"Shen Ge Lao has been an auxiliary minister for more than ten years, and he has rich experience, and I rely on him as his right-hand man...... Why not leave some time? I can't give up......"

"Your Majesty, Weichen is getting old and old, and he has been feeling weak in his daily life recently...... The minister is old and old, but it is a big matter to delay the government, and he no longer dares to eat in the first auxiliary position...... The old minister's wish is only to return to his hometown and live this life. I also ask Your Majesty to allow the ministers to return to their hometowns and retire for the rest of their lives. ”

“…… Permit. ”

Under the setting sun, Yan Qihua held Shen Shixing's arm, and the two slowly boarded the carriage, and behind them, the gate of the "Shen Mansion" was closed.

With a shout from the coachman, the carriage rolled and headed south.

Shen Shixing poked his head out of the car window and took one last look at the majestic capital.

In the forty-first year of Jiajing, he rode a white horse into Beijing, won the top prize in high school, became famous all over the world, and began his career; In the thirtieth year of Wanli, he officially asked the emperor to resign, ending the ups and downs of the Huan Sea.

It's like a dream...... He sighed softly and lowered the curtain of the carriage.

Yan Qihua hugged the brocade on her body, leaning on his shoulder, Shen Shixing stroked her long dry hair with her old hand, and then closed her eyes as well.

I haven't walked the road south for many years, but fortunately, I have you with you when I come and go.

With the fiery red sun, the carriage gradually moved away.

Fifteen years later, Yan Qihua died without illness, and a month later, Shen Shixing also died.

The emperor was very sad, and he said "Wenzhong".

……

"I believe that under the leadership of the next governor of Luzon, we will be stronger and the government will be more prosperous!"

"The future belongs to Luzon and belongs to you!"

Yan Shiyi stood on the stage and said loudly, ending his career as the governor of Luzon with this sentence.

The years have left marks on his face, and ten years of exhaustion have made him a lot older, and although he is only in his fifties, he looks no different from an old man of sixty.

But it's worth it.

During his tenure, to the south, the Governor's Office of Luzon ended the war of unification of the South Seas, which had been going on since the establishment of the Yongle Dynasty, completely incorporated Southeast Asia, and began to develop the northern part of the southern continent; To the north, the Japanese kingdom collapsed and became an important source of gold, silver and cannon fodder in the Governor's Palace; To the east, expeditionary fleets across the ocean have set out; To the west, he took control of Goa and withstood the counterattack of the Mughal Empire, established friendly relations with Britain, Spain, France and other countries, and sent ambassadors.

Internally, he developed the economy, a large number of workshops were established, commerce and industry developed greatly, and the living standards of the people in this land reached the highest peak in thousands of years.

There is no doubt that he will be written into the history books and praised by all generations.

Yan Shiyi slowly stepped off the stage.

Behind him, the new governor of Luzon was giving his inaugural speech.

The 17th Governor of Luzon was elected half a year ago, and in the first month of the 30th year of Wanli, he officially took over the burden of Luzon.

"I will pay my blood for the government and for the people! Ladies and gentlemen, we will create a better tomorrow together! ”

As the sonorous words fell, thunderous applause rang out, and the officials present welcomed their new leader with warm applause, hoping that he would lead Luzon to new glory.

Yan Shiyi sat down, clapping lightly with a somewhat thin hand, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

He seemed to see himself as he once was, with the same vigor and ambition comparable to that of the mountains, and with the vigorous government, he conquered one land after another.

It's good, it's good.

……

Thirty-two years of Wanli.

Yan Chenxin, who was dealing with the affairs of the Houjun Governor's Mansion, suddenly vomited blood and lay on the table, unconscious.

After three months of serious illness, he still couldn't recover after all, and he was already in shape and dying.

The aftermath has been explained, but Yan Chenxin is still trying to keep his eyes open, as if he is waiting for something.

It wasn't until a dusty figure came to him that he finally let out a soft sigh, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Ancestral ......"

"I did ...... Not bad......"

He used the last strength of his life to spit out the last few words from his mouth, as light as a whisper, but Yan Ling beside him could hear it clearly.

On one side, his eldest son had already leaned over and asked, choking up:

"Dad, what else do you want to say? Please command. ”

But Yan Chenxin didn't answer, he had already closed his eyes.

The eldest son brushed the tip of his nose with a trembling hand, and a cry burst out with a cry:

"Daddy!"

Accompanied by his cry, suddenly, everyone around the hospital bed let out a cry:

"Guogong!" "Daddy!" "Husband!"

Chen Guogong is in the house today.

Yan Ling stood quietly aside, silently looking at the mourning hall, the deceased Yan Chenxin, the crying crowd and the Su Chen Guogong Mansion.

For more than 200 years, he has experienced this scene too many times.

From his son, to his grandson......

Even if there are tears, they have long since dried up, and Yan Chenxin is just a passerby in his long life......

"You're doing a good job."

He replied softly in his mind.

……

In the deep palace, the crown prince Zhu Changxun raised his head, frowned and asked:

"My teacher, the first emperor burned books and pit Confucianism, what is the truth?"

Yan Chenhao replied with a smile:

"There are different opinions about book burning and Confucianism. Some people say that the first emperor burned the world's classics and killed Confucian scholars to control his thoughts; Some people say that it was the scholars and Confucian scholars who verbally attacked the First Emperor; Some people also say that there is no relationship between Confucianism and Confucianism at all, and the people who are killed are all Fangshi, because they deceived the emperor that there was a way to live forever, and the emperor exposed the deception before this disaster. There are many opinions, and I don't know which one is true......"

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something, and was suddenly stunned.

Looking up, looking at the slanting sun, he let out a leisurely sigh:

"Immortality, ......"

"Your Highness, you must remember that you must not indulge in the doctrine of ghosts and gods. Immortality, ethereal, what extraordinary people can seek. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of the world......"

Zhu Changxun nodded as if he didn't understand.

He was still young, and things like the end of his life seemed a little far away for him.

Yan Chenhao continued his lecture.

Behind him, Emperor Wanli leaned back in his seat, holding Empress Zheng in his arms, frolicking, both with happy smiles on their faces.

Since that day, he has continued his rule in the deep palace, and has never taken a step in the harem, and only a few people such as Wang Xijue can see him.

With the Zheng family's ascension to the throne of the queen, King Fu entered the East Palace and became the crown prince, and he had nothing else to ask for.

Enjoy, just enjoy.

Time passes, spring goes and autumn comes.

Eighteen years have passed in a hurry.

(End of chapter)