Farewell to Liu Sheng, after Wei Xun.

Chu Cangnan was alone.

Came to a place in the imperial capital, outside the old old mansion.

The old house is in disrepair.

It was already rusty, and the wind on the eaves blew down, bringing with it an annoying whistling sound.

Chinese New Year's Eve is approaching.

The day of reunion.

The imperial capital, which should have been covered by the festive days of the New Year, is actually particularly abnormal this year.

Not only did he lose that joy.

On the contrary, it is becoming more and more depressing.

The sky is gloomy, the atmosphere is solemn, in previous years, the faint crows that always occasionally linger on the branches have lost their traces, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people have disappeared.

Chu Cangnan stood under the ancient mansion, raised his eyebrows, looked at a dry branch poking out of the courtyard, and slowly lost his mind.

Think about it.

This loquat tree, which is rooted in the courtyard and has been baptized by the sun, moon, wind and frost, has finally grown gratifyingly, and thus has experienced almost twenty or thirty years of spring and autumn.

These twenty or thirty years.

There have been too many big and small events in the imperial capital.

There are rough seas.

Some are not alarmed.

There are years of quietness, and there are naturally plain and bland, and the dust remains unchanged year after year.

"In the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Chu Cangnan shrugged his shoulders, put his two hands into his sleeves, and wanted to lean against the wall, but when he saw that the distance was far away, he gave up.

When I was a child.

He had read a classical document about the poems and songs on it, but he had no impression.

It's a certain line of poetry, and it's still fresh in my memory.

'There is a loquat tree in the court, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death, and now it is like a pavilion. ’

Concise.

The more aftertaste, the more moving.

And those who have had and lost again are most deeply touched by this.

For example, he at this moment.

In this life, he Chu Cangnan actually doesn't have much ambition, he can't have two wishes, he holds power in one body, and he is high.

The rest is hope, holding the hand of the son and growing old with the son.

Unfortunately, after giving birth to the child, she passed away.

Pulling Da Chu Cong alone, he thought that this child, who had no mother since childhood, would work hard and secretly hold his breath.

However, the expectations are too high.

Especially compared with the third child of the same clan who also lacked maternal love since childhood, it is even more of a mess.

Sometimes, Chu Cangnan couldn't figure it out.

is a child who grew up together in the royal family, how can the gap get bigger and bigger when he becomes an adult?

Especially in the last two years.

It's a day, and it's out of control.

Chu Sanlang, who moved the imperial capital.

Not only has he overshadowed the demeanor of the royal family's heirs in the same life, but in essence, no one in the imperial capital can catch up with him.

In time, he is a powerful new king of Zhennan.

"I, although my attitude is resolute and my position has never wavered, but every time I calm down, I have to admire this nephew."

"The Great Chu royal family is in his hands, in fact, he can go further, and everyone can see this."

Chu Cangnan shrugged his shoulders, straightened his waist, and a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth at the same time.

Even the king of the northern realm, who is both good and evil, and is half an old enemy of the Great Chu royal family, thinks so, and is basically recognized by the world.

"But, I'm just unwilling."

Chu Cangnan shook his head and sighed secretly, Chu Xuan may be able to take the Great Chu royal family to soar into the sky, and even go further.

But, why, can't you yourself?

It's an obsession.

Rooted in the mind, an obsession that lingers in this life.

From time to time, he fantasized that one day, when he was in power, he might not be able to bring the entire Great Chu royal family.

People are tired of living.

It is precisely because there is too much reluctance, reluctance.

I can't put it down, and I can't actually take it.

Over time, I fell into it and was in a dilemma.

Click!

The old door was slowly opened.

A middle-aged woman walked out of it, with an ordinary appearance and a thin figure, she quietly glanced at Chu Cangnan a few times, nodded her head slightly, and counted it as a greeting.

Chu Cangnan regained his demeanor and said, "I'm in a bit of a hurry to find my master. ”

"I heard that the third prince has begun to purge the dissident party?"

This middle-aged woman, whose real name is Huaixiang, had a rather complicated expression, glanced at Chu Cangnan a few times again, and asked.

"Uh-huh."

Chu Cangnan stretched out his sleeves with both hands and replied without being salty or light.

He was not in high spirits, and when he took a step, he was about to go in.

Huaixiang was silent for a few seconds, gritted her teeth, and suggested, "It's really not good, just let it go, take advantage of the fact that you are now away and fly high, and never return to the imperial capital, okay?" ”

Chu Cangnan was stunned.

The already low mood seemed to be like a dam on the river in an instant, completely bursting the embankment.

In my heart, there was a bad premonition, gushing out.

The reason why he resolutely resisted Chu Cangsheng's lineage for decades was not because of his own wisdom, nor was it the famous but mysterious Junshan Society.

The real reliance is actually the old master he mentioned earlier.

A peerless master who is hidden from the world and sits behind closed doors, Chen Jin.

Before the king of the northern realm rose, he was firmly at the pinnacle of the twelve realms.

However, because he is tired of human feelings, the outside world does not know the existence of this person.

Chen Jin in this life.

Only two apprentices were accepted.

One is close at hand.

The other one, sitting in the north, claims to be the number one.

Lu Bu killed his relatives, killed his son, killed his sister, and killed his whole family, relying on ruthlessness to get to his current status, in fact, it was through Chen Jin's words.

"My master once promised me two promises, one is that one day if the king changes, he is willing to help me."

"Besides, on the day Lu Bu goes south, he will let my Chu family go."

Internal and external cooperation, a foolproof strategy.

At that time, the king of the northern realm will definitely take advantage of Lu Bu's face, and he will definitely take advantage of the road to drag the river, first push Da Liao, and then attack the territory of the Ye family, and will never embarrass the Chu royal family halfway.

In this way, if he Chu Cangnan succeeds in centralizing power, he will have enough time to stabilize his foundation in the later stage.

However, there seems to be a change at the moment?

Chu Cangnan raised his head and looked at Huaixiang with an extremely complicated expression.

Huaixiang blinked her eyelashes, shook her head helplessly, and said, "You've been delaying it for too long." ”

Without waiting for Chu Cangnan to speak, this quiet middle-aged woman added another sentence, "You go now, it's still too late, and if you are one step late, you can't escape." ”

This sentence made Chu Cangnan's face pale and his expression stiff.

Could it be that you don't even have the chance to fight one last time?

"Mr. is not a no-shower, what he promised you will definitely be completed, but you have delayed it for too long, and Mr. has failed to break the level, so he has already sat down in advance."

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

and like dust decaying.

Chu Cangnan, who had already realized what had happened, held his face with both hands, stunned.

A man who has never understood how to bow his head all his life.

Finally, the noble head hung down.

Staring at the dust and fallen leaves under his feet, Chu Cangnan at this moment, whether it was spirit or confidence, had been defeated like a mountain.

(End of chapter)