"Your Highness, it's time to go back." An old man with some gray hair on his sideburns bowed his head respectfully, his voice was not loud but his breath was sufficient. If Shen Enlai was at the scene, she would definitely be able to recognize the old man, one of the few marquis masters in Lu State, and the old general Bai of Bai Fucheng. And the young man who changed his highness to look up at the gray sky, patted his body, and could not see joy. He walked slowly. Bai Fucheng looked at his back, estimating the appropriate distance between the two, and only when the young man's figure was about to disappear from view did he follow.

Night is about to begin, and the night market on the streets of the capital is already preparing. The vendors began to set up sheds and set up their belongings, and the noise never stopped. The boy walked alone in the street, and the excitement around him had nothing to do with him, and nothing could attract him to stop. He could only keep going.

"Copying books, metabolizing family books." A slightly weak male voice paused his progress.

Not his stall, not his voice, not his looks. Just because of his legs covered under a coarse cloth and in a wheelchair.

After a brief moment, the boy continued on his way. He forgot the man's face, his voice, his feet. He remembered the boy in the deepest part of his memory.

"Ah Yu, if I can really ascend to the throne one day, let's govern the Lu country together, and we will definitely be able to restore the Qingming and prosperous times of the past, and recreate a court with a clear Haiyan River."

He suddenly found that he remembered every scene, every sentence, and every expression about Gu Sheyu so clearly. He remembered Gu Sheyu's smile when he pursed his lips, remembered the expectation in his eyes when he looked at him, and remembered how happy and carefree he was at that time.

Crossing the street, he walked into the alley, and the hustle and bustle was instantly left behind. Without the light of the fire and the light of the lantern, he was in the dim moonlight. Just like that year.

"I said, no!" The boy roared, and he looked at the man kneeling before him, his face flushed with haste and anxiety. He ran briskly past the kneeling man in front of him towards the door, but a pair of hands grabbed his speeding feet, and he could not hold himself and fell to the ground.

"Your Highness, I did it." A deep male voice came from behind him, and there was a hint of determination in this voice.

He lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, but he endured the pain in his leg and tried his best to even use his elbow to crawl in the direction of the door. It was rainy for a few days, and the weather was not good. But there is always daylight during the day, and clouds can't cover the sun after all. He followed the light and wanted to go out. A shadow passed overhead, and the man behind him rushed to the door first.

"Squeak-" With this sound, the door closed, and the light was cut off.

"Open the door, I say open the door." The door was locked from the outside, and the room he was in was originally a practice room, with only one door and one exit, and no windows.

"Bang-bang-bang-" The sound of the slamming of the door was accompanied by the boy's crying cry like a ghost, but the door never opened. The room was dark.

On that day, the Gu family in the capital was copied and beheaded, and none of them were spared. It rained all night in the capital.

As the light penetrated through the door, the young man raised his eyes that had never been closed for a long time. He walked out the door. Outside the door, there was a corpse, the body had stiffened, the blood stained the outside of the door red, and the place where the rain had not washed away had left a reddish-brown mark. That man was the man who held the boy in prison yesterday.

His body was not cleaned up and the scene was not cleaned. The boy knew it was because they wanted him to see it.

Let him know that on this road, there is not only Gu Sheyu who dies, but too many people who have died. In the future, more people will die. And they died for only one reason, and that was him.

The capital was washed by the rain all night, and the young man's heart was washed by countless complicated emotions all night. He seems to have left something behind...... But I had to pick up something......

"Little Marquis, you're back." The male voice pulls him back to reality.

He looked up at the plaque hanging "General Zhenwu Mansion". He nodded at the gatekeeper. When he stepped over the door, it was like when he heard the news of Zhao Feiyan's death that day. He was silent, no longer the same as before, just silent.

The road was too long, and he carried too many people's expectations on his shoulders, and too many people's lives. He can only move forward step by step, walk steadily and straight, never turn back, let alone stop.

After passing through the practice room, Bai Xianqi paused again, then continued to move forward, walked to his door, and stretched out his hand to push it open. The road is also coming to an end.

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