A boulder fell to the ground in Lanjing's peace of mind, but it was a little lost. Now that he has become the crown prince, I don't think he will come to Gangneung City again, right? If he doesn't come, she won't be able to ask God for forgiveness for him, but she won't have to worry about seeing him again.

Zhang Xun stole a glance at Lan Jing'an's expression, and saw that her face was calm and waveless, so he finally put his mind at ease, only to hear Lan Jing'an ask again: "Do you know when it was established?" ”

Zhang Xun paid attention to Lan Jing'an's son and replied: "June 12, the Thousand Autumn Festival of the Empress of the Xia Kingdom. The ninth prince of Xia was first succeeded under the name of Empress Fu, and then made the crown prince. ”

Lan Jing'an heard this, and quietly put his hand back on the chess box, pinching it tightly. Only she knew how cruel it was for Xie Weining to be passed under the name of Empress Fu. Without thinking about it, she knew that if the Fu family could give up the eldest prince Xie Chengxian and agree to let Xie Weining be the crown prince, there would inevitably be twists and turns. Every step he had taken was hard, and this step was more painful for him than all the previous ones combined.

At that time, he was full of joy and begged to marry him, hoping that someone would accompany him out of that quagmire. But she not only lost him, but also made his situation even more unbearable. Thinking about Brother Qingyun's methods in the Xia Kingdom, Lan Jing'an was even more uncomfortable.

Zhang Xun looked at Lan Jing'an's hand that he put in the chess box for a long time and didn't take it out, and he was a little frightened in his heart. Could it really be that Qingtian guessed it again? No, probably not. In any case, with the great priest's strong forbearance and his attention to responsibility, he didn't need to worry about anything.

Zhang Xun saw the figure in Xiangyang City who often went in and out with the big priest in front of him. The last time Xie Weining said goodbye to himself in Jiangling City, it was really emotional to think about it now. Zhang Xun sighed silently in his heart: I hope that this new prince of Xia Kingdom will never appear on the land of Qianguo again.

Lan Jing'an's hand finally pulled out of the chess box, and sharply put the chess pieces in his hand in the place that had already been calculated. As soon as Zhang Xun saw where she was down, he abandoned the sunspot in his hand, waited for Lan Jing'an's movements, and sighed lightly: "It was my negligence." ”

Lan Jing'an's bare hand landed on the chessboard, and he gently lifted the seeds, and the sunspots were so large that they were easy to be eaten. Lan Jing'an silently counted his children and said, "Your matter is basically settled. Thank you for your continued efforts. After Zhang Xun raised his head and exchanged a tacit look with Lan Jing'an, he lowered his head again, feeling sorry for the place he had just lost.

At the end of the first game, when the hour had passed, Zhang Xun got up to say goodbye. Lan Jing'an asked Feng Shen to personally send him back to the house, and turned around and went to the study. Less than two moments later, a few more people left the Shen Mansion under the cover of night.

On 17 July, Xiao Qingyun, accompanied by Lan Jing'an and Zhang Xun, went to Guo Qingtian's mansion. After Xiao Qingyun had a secret conversation with Guo Qingtian for an hour, he worshipped Guo Qingtian as his teacher. Lan Jing'an stood in front of Mr. Qingtian's bed to witness Brother Qingyun's apprenticeship, and looked at Xiao Qingyun's eyes full of gratitude.

Lan Jing'an didn't know that although Mr. Qingtian had been born for a long time, he also hoped to leave a reputation for the Yang Zhai Guo family, and hoped that some of his ideas could really be absorbed into the national policy for the benefit of the world. Brother Qingyun did this, in addition to considering the future of the country, but also fulfilling Mr. Qingtian's lifelong efforts.

Guo Qingtian persisted for another two days, and finally drove west on the night of 19 July. Lan Jing'an had already stayed at his bedside on the afternoon of the 19th and had not left. And after Xiao Qingyun got the news that night, he also went to Guo Qingtian's apartment from the Taiping Palace and gave him his last ride. Seventy-four-year-old Guo Qingtian left this world with a smile in the company of everyone, leaving no last words except for some writings.

As a very famous Confucian sage in the history of Qianguo, Guo Qingtian experienced ups and downs in his life, but at the end of his life, he finally became an emperor and became a legend through the ages. His ideas have always influenced later generations, in addition to his book of governance has been regarded as a collection of emperors of the past dynasties, his philosophical ideas are in a class of their own, with countless followers.

And at the moment, there are few people in the world who know Guo Qingtian. But those who are sensitively informed have heard that the great priest has been ordered to visit this little-known old man every day, and the Lord has worshipped this man as a teacher. Therefore, as soon as Guo Qingtian's mourning hall was put on the table, unfamiliar officials went to worship. After someone met the Lord and the Great Priest in the mourning hall, the news about Guo Qingtian spread faster, and there was an endless stream of people who came to worship, which made this not too small courtyard crowded.

Lan Jing'an listened to the various sorrowful cries in the front yard behind him, and his face showed some impatience: "I don't know if these people are also so hard when they cry for their ancestors." Obviously, you and I deliberately avoided it, and made this demeanor, really... Alas. ”

Seeing that there were only the two of them in the room, Xiao Qingyun patted Lan Jing'an's hand and comforted her: "Forget it, let them go." Why don't I go back with you first, and then come back when there's no one? ”

Lan Jing'an also felt that he was too mean, sighed, got up and said, "It's me or not, let's come back in the evening." However, I pity the child who has to deal with all kinds of grief. ”

Xiao Qingyun got up with Lan Jing'an and asked her softly, "Do you want to go back to Taiping Palace with me or to Shen Mansion?" ”

Lan Jing'an was in a bad mood, but he couldn't kneel in front of Mr. Qingtian's spirit and cry for him. She thought for a moment and said, "I want to run a horse." ”

Xiao Qingyun did not refuse, but let Lan Jing'an choose the location by himself. Lan Jing'an called Feng Shen over and gave a few orders, and after a while, an inconspicuous white cloth carriage stopped at the back door of Guo Qingtian's apartment. Lan Jing'an and Xiao Qingyun got into the carriage, and Feng Shen personally drove away with a few guards outside the city.

Lan Jing'an sat in the carriage and didn't say a word, but the more he walked out of the city, the more solemn his expression became. When he arrived at the place, Lan Jing'an stood beside the tall horse, looking at this familiar horse farm stupidly, and stayed for a while before turning over and getting on the horse. But instead of running at the racecourse, she went away from the racecourse. Xiao Qingyun didn't know where she was going, but he just followed behind her, raised his whip, and rode away as well.

After less than two moments of riding, we arrived near a forest. Lan Jing'an jumped off his horse, left his horse beside the woods, and began to hike through the woods. She didn't let the shadow guard follow, only Xiao Qingyun stayed by her side, accompanied her through the woods full of concern, and passed a small bridge made of a few wooden planks, and went straight to a thatched hut by the stream.

The fields are still there, the streams are murmuring, but the thatched houses are long gone. Lan Jing'an pushed open the familiar firewood door and walked to the door of the main house. In front of the unlocked main house, there were no poultry to disturb, no rhubarb lying on her stomach, and no clever boy to greet her. Lan Jing'an took a deep breath and pushed open the closed door.

The furniture is still there in the house that has been idle for most of the year, but those familiar calligraphy and paintings, just like their owners, will never appear here again. Lan Jing'an bent down and gently stroked the dusty bookcase with her hand, and water droplets suddenly appeared on the empty bookcase, one drop, two drops, splashing the dust into the hollows, just like her mood now.