Baiyun Mountain, White Pagoda Temple.

An old man, lying dying on a shabby cotton mattress, his gray hair was messy and boring, and his torn jacket was covered with countless patches, and he couldn't see his original color in jet black.

On the shriveled and thin face, the eyes were full of devastation, and the cloudy eyes were no longer visible, as if the oil had run out of light.

"Childe has been gone for so many days, why is there no news." A thin, dusty little guy paced back and forth restlessly while taking care of the old man on the bed.

The White Pagoda Temple at night, dark and terrifying, there is no light around, the cold wind whimpering in the valley is terrifying and terrifying, and the sound of wolf howling is heard from time to time in the mountains in the distance.

The old gentleman is old, the temple is hard, and his body bones have been destroyed in the early years, and he is only hanging in one breath.

Songzi couldn't help sighing, seeing that the old man's lips were dry, he hurriedly took some water and moistened his lips.

Since the day before yesterday, I have been in a coma, and I haven't woken up until now, and I don't know if I can last until the son comes back, the old bald donkey in the temple doesn't treat them as people at all, and I begged several times, but I didn't see anyone send medicine and ask the doctor to come over.

Apparently they were left to fend for themselves.

Mr. Li Guang, once a well-known erudite master, had been ordered by the emperor, into the court to teach the princes, the current saint and the first prince who died early for many years have been taught in front of his seat, not to mention the peach and plum all over the world, but also the name of the two, everyone admires, the students in the world all regard him as worship, who thinks about the end of life, trapped here, can't even drink hot tea, desolate, except for him, the name of the little guy by his side, no one else cares about knowing.

Songzi has never read, but occasionally in the middle of the night when the old gentleman teaches his son, he listens to it and doesn't understand any big truths, but at this moment he can't help but feel sad.

A person of such a reputation as the old gentleman should not die in such a humiliating place so silently.

The dark walls of the temple are high and high, and the sinners trapped here can only look at the narrow four sides of the heavens day after day, and freedom is out of reach.

There was no charcoal fire in the room, the only source of heat was the small candle flame, Songzi rubbed his hands, and sighed into his mouth, all the things in the room that could be covered were turned out by him, even so, the old gentleman's body still could not gather a little heat.

In such a cold weather, even if you don't get sick, the old gentleman's body may not be able to survive it.

"Zhou Miao, you usurped the throne and rebelled, killing loyal ministers and siblings, even if you ascend the throne as the emperor, the verbal criticism of the world's historians and students will definitely make you restless day and night...... The old minister would rather die than help the abuse! ”

The old gentleman, who had been unconscious on the bed, suddenly broke open his eyes, sat up, pointed his hand in the direction of the empty man and scolded angrily, his voice was full of grief, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, and the words wept blood.

Songzi listened to the name of the angry rebuke in his mouth, frightened, and stepped forward in a panic to cover his mouth, this temple hides the eyes and ears of many emperors, if this angry scolding is heard, they are estimated to have to lose their heads.

"Old man, you can take it easy, just scold quietly in your heart, let's not be too ostentatious." Songzi saw that he didn't continue to speak, so he let go of his hand and took out a hard steamed bun from his arms, "This is the steamed bun I left for you, it's still a little hot, do you want to eat some." The cold and hard steamed buns were put in his arms, and he realized a little hot.

The old gentleman didn't look at him, his cloudy old eyes kept looking ahead, and only after half a sound did he vomit a rough breath from his throat, and he seemed to wake up.

"Why, you're alone, Mu, Mu boy! You go and let him come, the old man has something to say, he has to explain to him. ”

The old gentleman was panting, his speech was slurred, and he said a word intermittently, and Songzi came to him, and it took him a long time to understand, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Childe, he went out and said that he was going to find medicine for you, but he hasn't come back yet."

"He, when will he be back?"

"How do I know this, if I wait any longer, I won't be able to hide it, those old bald donkeys in the temple have come to our side if they have nothing to do in the past few days, but I'm afraid that they are already suspicious." Matsuko frowned, grimacing.

"Lift me up and prepare me straw paper and charcoal." Mr. Li Guang struggled to sit up, his old bones were useless, he couldn't last long, he kept his last breath and refused to swallow, that is, he was unwilling, but what was the use of being unwilling, a stunning character like the first prince was not defeated in the hands of a shameless person like Zhou Miao in the end.

He is worthy of the grace of the first emperor in this life, he has empty ambitions, and he is full of wealth, but he can't even protect the prince who the first emperor has high hopes for, he is incompetent!

The dim candle flame flickered in the cool breeze, and the old withered hand pressed the charcoal pen, trying to leave his last words on the paper.

"Mu boy, ill-fated, he was imprisoned here at a young age with notoriety, but he has a tough heart, instead of giving up on himself, he can swim against the current, and can endure things that ordinary people can't bear, but, you, you have to remember to remind him, don't let him be blinded by hatred...... And the things I taught him, don't let anyone know...... If you can go out, let him find a place to live in peace, and don't care about those rights and wrongs anymore, he, he can't fight his ......"

"Don't scare me, old man, you should keep these words and tell your son in person! I don't have a good memory, and after a while I forget everything, don't tell me, just play the piano to the cow, I can't hear anything. ”

Matsuko made a gesture to cover his ears, not listening, not listening, he couldn't hear anything.

"I, I know my own body, I can't get through it." The old gentleman took a deep breath, his hand holding the charcoal shook unshapedly, and his eyes were dark.

"Even if you support it, you have to support me until Childe comes back, here, you are the closest and most respected person to Childe, if you can't even see you for the last time, Childe will regret it for a lifetime, you are waiting, he will definitely come back soon." Matsuko's tone was eager, and the expression on his face was sad as if he was about to cry.

The room was cold and cold, deathly silent, and only the whining wind could be heard outside the door, as if someone was crying.

There was a grunt outside the courtyard, and the sound of footsteps falling to the ground.

"Childe, you're back." Matsuko jumped up from his chair and ran out the door.

"Childe, you are back, why did you delay for so long?"

Mu Changqing took off her woman's dress, dressed in black, with a cold air, "How is sir?" ”

"Sir's condition is not very good, he has been in a coma for a few days, he just woke up, and he was still talking to you in front of me, you go and see him."

Mu Changqing walked into the house quickly, but saw Mr. Li Guang, lying on the table with his head hanging down, and a crumpled piece of paper pressed against him.

"Sir, sir." Mu Changqing stood at the door and called softly twice.

The man lying on the table did not move.

"Sir? Sir?" He couldn't help but raise his voice again.

There was still no movement.

"Childe, why don't you stand at the door and not go in?" Matsuko followed behind and asked curiously, and when he poked his head and saw the old man who was silent at the table, he couldn't help but cry bitterly.

"Obviously it was fine just now, but just now you were talking to me about your son, why, the person is suddenly gone."