population, but he is a true national hero of the State of Zhao. Although he did not kill an enemy on the battlefield, he caused chaos in the enemy's country. He set up a strong enemy outside, and even self-destructed the Great Wall. His achievements can't be compared with that of an army.

However, no one knows this great achievement, and it can't be on the scene. Although Sima Xi is in power and has unlimited scenery, his real identity is a "detailed work" that the world has spurned.

What is "fine work"? It is a spy, spy, apprentice reaction, and now it is called a fine work. In detail, you must be careful in everything. If you walk on thin ice every day, you are afraid of revealing your identity. If you don't know much, you will be called to kill the family.

Therefore, Sima Xi has been an official in Zhongshan for 20 years, but he has no children and blood. Outsiders say that Sima Xi is sinister and conscienceless, so he suffered retribution, but who knows the real suffering. He just doesn't want to have a family to be tired. Even if he loses, he just takes it alone and doesn't have to worry about implicating his family.

Zhao Xin looked at his figure silently, sighed slightly, and looked up at the birds in the sky with a smile and said, "Sir, what do you have in your heart? Don't mind telling it to the boy."

"Perception?" Sima Xi smiled and said with a self-deprecating look, "Now I'm just a rotten tree, a person who is about to die, what kind of feeling is it? It's just that I just looked at the sky and remembered when I was young.

Zhao Xin also smiled. He bent down to pick up a stone, threw it out with a cushion and threw it out. The stone cut through the sky and flew far away to the forest, but it shocked a group of birds on the branches and fluttered away.

Looking at the distant birds, Zhao Xin said leisurely, "If you can be as free and unrestrained as these birds, the world is so big, where you can't go, where you can't rest, and you can't be free!"

Listening to Zhao Xin's words, Sima Xi showed a strange look on his face. Zhao Xin smiled a few times and said, "It's strange that you have such an emotion at such a young age. It seems that the Lord's father can like you, but it's because you are also a rare freak in a hundred years.

Zhao Xin smiled, but he didn't think so. He just asked with a smile, "Well, sir, what did you think when you were my age?"

"Let me think about it."

Sima Xi turned his head and thought about it for a while. His expression seemed to move and said sadly, "I'm not as much as you think. I was born in a remote place in the State of Zhao, a small place where I didn't even take a name. My ancestor was a doctor of Shangqing in the State of Jin, and Sima was also one of the big surnames, but when it came to my father's generation, it had completely fallen. There was nothing left to me by my ancestors except a prominent surname.

"When I was a child, I let go of cattle, grow the land, eat wild vegetables, and do all the ways to make a living. My father is a prodigal son. He is addicted to alcohol. He exchanged most of the little money left in the family for wine, regardless of my mother and my livelihood. The most common thing my father does every day is to talk to me about the glory and glory of our Sima family's past after being drunk, and then fall asleep in satisfaction. It seems that only in his dream can he be truly satisfied.

"At that time, I drove the cow home before sunset every day. I would stay outside for a while, lying on the grass and looking at the sky. I always thought about what the outside world was like. It would be great if I could fly high and far like these birds and see the world."

"Although my father is a bastard, he did something that I am very grateful for. He saved a piece of money from his wine and sent me to Mr. Town's private school to study. According to his idea, if he wants to revive the Sima family, there seems to be greater hope to be able to read. Depending on this, by the time he died at the age of 13, I was already a well-known prodigy. That small place obviously can't satisfy my growing desire for knowledge. I'm more and more eager to go out and see the world and the outside world.

"I said goodbye to my mother, went out alone with dry food and little entanglement on my back. I walked all the way south for a year, met countless people, experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and felt more and more about my vulgarity and learning. I heard them say that there is a Jixia Academy in Linzi of the State of Qi, which is the holy place that the hearts of scholars all over the world yearn for. The most erudite scholars and the most eloquent debaters are all in it, and the essence of all the families is here. So I went to the Jixia Academy and learned the way of governing the country under the door of Zou Zi, the great scholar of the State of Qi. Five years later, I became a teacher and returned to my hometown. At that time, the young king of Zhao, who succeeded to the throne, was selecting talents in various places, so I was recommended to go to Handan and use it as my master from then on.

Sima Xi unconsciously touched his mind, and his eyes showed a little attention. He looked at Zhao Xin and slowly said what happened in those years. Thinking of what happened in those years, I couldn't help smiling.

Zhao Xin was curious. He didn't expect that this Sima Xi's background would be like this. It was completely another replica of his father Zhao Jian. I couldn't help but have a little closeness in my heart, but I was really curious about why he finally went to Zhongshan to be a detailed work.

When I was about to ask, I heard the low horn in the distance, and I heard that it was the general horn sound of Zhao Jun's patrolling back to the camp.