Chapter 381 Who is more stubborn?

Yutang Kowloon Hall.

There was mist on the hot spring water, and smoke came out of the incense burner, making the entire inner hall a little foggy.

On the imperial couch, the white marble statue remained motionless. Behind the imperial couch, an old eunuch was sitting on the blanket, listening to Wang Zhongsi's lengthy words and taking notes with a brush in his hand.

Wang Zhongsi was talking about some things in Shuofang and Hebei. From time to time, he mentioned Turks and Khitan, and some awkward names came up.

"Peiro, the leader of the Uighurs, has died, and his son Moyanchu succeeded to the throne. I thought that after Abu Si fled north, he would either go to the Uighurs or go to Geluolu. In recent years, the Uighurs have controlled Geluolu.

It's so bad that Ge Luolu set up Ye Hu on his own, which may lead to trouble..."

The voice was very weak, and the old eunuch couldn't understand it. His head lowered lower and lower, and he gradually seemed to be falling asleep.

A young eunuch quietly walked in from the back courtyard, his steps were lighter than a cat, and handed over a small scroll.

The old eunuch took a look at the unfolded scroll, cleared his throat slightly and spoke.

"I understand."

A very strange scene appeared. The voice coming out of the old eunuch's mouth was very similar to that of a saint. If you listen through the screen, it seems like the white marble statue on the imperial couch has spoken.

He just followed the script, and his tone was somewhat dull, not as full as the saint's usual tone.

"I know that Ah Xun has been wronged about what happened, so I need to take a good rest first..."

"His Majesty!"

On the other side of the screen, Wang Zhongsi suddenly became excited, as if he wanted to stand up, which made the old eunuch who looked outside feel very nervous. Fortunately, Wang Zhongsi was weak and abided by court etiquette, and did not break into the inner hall, but supported his arms.

, kneeling on the ground.

"The land east of Hedong, with Hefen in its lap and Guanluo in its wings, no matter whether it goes east to Hebei or goes south to the Central Plains to send troops, it is a commanding position. It can be said to be a great victory. Therefore, it is not a confidant and loyal minister who cannot be relied on. I invite your highness, and you must not take Anlu Mountain lightly.

!”

The sudden and fierce remonstrance left the old eunuch in the inner palace at a loss, but he responded again: "I understand."

Fearing that Wang Zhongsi would talk endlessly, he quickly read the contents of the scroll.

"Axun, please step aside and rest for a while. But there is a problem that you are making difficult for me to solve."

"I am guilty, and I know that I have brought your Majesty into trouble, and I am willing to die to atone for it."

Regardless of what Wang Zhongsi answered, the old eunuch read it to himself and said: "You lied to your death and deceived me. The news of your death has been announced. If you change your mind, where will the majesty of the court be? Just stay in seclusion to recuperate. After you recover, I will try to do something for you."

You are reinstated."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Zhongsi had already been mentally prepared for this. "I obey the order and will never dare to use my name as Wang Zhongsi in the future."

"I just hope you are in good health and live a long life. You don't have to think too much about anything else."

There was a voice without any fluctuation in tone. When Wang Zhongsi heard it, he felt a sense of loss in his heart, and he swallowed back the thousands of words he had been brewing.

For a moment, he seemed to have been drained of his energy. He fell weakly on the soft couch and let someone carry him out. The excessive blood loss made him dizzy. He thought that he had tried his best and had to hand over all the burdens he should give back.

He went back, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was already in Bieye in Zhaoying County, and Wang Yunxiu was calling "Grandpa" anxiously in my ears.

"Xue Lang?"

Wang Zhongsi was unable to pay attention to his daughter. He opened his eyes a little and saw another figure standing in the room.

His throat rolled twice, and he murmured: "Did I finally... see the saint?"

In fact, he had vaguely noticed that the person in the Nine Dragons Palace did not seem to be a saint, because it was so cold that he could not feel the temperature and breath of any living person, but he was not sure whether the saint was that cold.

Xue Bai hesitated slightly, his eyes fell on Wang Zhongsi's defeated face, and replied: "I saw it."

"Is the plan going well?" Wang Zhongsi asked.

"Nothing was too wrong. The saint saw everything he should have seen with his own eyes."

"So, we did it?"

"I have done everything I can, so I have succeeded." Xue Bai paused and continued: "Right now, the saint has detained Ji Wen and Sun Xiaozhe. The team sent by An Lushan to offer prisoners has also been controlled.

, we will investigate this case in detail next.”

For a few seconds, Wang Zhongsi's eyes showed a look of relief, which soon dimmed.

He very much hoped to prove his loyalty to the saint, and advised the saint to beware of Anlu Mountain to avoid chaos in the world during the transition of the throne. At this time, listening to Xue Bai's words, he should have succeeded. However, deep in his heart

However, I still can't completely rest assured.

After a moment of silence, he sighed and asked, "Did it hurt you?"

"It doesn't matter, the saint doesn't trust me for the time being, but it will get better sooner or later." Xue Bai said, shaking his head mockingly, and whispered: "This is not important anymore."

"Counting it all, I don't know how many times you have protected me." Wang Zhongsi turned his head, looked at Wang Yunxiu, and murmured: "I am sick and disabled and I may not be able to repay the kindness Xue Lang has shown me. You must

Remember."

"Grandma, don't worry."

Xue Bai said: "Jie Shuai has great luck. Those young people can't kill you, and all the difficulties can't defeat you. Please cheer up again, the country still needs Jie Shuai as the pillar."

Wang Zhongsi was deeply touched by this sentence and said: "I have never been afraid of Genu, Zahu, Shihu and their minions. It is even more because of your protection several times. Those young people still don't want to follow my path."

life."

He said this very proudly.

He had been framed, squeezed out, poisoned, and assassinated for several years. Even this time he was prepared to die, and finally survived under Sun Xiaozhe's knife. As Xue Bai said, he would never die in Xiao Xiao

in the hands of others.

But what really wanted to kill him all along, what could kill him, was not what it seemed on the surface.

What killed him was the will of the saint.

At the end of the day, the saint still killed him.

Wang Zhongsi was thinking about the last few words he heard in Yutang Jiulong Hall, and all the luster in his eyes gradually faded, and he said casually.

"Wang Zhongsi...is dead."

Xue Bai understood the meaning of this sentence. Even if he could save Wang Zhongsi a thousand or ten thousand times, as long as the suspicion in Li Longji's heart was not eliminated, Wang Zhongsi would be like a thorn in the emperor's throat sooner or later.

to be pulled out.

For Wang Zhongsi, this was a deadlock; but in Xue Bai's view, as long as Li Longji was solved, this deadlock would be solved.

"You don't have to lose your integrity. If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. If you keep a low profile and bide your time, there will still be a day when you will shine."

"You don't understand me." Wang Zhongsi said, "I was raised by a saint since I was a child..."

He didn't say any more and turned around to give Wang Yunxiu another instruction.

"Let's go ahead with the funeral."

He was raised by a saint since he was a child. He upheld loyalty and filial piety in his heart and regarded the saint as everything. For this reason, he had no time to care about his own children, so how could he betray the saint.

But his biggest dilemma is that the saint wants him to die.

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Paper money was raised high.

There were cries in Wang Zhongsi's house in Yanshoufang, Chang'an City, and then the sound of horse hoofbeats was heard. The mourners turned around and saw that Wang Yunxiu, who had been away for three days, had finally returned.

"Little lady, where have you been?"

"I went to ask for a posthumous gift from the saint."

There was not much expression on Wang Yunxiu's face. She took out a roll of imperial edict from her sleeve and said: "The saint posthumously conferred upon me the title of crown prince and grand master."

She held the scroll in one hand and did not open it to read. With her plain expression, she was obviously disrespectful to the saint. But everyone was indulged in mourning and bathed in the majesty of the king's grace, so they did not notice it.

On the contrary, someone asked curiously: "Where is Yuan Zai?"

"He was appointed as Dali Sizhi to investigate the cause of my grandfather's death."

"Wouldn't it be that Yuan Zai has become the person with the highest official position in the family now?"

Wang Yunxiu's aunts couldn't help but chatter among themselves, completely forgetting that they were the ones who often ridiculed Yuan Zai.

The funeral was filled with more chaotic things. Before Wang Zhongsi's funeral, the family tradition of the Wang family had already changed.

A few days later, the funeral was held and he was buried in Bailuyuan.

The sacrificial text was written by Yuan Zai before.

"Gong was originally from Qi in Taiyuan. His ancestors of the sixth generation served as governor of Qingzhou in the Later Wei Dynasty, he served as general of Baidao Town in the Northern Qi Dynasty, and his ancestors of the fifth generation entered the Pass with Emperor Wu of Zhou..."

The memorial text is very long. It starts with the heroic death of Wang Zhongsi's father, Wang Haibin, and details Wang Zhongsi's life achievements, but it seems endless. Starting from noon, I read until the setting sun dyed the clouds on the horizon red.

.

"When the orphan boy was recognized, he made plans and worked hard, and his righteousness and courage overcame hundreds of millions of people. When he was appointed, he strengthened the spirit of the three armies and combined the power of ten thousand men. He killed hundreds of barbarians and invigorated them to subjugate them by force. After breaking the agreement, he was exhausted.

It’s about the country!”
To be continued...