“Do you mean that what I saw in the white fog was the soul of the first emperor?”Although Xiao Zhen could not explain the toast of the clan at this time, he did not believe in ghostism in his heart, and it was too strange to encounter the emperor.

“The spirit of the first emperor is no longer here, and what remains in the white fog should be his consciousness.”He said, he’s sure of that.

“Does the consciousness of the first emperor stay here because of the concentric lock?”Han asked.

He nodded his head and asked Xiao Zhen, “Sister Ah Zhen, did the first emperor say anything to you?”

"He doesn't seem to see me."Xiao Zhen talked about the dream mirror three months ago in detail.

He opened his mouth, closed for half a day, and murmured, "That's impossible."

"In the second white fog, the first emperor did not see me, but I could see them."

Then he fell into thought.

Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran did not disturb him, such a thing, only the time can understand.

I don't know how long it took, when Yan also looked at the two people: "This thing, I don't know what happened."I checked the classics, and hundreds of years ago, such a thing happened to my ancestors, but the host was able to communicate with consciousness.In a situation like yours, I have to go and check the books again."

“Will I always see the first man in the white mist?”Xiao Zhen asked.

"You only enter the white fog twice a year," said Shi Yan, "which shows that you should enter the white fog should be a coincidence."I'll go back to Chacha's sister in the valley."He said, getting up and making a look toward Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran: "I'll go first."

Come and go in a hurry, three months of searching, the result is only said so a few words, just a cup of tea.

Xiao Zhen and Han Ziran sent Yan to the village mouth, watching the carriage under the night after the two people looked at each other.

"Ever since we were in contact with the clan at this time, everything has become strange."Xiao Zhen sighed and said.

“Yes.But in any case, at least knowing that there is no harm, it is a relief."Han Ziran took his wife’s hand and walked home.

Along the way, they were both silent.

Xiao really flashed in the mind that day in the fog to see the scene of the emperor, when the first emperor saw her as a child, the look is cold and resentful, and even with a hint of disgust, why?The quarrel between them was already clear when she finally promised to help the prince.

Han Ziran suddenly stopped and looked down at his left hand.

Xiao Zhen looked at him, eyes also fell on his left hand, the son's hand slender and white, like the onion, very good-looking, suddenly, she squeezed the voice, grasped the son's hand carefully looked at his palm, eyes slightly wide, half-sounding she looked up at him: "Why don't your hand have palm prints?" 」

Han Ziran looked at his wife’s surprised eyes and said, “The day after our wedding night, my palms suddenly disappeared.I have heard the fortune-trick said that the lines on the palm of my hand represent the lifeblood of the human being, and Shi Yan once said that my lifeline has changed.Ah Zhen, I always thought that might be the main reason why so many things happened.”

Xiao Zhen looked at him for a long time before shaking his head: "No, this road is our choice, whether fate is on its track in the end, whether our choice is ultimately on its track, or deviated from, good or bad, we can all shoulder this responsibility, son," Xiao Zhen held his hand, affirmed: "I have never regretted this choice."

Han Zizhan's mouth slightly raised, looking affectionately at his wife: "Me too."

Listen to her husband say so, Xiao really relaxed, smart people, people who read more books, such strange things will always make them think more, after all, in the operation, the son once thought a lot.

Xiao Genuine nature is to be able to afford to put down the sexual nature, so after this night, will no longer go to pursue the white fog and the emperor's affairs, in fact, there are too many need to study in the words of the time, she has a lot of puzzles, but also know that the question will not have results.Whether or not the white fog will reappear, she does not intend to let it affect her life.

Finally, in the middle of the summer, the school was built.

People in the village know that children can read for free, read books for three months can have a set of academic clothes to take, have sent their children to school.Therefore, on the first day of school, the door of the school was full of people in several villages.

The family is naturally in there.

Xiao Nian climbed on the ladder waiting for Han Ziran to open the school plaque, looking down at the black pressure below the crowd, the heart is very beautiful, only feel that since my aunt and uncle came to the home, the surrounding changes are very fast.

In the past, he drank porridge every morning, and now every few days his uncle cooks his aunt's favorite bread, and all kinds of dishes he has never seen.And the patches on their clothes are also less and less, aunt up the mountain to hit the prey, always hit more, the change of silver naturally more.

And now reading, there is an uncle, his son may be a show in the future.

“Uncovered.”An old man shouted.

Xiao Nian quickly opened the red cloth on the plaque, and the five flowing beautiful words of Huangtangling School fell into the eyes of everyone.

The villagers clasped their hands.

"Hanfu's words are very well written."

"I can't read, but I know I'm writing well."

"Son, after you read the book, you must write as beautiful as Hanfu."

Xiao in the crowd looked up at the words on the plaque and smiled, this is not written, is not written?That’s what she wrote, okay?But her words are exactly the same as Zi, don't say the villagers, even if they can't get it out of themselves.

As soon as the school opened, Han Ziran was busy, unlike Xiao Zhen, who liked to soak in the sun in the yard to drink tea, this time she also became a teacher in the school and taught the children to hunt.

The people listened to the hunting class in the school, and the villagers who did not want their children to come to class also sent the children.

By the late autumn, Huangtangling School had more than 20 children, several of whom were still children from outside the village, and some of them had to walk one or two kilometers a day to get home.

For these children on the long road, Han Ziran thought for two days, and turned the third hall house into a place for the children to sleep, so that they could live directly in the school.As for the bed, it is Xiao Zhen who personally went up the mountain to cut wood.

When the people in the village heard that these beds were for the children, they came to help spontaneously.

When everyone was busy, the wind and simple white came.

"Oh, the white man came very quickly."Xiao Zhen came out of the carpentry and smiled at the white man who had some fine lines on his forehead.

"I knew you couldn't stand it."The white hummed two times, threw the package directly into Xiao Zhen's arms, and pulled up the sleeves to dry.

“Aren’t you going to rest for a while?”Not far away, Han Ziran came with a laughing voice.

"It's not that old yet."The white man shouted back.

Xiao Zhen handed the package to the July of the foremen pouring water on the foremen: "Let me put it in my house."

In July, he nodded, took the burden, and picked up the kettle and went back.

Xiao Zhen turned to look at the busy people behind him, and his eyes fell on Han Ziran, who was moving with wood and the craftsmen talking to Han Ziran, smiled for a long time, and murmured, "This place will be impossible in the future."

Bai Hao was called here to be a teacher, more and more children, he could not teach himself, and the previous teachers were not even a show, but naturally they could not let them delay the children, so he thought of Bai Hao.

The moment Bai Hao saw the letter, he let the flying pigeon bring his positive reply, and a month later, he came here.

For Han Ziran's friends, Xiao's family is of course a warm treat, not to mention that he is still a teacher of children, for the reader, the people always bring a little favor.

After finishing the dinner, Xiao Zhen took some wild fruits picked up from the mountain for the two people in the yard, and found that the two were not in the yard, but entered the house to discuss what.

Pushing the door in, I saw Bai Hao pointing to the topographic map of the school hanging on the wall and said, "Three halls are too few, and in our pattern, this place must be the scope of the school."

Xiao Zhen looked at the place that Bai Hao pointed to, micro-husband, that range, can be equivalent to half a palace ah.She did not bother, put the fruit on the table, and lit a candle for the two to make the room brighter, and then sat quietly beside and looked at the two.

Bai Hao and Han Ziran are both beautiful men, but one is always as warm as the spring breeze, especially when laughing, it is easy to let the people get along with him undefended, and the latter's beauty, which is unforgettable, is cold, not very close.But whether it is the character or the momentum are different two people are known to have a good friend, even if the child lost the memory, the first time to see Bai Hao on his very trust.

In fact, Han immediately agreed with Bai Hao's view.

Xiao Zhen sighed in her heart, so that she was still happy with the letter, let her prepare the silver, I am afraid that this side will have to do a big job.