The battle for the crown prince is over, and the Yongle court is on the right track.

And an old man can't hold on any longer.

In the seventeenth year of Yongle, Yao Guangxiao, the black-clothed prime minister, died at the age of eighty-four.

Zhu Di was very compassionate, abolished the dynasty on the second day, buried Yao Guangxiao with the ritual system of monks, posthumously presented him as a Xuanli Wenchen, a special Ronglu doctor, and Shangzhu Guo, and was awarded the title of Rongguo Gong, and was buried in the northeast of Fangshan, and personally wrote a Shinto inscription for him, and gave his adopted son Yao Jishangbao Shaoqing the official position.

Glory has reached the pinnacle of people.

In this world, this demon monk has successfully fulfilled his dream, and he has not been spurned by the world. His old age was spent in happiness with his own adopted son and his own relatives.

Yan Ling was in Ningbo Mansion and also got the news of Yao Guangxiao's death.

He didn't know this monk, but this did not prevent Yan Ling from hearing of the reputation of the demon monk Yao Guangxiao, and in the original history, Dao Yan was also a character that could not be ignored.

Yan Ling was still somewhat relieved about his death, at least in this world, this ambitious talent did not leave with regrets.

Not long ago, Fu Youde, Feng Sheng and others had passed away one after another.

Although they were against Zhu Di, but because they were their own masters, and they were really successful in the founding of the country, so in the end, Zhu Di did not do anything to them, but only deprived them of military rights and ordered them to die old.

After living in his hometown for a period of time, these old antiques who lived from the Yuan Dynasty to the present passed away one after another.

Prior to this, Geng Bingwen, Marquis of Changxing, Marquis Wang Bi of Dingyuan, Marquis Xie Cheng of Yongping, and Li Xin, Marquis of Chongshan, also died one after another.

They escaped the blue jade case in the last years of Hongwu, but they did not escape time after all.

In ancient times, their age was enough to call them a long life.

The last traces of the troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty dissipated in the wind.

The British prince Zhang Yu also died in the sixteenth year of Yongle.

Even Zhu Di, the once strong young man, the baby that Yan Ling watched grow up, is now old.

Yan Ling can clearly feel that an era is over.

"The old people are withering one after another, like falling ......leaves in the wind," he sighed, stretched out his hand, and took the withered yellow leaves blown by the autumn wind.

Immortality, immortality!

……

In the eighteenth year of Yongle, on the eve of the imminent relocation of the capital, two exclamations sounded from the Yueguo Mansion and the Chen Guogong Mansion, and then several fast horses rushed out of the gate of the Beijing Division.

Yan Ya and Yan Keng, these two figures standing at the top of the empire's power have lost their usual composure, with sadness and panic on their faces, they do not hesitate to spare the horsepower of the precious BMW, and they just want to come to their hometown in Ningbo as soon as possible.

Just now, the two got news from the family.

Their mother, Mrs. Feng, was seriously ill.

And when they arrived at their hometown in Ningbo, Feng Shuzhen was already lying on the hospital bed and almost lost her mobility. Her skin was wrinkled, her eye sockets were deep, her eyes were cloudy, and her gray hair was on her shoulders, and she was clearly dying.

They saw a young man sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the old woman's hand tightly on the bed, reluctant to part for a moment.

"Father." Both greeted at the same time.

Yan Ling nodded slightly.

"Can you save your mother?" Yan Ya asked in a low voice, with Ji Xi in his eyes.

Father, he is an immortal blessed by the immortals! He is a longevity without borders, calculating the world, and the power of wanting to win the dragon with the sky! It's just a minor illness, how can it be difficult to defeat him?

However, Yan Ling's answer disappointed them.

"I can't save her...... I, I can't do anything about it. Yan Ling said in a low voice, his tone a little choked. There are two lines of tears on his face, and he has cried so many times these days that the tears have dried up.

Decades of couples, this depth of affection is unimaginable to others.

Especially during the period when Yan Ling retired from the deception, the only person he could contact was Feng Shuzhen. The dependence and affection between the two have long surpassed the feelings of ordinary couples.

After answering this sentence, Yan Ling's head drooped, this was the first time he felt so powerless since he came to this world.

No matter what difficulties he encountered in the past, he never panicked with the advantages of the prophet and the help of props.

But this time, he deeply felt the fear and felt his powerlessness in the face of life and death.

Yan Ling's hair, which had always been well-groomed, was messy like a chicken nest at this time. He stuck his ten fingers in his hair and closed his eyes.

He had already asked the game panel countless times if he could give Feng Shuzhen immortality, and he was willing to pay any price, as long as Feng Shuzhen could survive with him.

The answer from the game panel was cold and cold, with only two words:

"I can't."

"You are the only player. Only the player can live forever. Here's how it explains.

"Even if I'm willing to give up all my props and trade everything for it?"

"Even if you're willing to give up all your props and be willing to trade everything for it."

Again, the ending is the same.

Yan Ling let out a wail like a wounded beast, and his eyes were filled with a look of despair.

Feng Shuzhen smiled while lying on the hospital bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, it's okay...... Birth, old age, sickness and death in the world are like flowers blooming and falling, which is impossible to avoid...... The grace of immortality, the immortals will not give it frequently, husband, don't ask for it, don't annoy the immortals. ”

Hearing his beloved wife's words, Yan Ling's tears burst out of his eyes again.

Looking at his father's sad look, Yan Ya and Yan Keng's eyes were already full of sentimentality and sadness.

In their impression, their father is always holding the pearl of wisdom, and he is always so confident, as if nothing in the world can stump him. It was the first time they had seen him so helpless.

They knew that this time their father was really powerless.

After all, he only received the grace of immortals, and he was not a real immortal after all.

"Come on." She said softly, Yan Ya and Yan Keng hurriedly stepped forward, and Feng Shuzhen raised her thin hand and gently brushed their foreheads.

"Good, good! My son has grown up! ”

After saying this, she seemed to spit out the last breath in her heart, her eyes rolled to look at Yan Ling, and with infinite nostalgia and regret, she spit out the last words:

"Husband, take care ......"

Her eyeballs lost their luster.

On the same day, Feng Shuzhen, the wife of King Jingping and the wife of Yipin, passed away at the age of seventy-six.

On that day, it rained heavily.

In the tomb, Feng Shuzhen's coffin was placed in another burial chamber, far away from "Yan Ling's bones", which was Feng Shuzhen's last request before his death.

Yan Ling stood by as the Yan family's chief housekeeper and watched his wife sleep forever.

His tears had dried up.

He finally understood,

It's the game, it's just his own game.

(End of chapter)