Licheng, the prefect's palace.

In a remote palace, it is as dark as usual.

In the darkness, a hunched and thin figure was sitting high on his head and coughing constantly. After a while, he seemed to be coughing happily. He breathed a long and comfortable breath, picked up a white scarf on the table, wiped his chin, folded it twice, wiped the table in front of him, and especially carefully wiped it several times on a book that was opened before stopping to look at the center of the empty hall.

There was no idea when a strong middle-aged man had already stood there.

"Silver Smith, I took a chair to sit on it. I am a little weak in speaking now. I can say a few more words when I sit closer." The hunched figure waved at the middle-aged man in the middle of the hall, and then covered his mouth and coughed.

The middle-aged man picked up a dusty chair from the corner of the hall, but did not clean it up. He carried the chair up the steps and sat down to the hunchbacked figure near the front, saying nothing.

The hunched figure coughed for a long time, then exhaled as before, and smiled happily at the middle-aged man, "She told me that coughing like this will only make my body unable to bear it, but coughing like this is really good. I just thought, anyway, no one said such words again, so it would be better to be more comfortable. In my life, I have never done a few things with my own temperament, either taking care of this or that, but at this time I realized that it was really useless to care about so many things. If I completely let go of my hands and feet, I will cut many troublesome things and make more things smoother. Do you think it's interesting?"

The middle-aged man sat upright like a clay sculpture, without words or expressions, and looked more like a dead person than the terminally ill hunched figure in front of him.

"It's a bit cold, silversmith, let's light the fire," said the hunchbacked figure rubbing his hands.

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a fire brazier that was also covered with dust flew into his hands in the corner of the hall. He placed the brazier in front of the hunchbacked figure and waved his hand again. A chair in the corner was broken silently and pieces of waste fell into his hands. He was thrown into the brazier as firewood. I don’t know what method he used, but it seemed that a ball of fire was made out of thin air, and the wood burned in a short while.

"A good sandalwood chair, just like, some good things are better than thrown in the corner to eat ashes..." The hunched figure reached out to the brazier and roasted. Regardless of the smoke, he just stared at the flames in a daze. After a while, his eyes found the focus again. "Silvermith, I am actually lucky. The poison they put on me is not the kind that will kill me on the spot. Although it is indeed a very drug-free poison... but I still gave me such a long time, and it should be content... Ahem... Sometimes when I think about it, if I had poisoned me directly, then this Lijun... I'm afraid it would be really troublesome... I want to do a lot of things, can do a lot of things, and I did do some, but I don't know what the result is, and I can't see the result..."

He was ecstatic for a while and then came back to his senses and said, "I used to... ahem... I always cared about other people's opinions, and cared about them very much. Now when I think about it, the so-called final conclusion can someone give you a comment on your life only when the coffin board is covered. Those things you thought were important and you couldn't put down no matter how important it is, perhaps in his eyes, all of them are not important..." He laughed and pointed to the blood-stained book on the table in front of him, and then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "There are only one people who can make this evaluation of my life, and he is him..."

He sighed a long time, feeling that there was a strong smell of blood in his breath, but he felt comfortable. His hands were rubbing on the book, and every word and punctuation on it was written by him, but today he was stained with blood. He was a little regretful. It was a little dirty after being stained with blood. "When he was young, I hugged him every day and kissed him. No matter how hard it was, Yue'er would say that I had applied all the dirty saliva to the child's face..." He laughed, and couldn't stop coughing, covering it with his hands, and the blood flowed out through his fingers, "But later... Later... I sent him alone to Zhongjing City as a proton... Sixteen years, silversmith, my biological father, sent him to Zhongjing City... Cough cough cough... Sixteen years..."

"I haven't seen him for sixteen years. I can only think over and over again from the words given to me by Anbu. He probably ran away all over the city. How many teeth have he changed? He will meet someone he likes in that big city. Will the proton from Qingzhou County next door bully him coldly?" He spoke a lot of words in a hurry, and then coughed again, "I know he blamed me and hated me. I knew it since he called me the prefect when he saw me a few days ago, but I still love him. He looks like me, and more like his mother..."

"...... I just look at him and think of that winter, just today... Just by the Luoshui outside Cangyan City, I, Luo Tianen, tried all my life's good luck to meet his mother..." He stood up tremblingly, with tears in his face, but the eyes of the northwest direction were full of smiles, "I don't have the ability to protect her, and later, I was unable to let her son grow up by my side. I, Luo Tianen, are about to die. I believe that I will never let my family be defeated in this life, but I will not let my mother and son be defeated in my life... too many..."

"Now, I want to hand over the entire county to him intact. Perhaps everyone will think I am crazy. A few smarter ones may think I am paying this debt, but in fact it is wrong..." He picked up the book on the desk in his hand and shook it in the air. "Not only did this debt not pay it back, but... I owe more..."

"After all, I will never let down the Luo family of Lijun..." He turned and walked down the steps, took two steps and stopped again, turned around and threw the book in his hand into the brazier. "Silver Smith, take the prefect seal on the table and go out of the city, hand the seal to him personally, and hand it over to the future owner of Lijun..."

The silversmith did not say a word and picked up the seal on the table in the exquisite wooden box. After hesitating for a moment, he reached into the brazier and took out the book that had been burned out half. The next moment, he disappeared into the hall.

Luo Tianen did not look back, but walked out of the hall slowly and firmly, surrounded by a group of palace servants and went to the center and largest hall of the Prefect's Palace, sitting on the only throne.

There was still blood on the corners of his lips, blood on the gap between his fingers, and blood on his gorgeous clothes.

The blood was like steel thorns, piercing into the eyes of all the court officials under the hall, and they were extremely frightened.

Luo Tianen smiled, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said slowly, "I'm going to die..."

There was silence above the hall, and the courtiers were stunned.

Luo Tianen smiled and raised his hand. The slightly chaotic scene returned to silence. "I'm going to die. Some people poisoned me. I know who it is, but there is no need to pursue anything..." He raised his hand again to signal the court officials to Sujing, "I have made the only order to find someone better than me in Lijun to be the prefect. The man was only nineteen years old, and he killed three maggots in Cangyan, won the hearts of the people in the land, and defeated the evil demons of Western barbarians. He is a master of men..." He looked at Luo Yun, who was already stunned, "His name is Luochuan..."

The court officials were completely uproared, and countless emotions flowed in the hall.

Luo Tianen watched coldly and slowly stood up, and there was no sound in the hall.

Then the old and handsome county magistrate walked out of the queue and knelt on the ground, "My minister, Gongsun Chou, please obey the prefect's orders and will welcome Prince Luochuan and ascend to the position of prefect of the county!"

Then, he was the county magistrate, and a group of important officials, and finally, everyone.

When no one stood in the court, Luo Tianen stood up and quietly left...

Leave it only for yourself, a back that never looks back...
Chapter completed!