As one of the six departments of the Tang Dynasty, the Ministry of Industry has to say that it does have its own uniqueness, such as the carriage that is now riding, the carriage is spacious, the interior is simple, you can sit or lie down, there are windows open on both sides, and the autumn breeze enters along the window when you are in a hurry, and then goes out along the window.

The air is always smooth and beautiful.

There were still three days to go before the Liangkai River, and Li Xiu still walked by himself when he saw the city, and there was no fear or heaviness on his face.

He had died a few times, and if strictly speaking, he had walked on the underworld bridge a few times, it felt a little uncomfortable, but it was not difficult to accept.

With a calm gaze on his indifferent face, the road is calm, and the silence makes people feel palpitations.

Such a scene is very familiar, the so-called calm before the storm is like this, everyone is watching, this matter is very big, so big that the forces of the rivers and lakes are discouraged.

If you want to help, you can't help, and those who dare to help can't help from thousands of miles away.

It was a light rain that night, but it didn't last long, as if it was just to suppress the smoke and dust that rose as the wheels rolled.

Li Wenxuan didn't do anything along the way, and even rarely left the carriage.

Shang Ling came over once in a while.

Jiang Yongnian would talk to Li Xiu almost every night, he was the sacrificial wine of the National Teacher's Mansion and held great power, and it was said that he took the initiative to propose it to the prince this time, and then Li Xianyi would let him follow.

The carriage was still on its way, and the light rain had already stopped.

There were still two days before the Liangkai River, and this time Li Xiu surprisingly let the carriage drive into the city, and then found an inn at random to have a full meal, then made two jars of good wine, and then got back into the carriage and walked through the city.

No one was alarmed along the way, whether it was the court or the rivers and lakes.

It's as if it's just an ordinary horse-drawn carriage passing by.

The sun in autumn is not hot, several people are monks, and the realm is not low, these days of hurrying are not tired, can only be said to be a little boring.

It's boring.

"It's a long way from Wudang Mountain, but it's close to the post station, and if you want to leave a suicide note, then tonight is the best choice. ”

Xu is journey was too boring all the way, Chen Zhimo stretched out his hand and pointed to the imperial court post on the side of the road, and then said with a smile at Xu Yingxiu.

Many people are not afraid of death, but many people are afraid of leaving regrets, if they can see Wang Zhi's only face before they die, it must be something that can be called death without regrets.

Xu Yingxiu frowned

, Chen Zhimo was of course ridiculing when she said this, but she was really thinking about it.

Since we can't see each other, it's good to leave a letter.

Li Xiu looked out the window and didn't pay attention to the two of them.

Because of the drunken spring breeze, he didn't have a good impression of Wang Zhiwei, and even had some disgust, but also because of Xu Yingxiu's relationship, he could only choose to watch this matter, not to mention that even if he intervened, it would not make a difference.

"Forget it, even if I leave one, it's useless, he won't read it. ”

Her face darkened slightly, Xu Yingxiu looked at the sunset outside the window and said faintly.

She rarely showed such a little daughter posture, Li Xiu frowned and immediately relaxed.

Chen Zhimo smiled and felt a little boring, the love between men and women is the most useless, he is very annoyed and tired of it.

The sun set into the mountains, night began to fall, and three carriages stopped by the river.

Of course, this is not a two-open river, just a very ordinary small river, meandering, not wide, only about a few zhang away.

There is a wooden bridge over the river, which looks a little dilapidated, as if it has fallen into disrepair.

Xu Yingxiu leaned on the carriage and thought about her thoughts, Chen Zhimo sat by the river with the wine jar in his hand, took off his boots and put his feet in the river, the river water was very clear, even the gravel at the bottom of the river and the occasional school of small fish could be clearly seen.

Li Xiu stood on the bridge, one hand behind his back, looking at the sky from afar.

Gentle footsteps sounded, and there was a creaking sound when stepping on the bridge.

He frowned, and Shang Ling walked up.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is still in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery when the catastrophe is coming, and this mentality alone makes the lower officials admire. ”

Pinching his chin, Shang Ling stood down beside him and said softly.

"Since people die sooner or later, why are you still alive at this moment?"

Li Xiu didn't look back, didn't even look at him, and said lightly.

Shang Ling smiled when he heard this, he didn't get angry, and he didn't have any angry expression on his face, he just followed Li Xiu's line of sight and looked towards the sky.

Then he asked: "Today is a good day, the sky is clear, but the clouds at night are very thick, and not even a star can be seen except for the moon that shows a slight outline, such a scene is definitely not beautiful, so what is Your Highness looking at?"

"The beauty of the sky is never in the stars, and the night is also beautiful. ”

Li Xiu said.

"The stars are hidden, the black clouds cover the top, and everything you see in the eyes of the lower officials is darkness, where is the beautiful scenery?"

Shang Ling shook his head and said.

"Everyone has their own position, and everyone makes different decisions from their own standpoint, if you don't have this in your eyes, all you see is darkness, and what I see in my eyes is beautiful. ”

Shang Ling was noncommittal, and asked again, "What is this matter?"

"What you're going to do and what I'm going to do. ”

So Shang Ling fell silent, it was difficult to understand what he said, but he could understand it, what was here was not what he was referring to.

It's potential.

The so-called general refers to this.

"What does Your Highness think is the probability of surviving this trip?"

This is a very direct question, without the slightest bit of nonsense.

"I'm not going to die. ”

Li Xiu said.

"Why is Your Highness so sure?"

Shang Ling looked at Li Xiu's face with some surprise, as if he couldn't figure out why he was still so confident when he was dying, and why the expression on that face was still so disdainful.

"No one has been able to kill me before, and there will be no one in the future, this is a very simple truth. ”

This should be the meaning of the ancients before and the future of the future.

"Is that reasonable?"

Shang Ling's voice rose slightly.

"What kind of reasoning is that?"

He asked, stunned.

The so-called truth must naturally be reasonable, traceable, and reasonable.

That's the way it goes.

If you say you can't die, you really can't die?

What is the reasoning behind this?

"I am the son of the Tang Kingdom, the son of Li Laizhi, even if I die, I will die on the frontier, and the Liangkai River is the border of the Tang Kingdom?"

Li Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Naturally not. ”

Shang Ling hesitated for a moment and replied.

"Meridian Valley is the border of the Tang Kingdom?"

"Of course not. ”

Shang Ling arched his hand and replied.

"Then Gusu City is the border of the Tang Kingdom?"

Li Xiu's voice became more and more cold.

"Absolutely not. ”

Shang Ling respectfully bowed and bowed.

Li Xiu put one hand behind his waist, and his face was indifferent.

"Why, then, should I die?"