Fu Canglu

Chapter 571 The Long Story of the King's Life
Snowy nights in Lanling City, castles in the sky.

The soldiers guarding outside Xiao Wang's house heard a very soft sound inside the house.

The two soldiers looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Qiliang's New Year's Eve Ceremony, there was bright red outside, but His Majesty's health inside the room was really worrying.

Tomorrow is the wedding of His Highness the Second Highness.

Just this night alone, the eldest lady of the Su family came twice to check His Majesty's pulse and check his body. In the past, after the eldest lady of the Su family came, His Majesty always had a good night's sleep.

But tonight is different.

There are always various subtle movements coming from His Majesty's house, which shows that this old man did not sleep peacefully and steadily.

The two soldiers heard the crisp and cracking sound of the porcelain cup hitting the ground again.

The maid cautiously opened the door, walked into the dim room, and served the old man with loose gray hair.

There is no immortal in this world.

No matter how powerful it is.

No matter how high the cultivation base is.

After all, death is inevitable.

The maid who picked up the broken porcelain cups on the ground felt a little sour, thinking that a man as great as His Majesty could not escape the erosion of time. A few years ago, he was still majestic and majestic, but now he is so majestic. Became a dying old man?

The fireworks outside exploded with a snort.

A corner of the door was opened in the room, Xiao Wang narrowed his eyes, and saw clearly the strand of fireworks that exploded over Lanling City.

He immediately thought about how noisy Lanling City is outside now.

Qi Liang is as strong and prosperous as these years.

He is not really an old man.

During the period of the Eight Great Kingdoms, the 20 years of horseshoe fighting and killing did not wear away his vigor and blood. On the contrary, it was the 20 years of Qi Liang's founding of the country, and the tedious and complicated affairs consumed his energy little by little.

When Yuan Tiangang was around, he always felt that this young Confucian scholar had great mental strength. He never stopped reading things and constantly enriched himself. For decades, he has never seen aging and fatigue.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, maybe someone can really escape.

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 pictures of the past passed by frame by frame.

Xiao Wang said softly, "I want to see someone."

This might be the last time he saw this heavy snow, or it might be the last time he felt the New Year's Eve in Lanling City.

Spring and Autumn 20 years.

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

Ask for medicine.

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

He stepped out of the iron hooves of the Eight Great Nations, and walked in front of Qi Liang, who was only a small and weak country at that time.

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

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

20 years and 20 years.

How many secrets are hidden here.

Apart from Xiao Wang, there is really no third person who knows.

Xiao Wang was waiting for that person.

The darkness in the house did not stay for too long, and the sound of hurried footsteps soon came.

Then Xiao Buyi pushed open the door.

The young Second Highness stood outside Xiao Wang's room, holding an oil lamp in his hand, the wick emitted a dim light, illuminating the haggard face of the old man inside the room.

Xiao Buyi silently looked at His Majesty of Qi Liang.

own father.

His arms were shaking uncontrollably.

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

He somewhat understood why Xiao Wang hoped so eagerly for a family reunion in Lanling City's New Year's Eve, and why he so eagerly hoped to see himself and Tang Xiaoman get married.

For the first time, Xiao Buyi had a trance thought.

It turns out that his time is really running out.

Xiao Buyi waved his hand to disperse the guards on both sides, entered the room with a candle, and slowly closed the door. He knew that the old man didn't like the blinding light, so he lightly blew out the candles after entering the room, allowing the room to return to darkness.

In the darkness, the old man said softly, "Dawn is coming."

It is Yin time at this time.

After Yinshi, it is dawn.

Xiao Buyi hummed lightly.

He knew what Xiao Wang meant.

"The mission from Lanling City will arrive at Lujia Town at dawn to complete the peace negotiations with the Western Regions." His Highness said softly and gently, "Then Xiao Chongding will rush back to attend my wedding."

The old man grinned.

very happy.

His Majesty's voice was like a bunch of fluff, and his tone was slow and gentle: "This is a very good thing, everyone...should want to see this kind of peace."

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

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Xiao Buyi, his voice was vague, with a hint of confusion, and he murmured: "Not only to see you get married, but also Chongding, and... in the future, there will be grandsons, granddaughters, and many heirs." ?”

The old man suddenly smiled, like a happy child.

"That's a good thing, too."

He repeated what he had just said.

"But I'm a little worried."

Xiao Buyi pursed his lips.

"Don't worry about these things." He slowly squeezed Xiao Wang's hand tightly, and said softly and firmly: "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 sound, something exploded in the sky above Lanling City, and the window paper outside the house shone with light.

It's the last fireworks.

When it opens grandly in the dark night, it disappears silently.

The night returned to silence, and the old man's squinted eyes looked dignified amidst the reflection of the grand fireworks.

He called Xiao Buyi here just to talk about this matter.

Xiao Wang said softly: "Your teacher"

"He probably won't come back."

In the dark room, the old man whispered something that seems a little far away now, so far away that it has been 40 years.

It's a very long story.

It's about meeting and then parting.

The old man spoke very slowly, and Xiao Buyi listened very patiently.

Xiao Wang held His Highness's hand, and in his mind, he recalled the past scenes one after another, clear and blurred.

The high mountains and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, flying flowers and falling catkins, horseshoes and iron swords.

When the sword is not out of its sheath, everything is quiet and silent, like the drizzle in early spring washing on the sword, refreshing and splashing.

When the sword is drawn out of its sheath and kills a person, the horseshoe is no longer the gentle sound of stepping over the spring and the snow-capped mountains, but is about to step over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, moving forward like thunder.

A hero of an era must be cast with blood.

How many people will he kill.

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

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

One after another, counting them in detail, it seems that they have come to an end, but when he got to this point, and looked back, he found it.

Except for Yuan Tiangang, there is no old person from back then who can accompany him.

Not a single one.

A sad story.

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

own teacher.

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

That extremely mysterious, Qi Liang Guoshi.

"That's the end of the story."

The old man closed his eyes slightly, his mind was fluttering, 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 entrustment, then even if he left this city one day The beloved Lanling City will not have any regrets.

"I've always reserved that spot for him and I hope he can come back."

"But it's just like what he asked me the day we first met"

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

"A person leaves and never comes back. This is the meaning of parting."

The old man lay on the bed and said with a smile: "I don't need him to ask for any medicine for me. Neither he nor I have crossed that line. He got what he wanted and then left. I never feel Anger, or greed."

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

40 years ago.

A simple encounter.

A simple conversation.

This young man whose face had never changed chose Xiao Wang just like that.

Xiao Wang also chose him.

The king and the minister achieve each other.

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

Xiao Buyi was silent.

He heard all the stories.

There are many secrets here that cannot be told to others.

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

After thinking for a long time, Xiao Buyi said softly: "If I were you, I cannot accept such an ending."

Xiao Wang was slightly startled.

He knew what Xiao Buyi meant.

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

Xiao Buyi lowered his brows and said seriously: "Here is life, and here is death."

Anger slowly rose in his eyes, and he tried hard to suppress his voice.

"So...these are all fake?"

Go to sea.

Ask for medicine.

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 "sentimental and righteous" emperor actually let go of his hand and let his "teacher", such a detached figure, regain his freedom without any worries.

To quell civil strife, stabilize the world, and then let the teacher of a country "indefinitely" search for the medicine of longevity, and carry the sick and weak body by himself?

This is not a decision that an emperor should have.

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

After breaking away from the agreement, returning to Qiliang just to save his life?
He couldn't figure out what kind of plan his teacher had.

He didn't even understand why Xiao Wang would be so merciful.

"When I was young, I did some wrong things."

"I don't want any elixir."

"I want 'regret medicine' if possible."

The old man smiled and said: "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 it suddenly occurred to him that in the story Xiao Wang told, there was only one person missing in the long life.

Yi Xiao's mother.

Murong.

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

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

The old man said softly: "I'll tell you these stories, you can tell Yi Xiao, but you can't tell him the next story."

"Little Baiyi's death."

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

"The Great Fire on Jiangnan Road."

"Tianque, Xianlou"

"So what killed her, yes."

(End of this chapter)