Zhou Ping lay on the bed, falling into a state of half-dreaming and half-waking. Beside his couch, the guardians of various countries, representatives of the shogunate and the various nationalities under the rule of the empire, as well as envoys from vassal states, filled the dormitory, which was tens of meters square. The representatives of the Son of Heaven and the ministers of the two provinces were mostly stopped outside the hall, kneeling in a row on the steps, and behind them were the scholars and attendants of the various ministries.

No one spoke inside or outside the dormitory, and the scene was controlled by a tense and terrifying atmosphere, and everyone had a thought in their hearts, but no one dared to confide it. The crowd was like a dark cloud, crowded and contested, and everyone was trying to get close to the simple couch, or the general lying on the bed. They were like a flock of hungry vultures, hovering around Zhou Ping, waiting for that moment to come, and they knew that moment was not long away.

In the dream, Zhou Ping suddenly found that he had become younger, and his body was filled with the vitality unique to young people again, and he looked around in a trance, trying to determine where he was. At this moment, a burst of music came, mixed with the laughter of the people, he instinctively walked towards the place where the sound came, and in a dim way, he saw a happy procession, many people on horseback, some playing musical instruments, some talking and laughing with their companions, everyone came happily.

At the head was a burly monk, with a gray beard under his chin, riding a red horse, and talking to the man beside him. Behind him were two similarly described men who seemed to be brothers. Behind them was a strong man with one big eye and one small eye, drunk and didn't speak, the feather arrow in Hu Luli on his waist swayed, as if he was about to fall, and there were many people behind him, but Zhou Ping didn't remember it very well.

People walked past Zhou Ping, and the monk led by him suddenly glanced at Zhou Ping, smiled but did not speak. He winked at Zhou Ping, tilted his head, and motioned for Zhou Ping to follow. couldn't help it, Zhou Ping slowly followed, but people walked too fast, so Zhou Ping turned from small steps to big steps, from big strides to fast steps, and then began to run, but still couldn't catch up, and his breath began to become rapid.

Zhou Ping on the couch began to cough, and the people in the dormitory became agitated, and everyone tried their best to squeeze forward, so the encirclement around the couch became even tighter.

Zhou Ping ran a long way, but he saw that the group of people was getting farther and farther, and he couldn't catch up at all. The monk at the head saw that he could not catch up, so he said something, and several figures on horseback in the team turned around, as if they were going to pick him up. Zhou Ping vaguely recognized that it was Liu Sheng and Xue Liangchen! They ran over shouting Zhou Ping's name and stretched out their hands at him.

The people in the dormitory watched speechlessly as Zhou Ping slowly stretched out his hand into the void, and finally, his arm hung straight down. Suddenly, there was a cry behind the bed. But after a few moments, the creeping was drowned out by the sound of men arguing, shouting, pushing and pulling. Warriors of different races dragged and shouted at each other, all claiming that they had custody of the general's body that could not be ignored. They were not armed, but with every finger they stretched out, there were immediately countless fingers pointed at the man. The men roared, threatened, and greeted each other's ancestors and parents in the most vicious language, and the voices grew louder and louder.

Finally, a high-pitched male voice overwhelmed everyone, and he said, "What do you mean by the guard!" So all the arguments were over, and the next moment, people's eyes were focused on the man kneeling beside the couch. Xue Liangyu had nothing to say, just holding Zhou Ping's corpse, his old face full of tears. (To be continued.) )