In the following days, Yiguang stayed by her husband's side every step of the way, talked to him, or played the flute to him, and when he was very sleepy at night, he put his clothes on the side of the couch and slept for a while.

As the days went by, Yiguang became more and more worried, and the longer the husband fell asleep, the smaller the chance of waking up, or even ...... I slept like this all the time.

This night, Yiguang played a small song of Yue Guo with the flute that her husband gave her back then, and then she talked about the past, and when she said that she couldn't cry anymore, tears fell like rain, she held her husband's hand tightly since the fever subsided, as if she was afraid that if she let go of it, it would slip away from her palm.

I don't know how long I cried, Yiguang lay on the edge of the couch and fell asleep groggily, In her sleep, I vaguely felt that someone was touching her cheeks, could it be that my husband woke up?

Thinking of this, Yiguang in his sleep was full of excitement, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Fucha with joy on his face, "King! ”

Fucha was still lying quietly on the couch, without the slightest sign of opening his eyes, and everything just now was ...... Just her delusion.

Yiguang was like being poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his whole body was cold, and it took a while to calm down his lost and sad mood, but in this way, he no longer felt sleepy, so he simply took the flute that was put aside, and said with a wry smile: "The night is long, and the concubine will play a song for the king again." ”

The melodious tune resounded under the night of the Guanwa Palace, in the light and graceful, with a touch of grief and sadness, which made people feel sad.

After the last note fell, the Changle Hall fell into a silent silence, and Yiguang held the flute and looked out the window at the dark night, not knowing what to think.

I don't know how long later, a hoarse voice fell into Yiguang's ears with the sound of the wind, "I haven't heard you play the flute for a long time, it's still just as good." ”

Yiguang's hand holding the flute tightened suddenly, but she didn't dare to look in the direction where the sound came from, she was afraid that it was her own hallucination again, just like just now.

When she was struggling, a slightly cool hand held her slightly trembling hand, "Why are you trembling?" “

This time, Yiguang was sure that it wasn't an illusion, it really was...... The voice of the husband.

Yiguang took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and looked at the couch, the first thing that caught his eyelids was a pair of gentle and clear eyes, almost an instant when he saw clearly, tears immediately gushed out, more fierce than just now, like a bursting river embankment, no matter how he could not stop.

Seeing her like this, the husband was distressed, and struggled to raise his hand to caress his tear-stained face, wiping away the transparent tear stains, "I'm sorry for worrying you." ”

Yiguang shook his head desperately, and said intermittently: "I thought it ...... The king will not ...... Woke up. ”

"This king can't bear you." In just six words, he expressed his love for her, even if the sky falls and the country changes, this affection will not change.

Yiguang's heart was moved, and he cried more and more, and it took a long time before he gradually calmed down, snuggled up to the bed, and the two hands that held each other never let go.

Arnold sent medicine in, and when he saw his husband waking up, he was also excited, "The king finally woke up, but he made Niangniang anxious, you don't know, Niangniang has hardly closed her eyes in the past few days, and she refuses to leave a single step; And this medicine, it's all a mouthful......"

"Not a lot of mouths." Yiguang was thin-skinned, and when he heard Arnold talk about this, his face immediately turned crimson, and he quickly interrupted Arnold's words.

"The king knows." Fucha's eyes were as deep as a pool of autumn water, and he didn't dare to raise his eyes when he looked at Yiguang, and said to Arnold: "Give me the medicine, and you can go down." ”

"Yes." Arnold pursed her lips and snickered as she handed over the medicine, and the blush on Yiguang's face was covered by her laughter, and her ears were white, as if they were cooked.

The husband pinched her hot earlobe funny, "Look at you, Arnold has only said a few words, and you blush like this, and your face is a little thinner." ”

"The king also made fun of his concubines and ignored you!" Yiguang pretended to be angry and turned away, and Ren Fu almost called a few times, but he refused to turn his face.

"Ugh." The husband clutched his chest and let out a muffled snort, Yiguang was startled, and quickly turned around, "What's wrong with the king, what's uncomfortable?" ”

A sly smile appeared in the husband's eyes, "Finally the king of Kenben?" ”

Yiguang Hui came to his senses and said in a shy voice: "Where did the king learn this deceitful trick?" ”

"I'm just being rude to you." As he spoke, Fucha's chest was stuffy, and he couldn't help coughing a few times, and Yiguang said distressedly: "Stop talking, drink the medicine first." ”

The husband nodded in agreement, but when he faced the spoon handed over, he frowned, and he didn't open his mouth for a long time, Yiguang thought he was disgusted with the medicine, so he said: "There are plums in the jar, and when the king drinks the medicine, it won't be bitter if he has a plum in his mouth." ”

Fucha shook his head and said, "This king doesn't think the medicine is bitter, but he thinks this spoon is uncomfortable to drink." ”

Yiguang looked at the spoon suspiciously, "Don't you use a spoon, how do you have to feed the medicine?" ”

The husband didn't answer, just pointed to his lips with his finger, Yiguang was stunned, and then he came to his senses, and the flush that had just disappeared suddenly came up again, and it was even more violent than just now, and he said shamefully: "The king is really getting more and more improper, and there is no more orthodox, and the concubine can ignore you." ”

Seeing her blushing and shy appearance, the husband was in a good mood, and laughed several times in a row, until he saw that Yiguang had a tendency to be annoyed and angry, and then stopped laughing, and said, "Okay, okay, I won't say it, drink medicine, drink medicine." ”

After drinking a bowl of medicine, the husband recovered a little, and sat half-at the head of the bed on the soft pillow stuffed behind him, "How many days have I been in a coma?" He is now more and more accustomed to calling himself the king in front of Yiguang, and compared with the relatively unfamiliar title of "king", "I" is more casual, just like an ordinary husband and wife.

"Six days." Although he had been mentally prepared, when he heard this answer, Fucha was still taken aback, "I only fell asleep for three or four days, and I never thought it would be so long." ”

"It's good to wake up." Yiguang carefully tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and said guiltily: "It's all to blame for the carelessness of the concubine, and I didn't remind the king to carry the medicine to cure angina pectoris, and I almost broke into a big disaster." ”

The husband comforted: "At that time, you and I were stiff, even if you said it, I might not listen." As he spoke, he remembered what was going on the city tower, and said suspiciously: "What did you say to the second brother on the city tower, how could he agree to open the city gate, and also, before I fell unconscious, it seemed that ...... Saw the father by your side? The latter sentence, the husband was not very sure, because there was only one glance, and he didn't know if he was wrong.

Yiguang told the story of what happened on the city tower in detail, and after listening to Fang Zhiyiguang's thrilling experience in the past few days, he said with palpitations: "This kind of literature is really evil, instigating the dagger to rebel against the second brother, and wants to harm you; Fortunately, you were resourceful and resourceful enough to find out that he killed Zheng Dan, so that you could turn the tide and turn the crisis into invisibility. ”

"The concubine originally wanted to let the literature grow a way out, but I didn't expect him to be so ill-intentioned, fortunately, the result was not too bad, otherwise the concubine would really have no face to see the king, but the second son ......"

Thinking of Gongzi Mountain, who died in the hands of Wen Chong, Fucha also looked gloomy, and said in a sullen voice: "This is his own fault, and he can't blame you." ”

Seeing that Yiguang's face was still gloomy, the husband comforted: "Don't mention the past again." Saying this, the husband said, "What about others? ”

Yiguang shook his head and said: "I haven't seen the second son since he had an accident, so I think he took advantage of the chaos to escape." ”

"Have you sent someone to look for it?"

"General Ji searched and found nothing. With the mind of the writer, he knew that it was not safe to stay in the city, and he should have fled from the city that day. ”

"This villain." Fucha reprimanded hatefully, but he was helpless, although the rebellion had subsided, but now Wu is worried about domestic and foreign troubles, and he really does not have the energy and ability to take great pains to arrest a person.

After a short silence, the husband asked again, "What about the father?" ”

"Although the coachman promised to testify, the concubine was not completely sure, this matter was very important, as long as there was a slight mistake, it would ruin the king and this Gusu city; Therefore, the night before the king returned to the city, the concubine quietly went to see Wu Xiang, he led the army more than ten years ago, the prestige is unmatched, in case the previous strategy fails, only he can suppress those soldiers. ”

The husband listened silently, and said with a complicated expression: "Father...... Did he say yes? ”

Yiguang knew what Fucha was thinking, and said: "Although Wu Xiang and the king have some contradictions, he is a person who understands righteousness and knows the severity; And he also understands that once the second son ascends the throne, these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will be equivalent to falling into the hands of Wenzhong; So the concubine didn't bother to speak, and Wu Xiang agreed. ”

Fucha's eyes were slightly red, and he said in a dumb voice: "I...... I'm sorry for my father. ”

He felt that his wings had hardened, and he wanted to get rid of Wu Zixu's control, and after one desperate conflict after another, he finally got his wish, thinking that he could finally show his ambitions, but he found that he was wrong.

Yiguang hesitated for a moment and said, "If the king can hold on, he might as well go and take a look at Wu Xiang, I'm afraid it's too late......"

Yiguang's appearance made the husband feel ominous, and hurriedly asked, "I'm afraid of what?" ”

Yiguang Silver Tooth bit lightly, and spit out a sentence that made the husband change color suddenly, "I'm afraid I won't see it if it's late." ”

Of course, Fucha knew what the three words "can't see" meant, and said incredulously: "Why? ”

Although he only had a quick glance that day, he could see clearly that Wu Zixu's spirit was acceptable, and it stands to reason that it was impossible for an accident to happen so soon, unless there was something hidden.

Under his repeated urging, Yiguang finally told the truth, "That night, when the concubine saw Wu Xiang, he was already running out of oil and lying on the bed, unable to get up. ”

"Impossible!" The husband subconsciously denied Yiguang's words, "Xiang's father has always been tough, he can lead troops to the battle at the age of sixty, and he can pull a hundred-pound bow at will, and he has no pain at all, how can he suddenly be so sick?" ”

Yiguang sighed and said, "How long has it been since the king has seen Wu Xiang?" ”

The husband was speechless when asked, and since he had been angry in front of him for many years, he had never seen Wu Zixu again, even when Wu Rong died.

Yiguang said eloquently: "Since he was deposed by the king as a concubine, Wu Xiang has been depressed in his heart, and the death of the county lord of Pingyang is a great blow to him, that is, from that time on, his body has deteriorated rapidly, and when the concubine sees him, there is only one breath left." ”

The husband listened in a daze, and his face, which had a little blood, became pale as paper again, and said in a trembling voice: "That day......"

"It was the concubine's method of using a golden needle to pass through the acupuncture points, which stimulated the last breath of essence in Wu Xiang's body, so that he recovered his health in a short time, and he looked like a healthy person, and the price was his next life; In short, Wu Xiang could have lasted a month, but because of that day, he could only live for ten days. ”

"Ten days ......" the husband muttered and repeated these two words, the next moment, he lifted the quilt and stayed, but his legs were weak, and the whole person fell to the ground, he didn't care about the pain, and said eagerly: "Quickly help this king to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, quickly!" ”

"But your body is ......" Before Yiguang could continue, Fucha said urgently: "I'm fine, go quickly." ”

Yiguang couldn't resist him, and he also knew that Wu Zixu had a lot of time, so he had to let Arnold prepare a carriage and drive all the way to Wu Xiangfu, along the way, Arnold wanted to speak and stopped, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.

Fucha kept urging the coachman to hurry up and faster, and it only took half the usual time to arrive at Wufu, and as soon as Fucha got out of the car, the whole person froze there, staring directly at the dazzling white plain flower spirit flag on the lintel.

This kind of plain flower spirit flag, which will only be pierced when the owner dies, is now tied on the door of Wufu, that is to say, the father...... No, Yiguang said that Xiang's father can last for ten days, but he has only been in a coma for ten days, and it is impossible for Xiangfu to die, absolutely impossible.

Thinking of this, the husband didn't know where he got the strength, so he rushed over like crazy, all the way to the main hall, where he saw a black coffin, quietly placed in the center, and in front of the coffin was a tablet with four written on it—the position of Wu Gong.

Ji Lin knelt in front of the spirit in sackcloth, numbly throwing pieces of paper money into the brazier.

Before seeing the coffin, the husband always had a trace of fantasy in his heart, but now...... I can't help but believe that Wu Zixu, the omnipotent and forever towering god of war, is really dead!

Fucha had imagined the scene of Wu Zixu's death more than once, and even had some expectations at that time, but at this moment, there was no half joy, only endless sadness and loss, that feeling, he only had it when He Lu passed away, and even when he knew that Sun Wu died quickly, he was not so sad.

Originally...... After twenty years of getting along day and night, he really regarded Wu Zixu as his father, a monarch and a father and son......

Suddenly, the back of my hand was burned by something, and I looked down to see that a drop of transparent liquid was slowly sliding down the lines on the back of my hand.

The husband raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and the originally dry fingertips became moist, and the original ...... It was his tears.

Not only was her husband poor, but Yiguang was also shocked, she checked Wu Zixu's pulse that day, and she obviously still had ten days to live, but now it is only the sixth day, how can she ......

Yiguang calmed down and said, "When did it happen?" Why didn't anyone tell me? ”

Arnold said gloomily: "It was last night, and the slave saw that Niangniang was exhausted because of the king's affairs, so she didn't dare to tell Niangniang about it." ”

"But...... It shouldn't have been last night, it's clear that there are still five days to go. Yiguang muttered to herself, with her medical skills, it was impossible for her medical skills to deviate so much, there must be something wrong with it.

At that time, Ji Lin got up and said astringently: "Originally, it could indeed last for ten days, but Wu Xiang knew that the crisis of Wu State had not really been resolved, and the Yue State would attack at any time, so after Wu Xiang came back, he stayed awake day and night, exhausted himself, and made a plan to fight against Yue Guo." Speaking of this, Ji Lin took a roll of bamboo slips handed over by the housekeeper, presented it to the husband, and choked up: "Before Wu Xiang died, let the last general be handed over to the king himself." ”

Fucha took it with trembling hands, but a small roll of bamboo slips still weighed a thousand catties, which made him unbearable, after unfolding, it was full of dense rope head small characters, Fucha could see at a glance that it was Wu Zixu's handwriting, but the pen was weak and weak, obviously it was written when he was seriously ill, and several bamboo slips left dark red traces, Fucha knew that this was Wu Zixu's blood spitting out, and he could almost see Wu Zixu writing bamboo slips while vomiting blood.

"Father...... Xiang's father ...... "The husband held the bamboo slip and shouted these two words over and over again, crying blood; It's a pity that Wu Zixu can't hear it anymore.

The more the husband called, the more sad he became, he fell on the ground and cried bitterly, until this moment, he didn't know how good and important Wu Zixu was to himself, but unfortunately it was too late.

The fate of the father and son of the monarch and the minister, this is the end!

The husband barely suppressed the sadness in his heart, and carefully held the bamboo slip that weighed as much as a thousand catties and said in a dumb voice: "Father, what else do you have to say?" ”

Hearing this, Ji Lin's expression suddenly became complicated, "Lord Xiangguo has something to explain, I hope the king can agree." ”

The husband didn't notice the change in his expression, and urged, "What's the matter, tell me quickly." ”

Ji Lin seemed to have some unspeakable addiction, and he didn't go down for a long time, until his husband urged him again and again, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Lord Xiangguo said that after he died, he gouged out his eyes and put them on the east gate!" ”

The husband felt ashamed of Wu Zixu, and originally wanted to fulfill his last wish for him, in order to comfort the latter's spirit in the sky, but he never expected it to be such a request, both shocked and sad, staggered back a few steps, and after barely standing firm with Yiguang's hand, he said in a trembling voice: "Father...... Do you resentfully this king so much? ”

"Lord Xiangguo didn't hate the king, otherwise he wouldn't have died desperately to leave this book of war for the king." Ji Lin's words comforted the husband a little, but then more doubts rose, "In that case, why did the father gouge out his eyes and put them on the east gate?" ”

"Lord Xiangguo said that he has been in Wu for decades, and he has long regarded himself as a Wu person, no matter whether the Wu country will prosper or decline in the future, whether it will rise or fall, he wants to see it with his own eyes."

The husband staggered forward, his fingers slowly stroking over the cold and hard coffin, "Father Xiang's heart is the family and the country, and so far he has been working hard for Wu Guo and me, the king who is not a weapon, but I think I have grown my wings, and I have used some trivial things to find out a lot about my father, and finally demoted my father to a concubine, so that my father is restless in his old age and dies of depression, I really deserve to die!" Damn it! ”

The voice of the husband choked up and mourned in the mourning hall, which made people cry, and the old housekeeper on the side was even more tearful, he followed Wu Zixu for more than 20 years, and watched the latter from the prosperity to the decline, and also saw with his own eyes that this Wu Xiangfu was full of people from the door to the night, and tasted the warmth and coldness of the people.

After a long time, the husband wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said: "This king understands that my father is worried about the country and the people, but it is absolutely impossible to gouge out his eyes. ”

"But this is the last wish of Lord Xiangguo." Ji Lin was also reluctant in his heart, but Wu Zixu forced him to come down before he died.

Fucha said excitedly: "This king doesn't care whether he has a will or not, in short, he can't let his father be hurt again after he dies, let alone let him be incompletely buried in the ground, as for the ...... of Wu Guo" He took a deep breath, looked at the pitch-black coffin and said word by word: "This king is not dead, and the country of Wu is not destroyed!" ”

Seeing that his attitude was so firm, Ji Lin sighed and stopped speaking, although doing so violated his original promise, but indeed, he preferred that Wu Zixu could be buried intact.

The old butler, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly sighed and said, "Sure enough, the master guessed correctly." ”

Ji Lin said suspiciously: "How do you say this?" ”

The old butler wiped away his tears, "The old man expected that the king and General Ji would remember the old relationship, and he didn't want to gouge out his eyes, so ...... I explained to the villain in advance that before entering the coffin, I must gouge out my eyes. As he spoke, he trembled and took a jade box, and when he opened it, there was a pair of eyeballs inside.

Looking at the bloodshot eyes, the husband was sad, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he was taught by Wu Zixu when he was a child, at that time he was most afraid of looking at Wu Zixu's eyes, and always felt that those eyes were too harsh, not as gentle and amiable as Master Sun, but as if a knife would fly out at any time, it was daunting, and at that time I thought, why did my father find such a strict teacher.

Perhaps, at that time, he already had a rebellious heart, and the appearance of Fan Li pushed this rebellion to the top.

"I'm sorry for my father...... I'm sorry for my father......" The husband repeated this sentence over and over again, and the whole person trembled, like a fallen leaf in the cold winter, which made people feel sad.

"The king has not recovered from his serious illness, and he mourns at the festival; Lord Xiangguo has a spirit in the sky, and he doesn't want to see the king so sad. Yiguang comforted softly.

Yiguang's persuasion did not relieve the husband, but recalled what he had done in the past two years, and became more and more sad, hiding his face and crying bitterly, and the transparent liquid seeped out of his fingers from time to time.

Repentance - it's too late!

Two days later, despite his illness, the husband insisted on supporting the spirit, personally sent Wu Zixu to be buried, and then personally came to the east city gate and placed the jade box containing Wu Zixu's eyes on the city wall, so that he could watch the rise and fall of Wu with his own eyes.

In the following days, under Yiguang's careful treatment, the husband gradually recovered, but he was always depressed, only when he was facing Yiguang, he would have some smiles, Yiguang knew that the husband could not let go of the guilt of Wu Zixu in his heart, and the only thing she could do was to accompany her husband through this difficulty.

The two snuggled up to each other and supported each other, but it also had a bit of a quiet time, but this quiet was soon broken by the Vietnamese army under the east city gate.