The snowy night of Lanling City, the pavilion in the sky.

The armor soldier who was guarding outside Xiao Wang's house heard a very soft sound inside the house.

The two armorers glanced at each other, and they both saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Qi Liang's New Year's ceremony, there was a lot of red outside, but His Majesty inside the house was really worried.

Tomorrow is the wedding of His Royal Highness.

On this night alone, the eldest lady of the Su family came twice to check the pulse of His Majesty and check his body.

But tonight is different.

There are always all kinds of subtle movements in His Majesty's house, which shows that this old man is not sleeping peacefully and steadily.

The two armorers heard the sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the ground and cracking crisply.

The maid cautiously pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit room to serve the gray-haired old man.

There is no immortal in this world.

No matter how powerful it is.

Repair to the highest.

After all, it is inevitable to die.

The maid who picked up the broken porcelain cup on the ground, her heart was a little sour, thinking that a person as great as His Majesty could not escape the erosion of the years.

The fireworks outside exploded with a sneer.

A crack in the door of the corner of the room opened, and Xiao Wang squinted his eyes and saw the wisps of fireworks that exploded in the sky above Lanling City.

He immediately thought of how noisy Lanling City was outside now.

Qi Liang is as strong as he has been in the past few years.

He's not really an old man.

During the period of the Eight Great Powers, the horseshoe fought and killed, and in the past 20 years, it has not worn away his sharpness and blood, but it is the 20 years since the founding of Qi Liang, and the cumbersome and complicated affairs have consumed his mental strength little by little.

When Yuan Tiangang was there, he would always feel that this young Confucian had a huge mental strength, never stopped reading, and constantly enriched himself, and he had never seen old age and fatigue for decades.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, maybe there are really people who can transcend.

But just being entangled in the item of "illness" made Xiao Wang feel infinitely tired, and within a few years, he was no longer gorgeous and majestic.

He closed his eyes, and the past passed frame by frame.

Xiao Wang whispered, "I want to see someone." ”

This may be the last time he will see this heavy snowfall, and it may also be the last time he will feel the New Year of Lanling City.

Twenty years of spring and autumn.

It has been four years since the person who assisted him left Lanling City.

Ask for medicine.

No one knows where Qi Liang's national teacher, Yuan Tiangang, came from and why.

He walked out of the torrent of iron hooves of the eight great countries and walked in front of Qi Liang, who was only a fragile small country at that time.

Then Qi Liang rose like this, quickly defeating one border country after another.

Xiao Wang and Yuan Tiangang have become the most world-renowned monarchs and ministers in the past 100 years.

Twenty years and twenty years.

How many secrets are hidden here.

Except for Xiao Wang, there is really no third person who knows.

......

......

Xiao Wang was waiting for that person.

The darkness in the room did not linger for long, and soon there was the sound of hurried footsteps.

Then Xiao Buyi pushed the door open.

The young Second Highness stood outside Xiao Wang's house, holding an oil lamp in his hand, and the wick emitted a ghostly light, illuminating the withered face of the old man in the house.

Xiao Buyi looked at His Majesty Qi Liang in silence.

His own father.

His arms were shaking uncontrollably.

In the past few days, every time I came to this house and saw the old man's rapid aging, Xiao Buyi always felt that his heart was dripping blood.

He somewhat understood why Xiao Wang was so anxious to hope that this New Year in Lanling City could look forward to a family reunion, and why he was so eager to see his marriage with Tang Xiaoman.

Xiao Buyi had a trance for the first time.

It turns out that his time is really running out.

......

......

Xiao Buyi waved his hand to disperse the armor soldiers on both sides of the vigil, entered the house with candles, and slowly closed the door, he knew that the old man did not like the light and fire that poked his eyes, so after entering the house, he gently blew out the candle flame, so that the house was dark again.

In the darkness, the old man whispered, "Dawn is coming." ”

At this time, it is the end of the day.

After the end of the day, there is the dawn.

Xiao Buyi hummed softly.

He knew what Xiao Wang meant.

"The mission from Lanling City will arrive in Lujia Town at dawn to complete peace negotiations with the Western Regions. His Royal Highness's voice was soft and said gently: "Then Xiao Chongding will rush back to attend my wedding." ”

The old man grinned.

I was very happy.

His Majesty's voice was like a ball, and his tone was slow and gentle: "This is a very good thing, everyone...... We all want to see such a peace. ”

Xiao Buyi sat on the side of the bed, holding the hand of the old man who was now extremely weak, he didn't dare to use force, and his voice was very soft, and said: "So you also have to take care of your body, not only to see me get married, but also Yi Xiao, and Chongding, you will have grandchildren, granddaughters, and many heirs in the future......"

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Xiao Buyi, his voice was a little vague, with a hint of confusion, and muttered: "Not only do I want to see you get married, but also Chongding, and ...... Later...... There will also be grandchildren, granddaughters, a lot of ...... Heirs?"

The old man suddenly smiled, like a happy child.

"It's also a good thing. ”

He repeated what he had just said.

"But I'm a little worried. ”

Xiao Buyi pursed her lips.

"Don't worry about these things. He slowly exerted his strength, clenched Xiao Wang's hand, and said softly and firmly, "Wait...... When the teacher comes back, your illness will be cured, and those things will be cured. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden explosion, and something exploded in the sky above Lanling City, and in an instant, the window paper outside the house shone brightly.

It's the last fireworks.

In the dark of night, the grand opening is silent.

The night returned to silence, and the old man's eyes were squinted, and in the reflection of the grand fireworks, it looked a little dignified.

He called Xiao Buyi here just to talk about it.

Xiao Wang said softly: "Your teacher ......"

"He probably won't come back. ”

......

......

In the dark room, the old man whispered something that seemed a little far away, so far away that it had been forty years away.

It's a long story.

It's about meeting and then parting.

The old man's words slowed down, and Xiao Buyi listened patiently.

Xiao Wang held the hand of His Second Highness, and in his mind, scene by scene recalled the past, clear and blurry.

The mountains and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, the flying flowers and the falling flocculents, the horseshoe and the iron sword.

When the sword is not unsheathed, everything is silent, like a drizzle in early spring, washing on the sword, cool and splashing.

When the sword is unsheathed and kills a man, the horse's hooves are no longer the gentle sound of stepping through spring and snow-capped mountains, but about stepping through the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and they are indomitable and like thunder.

The heroes of an era must be cast with blood.

How many people he was going to kill.

And in Xiao Wang's story, it doesn't matter how many people are killed.

He spoke slowly about the important people he had met in his life.

One after another, counting them carefully, it seems that they have all come to an end, and when he came to this point, when he looked back, he found it.

In addition to Yuan Tiangang, there is no old person back then, and he can still accompany him.

Not a single one.

A sad story.

So Xiao Buyi finally heard the story of Yuan Tiangang in Xiao Wang's mouth.

own teachers.

is also Yi Xiao's teacher and Xiao Chongding's teacher.

That mysterious one, Qi Liang National Teacher.

......

......

"At the end of the story, that's it. ”

The old man closed his eyes slightly, his heart fluttered, his voice was old and tired, but with a little satisfaction, it seemed that he had told the secret hidden in his heart to a person worthy of trust, so even if he left this beloved Lanling City one day, he would not have any regrets.

'I've kept that spot for him and I hope he can come back. ”

"But just like the day we first met, he asked me—"

"Stranger, you say, if all the partings in this world are for reunion after a long absence, then what is the meaning of parting?"

"When a person leaves and never comes back, that's what parting means. ”

The old man lay on the bed and said with a smile: "I don't need him to ask for any medicine for me, I have never crossed that line with him, he got what he wanted, and then left, I never felt angry or greedy." ”

The old man lowered his eyebrows and said, "He must not harm every person in the land of Qiliang, and I must not impose his will on him or restrict his freedom. ”

Forty years ago.

A simple encounter.

A simple conversation.

This young man whose face has never changed chose Xiao Wang like this.

Xiao Wang also chose him.

The king and the minister achieve each other.

But one day, I will leave, I will say goodbye.

Xiao Buyi was silent.

He listened to all the stories.

There are a lot of secrets here that can't be told to others.

He felt that Xiao Wang was really a person who was too contradictory, sometimes too ruthless, and sometimes too tolerant.

After thinking for a long time, Xiao Buyi said softly: "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to accept such an ending. ”

Xiao Wang was slightly stunned.

He knew what Xiao Buyi meant.

"I will let the teacher stay in Lanling City forever. ”

Xiao Buyi lowered his eyebrows and said seriously: "Born here." Death is here, too. ”

Anger slowly rose in his eyes, and then he struggled to suppress his voice.

"So...... These are all fakes?"

Sea.

Ask for medicine.

Are they all fake?

Xiao Wang was silent for a moment, then nodded.

Xiao Buyi let out a deep breath.

No wonder......

Xiao Wang began to select talents so eagerly, and even created a character like Qi Shu in the past few years.

This "affectionate and righteous" emperor really let go of his hand and let his "teacher", such a transcendent figure, regain his free body without any concerns.

Pacify the civil strife, stabilize the world, and then let the division of a country "indefinitely" look for the elixir of life, and carry the sick and weak body by yourself?

This is not a decision that an emperor should make.

Xiao Buyi closed his eyes, and his mind echoed the turbulent Qijiang River, the huge dragon boat, and the young Confucian who appeared in the dragon boat.

After breaking away from the agreement, he returned to Qiliang just to save his life?

He couldn't figure out what kind of plan his teacher had.

He didn't understand why Xiao Wang was so soft-hearted.

"When I was younger, I did some wrong things. ”

"I don't want any elixirs. ”

"If it were possible, I would like 'regret medicine'. ”

The old man smiled: "But there is no 'regret medicine' in this world, so what I can give to the last remaining person is tolerance and freedom." ”

Xiao Buyi took a deep breath, and he suddenly thought that in the story Xiao Wang said, in his long life...... Only one person was missing.

Yi Xiao's mother.

Murong.

The old man smiled and said, "Do you know why I called you, but I didn't call Yi Xiao?"

Xiao Buyi subconsciously clenched Xiao Wang's hand, and his breath became short.

The old man said softly: "These stories, I tell you, you can tell Yi Xiao, and the next story, you can't tell him." ”

"The death of the little white cloth. ”

"It was ...... in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period"

"Gangnam-do Fire ......"

"Tianque, Xianlou ......"

"So it was ...... who killed her"