"Old Zhao, do you see that the person at the bow of the boat is Lu Zhizhou?" Zhao Wen was a little old and couldn't see the scene in the distance clearly, so he asked He Xianling to describe the appearance of the person at the bow of the boat. He Xian ordered: "This person is tall and handsome. It's just that the age is not as close to the year of the Mandate of Heaven as you said, isn't it Lu Zhizhou? Zhao Wen shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, no, this person is Lu Zhizhou, He County ordered us to prepare to meet Shangguan." Seeing Zhao Wen's affirmation, He Wenzhao also instructed the officials to clear the field, and be sure to leave a good impression on this Lu Zhizhou.

Before the ship docked, a group of people stood neatly at the pier. Lu Chongyuan saw that the person at the head was wearing the official robe of the county order, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Ru Naixiao County county order?" He Wenzhao greeted him with a smile on his face and replied: "Xiaguan is the county order here, and he has been waiting for Lu Zhizhou's frame for a long time. Lu Chongyuan was not a fledgling stunned, so he naturally figured out the joints. smiled: "Brother Zhao, what's the matter?" Why don't you come out and see so-and-so? A rickety figure slowly walked out from behind He Wenzhao, and made a respectful gesture to Lu Chongyuan: "Xiaguan Xiao County Cheng Zhao Wen, I have seen Lu Zhizhou." Lu Chongyuan was stunned the moment he saw Zhao Wen, since he left Dazhi. Although he hadn't seen him for more than ten years, he never thought that his high-spirited master book would be so old.

Time seemed to have forgotten to leave some marks for Lu Chongyuan, and Zhao Wen refused to look away for a long time. Lu Chongyuan's face is exactly the same as it was more than ten years ago, but unfortunately he has reached the twilight of his life, and he has some memories left. "Isn't Zhao Xiancheng going to ask this official to get off the ship?" Seeing that Lu Chongyuan's ship had not yet docked, He Wenzhao hurriedly scolded: "County Lieutenant Tang, I brought you here to let you drink the wind?" A simple-looking man took the rope from the boatman's hand, and then fixed the boat to the dock.

The drunken immortal building in the inner city of Xiao County, the drunken immortal building that has been closed for many days finally has some vitality. The county ordered He Wenzhao to be here to pick up the wind and wash the dust for Lu Zhizhou in Chuzhou, Lu Yue'er didn't want to attend, so she greeted Zhao Wen for a while and went to rest first. Lu Chongyuan and his two sons attended, and Zhao Wen looked at An Guo and Dingguo with a look full of memories. "Do you remember so-and-so? On his fifth birthday, he also gave you a tiger head pendant, can you carry it with you? Lu Anguo held Zhao Wen's eyes with both hands and said, "Zhao Shibo, how can Anguo forget." The tiger head pendant you gave to Anguo, Anguo has always regarded it as a heavy treasure, and has ordered the servants to keep it strictly. ”

Zhao Wen nodded with satisfaction and looked at Lu Chongyuan and said: "There are no outsiders here, the lower officials will be offended, and Lu Zhizhou is commensurate with brothers." As soon as these words came out, He Wenzhao was frightened, he knew from Zhao Wen's previous tone that he had a lot to do with Lu Chongyuan, but he didn't expect it to be such a good friend. Lu Chongyuan hurriedly took over the conversation: "Brother Shi doesn't want to make fun of so-and-so, Brother Shi helped me a lot back then." He County Order, today's matter with Zhao County, is still tight-lipped. He Wenzhao's chick pecked the rice and nodded wildly, and he almost swore by his whole family. I secretly said in my heart that I must not wear my own little shoes for this county man in the future.

The next day, Lu Chongyuan and his entourage, under the watchful eyes of all officials in Xiao County, continued northward along the Surabaya River. Looking at the gradually blurred ship, only Zhao Wen knew that this might be the last time he would meet him in this life. Although Lu Chongyuan did not mention this behavior in the letter, he also learned a little from the conversation with Lu Yue'er that the respected Lu Ying came to the last moment of his life. People can't get old, and when they get old, there are only some memories left.

The boat entered the ancient Bianqu along the Surabaya River, passed through Dangshan and Chuqiu, and arrived at Bianliang after passing through the city. Lu Chongyuan returned to Beijing this time for two things, one was that Lu Meng was stopping at his hometown in Luoyang, and he brought his wife and children to see off his father-in-law for the last time. Second, he has completed his tenure in Chuzhou and needs to return to Beijing to report on his work, and what awaits him may be the governor of a remote lower state.

The old mansion of Lu Mansion next to the Great Xiangguo Temple is still there, and since Lu Meng Zhengtong sentenced Henan Mansion, it is not inhabited here. Except for the servants who come to sweep regularly, the huge mansion has long since lost its original bustle.

In the Chongzheng Palace, Zhao Heng looked at His Royal Highness's Lu Chongyuan as if he had seen a monster, adjusted his emotions and said, "I am also very sad about Lu Qing's matter. Lu Chongyuan replied unhappily and sadly: "The ministers are worried about the official family. Zhao Heng stepped down from the dragon chair and slowly lifted Lu Chongyuan up. His eyes converged on Lu Chongyuan's face, and he sighed: "Lu Qing is still like this, which makes me envious." Lu Chongyuan didn't know the reason, so he had to smile awkwardly: "The official family is the son of the mandate of heaven, and it has the blessing of God, but the minister's skin has not changed much." The ministers met with the official family several times, and the official family was so strong that the minister was not envious. ”

After some greetings between the monarchs and ministers, Lu Chongyuan was about to go to the end of the trip, Xijing Luoyang. I was going to see my father-in-law Lu Mengzheng on his last journey, leaving Bianliang and going south along the Bianhe River. At this time, it is the end of the year, and the lights outside Luoyang City are decorated with lights, and all kinds of vendors are selling their belongings to pedestrians. After entering Luoyang City, the chariot went straight to Lu Mansion. The wife in her arms was already crying, and the carriage was passing through the lanes of Luoyang. After a while, Dingguo helped his mother out of the carriage. The door of the Lu family was open, and some of the guests were crying and some were worried. White filled Lu Chongyuan's brain, the figure slowed down again, the voice around him became clear and slow, and Lu Chongyuan fainted at the door of the Lu Mansion.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Chongyuan still had the same headache as when he first woke up in the Lu Mansion. "Yue'er, Yue'er." Lu Chongyuan kept calling his wife's name, and Lu Yue'er ran in when she heard the sound. When he saw Lu Chongyuan's appearance, he covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly. I saw that Lu Chongyuan was almost white-headed overnight, and his appearance, which had not changed for nearly 20 years, also had a little more vicissitudes at this time. Lu Chongyuan hurriedly asked, "Yue'er, how many days have I been in a coma?" Where is the coffin of Uncle Yue? Lu Yue'er sobbed and said, "Official, you have been in a coma for three days as before. Coffin, big brother, they have already put their father into the ground yesterday. ”

"Official, Yue'er doesn't have a father anymore, no more." Lu Chongyuan didn't care about the headache, got up and took his wife into his arms and whispered comfortingly: "Yue'er, don't cry, my husband will always be there, and I will always accompany Yue'er." ”

In the fourth year of Dazhong Xiangfu (1011 AD), Lu Meng was dying in Luoyang, and since the second year of Taiping Xingguo (977 AD), he was admitted to the Ding Chou Branch, and was appointed as a supervisor, and was sentenced to Shengzhou. In the past 12 years, he has entered the political hall, paid homage to the prime minister three times, awarded the title of Duke of the Kingdom, and awarded the crown prince and teacher. He is generous and upright, daring to speak up for courtesy, and tolerant and elegant to his subordinates. This is what history says about this Zaisuke. A generation of famous ministers died at the age of 68, and after driving the crane to the west, he posthumously presented the Chinese book order, and was nicknamed Wenmu.

Maybe it's a historical coincidence, or it's fate. Fan Zhongyan went to Yingtianfu (Shangqiu, Henan) to study in the same year and joined Qi Tongwen's name. Fan Zhongyan in history left the world the sentence "The worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world." "Yes" is not to be happy with things, not to be sad about oneself. It is the thousand-word long article that is sprinkled with enthusiasm, and it is an inexhaustible sorrow for the family and country.