What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

In the ninth year of the Xinyuan era, the weather was peaceful and the harvest was plentiful, and all treasures were completed. The new laws unexpectedly brought about a peaceful and harmonious government, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, with long lifespans and abundant harvests.

In this year, Lu Yan, the Chief Prosecutor of the Central Administrative Office, died of illness due to overwork, and the whole country was in grief.

When Lu Yan was lowered from the coffin, everyone in the court was very calm, but too calm, too much so that people couldn't help but think too much.

The funeral ended hastily, and the emperor removed the mourning hall on the same day without even completing it.

But on that day, the mourning hall did not last long, and Qin Nianqing arrived regardless of the wind and snow.

She was wearing a white dress and a straw hat. When she left, the floating petals fell on her shoulders and left with her.

The people below had many grievances about this spiritual event. Seeing that public complaints were useless, those rich and poor all paid out of their own pockets to form a Lu Yan memorial meeting among the people. This led to the government offices organizing one memorial meeting after another, leaving the people in the local management office overwhelmed.

But they couldn't punish them severely because their superiors had told them to turn a blind eye as much as possible, and to disperse them after they had almost finished their work, and then help them clean up their trash.

Some speculated that the emperor finally couldn't stand the prosecutor and killed him privately.

No one knew that when the first folk memorial service was held, among the endless stream of people, not only were there people from all corners of the country coming, but the so-called Emperor who disliked the Attorney General was standing at the end of the crowded line.

It's snowing again.

Li Minxuan stood on the city wall, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and this prosperous world.

There are still thousands of lights and fireworks.

Wu Sunyang, director of the criminal detention center of the local management office, resigned from the local management office on the day Lu Yan was put into the coffin. That day, Wu Sunyang tied a bottle of wine around his waist, still wore the loose linen clothes, and imitated the long braid that the man had tied for him in his hair. From then on, he disappeared from the world.

Li Minxuan tried to persuade him to stay, but Wu Sunyang graciously refused. His gaze dropped to the wine gourd at his waist. He said, "Actually, I don't like these so-called official titles, but there was someone here who needed my supervision." Wu Sunyang breathed a sigh of relief and patted him on the shoulder. "Your Majesty, do your best. I will now withdraw."

Song He, president of the Business Administration Association of the Central Management Office, handed over his position to his apprentice the day after Lu Yan was buried and retired from government affairs. He was a spontaneous person and Li Minxuan didn't know where he went.

These days, whenever Li Minxuan saw someone, he would leave. So when he saw Song Che coming, he was already numb, "Put down the sign, good bye."

Song Che was stunned for a moment before he chuckled softly, a look of apology on his face. "I don't know how much longer this frail, weak-looking minister can hold out. Now that the world is at peace, I also want to go see the mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas that person talked about."

Li Minxuan held his forehead and waved his hands irritably.

"In fact, Your Majesty, if you only announce Ah Yan's instructions, the world's misunderstanding of you will naturally be resolved."

His eyes lowered, and Song Che couldn't see his expression, but he finally said something to him.

"The man is gone, but the living remain."

……

Li Minxuan looked at the scattered fireworks and reached out his hand in a possessed manner, wanting to catch that touch of...fire.

Su Zian knew that he was sad, and he felt the same way. He turned his head to look at the ground beside him, as if he could still see the group of people laughing and playing, and the young man in red surrounded by the group.

At first, he was jealous of him, jealous that he was too dazzling and stole the attention of his beloved. But he also admired such a person, admired his courage to lead the way, and admired his determination to sacrifice himself for the world.

Putting aside personal feelings, he is tactful and decisive in his dealings. Every step he takes is based on his own decision. His planning is just right, and people can feel his subtle attentiveness. Even if people realize that he has ulterior motives, they will not feel disgusted.

Su Zian didn't hate him, but felt sorry for him.

The fireworks in the night sky are still exploding colorfully, blooming for a moment on the edge of the black sky.

Fireworks flickered in their eyes. Su Zian sighed, "This year seems particularly quiet."

Li Minxuan curled his lips and smiled contemptuously, "Everyone has left, how can it not be deserted?"

"That man was a troublemaker when he was alive, and he wasn't honest even after his death. He wouldn't let me handle his funeral, saying he couldn't stand hearing a group of people crying over him. Now that I'm not doing it, I'm in trouble. Those people are saying I'm targeting him and secretly plotting to murder him. I wonder if I really was targeting him, would they still have a chance to speak up?"

After saying that, he sneered, "Lu Yan's face is so big, everyone only has him in their eyes and hearts, but if one of them dies, they can take away so many of my capable ministers."

Su Zian watched quietly as he took out the imperial edict from his arms and threw it out with force.

At this moment, the beauty of the moment exploded in the air appropriately, blooming happily and full of splendor.

It's all over.

We agreed to do this for ten years, but you didn’t even make it through the ninth year.

fraud.

……

The Jun family sat around a table, but Jun Er and Jun Si, who usually liked to set the pace, were unusually quiet.

The others were also under pressure from the low atmosphere and did not dare to make a sound.

Jun Da said in a deep voice, "Eat."

Junliu was the first to pick up his chopsticks and put some food into his own bowl. "The food won't taste good if it gets cold."

Everyone started to eat one after another. Jun Yunchu suddenly stood up and said, "I don't have a good appetite. I'm going out for a walk." Jun Si wanted to pull him away, but when he saw his eldest brother's expression, he swallowed and retracted his hand.

"Juan Er."

Jun Yunchu stopped, and just when everyone thought that the eldest brother would order him to come back and sit down, he calmly stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth and chewed it.

"Come back early. If you're hungry, let the kitchen heat up some food for you."

Jun Yunchu uttered a nasal "hmm" and then walked out the door. The night wind was blowing snow, and passersby were holding lanterns of various shapes and sizes, chatting and laughing. He found an empty spot alone with his horse and rode around and around frantically. No one saw whether the red circles under his eyes or the water on his face were sweat or tears.

Apart from your body covered in three layers of snow, who in the world is worthy of wearing red clothes?

The red plum blossoms are covered with white snow, and their fragrance is hard to suppress.

All the beauty that exists is short-lived.