"Ahem......"

There is only a couch and a table in the burrow, and there are no other long things and decorations, only an oil lamp is lit on and off, and the dim light renders the interior desolate and infinite, and the skinny Le Yanwei is lying on the couch in this burrow, coughing and panting with difficulty, and a pair of dim old eyes are extremely round.

"Father, take a break."

Le Sicheng, the eldest son of Le Yanwei, who was waiting in front of the couch, saw that his father was gasping so hard, and it was obviously the time when the lamp ran out, so he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, stretched out his sleeves and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, forced a smile, and comforted softly.

"Ahem......"

Le Sicheng's consolation was obviously in vain, Le Yanwei didn't even react at all, his eyes were still stunned looking at the ceiling above his head, and the sound of coughing and wheezing never stopped, and the haggard appearance made Le Sicheng no longer able to suppress the sadness in his heart, and tears flowed uncontrollably all over his face.

Le Sicheng is very sad, not only because of the end of his father's life, but also because of the grievances of his father-only a month ago, Le Yanwei was still in the position of prime minister, although he is older, but his health is still good, not to mention dealing with official business, even the most difficult dynasty can cope with it, but since he was borrowed by Pei Shoude's villain, Le Yanwei's body and bones quickly collapsed, and it was only less than half a month's work, and people were already untouchable. At this time, he has reached the state of death, but there is obviously something in his heart that he can't rest assured, since yesterday, a pair of old eyes have never been closed.

"Master, Master Di is here."

Just when Le Sicheng was crying silently, he saw a subordinate hurriedly break into the room, stick to his side, and whispered.

"Hiss......, please, please ......"

The voice of the subordinate was not loud, but Le Yanwei still heard it, and before Le Sicheng could speak, he stretched out his hand with difficulty and made a very hoarse voice.

"Yes, father, please wait, and I will go to meet you."

As soon as he heard Le Yanwei's order, Le Sicheng didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly agreed to the promise, and hurriedly went outside, and in a few moments he had already accompanied the two of them back, among them was Di Renjie in a crimson official robe, and the one in the green coat hat was "Ming Di" at the helm Zhuang Yong, both of whom looked extremely solemn.

"Le Gong, lie down quickly, Di is here."

As soon as he sensed Di Renjie's arrival, Le Yanwei, who was originally dying, didn't know where he got the strength, so he stood up and sat up, his movements were extremely violent, and he actually lifted the thick futon covered by his body and fell to the bed.

"Di Gong, how can you ......?"

Maybe it's because of the return to light, Le Yanwei is not only much better, but his eyes also lit up, and he recognized at a glance that the official robe on Di Renjie's body has changed, it is not the light purple that Shaoqing of Dali Temple should have, but the crimson robe of the local assassin history, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and blurted out the words involuntarily, but when he was halfway through, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he stopped hesitantly.

"Di was ordered to take up the post of Qingzhou Thorn History, and he will set off tomorrow."

As soon as he heard Le Yanwei ask like this, Di Renjie's face remained unchanged, but a trace of gloom quickly flashed in his eyes - since the queen of heaven took charge, it has only been more than a year, and the situation has changed greatly. Liu Qimin, the former household servant, was demoted to Leizhou Sima and Le Yanwei were even pushed to the end, as for Di Renjie himself, he was also transferred to Qingzhou, although all this was already expected, but when it came to such a desolate situation, Di Renjie still couldn't help but feel a little booed, but in the face of Le Yanwei, who was seriously ill, Di Renjie didn't want to show it, just nodded indifferently and explained lightly.

"Alas, Si Chen, the omen of the chaos, this Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty ......"

Di Renjie said it casually, but Ke Le Yanwei was full of feelings when he heard it, shook his head with emotion, and was full of grief and indignation, but he was speechless and choked.

"Duke Le, it's okay, His Royal Highness has already made a plan, this country can't be messed up, Duke Le just has to recuperate with peace of mind, and when His Royal Highness returns to the court, there will be another scene!"

Di Renjie is a wise man in the world, and he knows how serious the consequences of the martial arts are in power, in his opinion, even if he is as strong as Li Xian, if he really returns to the court, he may not be able to win steadily.

"Yes, it will, but the old man can't see it anymore, he can't see it, but as long as His Royal Highness can become a grand hegemon, Le Mou will be able to smile at Jiuquan, Di Gong, Le Mou is already a dying person, but there is something to please, please Di Gong agree."

As soon as Li Xian was mentioned, Le Yanwei's spirit immediately lifted, so he took a deep breath, looked at Di Renjie with a solemn face, and said a word full of pleading.

"Le Gong, please say, but if Fan Di can do it, he will never dare to resign!"

Di Renjie has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and he has never made promises to others easily, but at this time, he did not hesitate at all, nor did he ask Le Yanwei what he wanted, and agreed straightforwardly.

"Okay, it's enough to have Di Gong's words!" Hearing that Di Renjie agreed to his request, Le Yanwei laughed with relief, raised his hands forcefully, and said: "Di Gong, His Royal Highness is an immortal talent, his ability is not under the emperor, but his heart is far higher than the emperor, only his heart is big, so he can achieve great things, however, there is also the risk of falling too fast, it will be reused by His Royal Highness, and he must be reminded from the side. If you can endure it, you will endure it first, and when the time is ripe, you will do the thunderbolt thing, and finish it in a battle, if not, you are afraid that the snake will not be bitten by the snake, remember, remember! ”

Le Yanwei is cautious by nature, whether it is in the court discussion, or when Li Xian's officials are secretly discussing, there are few things that directly express his position, but at this time, he is completely let go, and he secretly suggested that Li Xian should learn from Taizong to play "Xuanwumen's change" in the future, such words are not bold, once they are ginseng, it is a big crime to be beheaded, Rao is Di Renjie is calm by nature, but he was also shocked out of a cold sweat on his face.

"What Le Gong said Di must be kept in mind."

Le Yanwei was completely let go because he was about to die, but how could Di Renjie dare to make a random statement on this matter, even if he thought it was true in his heart, he didn't dare to declare it, so he could only respond vaguely.

"Okay, with Di Gong's words, big things will definitely be done, hahaha......, good, good, haha......"

The reason why Le Yanwei refused to swallow his last breath was to wait for Di Renjie to come and explain the future, and when he saw that Di Renjie had already agreed to his own request, his mind was at ease, so he applauded and laughed, but he laughed halfway, but suddenly he lost his breath, his head tilted, and he fell heavily on the couch.

"Ah, father, father, woo......"

As soon as Le Yanwei fell like this, Le Sicheng, who was waiting on the side, was in a hurry, and hurriedly rushed forward to probe his father's snort, only to find that Le Yanwei had already gone there, and he was so sad that he cried.

"Alas......"

Looking at Le Yanwei's skinny body, Di Renjie's eyes couldn't help but turn red, but he didn't say more, just sighed lightly, straightened the official robe on his body, bowed deeply to the corpse, and then walked out of the hall without looking back, although his steps were steady, his back looked a lot bleak......

May of the first year of Yifeng is really not a very good time, at the same time as a generation of famous ministers Le Yanwei withered, there is also a person in a dying state, this person is Tubo Zanpu Mangsong Mangzan, then only twenty-six years old, of course, as Tubo Zanpu, Mangsong Mangzan's death will naturally not be as lonely as Le Yanwei, in fact, at this time in the main palace of Hongshan Palace, there are more than 100 concubines and courtiers waiting, but only his princess Janabu is holding his son Juniper Mangpojie standing in front of the bed, The rest of the people were all huddled more than ten steps away from the bed, even Hertzzan, who was the deputy minister, was no exception.

"Wow, mother, hungry, hungry......"

Zampu was about to die, and no matter what the actual mood was, all they could show was a sad state of silent weeping, but Juniper Mangpojie, who was only more than five years old, did not have the patience, and when he was hungry, he immediately cried regardless of it, and immediately smashed the solemn atmosphere in the hall.

"Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss!"

When the princess provoked Nabu to be sad, Leng Buding was so noisy by Juniper Mangpojie, and she was annoyed, glared, and reprimanded in a low voice, but Juniper Mangpojie has always been pampered, and how could she listen to the princess's reprimand, and the crying not only did not stop, but became a little louder.

"Gollum, Gollum......"

Perhaps hearing Aiko's cry, Mangsong Mangzan, who had closed his eyes tightly and did not move, suddenly opened his eyes, and his throat gurgled non-stop.

"Zampu, Zampu, you can be regarded as awake, come on, quickly send the imperial doctor!"

As soon as he heard the movement on the couch, he couldn't take care of Xunzi, hurriedly grabbed the couch, leaned down and went to help Mangsong Mangzan's body, and called out one after another.

"No, no, I, I...... Child...... Enthroned, Deputy Minister, Deputy Prime Minister ......"

Mangsong Mangzan has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he has returned to the light, but he is also not very energetic, he stretched out an arm, pointed to Juniper Mangpojie, who was crying, and pointed to the deputy minister Hertzzan, who was standing in front of the ministers, as if he had something to explain, but he couldn't breathe, his head tilted, and he had fallen back on the couch heavily, and he lost his breath......