Yang Duo put down the file, pulled his neckline, leaned back on the chair quilt tiredly, and pinched his forehead.

A strand of forehead hair fell and pressed against the tail of his eyebrows, and his black eyes added a touch of coldness.

In front of people, he rarely shows tiredness. This was true in previous lives, and it is also true in this life.

The only time has been buried deep in memory, and every time I think of it, it is like tearing a blood stain alive, and it hurts my heart.

11th year of Xuanwu......

Yang Duo stood up and walked to the window, his handsome face reflected on the windowpane, his eyes were dark and mysterious, but there was also a hint of gloom.

"It's time for snow."

A whispering voice flowed through the room, like a key to a memory.

The years are like a river of sand, flowing slowly, bringing Yang Duo's thoughts back hundreds of years ago......

The clouds are low and the snowflakes with goose feathers are falling, blowing one after another, dyeing the northern Xinjiang.

In front of the Xingningbo Mansion, white flags were hung high, and white lanterns were hit by the broken snow in the wind, making a muffled sound.

The sound of chanting and the sound of wooden fish mingled, accompanied by ethereal smoke, lingering in front of the mourning hall.

Yang Duo was dressed in plain clothes and stood in front of the hall for a long time. The whole body is cold, the hair is snow-white, but the posture is still upright.

"Master Hou?"

Yang Duo is no longer the commander of the Jinyi Guard, he was awarded the title of Marquis, enjoyed double the salary, and still governed the affairs of Beizhen Fu. The current commander of the Jinyi Guard is just a knife in his hand, just as he is to the Son of Heaven.

This knife has no scabbard.

If you take a step forward, it will be hell, and if you take a step back, you will never recover.

The sword cannot have a mind, but can only be chopped and killed according to the command of the person who bears the sword, until the day when the blade is broken.

His hand reached into his bosom and clutched a purse tightly, so strong that he almost crushed the wooden whistle inside.

There were no tears on Yang Duo's face, but his eyes were red. The commander of the Jinyi Guard, who had just spoken, couldn't help but shudder, took half a step back, and didn't dare to say anything more.

The worshippers came and went away.

Only Yang Duo stood in front of the spirit for a long time, like a statue, silent, and did not leave.

"Yang Hou."

The old voice, with a slightly sloppy figure, finally attracted Yang Duo's eyes.

"Bai Changgong."

Bai Yan pushed away—desire—to support his little eunuch, "Our family is not old enough yet." ”

"Baichang Gong came to pay tribute to Xingguo Gong?"

"Yes, our family rushed from Nanjing to see Grandpa Guo for the last ......time," Bai Yanhui's voice became choked, "I don't admit it, I still haven't seen it." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but be sad and shed tears on his clothes.

"Gonggong Zheng is gone, Gonggong Hou is gone, and the year before last, Gonggong Wang is gone. Now, the old man who followed the first emperor to raise troops is a lonely ghost in our family...... When they go, our family still said a few words, but Grandpa Guo left, but it was ......"

touched the scene, and when it came to the sad place, Bai Yan couldn't cry back.

Yang Duo did not speak.

I have seen too much life and death, and I have become a little numb.

Family, peers, rivals, rivals, one by one, left, leaving only the living with endless loneliness.

Chengguo Gong, Wei Guogong, Dingguo Gong, Wuyang Hou, Wu'an Hou, Xingning Bo...... How many famous noble generals have not spilled blood on the battlefield, and they can't compete with the years after all.

Taizong, Gaozong, Pingwang...... The rest of King Zhao, who is too old to be old, still insists on going to sea, and many persuasions have been to no avail.

Perhaps, King Zhao lived the most free, wanton, and happiest life.

Bai Yanhui did not leave, and stayed in the mourning hall with Yang Duo, as if he was sad and remembering. Today I came to see off Xingguo Gong, and tomorrow, maybe it will be my turn.

Honorable military attachés, familiar and unfamiliar, walked in front of the hall one by one.

There are not many civil servants, but they are full of weight.

Six heavenly officials, three cabinet ministers, and Yang Shiqi, the first assistant of the cabinet, personally wrote a eulogy, which was personally sent to the spirit without the hands of others.

"As soon as Xingguo Gong leaves, life will be so lonely."

Like Yang Duo, Yang Shiqi rarely loses his temper in front of people. From the Yongle Dynasty to the present, looking at the members of the court, they can stand unshakable after three dynasties like him, and it cannot be said that there are very few.

Among the Wenchen, except for Xia Yuanji, the former head of the household department, only Yang Shiqi "dared" to have a sincere fellowship with Meng.

Nowadays, the military attachés of the Yongle Dynasty are gradually withering, and only a few British ministers remain. Most of the civil officials are new faces, and old people like Yang Shiqi are rare.

When they leave, the glory of the Yongle Dynasty will eventually sink into history and be replaced by latecomers.

The eulogy turned to ashes in the tongue of fire, Yang Shiqi saluted, and turned to leave.

Since then, the number of civil servants who have come to worship has gradually increased.

Impatient to see how these people behaved, Bai Yan got up and left, and Yang Duo didn't stay any longer.

Before leaving, he let go of his fingers and sent the purse into the brazier, along with the wooden whistle inside.

This life is over, but the obsession has not disappeared. If you seek an afterlife, with what he does, will the gods and Buddhas take care of him?

Stepping out of the mansion gate, a brocade guard commanded Tongzhi to take two steps forward and whispered a few words in Yang Duo's ear.

"Master Hou, what do you see?"

"The old rules."

The voice does not fluctuate, but the meaning of the cold is penetrating into the bone marrow.

Xingguo Gong has died, just like the lights go out, and the name behind him is beyond his reach.

But he's alive.

If you can't ask for it, you will protect it.

If you live, you will protect him for one day, until he dies.

"Master Hou, these two people are historians, do you really want to go to Beizhen Fusi?"

Yang Duo didn't say a word, and the commander of the Jinyi guard spoke: "Do what the Hou Ye wants, in front of the saint, the official will say it himself." ”

"Yes."

The next day, two historians who recorded the lives of the courtiers were invited to drink tea in Fusi, the town of Weibei in Jinyi.

In the same month, the official was repeatedly negligent and impeached the Jinyi guard.

The Son of Heaven ignored all of them, and the ministers headed by Yang Shiqi did not say a word about it.

After many times, the courtiers gradually began to understand that the Son of Heaven and the cabinet were on the same page. I can't say it, Jinyiwei arresting people is what the Son of Heaven means. Thinking deeply, it is not so much that the Son of Heaven indulges the Jinyi Guard, but that he protects the Duke of Xingguo.

Thinking of the friendship between Xingguo Gong and today's teachers and students, the official who had been the happiest in the past was already sweating and silent......

After that, how long did it take and how long did he protect it?

One year, or two years?

It's been too long for me to remember.

I only remember that when he died, he still had obsessions, but he had no regrets.

Retract your thoughts, subconsciously reach into your arms, and it is empty.

Spread out your palms, close them, spread them out again, and then buckle the window tightly. Coolness penetrated from his fingers, and his cold face was suddenly dyed with a smile.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, and cannot ask for it, and cannot let go.

In his previous life, he couldn't ask for it, but he still had obsessions.

If you can't ask for it in this life, maybe, you can let it go, right?

Even if you still can't let go, two lives have passed, and three lives will come back, so what?

Give up easily, how to talk about obsession.

Three lives, four lives, from the heart's wishes, suffering is also sweet.

A low laugh came from the unclosed door, and Assistant Ji and Manager Li, who were standing in front of the door, had a cold back at the same time.

Yang's top and bottom, all employees who have a certain understanding of the president are very clear that Yang always laughs or not, and must not be read from the usual understanding. Like Assistant Ji, he is more willing to face coldly every day, at least "safe".

"Ahem!" Assistant Ji coughed and put on a smiling face, "I just remembered that there are still things to deal with, and this plan, Manager Li will hand it over to Mr. Yang himself." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for Manager Li to speak, he just turned around and left when he agreed.

Manager Li grabbed the plan, clenched his fist with one hand, his joints clicked, and his inch-long hair stood on end.

Let this surnamed Ji get into a pit again!

Again?

Manager Li was slightly stunned, then shook off the inexplicable thoughts that flashed in his mind, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door of the president's office.

Is Mr. Yang's mood at the moment good or bad, will Manager Li successfully pass the test or be frozen into a popsicle...... Assistant Ji, who returned to the office area, said that the dead friends are not dead and poor, and they have nothing to do with him.

Therefore, even if six hundred years have passed, Jinyiwei is Jinyiwei after all, and Ji Gang is Ji Gang in the end, and it is not okay to accept it.

The author has something to say: this is the end of this article.

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