Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 132 After Becoming Gaowei, Cousin Chang Gong Killed Crazy (Forty)
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Gao Zhan, who was ill, was still beautiful.

That tired face added a bit of fragility and fragility to him, making him suffocating.

The tyranny faded away, the arrogance faded away, and the quiet Gao Zhan made Sunge feel strangely that the years are quiet and good.

"You came……"

Gao Zhan directly skipped Sunge, and looked at Gao Changgong who was half a step behind Sunge, his voice was as flat as water, like an old friend greeting.

"I already knew that Wei'er would not hide it from you."

"To be honest, I really don't want to die, not because I'm afraid, but because I don't want to."

"The world is united, Haiyan Heqing's ultimate enjoyment has never been experienced by others, it is really a pity."

In Gao Zhan's deep eyes, there is yearning and envy.

In his life, he galloped across the battlefield, overthrew great power, acted extravagantly and recklessly, and killed countless people.

Killed his nephew and robbed his sister-in-law.

Although it is only a short period of more than thirty years, it can be regarded as wonderful.

If Wei'er hadn't been ignited by Wei'er to ignite the hidden expectations in his heart, maybe he wouldn't have such reluctance and nostalgia now.

But, he was also glad.

If you let him say what he regrets, maybe he can't say it.

"Sit down, don't just stand around."

Gao Zhan gathered the cloak on his body, yawned sleepily, and said listlessly.

"With you accompanying Wei'er, the widow can feel more at ease."

"Don't forget the oath you made in Luoyang City back then, Gao Changgong."

It is Gao Changgong's promise not to abandon it in this life.

"The minister never dares to forget."

A gentleman makes a promise, and promises a lifetime.

No matter when and where, he will be the most loyal and sharpest sword in His Majesty's hands.

There is no reason other than birth and death.

Gao Changgong never forgot every word and every word of that year.

Sunge didn't talk to Gao Zhan, just sat quietly beside Gao Zhan, tucking Gao Zhan's cloak with a natural expression and skillful movements.

"So good."

The cold wind is raging outside the hall, and it seems that there are strands of cold wind passing through the gaps in the carved wooden windows and blowing in the hall.

Gao Zhan frowned and coughed lightly.

Looking at Gao Changgong with extremely peaceful eyes, the whole person became more and more lazy.

"Wei'er, don't worry about the name of the widow anymore."

"Since you have done the deplorable thing, you should be prepared to be reviled by future generations."

"The death of a high-spirited brilliance will only increase trouble."

Speaking of this, Gao Zhan's already plain voice became lower and lower.

"A widow has regrets, but no fear."

After a pause, Gao Zhan slowly turned his body and rested his head on Sunge's shoulder, "What's more, Wei'er is the name behind the widow."

"Wei'er, it doesn't really matter who you are."

The strong wind was blowing, and the raging and arrogant wind seemed to want to completely blow away Gao Zhan's erratic voice.

Rao Gao Changgong, who practiced martial arts since childhood and has a keen hearing, only vaguely heard the phrase behind the name.

As for the others, they all seem to be shattered in the wind.

Sunge was taken aback, unexpected and expected.

Sun Ge tilted his head slightly, looked at Gao Zhan leaning on her shoulder, and slightly curled the corners of his lips, full of relief.

At this time, Gao Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't notice Sunge's gaze.

He doesn't care about his reputation, whether he has a lot of crimes, whether it is too difficult to read, whether he has a discerning eye and knows the pearl, and retreats bravely in the torrent.

It's just a pity that there is no chance to see the real peace and prosperity.

Time passed moment by moment, and the wind continued, Sunge remained motionless, letting Gao Zhan lean on her shoulder and slowly fall asleep.

Suddenly, there was snow outside the window.

Like salt, like catkins.

Gao Changgong got up and left the hall quietly.

What has changed is not only Northern Qi's official administration, Northern Qi's people's livelihood, and Northern Qi's national defense. In the final analysis, it is the people's hearts of Northern Qi that have really changed.

Like the Supreme Emperor, like hundreds of officials, like tens of thousands of people in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

His Majesty always said that he was the clear stream in the troubled times, the cool and elegant jade string, but he didn't know that His Majesty himself was the real hope.

It is the source of the living water that makes this muddy and chaotic world gradually become like a clear spring.

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

And what he can do is never give up.

You are here, he is here.

In 569 A.D., in the first month, the wind and snow that had been raging for many days stopped suddenly, and the warm sun hung high, which seemed to paint a layer of soft carmine on everything in this cold winter.

This magnificent scene will always be fixed in Gao Zhan's eyes.

Perhaps, the peaceful and prosperous world that he has no chance to see is like this warm sunny day after the wind and snow, where vitality and endless prosperity are hidden in the tranquility.

Thinking about it this way, I have no regrets.

Gao Zhan, Emperor Wucheng died, and was buried in Yongping Mausoleum with the temple name Shizu.

The funeral is simple, yet dignified and dignified.

As Gao Zhan wished, Sun Ge didn't try to whitewash and beautify Gao Zhan's death too much, but it may have been unintentional, and there was no obvious criticism or ridicule of Gao Zhan's death among the people.

Just like what Gao Zhan said, Sun Ge is his posthumous name.

Now the Northern Qi Dynasty is thriving, the people have enough food and clothing, and the dazzling political achievements seem to be washing away Gao Zhan's past sins little by little.

The work cannot be overwhelmed, but the resentment can be lightened.

All the treasures in the private treasury are gifts from Gao Zhan to Sun Ge.

In the peaceful and prosperous world that he never had the chance to see, thousands of subjects in the Northern Qi Dynasty would take a second look for him.

This private property is his last meager effort.

Empress Dowager Hu, who was imprisoned in the North Palace, was startled for a moment, and then burst out laughing. With a smile, muddy tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

At this moment, she didn't know whether to celebrate or regret.

This man, whom she had deeply feared for more than ten years, passed away in disgrace like this.

Since Gao Zhan is dead, she is Wei'er's only relative. Presumably, as long as she is willing to admit her mistakes, Wei'er will definitely feel compassion for the blood relationship between mother and child.

Thinking of this, Empress Dowager Hu wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her mixed feelings of sorrow and joy disappeared completely, her eyes were full of determination to win.

It seemed that the honor and freedom of the Empress Dowager were already beckoning to her.

Ashina, a mere foreign woman, has no heirs, and now even Gao Zhan's amulet is dead, why is she still showing off in the harem of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

……

Sun Ge, who had just finished Gao Zhan's funeral, received a report from his servant that Empress Dowager Hu was distraught and unconscious.

Sun song: ()
Distraught?

Are you serious?

Could it be that after Gao Zhan died, Empress Dowager Hu realized that she had a deep love for Gao Zhan?

Tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, this drama is over.

Whether it is the relationship between husband and wife, or the relationship between mother and child, in the eyes of Empress Dowager Hu, they are all like ladders.

What the Empress Dowager Hu wanted was to be superior from the beginning to the end, and in the end there was a guest who was like a crucian carp crossing the river.

Therefore, nine times out of ten, Empress Dowager Hu wanted to use Gao Zhan's death as a windfall to help her get out of trouble.

A lot of disgust and impatience could not be restrained in Sunge's heart.

Although the North Palace is under confinement, she still has no worries about food and clothing. Empress Dowager Hu is really dissatisfied, and she always tries to find ways to get rid of moths.

(End of this chapter)