In the darkness, a rickety and thin figure was sitting high and coughing non-stop. After a while, he seemed to have finally coughed up. He exhaled a long and comfortable breath, picked up a white silk scarf on the table, and wiped it.
He wiped his chin, folded it twice, wiped the desk in front of him, and wiped it carefully several times on an open book before stopping to look at the center of the empty hall.
I don't know when a strong middle-aged man stood there.
"Silversmith, get a chair and sit up there. I don't have the energy to speak now. I can say a few more words if I sit closer." The rickety figure waved to the middle-aged man in the center of the hall, and then covered his mouth again.
Cough.
The middle-aged man picked up a dusty chair from the corner of the hall and did not clean it. He carried the chair up the steps, came to the side near the ricket figure and sat down, without saying anything.
The ricket figure coughed for another long time, then exhaled a long breath as before, smiled happily and said to the middle-aged man, "She told me that coughing like this will only make my body unable to bear it faster, but like this
It feels really good to cough, so I just thought, since she’s gone and no one will say such things anymore, it’s better to be more comfortable. In my life, I really haven’t done a few things based on my own temper, without taking it into consideration.
This, I was worried about that, but only then did I realize that worrying about so many things is really useless. If I completely let go of my hands and feet like this now, many troublesome things will be eliminated, and more things will become worse.
Smooth, do you think it’s interesting or not?”
The middle-aged man sat motionless like a clay sculpture, speechless and expressionless. He looked more like a dead person than the rickety figure in front of him, who was seriously ill.
"It's a little cold, Silversmith, please make some fire," the ricket figure said while rubbing his hands.
The middle-aged man waved, and a brazier covered in dust flew into his hand in the corner of the hall. He placed the brazier in front of the rickety figure, waved again, and a chair in the corner was silently shattered into pieces.
The firewood fell into his hand and was casually thrown into the brazier as firewood. I don't know what method he used, but he seemed to create a fire out of thin air, and soon the wood was burning brightly.
"It's just a good sandalwood chair. There are some good things. It's better to burn them than to throw them in the corner to eat ashes..." The rickety figure reached out to the brazier to bake, ignoring the smoke.
He just stared at the flames in a daze, and it took him a while to regain focus, "Silversmith, I'm actually lucky. The poison they gave me wasn't the kind that would kill me on the spot, although it was indeed an incurable poison."
Poison...but it still gave me such a long time, I should be content...ahem...sometimes I think about it, if I had been poisoned to death directly, then how far away from it would be
County... I'm afraid this is really in trouble... I want to do a lot of things, I can do a lot of things, and I have actually done some, but I don't know what the results will be, and I can't see the results.
.....”
He was lost in thought for a while, then came back to his senses and laughed at himself, "I used to...ahem...I used to care a lot about other people's opinions, very much, but now I think about it.
, the so-called closing of the coffin, probably only when the coffin is closed can someone give an evaluation of your life. Those things that you once thought were important and that you could not let go of no matter what, may not be important at all in his eyes...
..." He laughed and pointed at the blood-stained books on the table in front of him, then looked at the middle-aged man and said, "There is only one person who can make this evaluation of my life, and that's him.
.....”
He let out a long sigh, feeling that his breath was filled with a strong smell of blood, but he still felt comfortable. His hand was rubbing the book, and every word and punctuation mark on it was written by his own hands.
It was written on it, but today it was stained with blood. He was a little regretful. It would be a bit dirty if it was stained with blood. "When he was young, I hugged him and kissed him every day. I couldn't kiss him enough. Yue'er would say that I had
The dirty saliva was all smeared on the child's face..." He laughed, then coughed uncontrollably. He covered it with his hand, and blood flowed out from between his fingers, "But
Later... later I sent him to Zhongjing City alone as a hostage... Sixteen years ago, Silversmith, my biological father, sent him to Zhongjing City... Ahem
Ahem...sixteen years..."
"I haven't seen him in sixteen years. I can only think over and over again from the text the ANBU gave me. He has probably run away all over the city. How many teeth has he changed? He will also be there.
If you meet someone you like in a big city, will the proton from Qingzhou County next door bully him with cold words?" He said a lot of words in a hurry, and then coughed and coughed again, "I know him
He blames me and hates me. I know this from the fact that he called me Lord Prefect when he saw me a few days ago, but I still love him. He looks like me, and he looks so much like his mother...
....”
"...Just looking at him, I will think of that winter, just like today...On the bank of Luoshui outside Cangyan City, I, Luo Tianen, spent all my life
It's good luck that he met his mother..." He stood up tremblingly, with tears streaming down his face, but his eyes were full of smiles as he looked northwest, "I don't have the ability to protect her.
, later, I was not able to let her son grow up by my side, and I, Luo Tianen, was about to die. I thought that in this life I would not let down Lijun or the Luo family, but I would let her mother and son down too much... too much.
.....”
"Now that I am going to hand over the entire Li County to him, everyone will probably think that I am crazy. A few smart people may think that I am paying back this debt, but in fact it is all wrong.
....." He picked up the book on the desk with force and shook it in the air. "Not only was this debt not repaid, but... I owed even more...
....”
"After all, I still live up to Li County and the Luo family..." He turned and walked down the steps, stopped after taking two steps, turned around and threw the book in his hand into the brazier, "
Silversmith, take the prefect's seal on the table and go out of the city, hand it over to him personally, and hand it over to the future owner of Li County..."
The silversmith stood up without saying a word and picked up the seal contained in an exquisite wooden box on the table. He hesitated for a moment, then reached into the brazier and took out the half-burnt book. The next moment, he disappeared in the fire pit.
In the main hall.
Luo Tianen did not look back, but slowly but firmly walked out of the hall. Surrounded by a group of palace attendants, he went to the central and largest hall of the prefect's palace and sat on the only throne.
There are still blood stains on the corners of his lips, blood stains between his fingers, and blood stains on his gorgeous robes.
The blood stains were like steel thorns, piercing the eyes and hearts of all the courtiers under the hall with great fear.
Luo Tianen smiled, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he said slowly, "I'm going to die..."
There was silence in the main hall, and all the courtiers were stunned.
Luo Tianen raised his hand with a smile, and the slightly chaotic scene returned to silence, "I'm going to die. Someone poisoned me. I know who it is, but there is no need to pursue anything...
." He raised his hand again to signal the courtiers to be silent, "I have made my only will to find a better person than me to be the prefect of Li County. That person was only nineteen years old, so he killed Cang Cang.
Yan Sanmaggot has won the hearts and minds of the local people and defeated the Western Yi demon bandits. He can be called a hero..." He looked at Luo Yun, who was already stunned, "His name is Luo Chuan..."
All the court officials were in complete uproar, and countless emotions circulated in the hall.
Luo Tianen watched with cold eyes and stood up slowly. There was no sound in the hall.
Then the old-looking county magistrate walked out of the queue and knelt on the ground, "My lord, Sun Cuo, I will obey the edict of the eunuch and will welcome the young master Luochuan to the position of eunuch of Lijun!"
Then, it was the county captain, and a group of important ministers, and finally, everyone.
When there was no one left standing in the court hall, Luo Tianen stood up and left quietly...
Leave only yourself, a figure that will never look back...