Famous and beautiful Tang Dynasty

"Pingjian, do you feel tired? Why hasn't father heard a word from you for a long time..."

Lin Ran said with a distressed voice.

Seeing no reply from Ping Jian, Lin Ran couldn't help turning his head to look at Ping Jian.

"Marshal, the young master has blood on his body..."

A general after Ping worked out said loudly.

Lin Ran looked at Pingjian's chest upon hearing the words.

In an instant, Lin Ran almost passed out.

A sharp branch more than a foot long passed directly through Pingjian's back.

"Pingjian..."

Lin Ran's voice was full of pain and anxiety.

Since I came to this world.

It was the first time that such a painful and uneasy feeling broke Lin Ran's heart...

After being pulled ashore by soldiers and common people.

Lin Ran hugged Ping Jian tightly.

"Son, don't be afraid... Father is here, Father will definitely save you..."

"Ping Jian, you have to hold on, you must hold on..."

Everyone present was in tears.

Meng Zhaoqian was even more weeping.

If the youngest son of the teacher died on the embankment of Jiangling.

I'm afraid I'll be blaming myself for the rest of my life.

"Marshal, it's raining too much now, it's better to carry the young master into the car and treat him later."

With red eyes, the two generals took Ping Jian from Lin Ran.

Carefully lift Pingjian into the car.

It is irreparable.

Ping Jian no longer had even a little breath of life.

"what······"

The grief of losing his beloved son made Lin Ran let out a heart-piercing cry of grief in the car.

Jiangling defended.

But Pingjian left this world forever.

Just yesterday, Lin Ran promised him that after this time, he would teach Pingjian city infrastructure construction.

And Ping Jian happily agreed.

But the flood was ruthless after all, and took the life of Pingjian who was only sixteen years old.

The news reached the ears of the people in Jinling.

People spontaneously came to offer their condolences.

Jinling prefect Meng Zhaoqian reported the incident to His Majesty overnight.

By the time Lin Ran wanted to stop it, it was too late.

One hundred thousand troops rushed to Jinling.

The river embankment was rebuilt here in Jinling.

The common people petitioned one after another and named this embankment Pingjian embankment.

The carrier pigeon landed in the Taiji Palace with the news that Jinling was safe and Pingjian died.

Li Zhi opened the memorial, and tears flowed down instantly.

The civil and military officials of Taiji Palace were panicked and at a loss.

"Your Majesty, could it be that Jinling has fallen..."

Prime Minister Fang Xuanling said very uneasy.

"My dear friends, Jiangling is guarding, but my little nephew, the youngest son of the king of the world, Ping Jian...he..."

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In the end, all the officials who knew the truth fell silent collectively.

Lin Hou and Ping An almost fainted on the spot.

One is Ping Jian's elder brother and the other is Ping Jian's uncle.

The feeling of being connected by flesh and blood is inseparable no matter what.

"Peace, don't tell your mother beforehand."

"Wait... I, I'm worried that no one will be able to persuade her."

"All lovers must strictly keep secrets. No one is allowed to disclose this matter to Princess Changle, otherwise, I will never tolerate it..."

After thinking for a long time, Li Zhi asked.

"Your Majesty, please follow His Majesty's will."

Civil and military officials naturally know what His Majesty means.

At the same time, everyone knew that at this moment, no one wanted to suffer from the fate of Changle.

After coming down to court, Li Zhi went directly to the palace of his father and queen mother.

The two now live together in the Lizhengjeon.

The Lizheng Palace was also refurbished by the young slaves.

Li Zhi talked about the death of Pingjian.

The Guanyin servant girl couldn't stand it on the spot!

"Why is it Xiaosi..."

Guanyin Maid has always liked to be called by the order of her four grandchildren.

"My miserable child, my miserable Changle, what should the Lin family do with this..."

"A few days ago, the Queen Mother and Chang Le were discussing about choosing a girl for Xiaosi, but they never thought that this farewell would be a forever farewell..."

Compared to Guanyin's maidservant's old tears, Li Er was obviously much calmer.

"Child slave, tell Father, what is Ping Jian like..."

So Zhinu handed over the memorial of Meng Zhaoqian, the prefect of Jiangling, to the hands of his father.

Li Er carefully read the memorial over and over again.

In the end, Li Er's tears couldn't help falling down.

"Pingjian! It's a worthy death."

"The people of Jiangling have named the embankment after him."

"This child, like his father, will live forever in the hearts of the people..."

Li Er stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the door.

Look up at the blue sky and white clouds in Chang'an City.

This old man, who was almost seventy years old, had a look of vicissitudes all over his face.

Li Er can understand the mood of the son-in-law at this time!

The pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person is not something everyone can bear.

This accident was a very big disaster for the Lin family.

Whether it's me or Guanyin's maidservant, whether it's the son-in-law or Changle.

Even Houhou and Sizi love Pingjian very much.

Although the matter can be suppressed for a while and kept from Changle.

But sooner or later, Changle will know.

In the past few days, Changle has been living in anxiety.

Because Pingjian would come to his dream every night.

In the dream, Pingjian was so close, yet so far away.

It is so clearly visible, but also so blurry...

This has never been done before.

"Ping An, has news of your father reached the court recently?"

Changle really couldn't bear the torment of a mother.

During breakfast, he looked at Ping An and asked.

Hearing that, Ping'an was really flustered.

Ever since she was a child, Ping An has never told a single lie in front of her father and mother.

However, Ping An had to lie to her mother today.

"Mother, just the day before yesterday, I just received the news."

"Father has already arrived in Jiangling."

"Mom must miss my father!"

Hearing Ping An's answer, Changle let out a long breath.

"Have you reached Jiangling yet? This speed is fast enough."

"Mom has been dreaming about your fourth brother recently, waiting for mother to write a handwritten letter. When you enter the palace and bring it to His Majesty, and let His Majesty fly the pigeon to pass on the letter, take it together..."

Hearing her mother's words, Ping An tightly bit her lips.

He knew he must not cry.

Once I have any overreaction, my mother will definitely notice it.

Before my father came back, this matter had to be kept a secret.

Otherwise, no one in the Lin family would be able to persuade my mother.

If the mother is sick because of this matter.

After his father came back, he would never forgive himself lightly.

"Mother, don't worry, the fourth brother is protected by his father, so he will be safe."

"It seems that mother misses the fourth brother, after all, it is the first time that the fourth brother has left Chang'an City."

Holding mother's handwritten letter in Ping An's hand feels like a heavy weight.

When Guoguo learned that Pingjian was killed, she threw herself into Zhinu's arms on the spot.

"Young slave, how did this happen? How did this happen?"

"After elder brother comes back, how will he explain to sister-in-law?"

"How to explain to father and mother..."

The childish slave also had a headache, not to mention that her brother-in-law couldn't explain it.

I can't even explain to Huangjie's family.

If he had stopped Pingjian from accompanying him, such a thing would not have happened again.

Now that Ping Jian was killed, only Ping An and Lin Hou in the entire Lin Mansion knew about it.