The lights were lit in the room, and Changsun Sheng, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

After a while, he moved and tried to sit up.

Such a movement alarmed the servants who were guarding on the side.

The servant, who was in a daze, hurriedly came when he heard the movement, holding Changsun Sheng with one hand and a small cushion with the other hand, helping Changsun Sheng sit up, and by the way, put the cushion behind his back, so that he could rely on it.

He is very skilled at doing such things.

Changsun Sheng waved his hand at him, signaling that he didn't have to.

"Help me down."

He spoke.

This stunned people for a moment.

"Head of the house, your body ......"

He said this with concern and doubt in his voice.

"It doesn't matter."

He waved his hand: "It's much better, my body is tough!" The previous foundation is here, and it is not so easy to fall. ”

Seeing that he insisted, it was not good for him to say anything else, so he had to help Changsun Sheng up from the bed according to Changsun Sheng's wishes. Then he walked a few steps in the room with Changsun Sheng in his arms, and finally sat on the stool in front of the table at the request of Changsun Sheng.

Of course, before doing these things, this servant first wrapped Changsun Sheng in a thick layer of fur, so as not to get cold.

"I'll do it myself."

When the people saw that Changsun Sheng picked up the inkstone and ink ingots on the table to study the ink, he came over and prepared to take these two things from Changsun Sheng's hands, and he would complete them instead of Changsun Sheng.

Changsun Sheng shook his head and didn't let anyone do it.

I made it myself, holding an ink ingot and grinding it round and round in the inkstone, moving slowly.

But as he made these movements, the expression on his face became calmer. After a while, he picked up his pen, dipped some ink from the inkstone, and began to write on the paper.

Written with extreme care.

As he moved, words appeared on the paper.

Changsun Sheng's state is not very good, but the words are still extremely neat and meticulous.

At this time, Changsun Sheng did not live in Yang Guang's palace, and he refused to do such a rude behavior.

After he came to his senses, and at his strong request, he was transferred from the palace and returned to his former residence in Zhuojun.

As the night deepened, the wick that had fallen down was picked up by a needle again.

"Master, it's late at night, your body is just getting better, don't work like this, rest early, these things won't be delayed tomorrow."

Speak out from the side to persuade you.

Changsun Sheng shook his head.

"It doesn't matter."

He said: "I know my body, if you are sleepy, go to bed early, you don't have to watch me all the time."

I'm out of the way. ”

Naturally, people will not agree, so they have been guarding him here.

Changsun Sheng also knew his temper as a servant, and understood that he didn't sleep, no matter how he said, he wouldn't sleep, so he didn't talk more, just sat here and wrote things seriously.

I've been writing for a long time, but the speed hasn't slowed down much......

The oil lamp was burning, the night was getting deeper, and Changsun Sheng was lying there still writing.

I don't know when his words began to become scribbled, and it seemed to be very urgent, and the oil in the oil lamp was gradually drained, and the light began to become faint.

In this faint light, Changsun Sheng stopped what he was doing, stopped writing, and sat here in deep thought.

The light of the fire became weaker, and the wick fell on the edge of the bowl, and the light of the fire changed from large to small, and after a few beats, it was still extinguished, and after all, it could not escape the end of the lamp.

"Smack."

After the oil lamp went out, the room was plunged into darkness, and suddenly a sound sounded.

This is the movement of the pen in Changsun Sheng's hand sliding down from his hand and falling on the table.

The servant who was sitting there napping was awakened by this sound, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and the darkness in front of him made him chuckle in his heart.

"The head of the house! Head of the house! ”

He shouted.

The room was quiet, and there was no voice from Changsun Sheng to respond to him, which made him even more anxious.

He groped, found the fire fold, blew it up, and through the light of the fire fold, he saw Changsun Sheng sitting in front of the table.

Seeing such a scene, this congregation couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He hurriedly brought the lamp oil from the side and added it to the oil bowl.

When the twist of the lamp had been burned, he found a new rope, rubbed it with his hands, placed it diagonally on the edge of the bowl, and lit it with a fire breaker.

When doing these things, he moved very quickly, worried that it would delay Changsun Sheng's writing.

"Master, the lights are on, and you can continue writing."

After lighting the lamp, seeing that Changsun Sheng was still sitting there motionless, this servant carefully opened his mouth and said to Changsun Sheng.

His voice sounded in the room, and Changsun Sheng still sat there motionless, not opening his mouth to answer.

"The head of the house."

The man shouted again, and his heart sank.

After a pause like this, he stretched out his hand, trembling, and it took a long time to reach under Changsun Sheng's nose.

I waited for a while, but I didn't feel my breath......

"Home... Family... Head of the house! Clan! ”

His voice trembled and he cried, and after a moment, the low cry turned into a loud cry.

As his cry rang out, the people outside the room were alarmed.

Soon, the situation here was spread and more people knew about it.

As the news spread, there was a loud cry......

"Alas......"

Mai Tiezhu looked up at the sky studded with stars, and was speechless for a long time.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh, with endless sorrow.

Mai Tiezhu and Changsun Sheng are not of the same generation.

Mai Tiecane was almost twenty years younger than Changsun Sheng.

As early as the reign of Emperor Wen, Changsun Sheng was already famous.

The wheat iron rod was promoted by Emperor Yang Guang of Sui.

And there is a big difference between the backgrounds of the two, one is from a noble family, and the other is from a humble family.

Despite this, Mai Tiezhu has great admiration for Changsun Sheng, and it can even be said that he sees it as a senior.

He is not admiring his background, but admiring Changsun Sheng's personality and the series of things he has done.

After a long sigh, Mai Tie Scepter slapped the palace wall in front of him.

How can such a person be said to be gone if he doesn't?!

Shi Wansui is gone, Yang Su is gone, He Ruobi is gone, and Han Baohu is gone...... Now Changsun Sheng is gone.

The ministers of the humerus of the Great Sui are a little withered.

He silently muttered these names, and his heart was not very good......

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