Li Ne has only two sons, one of whom is naturally Li Shigu, and the other is Li Shigu's half-brother, Li Shidao. It seems that he is not outstanding in terms of giving birth to children, but in this aspect, his son, Li Shigu, does not seem to be as good as him. Because Li Shigu has no sons, not one.

Although he doesn't have a son, Li Shigu has another thing, don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about power, but another thing, the same thing that is not very good, sick. Yes, you read it right, and I didn't write it wrong, Li Shigu is sick, a very serious kind.

Li Shigu, who lingered on the sickbed, was very painful, very painful, not because of illness, at least mainly not because of illness, but because of the decline of the family. Illness could take his life at any time, and who would inherit his power behind him became a pain that Li Shigu could never speak. He has no son, and he has only one younger brother, but this only younger brother is a young man who does not learn and has no skills. Li Shigu couldn't imagine what kind of corruption his grandfather's hard work would be if he passed on the position of the envoy of the Ziqing Festival to this good half-brother! But if it is not passed on to him, to whom can it be passed on? Li Shigu was soberly aware that the great family that had been majestic and dominated Ziqing for decades, the Goguryeo Li family, was helplessly declining until it died. What's even more frustrating is that although he is aware of this ending, he is powerless to return to heaven, and sometimes, he even thinks indignantly, why the illness only imprisons my body, but not my mind.

Since it is impossible to change the outcome of Li Shidao's succession, then find a way to change this ignorant young man. For this reason, Li Shigu can be described as well-intentioned, he took great pains to decentralize Li Shidao to the grassroots level, and let Li Shidao stay in Mizhou for three years. He hoped that there, through close contact with the lower strata of society, Li Shidao could understand the hardships of the people's livelihood and understand that the world is not easy, so as to make some changes, however, Li Shidao disappointed him, no, not disappointed, but desperate. Li Shidao, who returned from Mizhou, still stretched out his hands to eat and open his mouth, was still ignorant and incompetent, still liked to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble, still liked to stay in the back hall, and still liked to fool around with the maidservants, in short, Li Shidao still exuded a suffocating and desperate dark atmosphere all over his body.

Li Shigu, who was seriously ill, stared at this indisputable younger brother for a long time, and in a trance, he seemed to see an ancient well, an unfathomable ancient well, an ancient well that exuded the breath of darkness and death. In the depths of the gloomy ancient well, a pair of evil eyes stared at Li Shigu, Li Shigu shivered, rubbed his astringent eyes, and looked fixedly, this time, he saw clearly that the owner of those eyes was his own brother, Li Shidao.

Could it be that I, my family, and even the entire family will be buried in this gloomy ancient well, and the person who dug this ancient well with his own hands will be his own brother? Li Shigu closed his eyes in pain.

Bluebird! Bluebird! Li Shigu, who closed his eyes tightly, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, like a drowning man clinging to the last straw that saved his life. He remembered the beautiful legend about his family, and the magical blue bird that symbolized good fortune and hope. He opened his eyes excitedly and looked around at the walls around him; He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the bluebird's singing. No, no bluebird falling on the high wall, no bluebird's beautiful chanting, nothing, only silence, a suffocating, desperate silence!

Shaking his head in disappointment, Li Shigu instructed the chamberlain to call his henchmen, Gao Mu, and Li Gongdu. When the two henchmen stood respectfully in front of his hospital bed, Li Shigu asked an unbelievable question: "Who?" Who will succeed me? Gao Mu and Li Gongdu looked at each other, and after a long time, they still didn't give a definite answer. Li Shigu let out a long sigh, he knew very well that this was a question that could not be answered and did not need to be answered, except for the half-brother, who could he entrust the burden of the rise and fall of the family to this relationship! In fact, he didn't expect to get a satisfactory answer at all. The reason why I asked this question is just to vent the dissatisfaction and resentment in my heart!

Rather than live in pain, it is better to die happily! So, before the complete decline of the Goguryeo Lee family, the desperate Li Shigu closed his eyes forever.