Wei Huai

Wei Changqing was a traveler who traveled all over the country. In his previous dynasty, there was great chaos and famine broke out in the capital. This was the day when he returned home during the Qingming Festival. The grass on his tomb was lush and green. Even if his ancestors accumulated good deeds, he would become an emperor in the next life. When we reached the river, the hunter from the back mountain warned this person not to return home to continue our relationship. This was not just anyone. Changqing had met him several times when he was playful and playful with his childhood friends. Hidden away from the chaos of war, amid the chaos of the wind and rain, he braved the chill of the bamboo forest and went to the canal house in the temple. "We have guests" A scattered group of adults and children, both men and women, gathered together. Wei Changqing put away his rain gear and faced the slightly yellow-faced girl in front of him and explained how he and the old man at the foot of the mountain took care of the few people on the left and right. The man really couldn't remember his name. When Wei Changqing left, he only remembered that the boy had rushed ahead and deliberately made it dirty. At the same age, he seemed to beg his companions to be tolerant because he wanted to leave with Wei Changqing. They are not a wealthy family, and robbery and robbery often happen when they go outside. They are abandoned or abandoned. How can the heart of the surviving son be good or bad? Wei Changqing took him and left, ten years later. Sometimes he followed the army to surround the enemy in the north, and sometimes he protected the rebels from massacre. When the dynasty changed, Changqing saw him again. The man was hiding behind the shopkeeper. "Why are you looking at him like this?" Someone couldn't help but be touched. Wei Changqing was thirty-seven years old, but he was still so young. What about the other people with him? How can a body that has lasted for many years have feelings? He was almost dead, without any wounds on his body, just to see the friends who had surrounded him ... His death is really a pity. After the late emperor succeeded to the throne, he changed his reign name and the dynasty was Wei. Because of their natural love for pastries made from locust flowers, the people planted locust trees on the long river. At the end of this dynasty, it was called "Sophora japonica" to guide the deceased back to their homeland. Intention: Infinite reincarnation 8