Under the night, many places in Yunhuai City still maintain lively scenes, the lights are brightly lit, and the noise is everywhere, but in a quiet street in the North City, a carriage is running fast, rubbing against the cold wind and making a "whirling sound"
"Whoop" sound.
"How could it be? I went to see him in the afternoon, and he was obviously still fine!" Jiang Ran leaned on Tang Ji's shoulder, the corners of his eyes were wet with tears, and he was choked when he spoke.
Tang Ji hugged her and patted Jiang Ran's back gently, not knowing how to comfort her for a moment.
He originally planned to visit Professor Chen tomorrow, but he never imagined that the bad news would come so suddenly.
There was nothing else in the carriage except Jiang Ran's sobs, and several people who had been chatting and laughing not long ago now looked sad.
Jianghai Pavilion is only four streets away from Professor Chen's house, but there are many people on one of the streets, so they can only choose to go around. Despite this, Song Xiao still parked the carriage safely outside Professor Chen's house within a quarter of an hour.
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Tang Ji and the others quickly got off the carriage and walked towards the courtyard.
I saw that the silence in the courtyard was a bit strange. A gust of cold wind made the small door of the side room creak. The light was a little dim. Only a little light came from the small room next to the main hall. Just as a few people walked outside the small room.
, the door opened from the inside, Mrs. Chen looked a little haggard, and smiled lightly: "You are here, go in, he is waiting for you."
Immediately, the four of them looked at each other and walked in slowly.
No wonder there wasn't much light outside the room, because there was only a candle light on in the room, and everything was tidy. There was an old man lying on the bed in the innermost room. Professor Chen's face was pale and wrinkled, but his hair was neatly combed.
Very neatly, the chapped lips were slightly upturned: "If you don't come, I won't be able to hold on anymore."
His voice was very hoarse and gave off a feeling of weakness.
Jiang Ran, who had just stopped crying, couldn't help crying, and quickly moved to the bed: "Mr. Chen, you will be fine, you will be able to survive..."
"What's the matter? The little girl has learned from me and doesn't even want to call me master?" After saying this, Professor Chen looked dissatisfied.
Jiang Ran did not hesitate and said directly: "Master, you will be fine."
"Hey, that's pretty much it." Professor Chen responded, then turned his head slightly to look at Tang Ji, and continued: "This year's poetry meeting has been advanced. Have you composed any new poems? Recite them for me to listen to."
Tang Ji raised his hands and bowed, and said softly: "I wrote two frontier fortress poems, one of which is called "Broken Formation", the content is as follows, I read the sword while drunk..."
Not long after, after listening to him finish reciting two poems, Professor Chen nodded: "It's two more swan songs. Good poems, good poems. They have ended the affairs of the king and the world, and won fame both before and after his life. This pity happened in vain, yes."
, people are all getting old, and there are some things that I want to do but I am not able to do it, cough cough~"
As soon as he sighed twice, he couldn't help coughing. After calming down a little, he continued: "Tang Ji, there is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in Kyoto, and the country is full of dangers. You should do less and think more about everything. It is a good thing that you have a heart for the country.
, but we must also remember that at all times, we must put self-preservation first. When showing off your abilities, you must also remember to reflect on yourself at all times. Everything that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You are still too young. If you climb too fast, some people will
The old thing will be jealous."
After finishing speaking, Professor Chen said to Jiang Ran: "Little girl, there is a gold medal under the pillow, help me take it out."
Jiang Ran wiped away her tears, bent down and took out the golden token from under the pillow.
"This gold medal for immunity from death was a gift from the late Emperor. I have no use for it anymore, so I gave it to you. Don't use it casually unless absolutely necessary." Professor Chen explained.
Tang Ji sighed, feeling indescribably sad, but he still nodded and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Chen."
Professor Chen turned his attention to Li Yu and continued: "Your Highness, King You, I won't explain anything to you, but you remember that the rule passed down by the Ning Kingdom royal family has always been that the capable person becomes the emperor. Even if you don't fight, your two
Brother Huang will not let you go either."
"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I am no longer the fourth prince I was three years ago. When I return to Kyoto this time, I will make a fortune with Tang Ji." After Li Yu finished speaking, he also raised his hand and saluted.
"Hahaha, okay, then I can rest assured. Tang Ji, take good care of Ranran and Xiaojiuer, and don't bully them!" After saying this, Professor Chen's breath suddenly became weak and relaxed.
He slowly lowered his head and murmured: "Call Liniang in. I want her to accompany me on this last stretch of the road."
Hearing this, several people looked at each other and walked out of the house, turning their heads three times at a time.
Soon, Mrs. Chen walked into the house again.
In the yard, Jiang Ran leaned in Tang Ji's arms, his clothes quickly stained with tears.
There were tears in Li Yu's eyes. He exhaled turbid breath and said, "Old Chen has worked hard for the court all his life. My father should give him a posthumous title."
"What if the person is gone, even if he can be crowned an emperor?" Tang Ji lowered his head and looked at the gold medal in his hand. Crystal jade beads shone in the corners of his eyes, but they were quickly wiped away by him.
Jiu'er held Tang Ji's sleeve and sobbed: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, uncle, can you let Grandpa Chen live for two more years?"
Tang Ji stretched out his hand and touched her head. Professor Chen's head was injured and he will probably need a craniotomy in future generations. In addition, he is old and it is impossible to cure him now. Even if he is treated with medicine, it will only be cured.
Intensifying his pain, he looked up at the crescent moon and felt desolate.
After a long time, there was no movement in the room. Everyone knew that Professor Chen had probably left. Li Yu took the lead in gathering his emotions: "Let's go in and comfort Mrs. Chen."
Tang Ji nodded slightly and led Jiang Ran towards the house.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they walked into the house, they found Mrs. Chen leaning on Professor Chen, with purple-red blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Just as they were about to move over, they were interrupted by the other party's voice: "I have been sick since I was a child. Doctor
He said it was difficult to conceive a child, but he insisted on marrying me. It has been forty-eight years since I married him at the age of sixteen. Since there is nothing to worry about in this world, why should I live? I might as well go to the underworld and marry him.
Companion, let's renew our relationship in this life in the next life. Tang Ji, Xiaoran is a good girl. If you treat her sincerely, you would marry her earlier. Don't let her down. When I die, please bury me with him.
..."
Her voice became quieter and quieter, until finally she was almost inaudible.
Several people rushed up quickly, only to find that Mrs. Chen had lost her breath.
Tang Ji frowned, and a few tears fell down the corners of his eyes. He originally thought that committing suicide for love was just an old rumor, and would only appear in TV series and novels. But now that he saw it with his own eyes, it didn't seem that shocking, nor was he particularly sad.
It just makes people feel very tender, the tenderness between a pair of partners who have walked through life hand in hand.
In an instant, the wind outside the house slapped the window wantonly, the crescent moon in the night sky disappeared, and pieces of white crystals fell down...