Mu Changqing clenched the jade box in his hand, approaching step by step, and the short few steps were extremely long.

The few words on the papyrus that were crooked and barely legible were almost all sincere teachings to him, and he was the one who could not rest assured until he died, but he did not make it to see him for the last time.

The sadness on Mu Changqing's face could no longer be suppressed, the hand on the table clenched unconsciously, and the green tendons were exposed, he should have come back earlier, earlier, just a little bit.

A little bit!

Every time it was only a little bit short, Mu Changqing clenched his fists, knelt at Mr. Li's feet, and solemnly kowtowed to him three times, a teacher for one day and a father for life, if there was no Mr. Li, there would be no current him, and the scorching heat in his body made his eyes astringent.

"Childe, don't be too sad, Mr. Li is the most relieved person before leaving." Matsuko choked.

"Did the gentleman say anything before he left?"

Songzi sobbed in a low voice and repeated to him the words that Mr. Li said before leaving, and stepped forward to take out a few manuscripts made of straw paper from the cracks in the door panel, "Since you left, Mr. Li has been awake and faint, this is after you left, Mr. asked me to hand it over to you, so that you must keep it well." ”

The straw paper is rough and simple, the back of the spine is bound with twine, Mu Changqing simply flipped through it, the handwriting inside is neat and thin, and the content recorded is the way to govern the country and serve as a king, and any page in it leaks out, which is enough to make people crazy to covet it.

The husband was innocent of his guilt, and Mu Chang cherished the manuscript away, this was the only thought left to him by Mr., and he would definitely help him keep it well.

Mr. Li is such a well-established material, but he cannot be tolerated by Emperor Wu, and even in order to avoid the persecution of Emperor Wu, he does not hesitate to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

Mu Changqing bent down and gently hugged Mr. Li's cold body on the bed, the scorching body temperature and the sharp pain of the wound made his body stagger.

"Childe, what's wrong with you." Songzi saw that something was wrong with him, and stepped forward to help him, only to find that something was wrong, his hands were sticky, and when he let go of his hand, he found that his hands were full of blood, "Childe, are you injured?" ”

"It's okay, don't make a noise."

After Sheng Mingzhu left his yard, he took advantage of the night to rush back non-stop, but in the end he was still a step slower, how could he resist such a bumpy rush from a wound that had not been recuperated, galloping all the way, and the bandaged wound had already cracked.

The black clothes on his body covered up the spilled blood, and when he got closer, he could smell the smell of blood around him.

"It's time for the night watchmen to come over later, let's go!"

In order to prevent those of them who are imprisoned here from colluding with each other to escape, in addition to being guarded by special guards outside, there will also be warrior monks patrolling the courtyard every two hours.

Matsuko carefully removed the traces of their presence in the house, he had done this thing no less than a thousand times, and he had already mastered it, and after tidying up, he carefully touched the bottom of the bed and pried open a floor tile, and there was a secret passage underneath.

The two of them touched the darkness, through the tunnel, returned to their own house, just lit the fire, and saw an old man sitting on a chair in the house, the old man had white hair, his legs were crossed between the chairs, and he was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and he poured wine into his mouth, and his expression was quite uninhibited, and he was not right.

Mu Changqing was not surprised to see him, but stepped forward to say to him.

The old man turned his back to him, burped, and said in a half-loud voice: "Old man Li, how is it, are you still alive?" ”

Mu Changqing hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Mr. was gone just now." ”

As soon as the words fell, only to hear a clang, the wine gourd in the old man's hand fell to the ground, and the whole person turned his head blankly and looked at him as if he had lost his soul, "What did you say." ”

"Sir, gone."

"Didn't you go get him some medicine? How could it be gone? The drunken fairy jumped down and grabbed Mu Changqing's collar, and his strength was so great that he almost dragged him down, "Didn't you promise me that you would find medicine for him?" You're lying to me, yes, you must be lying to me, that dead old man won't die! The drunken fairy was blank and looked crazy, let go of Mu Changqing's clothes, and kept pulling his hair with both hands.

"Childe risked his life to find medicine for Mr. Li, how can you blame him like this."

Mu Changqing held the pine nut and said, "Soon, the people who patrol the night in the temple will find out that Mr. has died, and there is still time, you should go and see Mr. for the last time!" ”

"He won't see me, he once said he would never see me in his life." The drunken fairy pulled his hair, his expression distorted, obviously he didn't cry, but it was a hundred times sadder than crying.

"When my husband was alive, every time he taught me knowledge in the middle of the night, he would always secretly look at the big tree outside the courtyard in a daze, and the person hiding in that tree was you! And every time the apprentice brings you game, he roasts it himself......"

"You're telling the truth."

Mu Changqing sighed, "Although I don't know what grievances there are between you and Mr., it's just that Mr. has forgiven you a long time ago, and you don't know it." ”

Before Mu Changqing's words were finished, the drunken fairy who was crazy in the room jumped out of the window and disappeared, not even taking his inseparable wine gourd.

"Childe, when did Mr. Li look at the big tree outside in a daze, and didn't the drunken fairy old-timers hate Mr. Li the most?"

Songzi scratched his head, a little puzzled about the relationship between the drunken fairy and Mr. Li, obviously when they were alive, the two never said a word good about each other, and they always thought they were mortal enemies! Mr. Li was so sick that he didn't see him to take a look, how could he now know that he was dead and reacted so much.

"By the way, Childe, the injury on your body, lie down quickly, I'll re-medicate and bandage you, why is the injury so serious?"

……

The next day, in the palace.

When Emperor Wu heard the news of Mr. Li's death, he sneered on his majestic face and said, "Isn't this old thing the one who looks down on me the most?" I feel that I am ruthless, usurping the throne and rebelling, unworthy of being the emperor, and thinking about the first prince, since he is so loyal, I will satisfy him, pass on my instructions, and bury him in front of the tomb of the first prince, I want him to see, this Great Zhou is in my hands, how the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, and the four seas are peaceful. ”