"I'm back." Gu Mingchao handed the cloak to Gui Hong, stepped forward and covered his cold hands, "It's June days, and your body is still so cold."

Xie Songzhao pulled out his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, "It's old." Did the ceremony go well?"

"Well, Your Majesty asked me to come back and tell you. Ah, I'll have to discuss the defense of the north later, and I may not be back until the evening, so go to bed early, don't wait for me." Gu Mingchao carefully tucked the quilt corners for him.

Xie Song bowed his head, "Well, okay, I'm not waiting for you."

Gu Mingchao gently touched his neck, "In two days, we will leave for home, and we will meet the old valley master halfway."

"Okay." Xie Songzhao lowered his head and coughed, "Ming Dynasty, do you have any wishes?"

Gu Mingchao smiled and pulled down his shirt for him, "Yes, one wishes for the world to be peaceful, and the other wishes for good health." Three wishes to come to the old man, and see you in count."

Xie Songzhao smiled helplessly.

Gu Mingchao put a pillow behind him by the shoulder, "I'll change my clothes."

Xie Song touched his pulse and looked up thoughtfully, the sunlight outside looked like a crescent moon.

"What are you doing here?" Gu Mingchao came out with Dayu in his arms, and saw Xie Songzhao sitting on a chair and picking up tea.

"Give you cannon tea, and when you come back from your errands, it will be fine." Xie Songzhao smiled between his eyebrows and eyes, and his complexion was better than Fang Cai.

Gu Mingchao put a big coat on him, "Okay. I'll be back when I'm done."

Xie Songzhao waved his hand and said, "Go quickly, if you rub it again, the tea will be cold when you come back."

Gu Mingchao looked at the small stove next to him, got up with a smile, took his cloak and left.

Xie Songzhao stopped what he was doing, watched him walk out in three steps and two steps, and sighed softly, "Guihong, bring the pen and paper."

Guihong came over with a pen and paper, and said suspiciously, "Master Hou, aren't you cannon tea?"

Xie Songzhao coughed lightly, pressed his chest and said, "I'm afraid time is running out. Recently, I slept more and woke up less, and I didn't like water and rice, and today is even more ......."

Guihong was shocked, and was about to go out to shout Luo Xinli, but when he turned around, he saw Luo Xinli coming in with a medicine bowl tiredly, "Drink medicine."

"Lord Luo......" Gui Hong looked at him with blank eyes.

Luo Xinli sat down and wiped his face, "I tried my best......

Guihong was stunned by thunder, Xie Songzhao shook the medicine bowl with his hand, "It's hard for you."

The wind from the north roared and slammed against his door, and Luo Xinli tore his throat with difficulty, "You have too many old diseases, now that Gu Ming can take care of things, you let go of it in one breath......

Xie Songzhao smiled indifferently, "That time, the King of Chu injured his head and hands, and Vata and his party were seriously injured, and they forcibly lifted the knife when they were in the state of Chen, and their hands were completely useless. I just don't know why, I always cough ......."

"It hurts my heart." Luo Xinli looked at the beams of the house.

Xie Song looked at the letter on the table and stroked it gently, "Pity Ming Dynasty. In the five years that have followed me, I have only been powerless and separated from life and death."

For the first time in his life, Guihong put the knife aside, resting his hands weakly on his legs, "Master Hou, why don't you leave Gongzi behind?"

Xie Songzhao said lightly: "The appearance of people before they leave is not good-looking. Sit with me a little longer, and you can go too."

Gui Hong, "Hou Ye......"

He slowly and logically instructed the future, "After I die, I will not mourn, and I will send an obituary when I return to the south of Jiaoxue Pass, and then ...... Everything is stable."

Guihong looked at him with a slightly ruddy face, and his eyes for help kept staring at Luo Xinli, who just looked at the beam.

"Remember, what I say, my uncle and aunt will definitely ask you...... Asked why I didn't go back to Jiangzuo...... Ahem......" Xie Songzhao's body wrapped in the big haze was thin, and his cough was both involved in pain all over his body, "My father is buried in the soldiers' mausoleum, which is intended to ...... With the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang. I...... I buried Yan Du outside the capital to wake up His Majesty to treat the generals properly......

The flush on his face gradually dissipated, and he kept panting, and Gui Hong kowtowed in a muffled voice, "Yes, my subordinates should keep it in mind."

Xie Songzhao reluctantly gave up

, "Brother Luo, I'm sorry, I smashed your signboard."

Luo Xinli shook his head, and Xie Song looked at his pale hand, "Guihong, you remember to tell the Ming Dynasty that the wine on the thirteenth floor, Luo Chuan doesn't need money to drink. And also...... Tired old valley master to take this trip, I am very sorry in my heart, you will give all the ancient books I have collected over the years, all medical books, to the Medicine King Valley......" Xie Songzhao finished this long list, and after a long while, Guihong listened almost numbly, and only the sound of water could be heard in the room. Chinese Net

Xie Songzhao raised his hand and stroked his forehead, "After I leave, you remember, this year's Kong Ming lantern...... I've already set... I'm going to pick up ...... at Treasure Lantern Workshop."

"Yes."

"And ...... Give him a weak crown gift, and the one who should be invited...... You have to know in your heart...... I have already written to ask the second uncle to crown him......" Xie Songzhao's voice gradually weakened.

"Yes."

The wind beat against the doors and windows, and a thousand words converged into a sigh.

Xie Songzhao reluctantly cheered up and looked at the stove, "He can't drink this tea, the water is ...... Burned dry......

Guihong said softly, "Master Hou, if you leave, Gongzi will have no one to support him."

Xie Songzhao felt like he had been bitten by an ant on his fingertips, and his heart hurt, and he had already made arrangements for the things next to him, and he had nothing to worry about, but only the Ming Dynasty ......

Guihong moved forward twice, "Master Hou, you wait a little longer, hold on a little longer, the old valley lord is already here, and the weak crown ceremony of the prince is also coming soon, and the celebration banquet you discussed with Lin Shuai and them has not yet been held......

Xie Songzhao shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to, but ......."

Luo Xinli turned his head to look out the window, the summer sun was bleak, like paper money scattered by God, "Xiao Zhiyi and Yang Yunkuo, just give one to Zhou Guo, and the road you will walk will not be so difficult."

The incense stick in the corner of the case burned to the end, and Xie Songzhao's letter was finished, he half-closed his eyes, letting his wrist tremble with pain, "You handed over the letter to Your Majesty and the Ming Dynasty, as well as the juniors in the clan, which is my last bit of heart."

Guihong's hands trembled and he went to seal the letter.

Xie Songzhao said softly, "Okay, you guys go out."

Guihong's eyes were red, and he didn't want to go out, so Luo Xinli patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go."

The moment the door closed, Xie Songzhao slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the door, Guihong wiped his eyes and was about to go out of the courtyard, but Luo Xinli grabbed him, "What are you doing?"

"Call Childe back." Gui Hong broke away from his hand.

Luo Xinli glanced at the gloomy sky, "What did you call him back for?" He's on the verge of death, and it's hard to say a word now, and if you call him back, you can only hug and cry."

Guihong sat down under the porch in frustration, "What should I do with my son?"

"What to do...... The days will go on." Luo Xinli sat down against the pillar.

Guihong looked at the closed door, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red again, "You said that Master Hou's life is worth it?"

Luo Xinli put his hand into the water tank under the porch, the water was so cold that it was bitterly cold, "How is it not worth it? This prosperous world will come to pass, and all that circulates in this prosperous world is his shadow."

Xie Songzhao rubbed the jade buckle, sighed softly, and slowly closed his eyes. He is still selfish, but he still wants to give him a perfect situation where he can advance and retreat, so that he can advance and retreat freely.

As soon as everyone in the main hall finished discussing the scheduling of soldiers and horses, Gu Mingchao suddenly covered his heart, as if someone had ripped away a piece with a knife.

Emperor Jiayou noticed his expression, "Ming Dynasty?"

Gu Mingchao raised his head, his face was a little pale, "The minister is not in the way."

Emperor Jiayou rubbed his eyebrows, "Let's discuss it tomorrow, I want to discuss it with my brother first."

Everyone bowed and saluted, "Yes."

Gu Mingchao remembered Xie Songzhao's tea, and the uneasiness in his heart made him even more uncomfortable, so he hurriedly rushed back after leaving Emperor Jiayou.

Before he had stumbled over the courtyard gate, Gui Hong, who was sitting under the porch, stood up with a sigh, "Childe?"

Gu Mingchao ripped off his cloak, "Did he sleep?"

Guihong sat back and shook his head gently, Gu Mingchao saw his red eyes, and a bad feeling came to his heart, pushed open the door and rushed in.

Xie Songzhao sat on the chair, his eyebrows lowered, Gu Mingchao cautiously approached him, reached out to catch his pulse, and did not beat!

He raised his head in disbelief, looked at Xie Songzhao's closed eyes, took a deep breath, and his voice was shaking, "Xie retreat...... Don't scare me......

Guihong knelt behind him, "Childe, Master Hou left two hours ago...... The coffin is ready...... Master Hou wants to be buried outside Yandu......

In the past, the jokes were behind the scenes, and now they are all in front of us.

Every sentence relayed by Gui Hong was like boiling oil frying Gu Mingming's heart.

Gu Mingchao repeatedly touched his pulse, and kept calling his name in his mouth, but Xie Songzhao would never raise his hand to touch him again.

Outside the window, the summer cicadas screamed heartbreakingly, and the people in the room couldn't cry.

In the end, Gu Mingchao seemed to know that Xie Songzhao was really gone, so he buried his head in despair, hugged his waist, and remained motionless.

It was he who brewed the spring and ruined the passing years.

In the second year of Jiayou, Yongzhao Marquis Xie Song was in the autumn word city of northern Xinjiang at the age of twenty-five. The emperor mourned, and said that he would follow his relatives and say: Heaven will not make me unified. Later, he was posthumously presented as the king of Yongzhou, the protector of the country, the emperor, and the Taimiao.

Gu Ming Dynasty helped Ling go south and returned to Yandu, the moonlit streets were just like the former Xiyu Street, but they were no longer the young men they were at the beginning.

Twenty years later, Emperor Jiayou was critically ill and summoned important ministers to Beijing, preparing to "exchange blood" for the imperial court so that the new emperor could ascend the throne. Just cut the power of the people.

Gu Mingchao was summoned to the palace, Emperor Jiayou took his hand and kept telling the future, Gu Mingchao gave his hand lightly, "Your Majesty, rest assured, what he left behind, the minister will not care."

Emperor Jiayou didn't seem to hear it, and muttered, "Brother, in my life, I have never been suspicious of you. Prince...... If the foundation is unstable, I will leave it to you, and when he controls the situation, brother, you will go back and plant bamboo, okay?"

Gu Mingchao seemed to be used to being mistaken for Xie Songzhao, and responded without changing his face, "The minister obeys the order."

In the twenty-second year of Jiayou, the emperor collapsed, and Gu Mingming, the king of Pingzhang, was the auxiliary minister.

This year, Xie Songzhao's tomb was as lively as the year he left, and his old friends who had to send half a hundred people reminisced about the past at his grave.

In the next thirteen years, his grave was covered with grass and trees, and there was no more turbid wine in front of the grave, but a new grave was added next to it.

In the thirteenth year of the great cause, the king of Pingzhang Gu Ming Dynasty was fifty-two. Historical records record that he is a noble minister, but there is no gold and silver in his home, only his ancestor has a portrait of a house, a game of chess, and a bush of green bamboo. In this life, he was actually a chess wife and a tea child, guarding the bamboo courtyard for the rest of his life.

This is not a great cause and prosperity in exchange for a generation, but countless people have turned gray and gone in exchange for their bodies. Although the world is not Haiyan River Qing and folk songs lead the land, it is already an excellent political and communicative person.

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