the sky will be bright

It took Hu Shangshu just over a week to reach the hardest-hit area in the south.After Changsheng heard about it, he couldn't help but tell the young prince that it took them almost two weeks to go south, and Hu Shangshu was really efficient.

Wei Canglan laughed.

It is said that Hu Shangshu acted resolutely. Within a few days, he found huge loopholes in the accounts submitted by officials from all over the country.

It is also said that Hu Shangshu's nephew was working in that area. Seeing that Chiyu was about to be affected, he brought his family and mouth to cry at the door of Hu Shangshu's residence overnight.In the face of justice, Hu Shangshu refused to recognize his six relatives, and even solved his nephew in one breath.

When Chang Sheng heard about this incident, he was practicing calligraphy. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Wei Canglan, and said: This Hu Shangshu was caught and hurt his feet, right?

Wei Canglan raised his eyebrows while drinking tea, who knows.

Later, King Qingyang was angry at the ineffective control of the flood in the south, and sent the most capable personnel of the imperial court to continue south to assist the local residents in rebuilding dams and spillways, and Hu Shangshu distributed all the stolen money to the victims.Next, King Wuyang said that all the stolen money came from the people, and the return of the stolen money did not represent the sincerity of the court. Only by opening the treasury and allocating a large amount of disaster relief funds for reconstruction in various places is the way to share the worries of the people.

In less than half a month, news came from the south that people knelt down to thank King Qingyang, and King Wuyang's symptoms disappeared completely. On a clear day, he set up an altar in the palace to perform There was a legal ceremony.

Changsheng spent half a month watching a good show and was greatly moved. "If I compete with the little prince, I will definitely be swallowed to the bone, right?"

Wei Canglan yawned. "If you go against Wei Yanxin, you will probably be killed before you play tricks."

Wei Yanxin was in control of the whole play.

He had heard about the flood in the south for a long time. Several of his right-hand men sneaked into the government offices of major officials a few months ago and obtained enough information to make everyone kneel down and confess.The purpose of sending Hu Shangshu south this time is firstly to borrow a knife to kill people, so that the people on Lifei's side have to be involved, and secondly, Hu Shangshu must be frightened after this incident, and he wants to do anything to Wei Yanxin in the future, hum , it is better for him to touch his neck first.

King Wuyang was too young, and it was because of his inexperience that people criticized him. The proposal to open the national treasury this time made people look sideways, and made people understand King Qingyang's trust in him-no doubt.

When Wei Canglan went in and out, the discussion gradually became quieter, and when Chang Sheng looked at the young man with a sideways smile, his coquettish spirit was incomparable to those courtiers.

Wei Canglan is getting closer and closer to his goal. As he said, no one will dare to look down on him anymore. He is no longer the dispensable King of Wuyang, but Wei Cang who is now popular. Lan.

Changsheng thought about it and felt very happy, but his heart became more and more uneasy.

It has been a month since winter began, and Wei Canglan's 15th birthday is just around the corner.

Everything around him was normal, Wei Canglan's body not only didn't become weak, but became stronger, the situation was so normal that one wondered if there was really a catastrophe.

Changsheng would play with Wei Canglan every day, and the high-spirited King Wuyang in the court, returned to the mansion as an underage child, his eyes crooked when he was happy, and he did not hesitate to smile.

Such happy days passed day by day, and finally when it was time to count down with fingers, Chang Sheng's smile became forced.

No matter how Wei Canglan ordered him to cheer up, Chang Sheng would always look at him in a daze from time to time.

"I don't want to see this half-dead look!" The little prince finally got angry, grabbed his arm and asked: "Don't you believe that I can live?!"

Isn't everything fine?

Even if one day he suddenly disappeared, wouldn't it be good if he had enjoyed enough of all this before disappearing?

Crying, sadness, fear?He has already figured it out, if he is really powerless to resist, then he can only obey the destiny, since he knows that everything will come, why let these boring emotions occupy the few remaining days?

Changsheng's eyes were red, and he was finally driven into a hurry. He shook off the opponent's hand and shouted: "You are happy! Me! If there is only one person left, how can I be happy!"

After everyone left him, he was finally picked up by the little prince. He saw a world he had never seen before, and slowly he was about to forget the pain of the past, but now he was asked to watch this world helplessly. Everything was destroyed, he is not a saint, nor is he an open-minded little prince, he is just a selfish and timid person, he is afraid!He is afraid of losing again!He is a mortal, why can't he be afraid or sad!

Wei Canglan bit her lower lip and stared at him.

Changsheng trembled all over.

"There is no story that never ends." Wei Canglan said softly.

People can live many years in a lifetime, these 14 years are too short, so short that they may be just a small fragment in later recall, their lives are composed of many stories, the story of being with Changsheng for half a year, maybe It's just a joke when I was old.

Even if you can survive, if you can't, this story will end sooner or later.

"Maybe one day I have an accident, maybe one day you hate me, this story will end, now it's just a matter of knowing the end time may be in a few days."

Changsheng didn't cry, he secretly cried many times during this period, it seemed that these sorrows could be endured.

Now that Wei Canglan was standing in front of him, he was already able to say goodbye to him.It's as if the cold hand that I hold in my hand has always been an illusion.

If you have to say "I don't want you to die" again, will the pain completely tear a person's heart?

Changsheng's hands were shaking all the time.

The night before Wei Canglan's birthday, it started snowing again.

Changsheng followed the little prince every step of the way, never taking his hands off the sword.

He has heard that there are many kinds of catastrophes, such as insect disasters, flood disasters, fire disasters, and even worse, thunder disasters that are difficult to avoid.

The two Zhaocai also came out, one sat on the eaves and looked around, and the other climbed up and down the tree to check.

Wearing a white fox fur cape, Wei Canglan sat by the window and read at night by the lamp.

Despite the cold wind outside the house, the windows were still open, and seven or eight big lanterns were lit outside the house, illuminating the courtyard quite brightly.

Wei Canglan's yard has always been forbidden for servants to enter and leave at will, and now it is even more strictly prohibited.

No matter what happens, don't come in.

After hearing this order, Changsheng wanted to object, but Wei Canglan asked back: What can ordinary people do?

Changsheng was taken aback.

If neither of us can avoid it, who else can save me?If I let everyone see my desolate appearance before I die, the prestige I have worked so hard to build will be completely destroyed.

Wei Canglan's eyes were firm and determined: "I will not let anyone see my miserable appearance. Except you."

If I am really dead, you can take my body back to Qingyan Temple and bury me there.Then you have to take away all the gold and silver treasures in the palace, and like I said, take refuge with those wicked people.As for the Seventh Prince, I left a letter, you don't have to worry about his pursuit.

Longevity, don't tolerate yourself like before.

You are a flood dragon.

Wei Canglan explained his "funeral affairs" little by little, then sat quietly in the room and began to read.

Changsheng never said a word from beginning to end.

He held the little prince's hand, neither tight nor loose, just conveying his own temperature bit by bit.

He slowly recalled the experience of more than half a year.

The little prince's heartless persecution, the little prince's hand in hand teaching, the little prince's smiling and leading himself into trouble, those lovely jade spirits, those proud stinky foxes, those scheming monarchs and ministers.

He thought that life in the future might never be so exciting again, maybe when he was old, it would take at least three days and three nights to tell all this to others.

Where is the little prince?

If they survived, they could still talk for a long time. They could keep talking from the time when they could no longer walk, until they closed their eyes and could no longer open them.

Outside the window, a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

The author has something to say: =3=~ It’s not my intention to get stuck here~ Hahaha~ I don’t want to either,

Because I want to create an atmosphere, I can only get stuck here~

More than 2000 a day~ just right.