Once again, snowflakes fell from the sky, and together with the howling cold wind, added to the gloom of winter.

Yang Guang, who was sitting in the palace, once again took out the paper from his arms, spread it on the case in front of the table, and watched it seriously.

These are still the things that Changsun Sheng wrote before he died, and it is not the first time Yang Guang has read these things.

But in the last few days, he still took it out from time to time to look at it, and seriously thought about what was written on it.

Every time he sees these things, Yang Guang's heart will seem more complicated.

On the one hand, I feel sorry for Changsun Sheng's death, and on the other hand, I am moved by these things that Changsun Sheng has done.

Such an old minister, he really didn't want him to leave.

The departure of each one is an extremely big loss for him.

After looking at it like this for a while, Yang Guang was a little sleepy.

Because the war against Goguryeo was about to begin, and because he was worried about the funeral of Changsun Sheng in the past two days, Yang Guang did not rest well and lacked energy.

He yawned heavily, and because he had something else to deal with in his mind, he did not go to the dormitory, but sat down at the table and began to nap with his head on his hands.

Originally, I just wanted to squint for a while and feel a little better, and then move on to some other things.

As a result, after sitting here for a while, he put his arm on the table, his head resting on his arm, and fell asleep here, and there was a small snoring.

The eunuch standing next to him didn't dare to disturb when he saw this, but brought a big coat made of fur from the side and draped it lightly on the sleeping Yang Guang, for fear of waking him up and disturbing his rest.

After gently covering Yang Guang with the fur, the eunuch did not leave immediately.

He stood beside Yang Guang, making a move to prevent the fur from falling off Yang Guang's body, and at the same time paying attention to the sleeping Yang Guang.

After a while, seeing that Yang Guang was still asleep and did not wake up because of his movements, the eunuch's courage became a little bigger.

His eyes began to unconsciously look at the paper spread out in front of Yang Guang.

His eyes are not particularly good, and he needs to squint his eyes slightly.

What Changsun Sheng wrote to Yang Guang was not just a piece of paper, but only one page spread out at this time.

After standing here and looking at it for a while, the eunuch had already read the contents of this page.

Although he still wanted to see some of the things behind him, because Yang Guang's arm pressed the corner of these papers, he could only suppress these curiosity in his heart.

There are some things that can be done, but there are some things that really can't be done.

It's like turning over the papers.

If one accidentally wakes up Yang Guang, even if he is an old man who serves the current Supreme, he will definitely be killed mercilessly by this emperor who is sleeping here.

But even seeing what was written on the paper was enough for him.

Just what was written on these pieces of paper was enough for him to make a difference.

The eunuch, who had finished reading the contents of these papers, stayed here for a while, continued to leave Yang Guang lightly, and returned to the original place to serve, looking as if he had not moved.

It was obviously not the first time he had done such a thing, and he seemed to be exceptionally skilled.

About two quarters of an hour later, Yang Guang, who was asleep on the table, slowly woke up.

Sleeping on his stomach for a long time made a red mark on his forehead, and his arm was a little numb.

Seeing him shaking his arm here, the eunuch standing on the side immediately walked up, grabbed Yang Guang's arm with his hand, and slowly rubbed and pinched it.

This guy has a lot of attainments in this, and it didn't take long for the discomfort on Yang Guang's arm to disappear.

Yang Guang, who came to his senses, stood up and moved his body, and then sat back at the table.

He didn't continue to look at the things that Changsun Sheng had written for him.

He put it away and put it back in his arms, then picked up another fold from the table and flipped through it.

The eunuch was still serving on the sidelines.

Of course, it didn't go as far as it had before......

It is impossible for a person to follow another person forever, even as Yang Guang's personal eunuch, there will be some leisure.

For example, now, this eunuch, who looks older than Yang Guang, has not stayed by Yang Guang's side anymore.

"Go ahead, tell him about this, remember to be careful, don't show any flaws, let people find out."

He whispered to the little eunuch in front of him.

The little eunuch nodded, and without too many words, left from here.

After a while, they walked out of the palace......

The old eunuch stayed here a little longer, drank some tea in a nearby room, and slept for a while, before going to change the guard for another man......

The place where the Mayi military camp is located is white.

Not only was the snow around the barracks, but even the inside of the tents was a dazzling white color.

However, this white color is different from the snow outside, and these white colors are filial piety.

Han Cheng sat in the tent, with a filial piety made of white linen on his head, and some of the same tied to his left arm.

There was the fragrance of wine wafting back and forth in the tent, and in front of Han Cheng, there was a wine jar and two wine bowls.

The jar had been opened, and the bowl was filled with wine.

In addition to these wines, there are also several plates of dishes.

These dishes are very delicately made, and they look like they are full of color and flavor.

And most of them are meat dishes, and only a small part are vegetarian dishes.

Two pairs of chopsticks are placed on the side of the plate.

However, although there were two wine bowls and two pairs of chopsticks inside, Han Cheng was the only one staying here in the entire tent.

Han Cheng's face couldn't see joy or sorrow, he just sat here quietly, didn't move his chopsticks, and didn't drink.

After a while, he picked up the bowl in front of him, touched the bowl on the other side, and then poured the wine on the floor.

The wine in the other bowl was poured in that place as well.

After a pause, he picked up the flask on the side and filled the two empty bowls again.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the bowl and slowly spilled the wine on the ground, the whole process was very silent......

Book Keju Reading Website: