The carriage drove through the long palace road. Under the flags along the way, two rows of soldiers from the imperial city, and the guards in the palace were holding weapons to greet each other half kneeling.

The slightly shaking carriage, the curtain was opened, and Geng Qing had not seen it for many years when he looked at the kneeling soldiers and the eunuchs in the palace kneeling.

"Decades have passed, and a group of people have changed, but they are still the same."

That was an apology of disgust but nostalgia.

When they arrived at Taiwei Palace, the carriage stopped. Zhu Hongzhao, Feng Yun, An Congyi, Meng Hanqiong, Zhu Hongshi and other civil and military officials on duty in the palace greeted him. Kang Yicheng was there, and he had to lower his head.

Shi Jingtang turned over and bowed to them, then turned to the carriage, "King Yong, you have arrived at Taiwei Palace."

Everyone knelt down quickly: "I welcome King Yong."

The curtains of the car were lifted, Dou Wei and Jiuyu got off the station first, standing left and right as before. The figure in the middle was wearing bronze inscriptions and water wave boots, wearing black regular clothes and sable fur, and down on the stool. The old face was white and the beard was looking at the people showing a kind smile.

"Get up. I have stepped down as King Yong many years ago. Come here today to meet Your Majesty."

At that time, King Yong was dominating the world and had been through several dynasties but did not fall. He was a model of Chinese and Chinese military in the dynasty. His Majesty even now often talks about him and calls him his teacher.

The imperial teacher must be respected.

Zhu Hongzhao and others said "yes" and stood up and retreated. Geng Qing bowed to them again. Even if his identity and hidden power were prominent, he would have to be polite and considerate so that people would not find fault. This is already accustomed to it.

"Why don't you follow me?"

When they heard King Yong make an invitation, how could the people here not be willing? They hurriedly followed behind and just walked a few steps up the stone steps, a "hum" sound came not far away.

"It's been so many years since I arrived at the palace and I'm not embarrassed to rely on my seniority!"

The walking wave boots stopped, Geng Qing turned his head with a smile, looked at the dissatisfied burly figure, and asked in a low voice: "Who is he? I first came to the palace, but I don't remember who I offended."

"That's Kang Yicheng, the governor of Heyang." Zhu Hongzhao took two steps forward, "his son participated in the rebellion of the King of Qin and died in the chaos. He was in a bad mood. I hope King Yong would not have the same knowledge as him."

"Yeah?"

Geng Qing raised his hand with a smile and called a eunuch. The latter approached his side and whispered something. Geng Qing's smile gradually calmed down and no longer looked at Kang Yicheng's Jiedushi. While stepping onto the stairs, he flicked his wide sleeves and took his back to the back.

"How can you keep you alive and kill——"

Zhu Hongzhao was shocked and hurriedly wanted to defend his friend for a few words. However, before he could speak, he followed a thin figure on the left side of King Yong and was already running out, so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up. He had only time to shout: "King Yong!" Kang Yicheng screamed, flew out like a shell, and fell heavily to the ground and rolled around for a few times.

"You have no official position, dare to fight..." Kang Yicheng was wearing armor and was suddenly beaten away by someone just now. His injuries were not serious. He staggered and pointed at Geng Qing on the stone steps and the man who took action to scold him. Half of his words, there was a guard next to him who came over and directly pressed him to the ground.

"Shut up!"

Shi Jingtang drew his sword and slashed directly on his head. The head fell to the ground. The blood arrows of the broken neck shot out, dyeing a bright red mark on the ground.

Zhu Hongzhao sighed and begged King Yong to hand over the body to him for a grand funeral.

"Accurate."

The figure moving forward waved his sleeves and took everyone away.

......

Ziwei Palace Sleeping Hall.

The smell of medicine filled the bedside. Li Siyuan, who was overly sad, slowly woke up, and weakly attracted the eunuchs and asked what time they were.

"The King of Qin is my son after all, so he buried him forever..."

The close servant took the order out and returned for a moment. Before Li Siyuan could speak, he knelt down and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, the news just came, King Yong is here--"

In the curtain, the old man's eyes were slowly opened, and his fingers hanging by the mattress trembled excitedly. He wanted to get up, but it was difficult to move. He hurriedly asked the palace maid who served to come and help him, and the door of the palace had been pushed open.

The familiar voice came.

"Siyuan shouldn't get up."

It's just a familiar voice, it's as old as him.

"teacher....."

The palace maid stepped back, and Li Siyuan called out softly on the bed. In his muddy gaze, the curtain slowly opened, and a figure sat on the edge of the bed, with silver threads and pale beards, looking at him with a smile.

"King Yong...you are old too."

Li Siyuan looked excited, his lips were shaking constantly. He looked at the wrinkled face, but tears couldn't stop falling down, wetting the wooden pillow.

"When you are old, you will grow old."

Geng Qing looked at the old student, feeling complicated and held his hand with a little sadness, "Siyuan, how have you been in these years?"

In the hall, the left and right guards, the palace maids and eunuchs retreated at some point, and only two people were left talking softly.

It was like returning to that time, Li Siyuan was like an obedient student, feeling the teacher's warm palms, shook his head with difficulty, and showed a bitter smile.

"I... Siyuan's life is not good... I was deceived by the teacher... I shouldn't be this emperor... If I followed the teacher to travel around the mountains and rivers and teach my children, I might not be like this today."

"But you also enjoy the right to wealth and honor on earth. There are gains and losses."

"I would rather not..." Li Siyuan closed his eyes, tears broke the line and rolled down, "Yesterday... I just killed a son... This is a tragedy of the imperial family. He plotted against... He wanted to be the emperor... But he was not the emperor's guess. As the emperor, he had to kill him, but as the father, he issued an order to kill his own child... I felt so painful... Teacher... The students felt so painful."

The old man cried like a child in front of Geng Qing.

"As the emperor, I worked day and night... I never had time to take a breath... The children at home grew up one by one... They were looking forward to my death, and the dragon throne under me..."

The crying sounded outside. I never thought that an emperor would cry like this. Zhu Hongzhao and others did not dare to listen and retreated to the bottom of the stone steps to wait.

I don’t know how long it took, but the crying in the bedroom gradually subsided.

The weak old man seemed to have improved a lot after crying, his face turned red, and he also had the posture of an emperor in the past. He forced himself to sit up and lean against the head of the bed. He looked at his mentor beside the bed with a solemn expression.

"It was just a family matter, and now it is a state matter. Have King Yong ever thought about coming back?"

Geng Qing shook his head.

"I am used to being idle in the mountains and fields, and I don't want to be in the court anymore. What do Siyuan want to ask?"

"I would like to ask King Yong, what should I do in this world?"

He looked at Geng Qing directly, and Geng Qing did not avoid it, "If you have any descendants who can afford Daliang, the Tang Kingdom will continue and cannot afford it. You have already found other emperors for yourselves."

"Just the teacher dares to say this... the teacher is not afraid of this palace..." Li Siyuan closed his eyes and laughed, "This palace... this Luoyang... this city full of Tang flags, from top to bottom, is all the connections of King Yong... Haha... Actually, I just work for King Yong, right?"

Geng Qing nodded without saying a word.

"......King Yong, go...I can do more days for you."

Seeing Geng Qing still sitting by the bed without moving, Li Siyuan pushed her with some strength from somewhere, and threw herself on the bedding, yelling loudly: "Let's go... I'm just doing my job!!"

Geng Qing pursed his lips and looked at the student with his hair disheveled, feeling uncomfortable. He used to be selfish, but when he found out that he wanted his whole family to withdraw safely, he had to do this, otherwise it would be a situation where his whole family was in trouble.

After a moment of silence, Geng Qing slowly stepped back and turned to the palace gate. When he blew up behind him, Li Siyuan fell from the bed, crawled on the ground, and stood up with difficulty.

"Teacher...student..."

Li Siyuan raised his hand tremblingly, his pale face and his lips trembled, "Students greeted his mentor, this farewell may be separated forever, and it will be difficult to meet again!"

"Siyuan, take care of yourself"
Chapter completed!