After only speaking to Xiang Xiang and others, Jiang Wang took Chu Yao and left southern Xinjiang overnight.

He didn't say hello to anyone at the Nanxia Governor's Mansion, but when he flew across the territory, he couldn't avoid Su Guanying's sight, so there was no need to bother saying hello.

In one night and one day, Jiang Wang flew from Laoshan in Xia Di to Linzi.

The journey never stopped, and Chu Yao actually woke up and fell asleep in his arms several times.

When he arrived at Linzi, he did not return to his hometown. He just put Chu Yao down at the gate of the city and asked the young apprentice to go back alone. At the same time, he notified the government to make some preparations such as silk and gold.

He went straight to Bowanghou Mansion.

He didn't have a deep impression on the old Marquis. Because of Chong Xuan Sheng's relationship, he actually had some opinions on the old Marquis. He felt that the old man's bowl of water was not too orderly, which made Chong Xuan fat and miserable since childhood.

Too many grievances.

But he doesn't know why. This time when he returned to Linzi, a scene kept flashing back in his mind -

That day, he saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he took the initiative to send Dr. Ye Henshui away. The huge Bowang Hou Mansion had winding paths. It was similar but different from the first time he entered Bowang Hou Mansion. He heard that the old man

Shouting Chong Xuan Sheng's name, shouting out that sentence weakly and forcefully... "I'm going to die!"

He knows it.

Everyone knows that Chongxuan Yunbo's fate will not be long.

The whole Linzi knew that not only would Chongxuan Yunbo not live to be one hundred and twenty years old, he would not live to be in Yuanfeng's fifty-seventh year.

It should be said that it was a miracle that he survived such horrific injuries on the battlefield.

And he, who had given up the hope of God's arrival, supported the Zhongxuan family with one hand and ran around official circles and battlefields, watching its rise and decline, and its decline and decline, with his cultivation level in the outer world and his tired old body.

prosper.

He lived and sent away his third son, Chongxuan Mingshan, on the battlefield.

He was alive. After Qi and Xia fought for hegemony and the Qi Empire was at its peak, he sent away his most proud son, Chongxuan Mingtu.

He lived and watched his splendid eldest grandson rebel against his will.

He was alive and watched as he promised his family's future grandson and refused his arrangement.

Losing a son in old age is the most painful thing in life. And he lost two sons one after another.

When a person is about to die, he is most afraid that his life's hard work will be wasted, and he has indeed experienced the ups and downs of his family many times.

How to describe such an old man?

"Everyone is miserable."

In the courtyard where Mr. Chongxuan often stayed during his lifetime, Jiang Wang saw Chongxuan Sheng.

This was the first thing Chong Xuan Sheng said.

This person has never been willing to show his emotions.

Most people can always see him smiling. He seems not to be angry with anyone and doesn't care about anything.

At this moment, he was still a big ball of fat sunk in the recliner, with two soybean-like eyes embedded in his face.

There is no trace of the demeanor of a prince at all.

Only the expression on his face was complex that Jiang Wang had never seen before.

He listened quietly.

Chong Xuan Sheng said slowly.

"In this noble prince's mansion, in this top famous family in Daqi, everyone has his or her own pain."

"My father shared my father's pain. His ideals, his wife and children, his friends, his subordinates, his family, his loyalty...he couldn't take care of them all. He became famous at a young age, but struggled all his life until he died."

This was the first time Jiang Wang heard Chong Xuansheng say, ‘my father’.

"My brother has the same pain as my elder brother. He is self-centered by nature and does not want to be restrained. He demands perfection and does not allow himself to have any shortcomings. He is determined in his goals and wants to get whatever he wants. He is not willing to let go of anything. In fact, he

I pushed myself very hard.”

This was also the first time Jiang Wang heard Chong Xuan Sheng mention Chong Xuan Zun in this tone.

"My uncle has the same pain as my uncle. His most beloved brother died, and there was nothing he could do. The stronger he became, the more difficult he felt that everything in this world was difficult. No matter how powerful he was, he could not go to Yuanhai to put people back together again.

. Even if he is already a real person in this world, the heavy mysteries and clear plans are a lesson for others."

"My fourth uncle suffers the same pain as my fourth uncle. His third brother died in battle because he was implicated by his second brother. But his second brother also died to save the family. He wants to be resentful, but he doesn't know who to blame.

. He still can’t accept all this, so he stayed overseas all year round. After my father’s death, he never set foot in Linzi again.”

Chong Xuansheng said slowly: "Of course I also have my pain. What my pain is, you walked with me, you know it."

He took a deep breath and still looked into the distant distance: "I know that in this world, life is not easy for everyone, and everyone has their own pain. But as I sit here today, I suddenly thought, my grandfather, he

... He is also in pain. In fact, he is in more pain than anyone else. He has experienced and lost more than anyone else. But he has never shown it in his life."

"When he was defeated on the battlefield, he worked hard to train his son to become a talented person. When there was a rift between the emperor and the emperor, he put on his armor and went into battle again. When his son died in battle, he just raised the flag higher. When the family declined, he just straightened his waist.

Straighter.”

"He has never been weak in his life, except for that time before... He told me that he was going to die."

"But that time, I still chose to turn around."

"Jiang Wang, I'm not saying that I regret choosing Fourteen. I'm just wondering if I can have... a better way?"

"From my father to me, each of us can be willful, tossing, and expressing pain. Because he is still alive, no matter what happens, there is someone behind us who knows the truth."

"My cultivation level has caught up with him. My uncle, my fourth uncle, my brother, and my father are all above him in cultivation level. But in the entire Chongxuan family, it has always been him who has been covering up the whole family.

Keep out the wind and rain.”

"Because he cares about his family more than anyone else. So he has been silently enduring everything."

Jiang Wang remembered that at Dongjiekou, the white-haired old man flew across the sky, angrily scolded Jiang Mengxiong in the street, and loudly questioned Emperor Qi. That scene was indeed unforgettable. He will never forget it.

Chong Xuan Sheng's voice was very calm: "He has been sitting in this place, so we actually think that it is very appropriate and normal for him to sit here. Like this chair, like this yard, like this burst of sunshine.

"

"Until he's gone."

"It wasn't until he left that those things that we took for granted became extraordinary."

"Look at the clouds in the sky, are they always so relaxed?"

Zhong Xuansheng closed his eyes, as if he was a little sleepy, and murmured: "It turns out that's not the case."

Jiang Wang listened to this silently.

He knew that as smart as Zhong Xuan Sheng, he didn't need any advice, he just needed someone trustworthy and someone he could talk to.

He had to take care of Chu Yao on the way from Laoshan, Xia Di, to Linzi's Bowang Hou Mansion. He was indeed very tired. But the meaning of his coming here was not that he was the powerful Marquis of Wu'an in Da Qi, the powerful one in the realm of gods, but just,

a friend.

Chong Xuan Sheng is the best friend in this life.

He didn't say anything and sat down next to Zhong Xuan Sheng.

I sat with him like this all afternoon and all night long.

…

…

August is already the peak of autumn.

When the yellow leaves fall into pieces, it always reminds people of the different feelings in the world.

Before his death, the old man had decreed that all funeral arrangements should be simple, so the funeral ceremony was not grand.

There is no such thing as Ten Miles of Silk, not even running water mats.

Only a memorial hall was set up in Bowanghou Mansion, where the coffin was held for three days and allowed to be worshiped. After three days, the coffin was carried by the descendants of Bowanghou and returned to the land of the Chongxuan tribe in Qiuyang County for burial.

After that, comes the ceremony of Chongxuan Sheng’s ascension to the title.

Although this trivial affair was simple, the standards were not low.

First of all, the Marquis of Dingyuan, Chongxuan Chu Liang, personally guarded the outer courtyard and acted as a welcome guest. Everyone from the Political Affairs Hall and the Military Affairs Hall, who were in court, came to the memorial hall to pay their respects. Those who were not here also had wreaths and elegiac couplets sent to them.

.

Military God Jiang Mengxiong, Prime Minister Jiang Rumo, and former Prime Minister Yan Ping were all personally present.

Then, through court deliberation, the Ziwei Zhongtian Taihuang flag hanging in front of the Ziji Palace was lowered to half-mast, and the Qi Empire sent the princes off with state gifts.

Finally, the Emperor of Qi personally came to the scene on the day of the main ceremony and offered a stick of incense to the old Marquis.

Chongxuan Yunbo has spent his life interpreting his loyalty, bravery and commitment.

The path he wanted to follow and the responsibilities he had to fulfill have all been completed.

He settled his affairs and gained fame in the world.

For a person's life, what does it mean to have no regrets?
To be continued...