In 106 B.C., the great Sima Weiqing died of illness on the bed in his bedroom.

Before dying, Wei Qing never forgot to shout the name of a person in his mouth, and shouted the name of the young man who had passed away for more than ten years.

"Go sick." He had been reciting these two words before he died, and he did not stop until the moment when he died.

Hehe, he took advantage of him, he personally sent the good nephew who valued him more than his life to hell, but in the end, he still didn't get anything.

He couldn't take everything from Huo Quai's hands, but even the last bit of things was taken away by Liu Che.

lost the military power, only the name of the great Sima remained, and even the right to speak in the court was deprived.

Without the second battle of Mobei, there is no way to correct his name, so Wei Qing is still the Wei Qing who killed a generation of famous generals Li Guang.

The generals looked down on him, and the ministers didn't bother to deal with this nominal big Sima.

In the last ten years of his life, Wei Qing lived very sad every day, and he was depressed and unhappy, and he had aged at the fastest speed.

In fact, he could live to sixty, but unfortunately, he was too tired to live and died in his fifties.

Before dying, Wei Qing left a teardrop of remorse in the corner of his eye, he could already see the ending, he could already see the ending of Wei's after his death.

Anyway, he is also the great Sima of the Han Dynasty, no matter what, he Wei Qing has also made great achievements for the Han and Liu Che, so when he is alive, Liu Che will give him face, but after he dies......

"Haha, hahaha! I struggled to pursue my rights and gave up everything I could give up, but in the end it was still empty, retribution, retribution! ”

After saying this, Wei Qing, who was old and unbearable, kept his chest rising and falling, because he was too excited, he couldn't catch a breath in his chest.......

In the end, he ended up with hatred.

Soon after Wei Qing's death, several of his sons were successively demoted to commoners by Liu Che, and the prince of their Wei group who was more important than the sky, and the prince Liu Ju, who was regarded as everything in their Wei family.......

A witchcraft case ended his and his mother's lives.

Wei Zifu took his dream of being the queen mother and his good son to the underworld hand in hand.

When Wei Zifu and Liu Ju, these two last obstacles were removed by Liu Che, he himself had not much time left.

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In 87 BC, the thirtieth year after Huo Qu's death, the seventy-year-old Liu Che, who was riddled with illness, lay on his sickbed and left his testament.

The emperor is located in the young son Liu Fuling, and Huo Guang is the auxiliary government.

Liu Che did it, he successfully passed his throne to a son who did not have any foreign relatives' power, and now, he no longer has to worry about his death and the situation that his relatives will interfere in politics again.

At the same time, just in case, Liu Che gave Liu Fuling's mother to death, and really did it, clearing all obstacles for his son.

But it's a pity, Liu Che may never have dreamed that he would take every precaution, in order to prevent his relatives from interfering in politics, how many people he killed, he almost bulldozed the entire Wei family, but in the end, he ........ The throne still returned to the Wei clan.

Liu Xun, the tenth emperor of the Western Han Dynasty, was the great-grandson of Emperor Liu Che of the Han Dynasty and the eldest grandson of the crown prince Liu Ju.

twists and turns, the throne finally became the descendant of the Wei family.

That's probably the fate.

.........

Wuzuo Palace.

After leaving the edict, with the support of a little eunuch, Liu Che, who was gray-haired and old, stepped off the sickbed step by step and wanted to go outside the palace to breathe the air.

Xiao Shunzi's father-in-law died of illness more than ten years ago, and the cause of death seems to be a violent pawn, yes, a violent pawn died, because he knew too many things, and he also witnessed too many things.

This kind of person, Liu Che will not stay for a long time.

Liu Che, who was only able to stand up with the support of the eunuch, had a smile on his wrinkled old face, and ordered softly, "Go out and let me stay alone for a while." ”

"No."

Soon, all the eunuchs in Wuzuo Palace withdrew, and only Liu Che was left in the palace.

Looking at the glorious Wuzuo Palace, and then looking at his unbearable old appearance, Liu Che smiled helplessly.

"Alas, old and old, this person is still old, hehe, so many years have passed, I am no longer the emperor I was when I was young." Liu Che sighed with emotion.

As soon as people get old, they will naturally think of a lot of past events, especially in their later years, Liu Che often thinks of his youthful days.

Thinking of the great achievements he made when he was young, and then thinking about the foolish mistakes he made in his old age, Liu Che shook his head, restrained the back that had long been unable to straighten up, squinted at the old eyes that were about to go blind, and slowly paced in the palace with depression.

He is old, he is not old, and he can no longer see in him, the heroic posture of the decisive Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in the past.

In fact, Liu Che in his later years also embarked on the path of Li Longji, tyrannical and mediocre.

The incompetence of his later years is in stark contrast to the brilliance of the first half of his life.

A few years ago, Liu Che used troops against the Huns again, but he didn't expect that the invincible Han Iron Cavalry would be defeated this time.

A whole army of 70,000 was wiped out! The main general Li Guangli surrendered to the Xiongnu, and Liu Che heard the news at that time, and almost died in a faint in the court, plus those peasant uprisings that broke out in his later years.......

"Alas, I'm really old, and I'm useless, and I can't even clean up the little Huns." Liu Che sighed quietly.

And when he mentioned the Huns, he couldn't help but think of a young man, and remembered the famous general who had died of illness for 30 years.

"If you were still there, I'm afraid the Huns would have been destroyed long ago." Liu Che, who was dying of old age, looked at the faint candle flame in the palace from afar, and sighed for a long time.

Over the years, Liu Che has thought of Huo Qu's illness from time to time, and the young man who is stubborn and loyal to the extreme.

Don't regret it? Well, I really don't regret it, until now, Liu Che didn't feel the slightest guilt when he thought of Huo Quai, all he had was nostalgia for those past events.

I miss the young man who rode his horse and spear and led tens of thousands of Han iron cavalry to make great achievements, I miss the brave champion Hou, and I miss the invincible Han iron cavalry under his leadership in the past.

"Alas, it's over, it's all over, you've been gone for thirty years, what do I still want you to do? I don't owe you anything, but isn't the current Han exactly what you want? How good, the world is peaceful, the people live and work in peace and contentment, I didn't let you die in vain, I didn't let you die in vain. ”

Sitting on the floor of the dormitory, Liu Che patted his legs and said loudly, "I really don't owe you, look, you go and look at the current folk, who doesn't know the bravery of your champion Hou?" Who doesn't know your prestige? The history books have reserved a separate page for you, you said that you are still not satisfied, besides, I didn't give you a chance back then, it's that you don't know how to cherish it, can you complain about me? ”

Liu Che, who was talking to himself and didn't know who he was talking to, shook his head and sighed: "I can't complain, I can't complain, you hit my knife headfirst, you sent it to the door yourself, you said that if I don't make a move, wouldn't I be too sorry for you?" ”

"Alright." Murmuring here, Liu Che slapped his legs, staggered, and stood up from the ground with extreme difficulty, panting in his mouth, and said: "My life is coming to an end, indeed, your affairs will make me unforgettable for the rest of my life, but it is also unforgettable, now I am going to the place where you live, what do you say, why do you come there and talk about it, I believe that even if your champion Hou is in the Netherworld, he will continue to be loyal to me, right?" ”

"Hehehe." Liu Che's eyes were confused, and he laughed stupidly.

But at this moment, the young man with white hair suddenly stood in front of him silently.

The hair full of gray is exactly the same as the hair of Liu Che, a seventy-year-old man, but the difference is that his face is not as old as before, and he still maintains the young appearance of his twenties, because ....... For it is not the body that dies, but the heart.

After being treated by Taishang Laojun and him, his body was fine, and he was even cured, but his heart was ....... It's dead, so no matter how much you treat it, that gray hair can't get it back.

"Don't you regret it at all!" The white-haired young man, with tears in his eyes, lifted the old Liu Che and asked angrily.

Liu Che looked at him, and a gleam instantly appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

He smiled, who was mentioned high by Huang Xiaowei.

"I don't regret it, I don't regret it at all."

........

"Poof." One palm scattered Liu Che's soul, and Huang Xiaowei collapsed to the ground, tears flowing unstoppably.

He killed Liu Che, he beat Liu Che's soul away, and he avenged Huo Quai's illness, but this ....... But what's the use of that?

Yesterday, he buried Huo Qu's illness with his own hands, and a new grave was erected next to Wan'er's grave.

Liu Che should feel lucky, because the current Huang Xiaowei is just Huang Xiaowei, he is not a devil, let alone Huang Chao, so he did not implicate anyone else, so he came directly to the year of Liu Che's death, and beat the emperor to pieces.

But...... But........ Did it work? Is this still useful?

Even if Liu Che was cut by a thousand knives, even if Liu Che's soul was scattered, he could no longer be reincarnated in this life, but his small army, his small army was still gone, and it was still no more!

He could no longer see the stubborn teenager, he could no longer hear his voice.

Suddenly, in tears, Huang Xiaowei suddenly remembered a lot of past events.

During the Chang'an Heavenly War, the emperors of the Tang and Han dynasties came to participate in the war, but at that time, he did not find Liu Che and Li Longji inside, and he was still strange at that time, wondering why Li Longji and Liu Che did not appear.

But now, he fully understands that Liu Che and Li Longji didn't come, but they couldn't come at all.

Let's ask, how can two people who have been scattered enter the door of death? How can there be a chance to return to the world?

Today's ending was doomed a long time ago.

Why haven't his bones been found in the modern Huo Qubing tomb.......

"Hehe, hehehe." Huang Xiaowei, who was in tears for a long time, was lying on the ground of Wuzuo Palace, and Qi Qi laughed miserably, "Because Xiaojun was not buried in Maoling, he stayed with me, and he stayed in ....... His little viagra side. ”

Huang Xiaowei, whose face was stained with tears, was lying on the ground, his arms covering his eyes, and a low sobbing sound sounded, "Who will be the turn, and who will be the next?" Who will depart from me, and who else, and ....... Who ......"

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On the grass outside the villa, there is a new grave with the words Xiaojun written on it.

Qian Mingguang, who was dressed in battle armor, knelt silently in front of his general's grave, silently guarding the tomb of his general.

No one knows how he came back, and no one knows when he came back, the time was about half a month ago in the early morning, Meng Tian, who went out for morning exercises, found Qian Mingguang lying outside the door, covered in blood and unconscious.

When he was found, Qian Mingguang, who had been severely injured, was already dying.

In his right hand he carried a bloodstained, gaped knife, while in his left hand he carried a package, one stained with his own blood.

But the left hand that holds the package is obviously harder than the right hand that holds the knife.