The wind ran through the eaves, and the lantern with the word "Dian" shone pale light. Jiuyu and others gently closed the door, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

The lights in the room were swaying, and the white wax flowed to the candlesticks. In front of the window with curtains, Geng Qing sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at the mourning hall that had been arranged, and felt a little sad.

"I remember you and I met each other, and it was introduced by Brother Huaimian. Later, I often came to my house and couldn't beat him. I really missed that period. You and I, and Brother Huaimian, had similar ambitions, recited poems and talked about the Tao together, and danced swords under the tree. That period was really missed."

The deserted room finally felt a little angry, but only Geng Qing was talking there. The figure on the bed was silent for a while before there was a hint of hoarse laugh.

He leaned toward his thin cheeks.

"The only one who dances under the tree is me and Brother Huaimian, and Ji Chang only creates torture instruments there."

"That's a body-forging device." Geng Qing corrected his tone seriously, "Before Jiezezhou, King Liang had used my new and improved ones, and he highly praised them."

The originally gentle atmosphere, when talking about King Liang, Xie Tong on the bed restrained his smile.

"You blame me."

"On the way I came, I wish I could see you hit you a few punches."

"Tong is healthy, you can't beat me." Xie Tong smiled again, causing a violent cough, and the blood was shaking to the corner of his mouth. Geng Qing quickly took out his handkerchief to wipe it off for the scholar. The former closed his eyes and turned his face away.

"Actually... I know you will come here, but I don't want to see you... I don't have the shame to see you... But it's the responsibility for King Liang, but I feel a little guilty after all."

Geng Qing patted his hands.

"I know... But Cunxiao is not a big deal, otherwise I'd already pulled you out of bed and beat you up before I could relieve myself."

Facing the thin face in the bed, the scholar smiled and tears hanged at the corners of his eyes. He knew that Geng Qing's funny tone was just to make himself happier, but he knew that his body could not last long.

"Ji Chang... I'm afraid you won't have a chance to let out this in the future... But you can come here... I'm actually very happy."

He spoke intermittently and kept coughing. Perhaps he was bleeding too much. Soon, his mind became confused. He stopped for a while before he continued speaking. Geng Qing held his hand and listened quietly.

"...I can have you and Brother Huaimian as my company... I can't express my happiness... You know, I am a scholar who failed... If I had a normal life in the past... I was just an official in a county... Even if I have talent, I would have passed by in a daze for the rest of my life... But I met you... I met Brother Huaimian and King Liang who admired her... Even if he had a bad temperament, he allowed me to show my strengths... I will have no complaints when a scholar died as a confidant."

A long sentence took a lot of effort. After closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep. Geng Qing sat quietly beside him, holding his hand and guarding him. Looking at the unsatisfactory scholar who had long been thin, his eyes were red.

Somehow, in the palm of his hand, the scholar's hand suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong?" Geng Qing asked hurriedly.

However, the scholar opened his eyes and looked at the raised tent. His eyes were confused. As time went by, the memories passed by like a long street.

He returned to the once energetic scholar, walked through the bustling streets, holding the book and knocked on the small courtyard located in Yong'anfang, Chang'an.

The door opened and he walked into the yard. The mottled walnut tree cicadas were whistling. Under the tree, Qin Huaimian, a sturdy body, waved his sword and his beard was floating.

Not far away, Geng Qing, wearing a regular dress, squatted on the ground, holding a pile of wood and smiling at him.

In the yard, the old woman pushed the old man in the wheelchair and chattered, and the red fox dragged his tail was lying comfortably under the eaves with a piece of flesh in his mouth. In the kitchen, Qiao Niang, who was holding the water, said hello to him with the sweat on her forehead; the busy and beautiful woman was still rushing by and out of the yard gate.

"Ji Chang, Huaimian, Tong is here to visit."

He held the book and arched his hands at the two friends under the tree.

Memories surged like a tide, and the opened courtyard door slowly closed and gently locked the beautiful scene in the courtyard.

"Ji Chang... Tong's life is very exciting... I am content..."

Xie Tong held Geng Qing's hand in his back, and he whispered, and the spirit in his eyes gradually faded, "......... tell King Liang for me...... Tong can't... help him... can't see... can't see... he has shown his ambitions."

The scholar's words stopped at this moment, and his hand tightly held Geng Qing's hand and hung weakly on the bed.

Geng Qing gritted his teeth tightly, but tears still couldn't stop flowing down the corners of his eyes. He held the scholar's hand and sat there without saying a word until the temperature in his hand became cold. He covered the bedding for the scholar, slowly got up and walked to the door.

Outside, the people from the inn had been gathered. Seeing Geng Qing with red eyes, most of them knew that the bed-dwelling prosecutor's right servant had passed away.

"Put your right servant into a coffin, go outside the city to inform the future Mozhou to pay condolences and see off your right servant. In addition, send a fast horse back to Luoyang... to inform King Liang about this matter, please hurry."

Geng Qing has been in this world for many years and has come into contact with many people, but not many people can really talk about friends. Xie Tong's departure made him sad. As for Li Cunxiao's previous incident, it no longer exists with the other party's death.

Not long after, the news came to the military camp outside the city. Yang Shihou, the commander of the two armies of Ge Congzhou and Ge Congzhou, who had originally rectified the troops, came to the city with their respective generals. Ge Congzhou, Zhang Quanyi, Wang Jingren, Pang Shigu and Xie Tong were with the longest time. They knew that the scholar's illness was caused by hard work. When they came to the front of the spirit, they independently wore maroon clothes. The scholar had no relatives, so they had to do it for them.

After guarding for seven days, the coffin was buried. Geng Qing had not had enough sleep for almost several days. He was buried in the suburbs south of Mozhou with the coffin. He had just relaxed his spirit and fell asleep in the carriage tiredly.

At night, he had a dream. In the dream, a scholar named Xie Tong stood under a lantern outside the window, bowed and said goodbye and walked into the darkness and disappeared.

That night, it started to rain heavily.

Hundred miles apart, Luzhou, rain curtains intertwined on the eaves, and the tall figure in his sleep sounded the sound of golden swords and iron horses in his ears. The angrily rebuked by his adoptive father, Li Cunxiao woke up and sat up, put on a single dress and opened the door, looking at the intertwined rain curtains and were slightly ecstatic.

Soon, several figures descended from the courtyard wall and quickly attacked him with splashes. The man in charge waved a spear towards the sky, and even the rain line in the sky opened in an instant, turning into water droplets and splashing.

"Li Cunxiao, but he still knows Deng--"

boom!

Under the swaying lanterns, water droplets poured out in all directions, heavy weapons flew onto the rainy night, and their burly figures flew backwards, and the rest of the people who came together fell heavily to the courtyard and overlapped them.

"A young man from the world is worthy of letting a family remember his name."

Li Cunxiao didn't even look at them. He went back to the room with his hands behind his back and ran into the door.

"Don't leave...Don't leave...I've fought with me again!" King Deng lay in the rain, looked at the closed door opposite the rain, and roared in depression, "...Either kill me or fight with me again!!"

In the rain curtain, the unwilling voice echoed in the courtyard for a long time.

.........

The heavy rain stopped for several days, and then it was sunny again. The water vapor from Luoyang was still left with the previous few days. The street was wet and muddy. Cui Yuan, the Minister of War, drove through the street in a carriage. He came out of the house of the Minister of the Secretariat, and looked at the street outside the curtain with a serious expression, urging the driver to go faster.

In Luoyang for several months, in order to eliminate the traitors and restore the throne, he did a lot of things, which also led to some officials coming together. Now King Liang is attacked on both sides, and the army is outside, and he is dragged by the Khitans. It is the best time.

When I see the Queen Mother tomorrow, I will take the last step.

The carriage drove through the long street, and there was a sight on the nearby restaurant on the street behind. Liu Can put down the cup with a smile, asked the servant to pay for the wine and take the bus to the Liangwang Mansion.

Seeing King Liang who was shaking slightly while holding a letter, after listening to the scene that the Secretary Ping Zhangshi saw, over there, the fat figure pressed the letter paper and placed it on the corner of the table. His eyes were wet and red, and he took a deep breath.

"Zi Ming can't see it...but I will definitely let you hear it in the nine springs."

Kong Luoluo's grief seemed to push to the last wall in his heart. King Liang, who stood up, seemed to stand in front of Liu Can likewise, with a thick voice but fierce voice.

"First kill these jumping clowns who are jumping up and down behind them... and then... it's the emperor."
Chapter completed!