His little apprentice has a soft and charming waist

Feast Bell followed Ning Shuo to Buyu Mansion.The whole yard was still empty, and the few servants who were there were silent. The cook also came back, wiping her tears all the time. She, who usually complained about her children, finally had a rare moment of silence, but she was so quiet. People feel uncomfortable.

When the banquet bell came, Shen Chi and Yu Xingzhi were scrubbing Bu Yuchuan's body.The emperor sent an imperial physician to treat the illness and stayed here all the time. However, he shook his head for several days and said, "It's difficult... I'm afraid the end is coming."

Shen Chi's eyes were swollen from crying.People who used to never shed a tear no matter how hard it was, have now become tearful people.He whispered to Ning Shuo, "What will we do if the boss doesn't wake up?"

If I never wake up...

Ning Shuo held Feast Bell's hand and said to the imperial doctor: "I want to try to regain my husband's consciousness. Last time he said he was very sorry that he couldn't see my cousin getting married. Now, I want him to see it."

"It would be great if we could induce him to wake up."

It is not uncommon for relatives to wake up patients, so the imperial doctor agreed.He also went to the next room very informedly.

From the time when he was an imperial physician, he knew a secret: Only by doing more and talking less can you live longer.

No matter what people want to do, he just needs to stay out of it.I just felt a little emotional when I walked out of the hall: a generation of saints has died just like this.

I don’t know if there will ever be another rainless river in the world.

Inside the house, Feng Yanling saw Fuyukawa again.His face was pale and old, and the wrinkled lines seemed to be embroidered on his body and could not be scrubbed away.

No matter who looks at it, he is already passing away.

Feng Ling's eyes turned red, and he knelt down on the ground, raised his hands above his head, put his palms together, slowly lowered them, and prostrated on the ground, saying: "Fan Ling, a disciple of the Sui family in Muzhou and Ming Ting, came to pay homage to Mr. .”

"In the spring of the 22nd year of Jingtai, he followed Ming Ting and settled in Lingnan. He was safe and happy. Before he died, he thought of his husband and asked me to come to Kyoto to talk to him about those years."

"Sir, please wake up and listen to me."

"Sir, please wake up and listen to me."

……

Fuyukawa has been dreaming.

In this life, he is worthy of heaven and earth, and worthy of his heart. Who would have known that in the last few years of his life, he would have lost money and so many lives in his family.

The blood of innocent people ended up on his hands.He didn't know the names of the dead or injured slaves, so he just kept calling Lan Shi.

Sui Boying sought benevolence and received benevolence, but Lan Shi and so many others were innocent.

He may still have the face to meet Boying, but he doesn't have the face to meet Lan Shi and everyone in the Sui family.

Xu is old, and he still has no face to meet the Song family members.He could only fall asleep.

In the dream, he was walking in a daze on the busy street. It seemed like it was raining, but he couldn't get wet.Others were holding umbrellas, so he wanted to buy an umbrella and hold it.

Even if you can't get wet, you can't be too alien.

He went to buy an umbrella, and he had chosen an umbrella. It was a black wooden umbrella with mountains and rivers painted on it.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Old sir, please pay me."

Silver... He has no silver.

Bu Yuchuan began to search for his money bag, taking out one by one, but there was no money.

The shopkeeper said: "The old gentleman's accent doesn't seem to be like the locals. Where did it come from?"

Fuegawa: "Kyoto."

The shopkeeper: "That's a long way, old gentleman. I'm afraid your wallet will be exhausted on the way, and now there is no penny left."

He smiled and said: "It rains a lot in Lingnan, so I can't do it without an umbrella. So, I'll keep this umbrella for you."

"Old gentleman, you can go to a relative's house to borrow some money. Once you have borrowed the money, you can come and buy an umbrella. This umbrella will still belong to you."

Bu Yuchuan was very confused, "But I have no relatives in Lingnan, how can I borrow it?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Lingnan is where the soul returns, and you are the living soul. If you don't have any relatives, what are you doing here? Old sir, everyone here is visiting relatives. You'd better think about which relatives you want to find." Bar."

Buyuchuan doesn't know.

After much thought, he didn't know why he came here.He looked around blankly and suddenly found that everything around him had turned into graveyards.

The shopkeeper smiled and asked, "Then come and recognize my name."

Do you recognize the name?

Bu Yuchuan bent down with difficulty and recognized the tombs one by one.

He didn't know how long it took before he saw a name.Mr. Jing.

I don’t know why, but he stayed in front of the grave.

The shopkeeper came over with the umbrella he was interested in, "Has the old gentleman found a relative?"

Buyuchuan knelt down, touched the tombstone with his fingers, and murmured: "It always feels familiar, but I don't know anyone named Jing."

……

Feast Bell knelt on the ground with Ning Shuo, and said in a childish voice over and over again: "Mr. lives in Lingnan, changed his surname into scenery, and lives at the end of Taoling Lane..."

"Sir's name is known to everyone in Lingnan, and some scholars have come to ask for advice, but they have been turned away."

She told one little thing after another, and Ning Shuo discovered for the first time that she remembered things so clearly that he didn't even remember.

The feast bell was focused on nothing, and at the end, the voice suddenly sobbed, "In the spring of the 27th year of Jingtai, he passed away in a silent late night."

……

Buyuchuan stood in front of the grave and was confused. The shopkeeper asked: "Then do you know where he lives?"

Fuyukawa wanted to say he didn't know, but he started talking.

"The end of Taoling Alley."

The shopkeeper said: "Let me check it for you."

He took out a book and searched for it.

"Is your surname Sui?"

Bu Yuchuan quickly agreed, feeling that his ears and eyesight had become clearer, "Yes, yes, his surname is Sui, his first name is Mingting, and his given name is Lanshi. He died in the midwinter of the 23rd year of Jingtai."

The shopkeeper shook his head, "No. Sui Lanshi died in the spring of the 27th year of Jingtai."

Fuyukawa: "Then take me to find him quickly."

Shopkeeper: "Okay, okay, he is very popular. It can be seen that there are people worshiping him all the time, so he must have a lot of silver. I'll find him, and you can borrow a few taels of silver from him. This is a good umbrella for me, so you won't lose anything."

Buyuchuan was silent.

The shopkeeper asked: "What happened again?"

Fuyuchuan lowered his eyes, "I didn't save him. If he hates me, he won't lend me money."

The shopkeeper laughed and said, "You have to ask whether you want to borrow something or not. Not only people have mouths, but ghosts also have mouths."

Buyuchuan looked at him expectantly, but seeing his expression getting worse and worse, his heart sank to the bottom of his heart.

"Are you unwilling to come see me?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "It's not that he didn't come to see you, but... he went out."

Fuyukawa: "Going out?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Yes, I'm going to go out. Old gentleman, you have already met him."

He patted Fuyukawa on the back, "I'll keep this umbrella for you, and I'll give it to you when you come. By then you will have the incense money yourself, and he will burn the money paper for you."

Fuyuchuan bowed and saluted, "Thank you, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper said: "Go back, this is the place where the soul of Lingnan returns. See you again someday."

Fuyukawa woke up slowly, and there were sounds in his ears.

"The disciples of Sui from Muzhou and Mingting came to pay homage to Mr. Feng Ling."

"In the spring of the 24nd year of Jingtai, he followed Ming Ting and settled in Lingnan. He was safe and happy. Before he died, he thought of his husband and asked me to come to Kyoto to talk to him about those years."

"Sir, please wake up and listen to me."

"Sir, please wake up and listen to me."

Yesterday’s fourth update.

I have changed it many times and am currently satisfied with it.

I continue to write the fifth update.