Looking at the meaningful smile on Liu Zhi'an's face, Mr. Liu narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself as if thinking.
Soon.
Young Master Liu's expression relaxed, he smiled and nodded, his heart suddenly enlightened.
He already understood the profound meaning contained in his old man's words.
Seeing the change in Young Master Liu's expression, Liu Zhi'an's eyes flashed with a smile, and after a slight nod of his head, he continued to smoke a pot of dry smoke with a smile.
"You little bastard, do you understand?"
Although he had already understood the meaning of Liu Zhi'an's words, Young Master Liu still pretended to be confused and shook his head.
"Hehehe, I know only a little bit about it."
As Young Master Liu spoke, he turned around and looked in the direction of the capital, holding the dry tobacco bag in his hand with a sad expression and started puffing away.
"Old man, back then, my father and I passed away grandly in front of me, this young master.
Do you know what my father said to this young master on the eve of his death?"
Liu Zhi'an frowned, took a puff of dry cigarette, and turned around to look in the direction of the city.
No, it should be said that he was looking towards the direction of the palace.
"Your father-in-law, Li Zheng, passed away in the winter at the end of Ruian for seven years.
After his death, Prince Li Baiyu inherited the Dalong Kingdom and ascended the throne as emperor.
Unfortunately, things in the world are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people.
The new king Li Baiyu had only been in charge of Dalong Jiangshan for three years, because the kings secretly united and raised troops to rebel.
At a young age, he was forced to renounce himself in the Qinzheng Palace.
A wise king died young.
Later, with your strong support, the emperor's eldest son Li Ye inherited the great treasure and officially ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor in Qinzheng Hall.
After several years, a series of subsequent relationships occurred.
At the end of the seventh year of Rui'an, it's today.
During the period, the first year of Tai'an and the second year of Tai'an.
The first year of Yongping, the second year of Yongping, and the third year of Yongping.
It was the first year of Taiping, and today it is the seventh year of Taiping.
Before I knew it, twelve years had passed.
Your father-in-law, Li Zheng, has passed away twelve years ago.
How can you still remember what Li Zheng said eleven years ago?"
Liu Mingzhi retracted his gaze towards the city, glanced sideways at Liu Zhi'an, and sighed softly.
"Well, to be honest, I don't want to remember this young master so clearly, but I can't forget it."
"Liu Zhi'an raised his eyebrows slightly, turned to look at Young Master Liu and asked, "Oh? Why?"
"Old man, as you just said, after the death of the father, the old man is both a king and a minister, as well as a son-in-law.
The relationship between our king and his ministers is a rare story.
You know how he treated this young master when he was still alive.
In this way, his last words as an old man entrusted him with a heavy responsibility.
Master, how can I say that I will forget it, I will forget it."
As Liu Mingzhi spoke, he bent down to pick up his wine glass from the low table, and drank the wine in one gulp with a low expression.
"Not to mention forgetting his last words, this young master was deeply impressed.
After so many years, my young master, I still vividly remember the words he told me before he passed away.
It’s as if, it just happened yesterday.”
Liu Zhi'an nodded silently, turned around, walked to his seat and sat down.
"In that case, I would like to hear the details."
Seeing this, Liu Mingzhi also sat down on his small bamboo chair.
Liu Zhi'an picked up the pot and refilled a glass of wine for Young Master Liu, and said with a faint smile: "Tell me what kind of words your father-in-law talked to you about before he died."
Liu Mingzhi took a sip of the drink that the old man had refilled for him, and narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a strong look of memories.
"At that time, my father, the old man, took a telescope from a young eunuch and silently admired the scenery around the palace.
Then, he said to me, Mingzhi, your skills are still not good enough.
There is only a telescope, but there is no ten-thousand-mile mirror or a hundred-thousand-mile mirror.”
"I have worked diligently in government affairs all my life. I have not yet taken a good look at the mountains and rivers that are thousands of miles away in this world. I can only peek at the leopard through this small mirror."
After listening to Young Master Liu's words, Liu Zhi'an raised his wine glass with a frown on his face and took a sip of the wine, sighing with a sad look on his face.
"Well, your father-in-law Li Zheng has indeed been plotting his whole life."
"Later, my father asked Lao Zhou if the green plum wine was ready?"
Liu Zhi'an frowned and looked at Young Master Liu in surprise.
"Oh, Qingmei Zhuojiu, does Li Zheng want to discuss heroes with your kid Qingmei Zhuojiu?"
Liu Mingzhi chuckled and shook his head: "At the beginning, I thought so in my heart, too."
Liu Zhi'an's face was slightly startled at first, and then he came to his senses.
“When I first started, I thought so too.
If you say so, in the end Li Zheng did not discuss heroes over wine with you."
Young Master Liu nodded silently and sighed with a low expression.
"Oh, that's true.
He first raised his wine glass and said something like "cooking green plums with wine to discuss heroes."
Immediately afterwards, he drank all the wine in the glass.
Then, he said something to this young master."
"What words?"
"But who among the heroes in this world is me?"
Liu Zhi'an's body shook violently, his pupils narrowed slightly and he fell silent.
After a while.
Liu Zhi'an slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, lifted the wine bottle on the low table and brought it to his mouth, then raised his head and drank a few sips of the wine happily.
"Hiccup! Frankly speaking, your father-in-law Li Zheng is indeed a hero.
What happened next? What else did he say to you?"
Liu Mingzhi raised his hand to fan the smoke rising in front of him, and looked up at the warm sun hanging in the sky.
"Later, I said something, and my father recited a poem."
Liu Zhi'an rolled his eyes and asked with a faint smile: "I wonder what your boy said, and what words your father-in-law Li Zheng recited?"
"Hehehe, it doesn't matter what I said. I'd better repeat the poem he composed to you, old man."
"Okay, I'd like to hear the details."
Young Master Liu drank the wine in his glass in one breath and breathed in silently.
"The country is still there, but the people's difficulties are still there."
"Sorrows and joys, right and wrong, success and failure, become empty in the blink of an eye."
"If you drink a cup of wine, the world will be full of sorrow, and sorrow will destroy your heart."
"After drinking, start again and talk about the setting sun."
To be continued...