Autumn of the 31st year of Xuande

It's a very cold day in autumn, and for some reason the plum blossoms in Jingdezhuang have bloomed abnormally. Emperor Xuande's condition is getting worse day by day, especially tonight.

All the civil and military officials who came to the capital were announced to the palace overnight. Emperor Xuande, who had been king for decades, passed away and never woke up from his sleep at night.

In less than two hours, the death knell of Shangjing City rang.

The death of an emperor is a huge event. As soon as the new emperor came to the throne, he issued a decree that the whole country should fast and bathe for three months. During this period, no entertainment or entertainment was allowed anywhere in order to pray for the late emperor.

As soon as this decree came down, the entire city of Shangjing was immediately hung up in white. During this period, the prince who had ascended to the throne, the current Emperor Long'an, set an example and took the opportunity to suppress the group of four princes who were seeking pleasure.

Unable to raise their heads, the imperial concubine family gradually became weaker in the capital, and one of its officials was gradually replaced from the court. Since then, the prime minister Tang Shi and the late emperor's brother Ding Wang have controlled the court and the public, and the entire dynasty has been completely

Baptism changed the blood, and a new dynasty began.

There is a mountain called Sukyo close to Sugihara Castle. Looking from a distance, the mountain is now yellow in autumn. The entire mountain is covered with trees that have been blown yellow by the autumn wind, and the fallen leaves are spread on the ground.

On the mountain road or even anywhere on the mountain, it feels soft when you step on it, accompanied by the sound of dry leaves being crushed, which is quite artistic.

At this time, a man walked up the mountain road, carrying a pot of good Shaoxing wine and many fruits and snacks wrapped in paper bags and brought them together, being swayed by a rope, for fear of carrying a

It was accidentally thrown out and smashed. By then, the entire mountain would no longer have the aroma of ripe fruits, but would also be mixed with the strong aroma of wine.

This man walked very slowly and very steadily. It seemed that he had no reason to go up the mountain for an appointment. He only stopped when he reached the top of the mountain.

"I'm here to see you."

In front of him was an old grave that had grown grass around it. There was also a small sapling that grew up from unknown time. The trunk of the tree was thin but full of vitality. He picked up the fruits he was carrying.

They were placed in front of the tomb like pastries, and then he opened the jar of Shaoxing wine sealed with yellow mud, poured some more in front of the tomb, and then sat down and looked at the tombstone without saying a word for a long time.

When he saw the three characters Ji Changying on the tombstone, they were very eye-catching, which made his eyes tremble.

"Changying, he is dead, you can feel relieved." Fei Ling hugged the wine jar and smiled a little sadly. After saying this, he raised his head and took a sip, and then continued talking to himself as if by himself.

: "You are a person who never suffers any loss, and when the time comes, you will make him unable to sleep peacefully for the rest of his life. Now it seems that you are much better than me."

At this time, the sun was shining brightly on the horizon. Although the clouds passed by from below, although they blocked the glare for a while, they could not block the light. Looking through the clouds made it even more beautiful, and outside Sugihara Castle under the sunlight.

There are many soldiers on the Qilla River who are still building up the city wall, but they have no complaints in their hearts, because this pass can bring stability and peace to all the soldiers and people in Daliang for who knows how many years.

"About one-third of the construction of Dongyuguan has been completed. You can rest assured. Also, I have quietly buried Ji Bo'an's body in the ancestral grave. Even Ji Yu doesn't know that there are more than just people in the tomb.

It's just clothes and swords." At this point, Ji Yu took another sip before continuing: "As you know, the Beiyi people gave up the Qilla River and are now hiding behind the canyon.

He is extremely well-behaved. Even the prince whom Tang Shi helped up was a bit incompetent. I don’t know if he will cause trouble again in the future. But this is not something I can control. It’s you. Have you forgiven me at all these years? In fact, every day

I am regretting why I was blindfolded and how could I do these things?"

He was probably a little drunk after drinking too much. Fei Ling would feel sleepy once he was drunk. It happened that the temperature here was just right, so he fell asleep leaning on the tombstone, but in his dream, he returned to the place where he would be.

The time when Changying was brought out of the palace.

Ji Bo'an had just come out of the palace that day. Ji Bo'an was no longer able to do well. He just vomited blood outside. This also made Fei Ling panic. He hurriedly supported Ji Bo'an and wanted to go to Ji Bo'an.

He went to the house, thinking that Mr. Lei could save him, but he was stopped by Ji Bo'an.

"No, don't take me back." Ji Bo'an's voice became much softer at this time. In addition, he was still choking on blood, so he had to speak much slower, because if he wasn't careful, the blood might get choked into his nose, making people even more nervous.

It's just uncomfortable.

Fei Ling chose a place where no one could find him and put Ji Bo'an down first. Ji Bo'an, who had just sat down, didn't even have the strength to sit up straight. He could only lean half on the stone behind him. He looked at Fei Ling.

, with stubbornness in his eyes.

"You are like this, only Lei Yu can save you." Fei Ling saw the long knife still stuck in Ji Bo'an's body, and he couldn't help but lower his hand again. It was not that he had never seen death, but this was the first time he was so afraid of death.

He didn't dare to pull out the long knife. If he really pulled it out, Ji Bo'an would not even be able to speak.

When Ji Bo'an heard Fei Ling's words, he suddenly pulled up the corner of his mouth and smiled and said: "Don't deceive yourself, there is absolutely no way to save him. I went there with the determination to die. If I could save him, wouldn't it be a waste of my efforts.

"Fei Ling is really good at deceiving himself. It's okay to survive such an injury until now. If he can be saved, I'm afraid it will be the Lord of Hell who personally scratches his name from the book of life and death.

When Fei Ling heard these words, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and asked, "What on earth are you going to do? You can obviously live well, but you have to go to the palace to think about it!" If Ji Bo'an didn't come today, he would still be able to live safely.

Natural death, even though it may only mean a short life span, is still much better than the current situation.

"Isn't that what you said? If I am still alive, all these are variables, everything will change, and everything I do will be meaningless. Then wouldn't the generals die in vain? Didn't my father make the deal in vain? Common people

Will we have to live in exile for more than ten years and then experience another exile in the future?" At this point, another mouthful of blood came out of Ji Bo'an's mouth, and it was very bright when it fell on his clothes. He looked at Fei Ling and said: "

Since my existence has become a poison to the world, I might as well do something useful while I am still alive."

Fei Ling's face turned pale at this time, and he hurriedly picked up Ji Bo'an's body. He was really afraid that Ji Bo'an would choke on the blood, so no matter how anxious he was, he just gritted his teeth and waited for Ji Bo'an to finish speaking.

The explanation was clear, because he actually knew that Ji Bo'an could not be saved, he really couldn't be saved.

"Why are you crying?" Ji Bo'an was still coughing, and it felt like water was dripping on his face like it was raining. However, it was not raining today, so it was Fei Ling who was crying.

, so he asked. He forgot what was ahead, the light in his eyes began to dim slowly, and his expression became a little dazed, but he just forced himself to continue saying: "This is not about you and Emperor Xuande.

Is it a common expectation? In fact, I am originally a person of temperament. If you are good to me, I will be good to you. Now that I have resentment in my heart, you can't be good either. So I want Emperor Xuande to be good to you every day in the future.

It is hard to sleep with fear day and night. I want you to look at these thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with guilt, guard them, and protect the people of this great beam."

When Fei Ling heard Ji Bo'an's increasingly weak voice, he hugged Ji Bo'an and began to cry silently. While choking, he said: "I was wrong. I was really wrong about Chang Ying. I was blinded by lard. Is it true?"

I was wrong, Changying, please hold on, please hold on, I admit whatever is wrong and right, even if you kill me now, you can kill me!" He felt regretful at this time and thought that if he could change his life, what would he do?

This life can be given back to Ji Bo'an now.

When Ji Bo'an heard Fei Ling's hoarse voice and the cry, he coughed up a mouthful of blood. There was a lot of blood in the mouth, and it was also mixed with many small blood clots that had blackened and solidified. He suddenly felt as if he could breathe in his chest.

He took another breath, and his eyes suddenly glowed with light. The light was brighter than usual. No matter how inexperienced people saw it, they would understand that this was a sign of returning to the light, and the lamp was already exhausted.

.

Fei Ling, who was still crying with regret, suddenly felt his arm being firmly grasped by Ji Bo'an. Then he lowered his head and looked into Ji Bo'an's bright and frightening eyes.

"Take, send the armor and other things I put in the Nanbi Old Temple to Ji Mansion. They must still have hope and give them the things." Ji Bo'an dragged Fei Ling and saw him nodded and continued:

"When the time comes, move this body back to the tomb. I owe him. I can't let him even enter the ancestral grave..."

After all, Ji Bo'an still hadn't finished saying that sentence, and the light in his eyes had completely dimmed, and then the hand that was still clenched on Fei Ling's arm was weakly blown down.

Fei Ling saw Ji Bo'an's face, which was already pale and bloodless, and suddenly woke up from his dream. The wind blew the leaves and fell on him. He rubbed his forehead and brushed the leaves off his body, and then

He stood up and wiped the place on the tombstone where he had just leaned, and then said: "It seems that you still haven't forgiven me, so I'll see you again next year."

The people who were still leaning against the monument for a nap have slowly descended the mountain like the Tathagata. Winter has passed and spring has come, and the new year has begun again. And on Qijiao Mountain, which has already begun to be dyed green, the tombstone

The small tree next to it was swaying gently with the wind, and green buds were already sprouting on the branches. From the green mountain, the entire girders and border gates were overlooked.

PS: The main text is finished. How should I put it? I feel like everyone has been accompanying me to complete this book. It took me more than half a year to write this book. Some of me were dissatisfied with myself and some were discouraged, but I would like to thank a little cutie for his encouragement several times.

Of course, other people and readers who have not shown up but have been supporting me here also want to say thank you! After the main text is completed, there will be extra chapters, and everyone will probably relate to it, including Fei Ling.
Chapter completed!