Everything will eventually be erased by time.

The pain you go through thinks is unique and no one can understand it, but it's not, because under the sun, there's never anything new.

At first, you will be knocked to the ground by great pain, and you will not be able to breathe in pain, but then, as time passes, people will slowly begin to forget, or hide in your heart, pretending to be fine.

And no matter what, you will eventually come out of it, after all, the sun rises every day, and the days are still alive.

January 2nd.

On the night of Yang Yanfan's return to Nanqing, he did a lot of things, but he didn't seem to see them, those faces that he would see every morning.

Family is Yang Yanfan's first choice, but it is only one time today, and the busy state affairs in the past have pressed him out of breath, and he has no intention of anything other than the music in front of him.

Now, it is indeed the same as in the past, Wang Ren left Kyoto, which has become the best time for Yang Yanfan to eradicate his remaining henchmen and give Nanqing a prosperous era, but he did not do it.

maybe

He didn't want to do that anymore.

He's tired, really tired.

The defeat of the Northern Expedition, which made everything he gambled disappear, including his spirit, originally planned to go to the queen's bedroom to rest, but for some reason, he sent a ghost to the imperial study.

Looking at himself, after coming here without knowing what was going on, Yang Yanfan smiled stunned, since he came here, there was naturally no reason to go back.

Sitting on the top and flipping through the pieces that King Jin still had to deal with, he opened it and took a look.

"This kid really has a heart." Yang Yanfan looked at the inside of the chapter, and after King Jin left a small note, a touch appeared in his heart.

Yes, King Jin began to grow.

And I'm starting to get old.

I don't know why, I can't see enough of the music in the past, Yang Yanfan looked at it a few times tonight, and he felt a little upset, after closing it, put it back in place, and remembered something, Yang Yanfan took it out of his arms and took out the letter that Mowen dragged King Jin to give him.

The letter paper was a little bent, Yang Yanfan reached out to smooth it, and after seeing that it was not opened, Yang Yanfan hesitated for a moment, and said to the eunuch on the side: "I need to burn my face." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch who was waiting on the side responded, and immediately left, and soon after, walked back with a copper basin of hot water and a towel.

The old eunuch wanted to serve Yang Yanfan, but Yang Yanfan stretched out his hand to stop: "I come by myself, you all retreat." ”

A hint of surprise flashed on the old eunuch's face, but he immediately nodded: "Yes." ”

Subsequently, all the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting in the imperial study retreated, leaving only Yang Yanfan alone, Yang Yanfan looked at such a deserted imperial study, and felt a little unaccustomed for a while.

At this time, a sense of sleepiness swept over, Yang Yanfan shook his head, then stood up and put his hand into the copper basin, the hot water was very hot, Yang Yanfan touched it, and immediately pulled it out.

Shaking his hand, he was also a little blamed for looking at the direction of the old eunuch who had already left, and said something silently.

After waiting for a while, after feeling that it was not hot after the test, Yang Yanfan slowly reached in, and then, a trace of comfort appeared in his hand, put the towel in it, wring it out, Yang Yanfan sat down, and put all the towels on his face.

"Alas... It's been a long time since I've enjoyed a day like this. Yang Yanfan said softly, in the past, Yang Yanfan, who was still correcting the recitals late at night, often burned his face in order to resist exhaustion, but this time, unlike in the past, he had no burden in his heart and no pressure on his shoulders.

Although they were still in front of him, Yang Yanfan didn't look at them squarely.

After feeling that his spirit had recovered a lot, Yang Yanfan took the towel on his face, exhaled, and then opened the letter that Mowen had given himself in a complicated mood.

Looking at the familiar handwriting on it, Yang Yanfan smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his heart became comfortable, but in fact, his face, which was originally very red after being scalded by hot water, was like an ordinary red iron sheet at the moment, and it was not as red as it looked, which made people feel scared when they saw it and didn't dare to touch it.

"Ahem... Ahem! Yang Yanfan covered his mouth with a towel on the side, constantly coughing, a little worried that others would find out, Yang Yanfan covered it very tightly with a towel, until something coughed up, then his heaving chest slowly became calm.

Throwing the towel, Yang Yanfan closed his eyes, adjusting his breathing, and he threw it casually, just throwing the towel into the copper basin, and in an instant, the copper basin was scarlet.

After feeling that his breathing was completely stable, Yang Yanfan took the letter and read it carefully: "Your Majesty... The old minister is gone. ”

After Yang Yanfan saw the first sentence, he smiled, but after there was no mirror, Yang Yanfan didn't know how sad and helpless his smile was.

"Ten years of Taifu, one year of the President of the Supervision Yuan, my life is enough. And all this was given to me by you, Your Majesty. Yang Yanfan was stunned when he saw this sentence, although Mowen was just a simple sentence, but it contained a full eleven years.

Eleven years ago, a pair of monarchs and ministers joined hands to create a truly prosperous era.

Eleven years later, one of them has gone one step ahead. Leave the other person behind.

Recalling his first encounter with Mowen, Yang Yanfan couldn't help but begin to lose his mind and blur, until another pain came from his chest, which made him wake up.

"The old minister still remembers how reluctant His Majesty was when he told the old man to return to his hometown, but at that time, the old minister was tired of the court, and at the same time, he was old and slow, and he was afraid of dragging His Majesty's hind legs, so he decided to leave.

After leaving the court, the old minister was very leisurely, so idle that he was a little at a loss, and the busyness of his life suddenly stopped, which caught the old minister off guard.

I wanted to be cheeky and want to ask Your Majesty to give Lao Chen a half-official position, but I didn't expect His Majesty to come in person, and let Lao Chen take the post of President of the Supervision Yuan.

To be honest, at that time, Lao Chen, Lao Chen, was very reluctant to take the position of president of the Supervision Yuan, and he had read books all his life, that is, he did not become a great Confucian sage, but he was still angry.

The Supervision Yuan, just like Lao Zhang, who sells pork in the East Market, although the pork is of good quality, he will kill the pig with his own hands if he sees it, and he will see a belly of feces.

But in the end, the old minister agreed, because at that time, the old minister seemed to have seen the blueprint of the prosperous era drawn by His Majesty, the prosperous era where there was no power lord in charge, and the people really lived and worked in peace and contentment!

The old minister is fortunate to be able to contribute his modest efforts in it, the old minister... Lao Chen is willing to give everything! When Mowen wrote this, the notes began to be messy, and Yang Yanfan finally cried silently when he saw this.

However, it was not for Mowen's enlightenment, but for King Jin's debt to him.

A minister who has contributed his whole life ended up committing suicide.

How outrageous is what he and his son have done!

"Inspectorate, the old minister does not regret it! Not only here, but also to help His Majesty, and at the same time, let Lao Chen, a dying old man, feel powerful again!

That feeling of vitality and strength coming out every day made the old minister... Lao Chen felt that his life had never been so strong!

Although it is said that this passage was written in Dali Temple, the old minister did not lie. ”

"I know... I know. Yang Yanfan cried and said. Tears fell on the letterhead, and the ink, which had dried up, showed signs of resurfacing.

At this moment, in Yang Yanfan's confused teary eyes, Mowen's figure appeared, and he said the same content as in the letter.

"Your Majesty... Lao Chen has another request, I hope you can agree. ”

"What request?"

"The old minister hopes. After you can return to Nanqing, if you have the opportunity, you can pull that child back on the right path. What will become of him in the future, the old minister can probably guess.

However, he is also innocent, he is a child who bears pressure that does not belong to this age, he will also be tired, and he will lose his temper.

He seems to be able to take charge on his own, but the actual situation has not yet reached that point, but with a little training, he will definitely become the mainstay of my Nanqing! Because, he is the apprentice of the old minister! ”

"Mowen" looked at Yang Yanfan, his face was bright, and his eyes were very proud, Yang Yanfan nodded in approval and said appreciatively: "I know." Your apprentice will definitely not be bad. ”

"Your Majesty."

"Mowen" looked at Yang Yanfan and said softly, Yang Yanfan smiled as if he had guessed something: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's time for the old minister to go."

"Good. But don't be too anxious, wait for me, I'll be with you! ”

"Mowen" didn't hear Yang Yanfan's words, he continued: "If there is an afterlife, the old minister is still willing to be your courtier!" ”

"No, I'll do it, I'm too tired to be an emperor. I'm really tired. Yang Yanfan closed his eyes and said.

Mowen! Absolutely unauthorized!

This is the end of the content, and there is no follow-up.

Yang Yanfan, who read Mowen's letter, didn't know what he was thinking, and now he was just repeating what Mowen said

"I've never been stronger in my life."

"I! And how not! ”

Suddenly. swept away the decadent momentum on his body, Yang Yanfan suddenly appeared on his body, no, not a trace, but a momentum that looked at the world, like the last carnival, which made people's hearts palpitate

"Although I failed the Northern Expedition, I did what the emperors of previous dynasties failed to do, and declared war on the Northern Jin Dynasty, which was a crucial step.

On his day, if Nanqing defeated the Northern Jin Dynasty, then absolutely! There is definitely my credit in it, because I am! Broke the cowardice that had been hanging over Nanqing's head! Because of me, let the entire Nanqing know that the Northern Jin Dynasty can also be defeated. ”

"I've never been so strong in my life."

There was no catharsis, roaring, Yang Yanfan said softly, but this sentence was so resolute and confident.

At this time, Yang Yanfan seemed to notice something, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, touched his chest, his eyes were indifferent, he smiled with relief, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and then began to write.

The expression is very serious, and he does not smile.

A moment later, Yang Yanfan stopped writing, let out a long breath, touched his heart, gritted his teeth, and covered it with a jade seal.

After doing this, Yang Yanfan leaned lazily on the dragon chair, there was no satisfaction, and there was no regret, looking up at the golden dragon above his head, he was very calm.

Later, he slowly closed his eyes.

Later, an unconscious hand knocked over the copper basin that was set aside.

Later, the eunuch came in... The guards come in, the imperial doctor comes in, the king of Jin comes in, Yang Zhongling comes in... The people of the Heavenly Family, except for King Zhao, were all present.

With countless tears, choked up, and bid farewell to Yang Yanfan.

Ten years after Xianlong, on January 2, Yang Yanfan died. In his own way, he left the world without any regrets.

………

Three days later, Sima Han and his entourage continued to move in the direction of Yumen Pass, not in a hurry or slow, really like a migrating family.

Since the conversation between Zhang Hua and Liu Chenfu ended in the carriage, the two rarely met and talked, even if they met by chance during the meal break, the two did not speak, as if they did not know each other.

After it got dark again, Sima Han ordered to rest in a forest, Zhang Hua sat with Zhang Tianhao, Luliu and others, but Sima Han didn't care about this, and even joined them.

Zhang Tianhao was frightened and unnatural, but Zhang Hua didn't have anything, but occasionally said a few words to her, not salty or light, but the relationship between the two also began to become intimate.

Liu Chenfu and Liu Fengming were on the other side, Liu Chenfu took out a coat from the carriage and draped it on Liu Fengming's body, the pair of grandchildren were alone on the side, roasting the fire and silent.

At this time, Lao Ling came to Sima Han, and glanced at Liu Fengming in the direction of what he said, after Zhang Hua on the side heard it, his eyes were wide, and Lu Liu and Zhang Yi were even more stunned, at a loss.

Sima Han's expression was still calm, on the contrary, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and then, after glancing at Liu Fengming's rickety back, she hesitated and came to Liu Fengming.

"Taifu." Sima Han said softly, Liu Fengming opened his cloudy eyes and looked at Sima Han, Sima Han glanced at Liu Fengming, and then at Liu Chenfu, and said in a somewhat regretful voice: "Three days ago, Yang Yanfan had returned to Kyoto. ”

"Yes." Liu Fengming said softly.

"And then... He died that night... and wrote an edict to pass the throne to the King of Jin. ”

Liu Chenfu was stunned, covering her mouth with her hands, for fear of making any noise, and then seemed to think of something, and looked at Liu Fengming on the side anxiously.

At this moment, Liu Fengming's face was sallow, without a trace of blood, and his originally rickety body was shaky, as if it would fall apart in the next moment, his eyes looked at the fire in front of him, motionless.

"Taifu... Are you alright? Sima Han asked with concern Liu Fengming kept panting, for a long time, he shook his head, then stood up and knelt down towards the south, Liu Chenfu knew what his grandfather was going to do, and he also knelt down, and after seeing Zhang Hua in the distance, he looked at him coldly, but his hands were clenched

"Minister... Greetings to Your Majesty! Liu Fengming knelt down and kowtowed and said, tears flowed down his cheeks on the land, and at the same time remained in his heart, on the road full of flowers on the other side, an old man and a middle-aged man.