After the failed assassination of the powerful minister

According to the fine brushwork in history books, the last record in the history of the Great Wei State is like this:

Commander Shi Xian, in order to seek peace and marry Shuomo, the Turkic Khan king accepted her as his concubine.That night, overwhelmed by the humiliation, Xian stabbed King Khan and his son with a knife. The daughter of King Khan was terrified and killed them by mistake.

Princess Jingning thought of her loyalty and sent her coffin to be buried in the south of Yuancheng.

When Shuo Wang heard the news of his death, he just felt it was absurd.

How could it be dead?

Cen Xian shouldn't be the one who died!

Shuo Wang still remembered that when he set off that day, Cen Xian was wearing a gray shirt, standing on the high pavilion, quietly watching him go away.

And the day before the expedition, they were huddling together on the bed, possessing each other, their breathing and heartbeat were so real and steady, Cen Xian bit his earlobe, his voice was soft and a little hoarse, begging for promises with him over and over again ——

"Be sure to come back."

That was just a few months ago.

Shuo Wang felt a pain in his heart.

Can't come back.

Blurred vision caught the person in front of him, and several people looked at him worriedly.

Shuo Wang staggered to get off the bed, but Mu Nanzhi refused and pushed him back.Brother Fei didn't know that his words could elicit such a big reaction from the young man in front of him, so he stood there timidly, not daring to move.

Shuowang struggled for a while, exhausted his strength in vain, stared at the beams with blank eyes, with blood in his mouth.He stretched out his hand, and suddenly greeted Brother Fei with a hoarse voice: "Child, you...you come here for a while."

Brother Fei and the people in the room looked at each other for a while, then stepped forward and squatted on the edge of the bed.

"Why did he die?"

Brother Fei looked left and right for a while, then looked back at Luo Erhu, Luo Erhu shook his head and turned his eyes away.

"Pleading, asking for peace... It is also said that it is for, exchanging a skeleton!" Fei Ge stammered, "But on the night of the wedding, he and that Turkic man died together..."

When Fei Ge talked about changing the bones, Shuo Wang had guessed everything pretty well.

"He is... for me"

Shuo Wang's eyes were blank, and he said in a low voice, Luo Erhu couldn't hear Shuo Wang's words clearly for a moment: "What..."

Shuowang swallowed a mouthful of blood, feeling sad, and the voice of people weeping blood in his heart rang slightly in his ears.

"It's for me"

Otherwise, how could such a sensible person agree to such an absurd peace agreement, how could he put on a wedding dress just to get back a handful of bones and then kill King Khan.

He didn't even have time to take care of the affairs of going to Beijing.

Shuo Wang didn't know where the strength came from, he lifted his quilt and staggered off the bed!Mu Nan Zhi was startled, and raised his hand to touch Shuo Wang's acupoints. As soon as he made the gesture, Shuo Wang suddenly raised his hand and clasped Mu Nan Zhi's wrist, saying in a weak voice, "Get out of the way."

There was a dead silence in his eyes, and he couldn't see any light. For a while, Luo Erhu couldn't connect Shuo Wang at this moment with the young man whose eyes were shining brightly that he had seen on the street before.

Those are the eyes of a person with a dead heart.

Luo Erhu had imagined many times what would happen to the young man in front of him after he knew the news of the commander's death.He felt that Shuo Wang was a man of temperament, and when he heard such news, he might break down and cry bitterly, question him harshly, and even criticize himself... But he didn't expect Shuo Wang to be so calm, the flames in his eyes burned to ashes, as if his soul had already died It disappeared, and what remained here was just a walking dead.

Luo Erhu didn't know that Shuo Wang had lost too many times.

I lost my relatives, friends and teachers when I was young, and lost my lover when I grew up.

After ten years of panic, there was no one left by his side.

And Cen Xian...he lost twice.

The first time, the almost heart-piercing separation when he was young, if he stayed like this, maybe Cen Xian would become an unspeakable regret and a dull pain in his life... But, God's will, he happened to meet for the second time. Cen is idle.

I thought that if you think about it in the first place, you can stay together for a long time.

After all, it is a luxury.

"Little friend," Luo Erhu looked at the blood-oozing gauze on Shuowang's arm, "you, you haven't healed yet, sit down first..."

Shuo Wang looked up at Luo Erhu, then lowered his eyes again.

Indeed, with his current state, even if Luo Erhu and the man dressed as a doctor in front of him really get out of the way, he will not be able to reach Yuancheng.

He let go of his hand and fell on his back.

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In the middle of the night, Shuowang woke up again. Grandpa Fei was sitting beside him, fanning the fire with a cattail fan. The medicine stove was steaming, and a bitter fragrance wafted over. Arrived at Cen Mansion.

In Cen Xian's dormitory, he often used a small stove to boil medicinal herbs temporarily.

As a result, the pine wood curtains there were filled with a lingering herbal fragrance, and so was Cen Xian's body, as if these herbs had permeated his bones. Every time he noticed that kind of herbal fragrance, he always felt completely at ease.

Grandpa Fei looked at him hesitantly, and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into indistinct "woo woo".

There are criss-crossing scars on his face, but it can still be seen that he should be a handsome man with sword eyebrows and stars when he was young. The criss-crossing cuts and calluses on his hands show that he studied hard when he was young, but...

Shuo Wang looked at him silently, and suddenly smiled.

The man in front of him had gray temples and was completely unrecognizable, but Shuo Wang recognized who this old man was the first time he saw him.

Back then when the sky was high and cloudy, he and Cen Xian were flying a kite, the wind whizzed through the corridor, he held up the string and looked back, on the pavilions, his father was hugging his mother, the two of them bowed their heads kindly, look at them.

King Zhao, who used to wear a prince's dress, armor and silver helmet, used his soldiers like a god, and looked radiant; the father who used to play with his children and write poems with his wife in the study room, now his face is beyond recognition, covered in scars, wearing a suit that has been washed many times. Shan Yi sat in front of him.Can't hear, can't see clearly, and can't even speak a complete sentence in front of his own child.

It's... so sad.

Shuo Wang didn't know if the person in front of him recognized him, but at this moment he hoped that King Zhao would not recognize him.

Besides, although Luo Erhu knew his identity, he probably wouldn't dare to tell anyone in this small village.

It's better if you don't recognize her... Shuo Wang thought, if she recognizes her, she will feel distressed.

Everyone is distressed.

However, the old man did not want to let him go. In the past, King Zhao, whose writing and ink could even be collected by famous masters, dipped his rough fingers in some tea and wrote on the table——

- You are from Shangjing;

Shuo Wang felt his throat was raw, like rusted iron.

-yes;

Shuo Wang answered with water on the table, and the faint candlelight illuminated their faces, and Zhao Wang Wei Yicheng's only available eye lit up after seeing this word.

-Can you take Brother Fei and me back to Shangjing?

The old man wrote carefully.

- As long as there is a place to sit, we will not be paid by the army, and we will not take up space;

- I have been away from there for too long, I want to return to my roots, and I want to stay with me;

accompany my wife;

Shuo Wang didn't dare to let Wei Yicheng finish writing, he held Wei Yicheng's hand in fear, his voice was almost mournful, with sobs, as painful as crying blood, like a deer on the verge of death.

"I'll take you back...I'll take you back..."

This is his father, his only relative now, how could he refuse?

Shuo Wang's hoarse voice was heard in the small room, but he was the only one who could hear it.

Wei Yicheng lowered his head, looked at this young man with red eyes but no tears, a little dazed.

He didn't know why the young man in front of him collapsed suddenly, so he could only clumsily pat Shuo Wang's back, as he treated his only child a long time ago, generous and gentle.

Shuowang's back collapsed, he stretched out his finger, and wrote a word on Wei Yicheng's hand——

"it is good"