When Qi Changrong finally arrived at Mr. Nong Zhou's sickbed, it was already half a moon.

In the cold winter, Mr. Nong Zhou still looked very energetic, he was wearing a gray robe, a plush towel cloth around his neck, and his face was very white.

When Qi Changrong entered the house, he saw that the old gentleman who was supposed to be resting on the bed was standing by the open window, and the cold wind was howling outside the house, and the snow particles were blown onto his face, and then melted into water droplets, falling down his emaciated cheeks.

"Since the old gentleman is seriously ill, he should be a safe patient."

After saying that, Qi Changrong whispered a few words outside, and after a while, several palace doctors carrying medicine boxes rushed in.

At Qi Changrong's signal, Nong Zhou was forced to sit down on the bed, and then he felt a chill, and put his hands into fists to his mouth and let out a violent cough.

When the itch in his throat was finally suppressed, Nong Zhou waved his hand indifferently, and said calmly: "There is a crippled body, why bother?" ”

When the words fell, Qi Changrong directly ignored his words, and lightly instructed the accompanying doctors: "Treat it well, you must let Gu see some effect, otherwise, you don't have to go back to Beijing with Gu." ”

As soon as these words came out, no one dared to slack off, and one of the doctors directly grabbed Nong Zhou's wrist and concentrated on the pulse.

Seeing this, Nong Zhou suddenly looked helpless: "I am already dying, time is running out, why should His Royal Highness the Crown Prince embarrass innocent people again?" ”

"Why does the old gentleman have the will to die, don't you want to see the results of the battle between Jin and Chen?"

"The end is already predestined."

It was useless to resist, Nong Zhou simply found a more comfortable position and half-lay on the bed, allowing several palace imperial doctors to consult on the spot due to his condition, shook his head and sighed:

"Although Emperor Jin An's qualifications for governing the country are average, he raises his son, but he raises him very well, Prince Changrong, no one in the world can stop you today."

Qi Changrong smiled and did not change: "Mr. seems to be very worried. ”

"It's time to worry." Nong Zhou coughed, his lips glowing with a faint blue-black: "After all, no one can stop you, if you are unkind in the future, the whole world will become a hell on earth." ”

Qi Changrong raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Nong Zhou to have such a high evaluation of himself.

Single-handedly disturbing the whole world?

Seeing that she was silent, Nong Zhou had a faint smile on his face, although there was no sense of sorrow between his eyebrows, but the worry in his tone was real.

This sounds exaggerated, but if Qi Changrong's heart changes drastically one day, who can stop her?

Such a person is a double-edged sword.

Nong Zhou did not doubt whether she had the talent of an emperor.

"The prince's intelligence is the best I have seen in my life, and according to His Royal Highness's style of acting, I guess he will not become a benevolent monarch in the future."

"Your Highness is thirsty for killing, and he is doing the way of killing."

Regarding Nong Zhou's words, Qi Changrong neither admitted nor denied it, but just stroked his forehead lightly, looking very helpless: "In and out of the words, Mr. is worried that after Gu ascends the throne, he will become a tyrant. ”

"Will Your Highness do it?"

"No, it won't." Qi Changrong gave an accurate answer, and the smile between his words did not decrease: "Lone is more sober than most people in the world, and understands what to change and what not to do, and Lone will never go against his heart." ”

She often wonders why she has lived all her life and has a chance to do it all over again.

Come to think of it, the answer is not uniform.

But the only thing that can be determined is that in her life, what she wants is Haiqing Heyan, Shi and Suifeng.

The two of them were playing jiji word by word, and several imperial doctors who heard their words fell into cold sweat on their foreheads, but they didn't dare to show any abnormality, they were all afraid.

If you hear something you shouldn't hear, will you be silenced later?

Sensing that something was wrong with them, Qi Changrong lowered his eyes, slightly bent his fingers and tapped lightly on the table, and asked lightly: "You have all been in the Tai Hospital for more than 20 years, and half an hour has passed, and you haven't discussed the reason yet?" ”

Doctors: "......"

They have already come up with the same answer.

The adult's veins are in irreversible decay, and the medicine stone may no longer be useful.

The atmosphere in the room was very solemn, and Nong Zhou smiled: "People live for a lifetime, they have their own birth, old age, sickness and death, all of which are inviolable destiny, and they can't go against the sky." ”

Hearing this, Qi Changrong glanced at Nong Zhou deeply.

Seeing the shame and uneasiness on the faces of the imperial doctors, she finally spoke: "Do your best." ”

As soon as these words came out, the imperial doctors breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed their hands to Qi Changrong and said, "Yes, the ministers obey the order." ”

The days of farming and recuperation are boring.

Countless precious medicinal herbs poured into his decaying body, as if filling a bottomless pit with no end in sight.

The cold wind became more and more bitter, and the snow and frost spread a thick layer on the outside of the house, and with each exhaled breath, a spray of fog formed in front of the eyes.

In the blink of an eye, it has come to the end of recent years.

Gusts of cold wind swept across his cheeks, like a sharp bone scraper, with a cold pain that could not be ignored.

The vision had begun to blur, and Nong Zhou held the hot soup woman, sitting under the eaves and watching the wind and snow in the courtyard.

"It seems that this year, I will be wronged by His Highness to accompany me, a bad old man who is about to die, to have a cold and lonely New Year."

Hearing this, Qi Changrong poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Nong Zhou, who was sitting aside: "Speaking of which, I would like to thank Mr. Lone, who has not been truly quiet for many years, but can take this opportunity to rest for a while, and his lone heart is very beautiful." ”

Nong Zhou took the teacup and took a sip slowly: "Your Highness won't go back to Beijing for a long time, so you're not afraid of chaos?" ”

"No, it won't." Qi Changrong smiled warmly: "Mr. To's blessing, although the situation in Beijing is not stable now, they can't make any big waves, and they are very relieved." ”

"It is really not an easy task to survive in the hands of His Highness." Nong Zhou sincerely sighed: "Under the backdrop of His Royal Highness, the emperor I once served is really a benevolent person. ”

Hearing this, Qi Changrong laughed: "If Mr. praises this, he will be embarrassed." ”

The days passed peacefully.

It's a pity that Nong Zhou's body has reached the end of his strong crossbow, and with the efforts of the imperial doctors, he barely survived the New Year, but finally ushered in death in the new year.

He didn't get to see the outcome of the battle of Jin Chen with his own eyes.

When he was dying, he called Qi Changrong to the bedside and slowly told him: "I have a junior brother, who is the national teacher who is powerful and blessed in Chen Guo. ”

"My existence is the luck of the master, and his existence is the misfortune of the master, I remember that His Highness once owed me a favor."

Qi Changrong: "Sir, please speak." ”

"My junior brother is a shame for the master, as a senior brother, I failed to let him change his ways and return to the right path, it was my failure to fulfill my responsibilities, after my death, His Royal Highness will send him here to be my companion."

Qi Changrong bowed his head: "Okay." ”

Nong Zhou was no longer entangled, and after a long sigh, he closed his eyes peacefully.

In this life, he has a clear conscience.

It wasn't until the body of the person on the couch gradually cooled that Qi Changrong put it into the coffin, according to Nong Zhou's wishes, the funeral of a generation of emperors was very simple.

Protégés from all over the world gathered together and respectfully and sadly sent off the last journey of Nongzhou.

At the funeral, there were screams of grief.

Qi Changrong stood outside the mourning hall, listening to the real low sobs in his ears, and suddenly understood why this prosperous old man invited himself a few months in advance.

During these months, they lived in the same courtyard.

When the old man was awake, he would always look at her quietly.

It is like a vision for a new life, and it is more like an investigation of future generations after coming to an end.

She was the most relieved person before Sun's death, and what Nong Zhou couldn't let go of was this world.

The funeral lasted seven days.

Seven days later, Qi Changrong set off to return to Beijing.

On January 20, he entered the imperial city.

Knowing what had happened in the past few months, Emperor Jin An was silent for a long time.

In the end, he just waved his hand, and did not bother to say more in this matter, but reminded Qi Changrong in a deep voice: "There is still a month and a half, and when it is time for you to get married, everything is ready for the Ministry of Rites, and on March 3, the 'bride' must be on the sedan chair." ”

"If your 'bride' doesn't come back that day, even if you stuff a palace maid, you have to stuff it into me!"

These words, Emperor Jin An said gritted his teeth.

Obviously, it is already the limit of Emperor Jin An to be able to accept Junchen's men's and women's clothes to marry into the royal family, and if this person is absent on the wedding day, the Qi royal family will become a joke in the world......

The anger in his heart can be imagined.

Qi Changrong's heart sank when he heard this.

Things on the battlefield are changing rapidly, although Junchen is not the main general in the army, but it is also Chi An's secret weapon, if he is on the battlefield, who can guarantee that he will be able to get out?

Although there was a hidden worry in her heart, her face was not exposed at all, and after listening to Emperor Jin'an's words, she arched her hand and said: "Father, rest assured, on March 3, he will not be absent." ”

Emperor Jin An snorted coldly: "It's better to be like this." ”

Qi Changrong turned around and retreated.

After returning to the East Palace, Qi Changrong immediately summoned Ji Fang and asked, "Is there a letter from the battlefield?" ”

"None." Ji Fang pondered and replied: "Since a month ago, there has been no letter. ”

Speaking of this, Ji Fang thought about it for a while, and then said, "As for the previous ones, they are all in the hands of His Highness." ”

In other words, a whole month has passed since the last time I received the letter.

But since Junchen went to the battlefield, every half a month, she would get a letter from afar.

Or report safety, or describe the situation of the war.

Qi Changrong's eyelids jumped unconsciously, and her heart seemed to be pressed against a big stone, which made her a little breathless.

The feeling of suffocation gradually spread, Qi Changrong's face turned pale for a moment, as for Ji Fang, he was taken aback, and hurriedly asked: "Your Highness, where is it uncomfortable, do you need to pass on the imperial doctor?" ”

"No problem." Qi Changrong raised his hand to signal, and after calming down the discomfort in his chest, he ordered: "You go and call Xia Lai, and you have something to say to her." ”

No news, or at least not bad news.

If something really happened in the army, could it be that Chi An still had the courage to conceal it and not report it?

Hearing this, Ji Fang took the order to leave.