For the remaining few days, Nan Luyuan couldn't remember how he spent it.

He maintained calm and restraint on the surface, and had a good relationship with every envoy in a dignified manner during the day, and meticulously served Nan Zixiao at night to correct the twists and turns, as well as communicate with Zhang Shenling about the matters of going south in the spring.

In the past few days, he transferred a large number of domestic servants Wu Ding from his home, and protected Nanzi Xiao so much that he couldn't even get a flying insect into his body. This unusual caution made Nan Zixiao and Li Yangguan see something unusual.

But Nan Luyuan didn't want to say anything, so Nan Ziyu took the opportunity to ask him a few times, and when he saw that he was reluctant, he was no longer reluctant, just watched him grow green stubble in just a few days, and his eye sockets were deep.

On the last day back to the palace, Nan Luyuan helped Nan Zi Xiao to make some jewels to be given back to various countries, and saw off the envoys of various countries with the etiquette of Nan Shang.

The scholar who had followed him since he was a child opened the door for him, and took him quietly to the emperor's bedroom. Nan Luyuan was puzzled, only to hear the scholar leaning into his ear and saying: "The people in the house are privately discussing whether the head of the family is going to fail, the people's hearts are unstable, and they are afraid that the injury of the head of the family will flow out, they will collect money and run away, and the rest will also bully you You are still young, and they will use the identity of the elder to suppress you." ”

Nan Luyuan followed him silently and continued to walk, and asked absentmindedly: "Father hasn't gone yet, so they don't take the Emperor's Mansion seriously?" ”

I cheated on the court all day long, and I never thought that I would go back home and have these things, which is really unappetizing.

Thinking about it this way, my father should have come over like this back then, as for why he didn't feel this person's indifference before this, probably his father was silently sheltering him behind his back.

There was silence all the way until I walked into my father's house and smelled a rancid smell. His brow furrowed slightly, and he lifted the curtain to see the thin old man lying on the bed.

The rancid smell is even worse, even hallucinating. It was like opening a damp jar and seeing a rat dead inside, white maggots coming in and out of its shriveled eyes.

Nan Luyuan didn't want to cover his nose in front of his father, so he just turned his head and asked the scholar: "Did you give your father medicine?" ”

"Yes, Childe." The scholar said, he didn't retch, but looked like he was used to it, "But the head of the family's injury is very special, the wound decays quickly, and it can't be stopped with ointment, and it won't heal." ”

Nan Luyuan stepped forward to greet his father, and the old man on the bed opened his eyes a little with trembling leisurely, and his cloudy eyes moved thoughtlessly before converging on the young man in front of him. His throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound, only exhaled faintly.

Nan Lu Yuan hurried closer, leaned his ear close to his father, and said respectfully: "Lu Yuan is here, please ask my father to command." ”

The emperor opened his mouth and said in a very low voice, intermittently: "Your Majesty...... Your Majesty...... Is he well? ”

Nan Luyuan said: "Please rest assured father, Your Majesty's dragon body is fine." ”

The old man bowed his head slightly with a force that was almost imperceptible, and then he tried to reach out with difficulty and patted Nan Luyuan's head lightly. Nan Luyuan guessed that he should be trying to stroke his head.

"Very good...... You're doing a good job......" the old man said slowly, as if trying to get up. However, with such a move, the blanket slid down, revealing the red tourniquet of the abdomen.

Nan Luyuan's eyes froze, and he looked down his father's abdomen to see a large piece of blood on the bed, and he couldn't help but tremble his lips, his pupils tightened suddenly, and even his body shook unconsciously. He subconsciously hugged his father and whimpered in a low and sad voice: "Father! ”

Unexpectedly, the thin Emperor of Nanshang shouted in a low voice: "How can the prince pity the remnants of the former king!" This sentence is full of neutrality, but it is quite the style before the injury.

Nan Luyuan was sad, but he didn't want to sweep his father's happiness, so he had to hold back, caress his father's hand, and gently put it on his forehead.

After a while, the imperial doctor will come from the palace, and Nan Luyuan will not avoid it, and will accompany him in the back.

Many days later, the emperor's personal care was also done by him.

Nan Zixiao somehow heard the wind, pried something out of the imperial doctor's mouth, and secretly went out of the palace to visit the emperor several times. But he was suffering from the smell of the house, and he didn't know how to face the thinning Nan Luyuan, so he could only accompany him at a loss, waiting for the final bad news to slowly approach.

.........

...

Today is the first day.

Every street in the imperial capital of Nanshang was full of lanterns, and the king of Nanshang specially made a huge flying luan and hung it over the imperial capital early. On this day, Nanshang put up lanterns, set up theaters on every street, and countless lanterns.

The king of Nanshang set up a banquet to invite domestic courtiers. The feast is not luxurious, but it is lively. Nan Luyuan asked the servant to prepare a table of small dishes in advance, but he himself did not eat anything at the banquet. After the banquet was dismissed, he retired early and rushed home.

Today is a festival, and the Emperor's Mansion has also cleaned up. The servants went back for their holidays, and the guards arranged a separate room for a feast. Nan Luyuan was led by the scholar to the garden. There was a table of very common home-cooked dishes. An old man leaned back in a chaise longue on the side, and the moonlight shone on the deep and shallow wrinkles of his face, and on his robe embroidered with splendid mountains and rivers, softening everything about him to a little unreal.

Nan Luyuan came to his side and was about to sit down, but the Emperor Prime Minister waved his hand first to signal that he didn't need to. Nan Luyuan didn't ask for peace for a day, and he was a little uncomfortable, but he still sat down first. He saw a portrait of a woman on a chair he had never seen before.

"That's your mother." The emperor coughed a few times, "You were in a special fetal position, and she gave birth to you at the risk of death in order to keep the queen for me, and she left in only three days." ”

Nan Luyuan knew this, his mother died in order to give birth to him, because of this, the old lady also privately said that he had a hard life and would be a woman for the rest of his life.

"Father didn't mean to blame you." The emperor continued, at this time, he was already sweating profusely, and he gasped for a while, "You are old enough to be able to take charge on your own, and my father actually sees it in his eyes." As the emperor, we are the only seedling, and you must be able to afford the future of the Nanshang royal family. ”

Nan Lu Yuan said: "Lu Yuan understands. "I can't bear to see that he is already soaked in the blood of his robe.

My father's abdomen was completely rotten, revealing white bones, and even his stomach and intestines were rotting.

The emperor paused for a while, and continued slowly: "When you first came out, you looked like a monkey. The father thought, how could such a beautiful woman give birth to such a son? ”

"Later, when I can walk, I have a little meaning of growing up, like our child, and she is worthy of fighting for her life to save you."

Nan Luyuan sat quietly, looking at his father's cloudy eyes. Not long ago, these eyes were cold and bright, but now they are muddy, and the dying and dying reflections are displayed in his eyes.

Lord Emperor Xiang trembled and used his thin hands to pick up vegetables for Nan Luyuan, and his face, which had been tense for a long time, tried his best to pull a big smile, but because he didn't do it often, it looked a little funny.

Nan Luyuan held back his tears and said softly: "Father, Luyuan did his best. ”

The stern father looked at his son with a smile, the moonlight on his face, and his brow and eyes were full of belated love. Maybe it was because he knew that his limit was approaching, and this man dared to show the love that had been buried in his heart for so many years.

He slowly reached for the glass, but he couldn't control the force and flipped the glass to the ground. The shrewd old man immediately froze there helplessly, with a confused look in his eyes.

Nan Luyuan held back the sourness of his nose, lightly reached a glass of wine, and put it in his father's hand upright.

The Emperor carefully controlled the wine glass, and the muscles on his arms were full of green muscles. The man had turned his hands to the clouds and rain, but now he was trying his best to cope with a small wine glass.

He finally brought the glass to his lips and drank it, then coughed violently, blood droplets spraying everywhere. Nan Luyuan then remembered that his father had never drunk alcohol since he could remember.

So Nan Luyuan cautiously stepped forward and wiped the blood foam on his lips with his sleeve. The noble emperor of Nanshang looked at him firmly and said, "Get a blanket for your father." ”

Nan Luyuan hurriedly responded, stumbled into his father's bedroom, and saw a piece of brocade silk on the blanket, crooked and twisted the strokes of the pen floating, but he could see the writer's reluctance, only a few short lines of words:

Wait for me to go, share the coffin with my wife, and bury next to the emperor's mausoleum, and pass on my son.

Retainer of the First Emperor

Nan Boya

Nan Luyuan's heart was shocked, and he rushed back to the garden with a blanket almost in despair. There was an old man lying on the table, his head resting between his arms, as if he were overwhelmed by alcohol and was sleeping.

Nan Luyuan cried and touched him gently: "Father? ”

However, the old man fell to the ground unsteadily, and his robe was unfurled, revealing the horrific wound of his completely decomposed internal organs.

Nan Luyuan finally couldn't help it, and pounced on him and hugged his father tightly, crying heartbreakingly, shouting "Father-father-" like a crazy demon.

He was unconscious, just holding his father vigorously. He sensed that someone wanted to separate him from his father, but he didn't dare to let go. He knew that this letting go was goodbye.

In the end, it was the little scholar who separated him. He watched his father being carried away in despair, listening to the bursts of "festival mourning" in his ears, but he felt that it had nothing to do with him, he just tried his best to reach out and get his father back.

"Childe, stay away." The little scholar didn't dare to look at his demonic eyes, and silently pulled him back, letting him watch his father being carried farther and farther away.

This scene, he should have thought of it.

He'd had nightmares for so long, he thought he could take them lightly.

Everything is vain.

He looked down at himself, his hands and body covered in his father's blood.

His father shed the last drop of blood of his life for Nanshang and him.

He couldn't remember how he had been brought back to his room by the scholar, or how he had changed his clothes and groomed himself.

I don't know how to walk, so I walked out into the street.

He walked like this, walking in the crowd, and the sound of laughter on all sides wrapped him tightly.

Everyone had a happy countenance, and he was out of step with them.

He walked against the crowd all the way to the river where the lanterns were placed.

He looked for a secluded place to sit in a daze.

Tonight, the river is full of colorful river lanterns, and countless parents and children on the other side of the river put off lanterns.

It occurred to him that he had never set off a lantern with his father.

He suddenly wept aloud, but his sorrow was so small that it was only lost in laughter.

He was exhausted from crying, until he could no longer make a sound, only to find that the sky had already completely darkened, and the lanterns had been fished up by the people who took care of the river, and there was no one more by the river.

It's just that beside me, there is a small lantern at some point, emitting a faint fluorescent light in the dark night.

He looked left and right, but saw no figure, so he picked up the lantern and saw a small character carved on it.

He stared at the lantern for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then blow out the wick and gently tuck it into your arms.