When you return home, peace can be relieved.

At home, there are loving parents, an understanding wife, a filial son and daughter-in-law, and smart and well-behaved grandchildren.

The huge prime minister's mansion has many servants, and the house is well organized.

Pinghe got out of the carriage and entered the house, and the servants immediately dusted him and changed his clothes.

He found that the atmosphere at home was not what it used to be.

Before he could ask, the housekeeper of the house hurriedly came and said:

"Master, it's not good, both the old man and the old lady are sick!"

Ping He hurriedly followed the housekeeper.

He met his parents in the room.

The two of them are old, lying on the bed, and they are not in good shape.

"Son." Zou stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Ping He hurriedly went to the bedside and held his mother's hand.

"Mother, why are you sick, weren't you fine before?"

Ping asked sadly.

"Son, my mother is too old, and she can't help it when she gets sick. You don't want to think about how old you are, and your mother is very old......"

Zou gasped and said reluctantly.

I?

Peace was stunned.

How old is he?

For a moment, he couldn't even think of it.

He only remembered that he had been the prime minister for a long, long time, and Changguo was in good weather under his governance.

It didn't get bad until recently......

Wrong.

Ping He thought blankly.

How many years has he been prime minister?

How long has King Chang been in power?

He gave birth to a son, and the son begat a grandson.

And then what? How many years have passed?

Holding his mother's hand peacefully, something seemed to be slowly flooding in his heart.

"No!"

He shook his head desperately.

It was as if he was about to remember something terrible.

Peace quickly suppressed all the thoughts that should not be there.

That's fine.

Don't think about it, it must have been a worst nightmare.

There is always a way to solve those things in the country, and it's okay.

Peace comforts himself.

He summoned his children and grandchildren, and when he looked at them, he felt relieved.

Suddenly, another subordinate ran outside.

"Sir! King Chang sent a general to our door with soldiers and horses! ”

Peace hurriedly went out to see.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the general read out King Chang's will to Pinghe.

"Introspection at home?"

Repeating the words of the will in disbelief peacefully.

So, what does it mean to bring soldiers and horses here?

Worried that he won't succeed?

After the general took the people away, Ping He found someone to understand the situation.

The ministers of the court and the central government wrote a letter of impeachment against peace.

King Chang made this will.

The situation quickly took a turn for the worse.

From introspection to dismissal.

From resting at home to going to jail.

At the behest of King Chang, Pingfu was raided.

His wife and children were taken away, and only the dying old man and the crying grandson were left at home.

He knelt peacefully in prison, resentful in his heart.

He banged his head against the iron door of the prison and shouted:

"Your Majesty! I am wronged, wronged! ”

"I have done my best for Changguo, and I have never thought about myself for a moment!"

"I am only for the people of Changguo and the society of Changguo!"

"Your Majesty! How can you listen to the villain's slander and put me in prison! ”

His voice echoed through the prison, his head buzzing against the door.

But no one cared about him.

He seemed to be forgotten by the world.

After a long time, Pinghe bumped into his hand, his forehead was broken, and he was dizzy, so he had to stop.

He couldn't help but cry as he thought about everything he had done for the country and what had happened to him today.

Only at this moment did he feel old and useless.

The wrinkles on his face were filled with tears.

He cried for a long time.

Outside the cell, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Someone walked in softly.

Peace pounced in front of the door of the cell and poked his head out of the iron rods that made up the gate.

He stared at the end of the hallway.

A man slowly appeared from the other side of the hallway.

This person gave him a slightly familiar feeling.

It was a woman.

Twenty-somethings.

Although the face is young, the eyes seem to contain thousands of years of time, and there are many changes.

The woman's pace is unhurried.

Step by step, step by step, through the rows of cells.

Her gaze didn't linger on her surroundings at all.

When the woman reached the door of the cell where Peace was, she stopped.

She turned and looked at Peace.

This act suddenly ignited hope in the heart of peace.

"Are you here to save me? Help me! Let me out! ”

Ping's fingers clenched the iron rod tightly, and he asked anxiously towards the woman.

The woman smiled faintly.

I don't know why, although her clothes are very ordinary, they give a sense of peace and extreme dignity.

is obviously a woman, but she has a temperament and awe-inspiring majesty that is not lost to any king.

It's as if she once led the people and made a thousand achievements.

The feeling made him shudder.

Ping He couldn't help but pause, but looked at her with some surprise.

"My name is Xiaohua."

The tone of the little flower is gentle.

But in peace, every word she said seemed to have a thousand weights.

"Dreams are beautiful, but they are not real."

"In reality, a prime minister who is below one person and above ten thousand people will be suspicious of the king, jealous of his colleagues, and slandered by a mole."

"In reality, it is impossible for people not to live for themselves, everyone has their own little abacus, as well as flaws and weaknesses."

"There are no end to bandits, not because the government has not vigorously eradicated them, but because some people can't survive if they are not bandits."

"Corruption is endless, not because the criminal law is not heavy, but because the forces of all parties are intertwined, and the officials protect each other, and finally exceed the scope of your jurisdiction."

Xiaohua's words hit Pinghe's heart like a hammer.

The questions that had been hovering in his mind for a long time and were difficult to answer were solved one by one.

His body trembled.

Sweat, tears, rolled down uncontrollably.

He was wrong.

It turned out that what he and his friends usually thought was the way to save the country was nothing more than a naïve fantasy.

"You think that as long as you are alive, you can ensure the long-term peace and stability of Changguo."

"But you're just a mortal."

"You're going to get sick, you're going to get old, you're going to die. You'll be framed, you'll be dismissed, and when you die, someone else will shatter all the work of your life's work......"

Xiaohua's eyes were confused for a moment.

"My master once told me that this is called history."

"This is the cycle of history."

"Infinite reincarnation."

"An unbreakable puzzle."

"A person who stands in a river can never get out of the vortex on his own."

"Only the existence beyond the river can see the flow of the whole history."

"Peace."

Xiaohua held out her hand to him.

"You are willing to indulge in false dreams as a mortal."

"Or do you want to become an immortal and face the real world?"

"Wake up, peace!"