The day has gradually risen.

An old man sat down at the window, and a servant also brought a basin of golden roasted millet meat pie on the table in front of him.

There is a very old loquat tree outside the window.

This should be his most leisurely time, but today is not.

Because of the light and shadows that the loquat tree sprinkled, a guest came.

This is a young man with fair skin, wearing an ordinary plain dress, and at most he is over 20 years old.

However, when the young man went upstairs and came to the old man, the old man seriously bowed to the young man.

The young man received the gift silently first, but then he performed a more solemn bowing ceremony with great caution.

He received the gift from this old man before because he represented the emperor on the sickbed in the palace, and his next gift was for himself.

He was a messenger, but to many powerful people in Changling City, this messenger was like an emperor coming in person.

After the young man gave the big gift, he sat down calmly under the old man's head and said, "The Lord asked you, Mo Shoucheng, do you know why from the late emperor to him, you always control all the city guards in the city and always have special power that any important official in the court cannot leverage? Even your residence is renovated by the Zhaixingtai of the previous dynasty, which is the highest in the city."

Mo Shoucheng nodded, as if there was no surprise at all, and said calmly: "Of course I know."

The young man also nodded and said, "The Master said that the late emperor and he both had a high opinion of you. They all believed that you were different from those people. Even if those people were selfless, they could never get rid of their own selfish interests, more or less. But you were different. What you wanted to make the Qin Dynasty stronger. You always took the interests of the dynasty the most seriously. Since you knew why the Demon Sword was in Changling, you were not in a hurry to find it, or you had found it, but let it be in Changling. Why did the Nangong family kill a slave Ye Xiao, but you allowed Ye Xiao's power to collude with Jiaodong County and fight with the Nangong family in Changling. Why did you let Changling be in chaos like this?"

After a pause, the young man seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said truthfully: "The Master said that Mo Shoucheng will give you such a status and the highest house in the city, which is not for you to see the scenery when you eat. People like you, even if they are slightly partial, can cause storms that tilt the city. Even if they just turn a blind eye, they are inexplicable in his opinion."

Mo Shoucheng couldn't help but smile.

His smile did not mean any mockery or contempt, but was filled with a gentle and long-lost smell.

What he was thinking at this time was that the emperor was indeed the same emperor. No matter how sick he was or how hard he was, the big and small things that happened in this city could not escape his eyes.

“People like the excitement.”

He tapped his fingertips on the table and said slowly.

"this….?"

The young man was a little stunned. He didn't understand whether this sentence was said to him or whether Mo Shoucheng asked him to pass the message to the emperor.

"The reason why a city is nostalgic or rushes to it is because it has fun and fun that is not elsewhere, and because it has people that are not elsewhere."

The young man frowned slightly, and he understood a little.

"There is no lively place that is not messy, but it is more lively. You probably often go to the lively markets in Changling. But even the best market, when you see some strange gadgets, it is not as interesting as seeing some fighting characters in the market. If you can fight in a colorful way, you will have a good wine to drink in that market, and many interesting people will tell you the interesting stories of those Jianghu characters, you will definitely reminisce about them for a long time."

Mo Shoucheng smiled and said, "The more lively this city is, the more unique it is, the more unique it will come, and then there will be more lively. Some people come and leave, but some people may stay here for a long time and don't leave. Some people may die in this city, buried their bones, and can never leave again. But this city is not as good as the sky where birds fly by. As long as someone passes by, it will definitely leave traces, and the more people in this city will see."

"That's the reason why thousands of flows meet in the sea."

Mo Shoucheng calmed down his smile and said slowly: "If there are more real heroes and heroes, this city will naturally become the largest hero in the world."

"Changling needs stability in the past few years, but I have been trying my best to make it unique. But now it is stable enough, messy enough and lively enough to make the city go a step further."

Mo Shoucheng's eyes were at the young man with more and more respectful eyes, and said, "You tell the Lord these words to him, of course he can understand what I mean. If this excitement ends just now, it will be meaningless. And you tell the Lord that the people who caused the excitement will not disappoint. These people are in Changling, and the luck of the world is naturally in Changling. As for me, whether he is in this city or a prince in this city, I am just a city guardian, a city guardian who wants to see this city become the world's number one hero."

The young man remembers every word he says with all his heart.

He gave another big gift in contempt and said goodbye.

When he walked out of this house, the servant of Mo Shoucheng packed him a few freshly baked millet cakes.

When the aroma was so strong, he felt that he should not eat these cakes and should take them back to the emperor on the sickbed.

This cake is also simple, but delicious, and has not changed in Changling for many years.

When he looked up at the very tall building again, he saw Mo Shoucheng quietly looking towards the Dead River from the window.

He was a little moved and envious.

He also wanted to watch the competition between Wang Jingmeng, the Bashan Sword Field, and he thought it must be very lively.

....

The cake was still warm when it was sent into the depths of the palace.

Because the young man always put the cake in his clothes and warmed his chest, and even used some real energy.

He knew the emperor would not eat it, but he knew that the emperor would definitely like this taste.

This smell of Changling.

The more you can no longer have it, the more you will be attached and miss it.

The medicinal energy and the aroma of cake are mixed together.

The old emperor on the bed kept gasping and coughing.

"Mo Shoucheng has always been very smart. He not only knows what I want, but also knows to reassure me."

The emperor said this intermittently, then coughed and rested for a long time, and then said, "Put the things in the ashes in my study... into the folk and flow out as ordinary miscellaneous items."

"Gushan Jianzang?"

The young man was calm enough, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The emperor on the bed laughed, then coughed violently.
Chapter completed!