Someone always hinders my strategy

It was midsummer again, and it was the day when the lotus flowers in Wangyue Lake were in full bloom, but it was rare that it was not as grand as in previous years. Only an old man with white hair and beard walked into the pavilion with his children and grandchildren, supported by his guards.

Today’s Wangyue Pavilion is no longer called Wangyue Pavilion. A few years ago, a talented person wrote an inscription here, and one of the sentences “beautiful Mo Ci Wangyue Pavilion” has been handed down. Coincidentally, this talented person won the first prize later, and he was in the limelight for a while. , This moon-watching pavilion was renamed Mo Citing.

And the reason why the word Mo Ci became the new name of Wangyue Pavilion is that many people aroused their thoughts in their hearts and spread it. In the end, it was passed to the ears of the Holy Lord, who personally inscribed it and bestowed it on him. Put down the plaque that says Mo Citing.

"How is this scene?" The old man looked at his sons and asked, standing behind him were five grown men, all of whom had an aura of nobility, but their temperaments were different.

The boss is a little impulsive, but he is physically strong, with the decisive spirit of killing on the battlefield.

The second child is an elegant person, holding a paper fan in his hand, very elegant.

The third child is calm and doesn't often speak, but he often hits the point.

The fourth child has quick thinking, can always think of things that others can't think of, and can learn things faster than others.

The old five has a sweet mouth, is the most pleasing to others, and has a strong ability to observe words and expressions.

This old man is really lucky to have such five children with outstanding abilities, which can also reflect his own abilities.

"Father... Dear, my son thinks that this Moci Pavilion is famous for looking at the moon, and the night view must be very beautiful. Although this scene has lotus flowers in full bloom and the beauty of vitality, it may not be comparable to the night scene. It's just that Mo Citing has been visited by tourists for many years. I have set foot in it, but other scenery has gradually faded with the passage of time, I think it must have something unique." Shaking the paper fan, the second child talked eloquently, he knew he would come here and learned a lot about Mo Biting The information, now comes in handy.

"Although the night view of Mo Citing is beautiful, it is too lonely after all. As a father, I prefer to visit it during the daytime, and I am somewhat angry." What.

For a while, no one answered the conversation. The five sons behind had different expressions, and they were all thinking about something, but the old man didn't pay attention.

The wind blows over the lotus leaves, making a rustling sound, and Moci Lake exudes a sense of leisure.

"What do you think is the most worthwhile place in this capital city?" Suddenly, the old man's voice sounded, arousing the attention of several people.

Because the boss had been robbed of the limelight by the second child, he quickly answered: "In terms of architecture, the imperial palace is the most magnificent and luxurious. In terms of scenery, the scenery of Mo Ci Pavilion is the most beautiful."

The old man smiled, but did not speak.

The second child shook his fan, and received: "Although the scenery of Mo Citing is beautiful during the day, at night, countless lanterns are lit in the middle of the lake, which is also a must. Many literati and poets also came here after hearing about this scene."

The smile on the old man's face faded, but the second child didn't notice.

The fifth child was the best at observing words and expressions, so he smiled and said, "That's true, but the sons are by my father's side, maybe they can break through the loneliness of that night?"

When the old man heard this, although he was still a little unhappy, he got better.

"My son thinks that although the former two are the most magnificent sights in the capital, they are not the most worth seeing." The fourth child cleverly turned the topic back to the old man's question and replied with some wit.

"Oh?" The old man became interested.

"The capital is a city. In a city, people are more important than scenery. My son thinks that the most worthwhile place in the capital is the place with the most people." Seeing this, the fourth child immediately felt that he had answered well, and continued confidently. down.

"Then what do you think is the place with the most people?" the old man asked.

"...the biggest restaurant in the capital?" The fourth child thought for a while, and gave this answer with some embarrassment. He was young and didn't have much experience. How could he know the place with the most people in the capital?

The old man smiled reminiscently: "I thought so too." These words denied the answer.

At this time, the third child said: "There are many Fangshi in the capital, and Fangshi must be the place that best reflects the living conditions of the people in the capital."

"The third one answered well." The old man praised: "The most worthwhile place in the capital city can be said to be the place with the most people, but more accurately, it should be the place that best reflects the living conditions of the people. How is a city? How the people living in it, how a country is, must also be reflected in this."

Several people suddenly realized.

"It's still early, why don't we go and have a look in that square city?" The old man suggested, and everyone agreed.

The old man smiled, and tremblingly left Mo Citing with the support of the guards.

"Ah, this place hasn't changed yet." The old man, that is, Mo Minglan, looked at the familiar market place, feeling quite different. How long has it been? About three or forty years? It's getting old, but it hasn't changed here.

In fact, old is not considered very old. He is only five or sixty years old now, but he has worked so hard for many years, and he looks older than his age. Obviously he has martial arts and recuperation, but after all, he is fighting. But he worked hard every day.

Compared with decades ago, this square city is naturally more prosperous, but in Mo Minglan's eyes, nothing has changed. For example, the location of the wonton stall at the corner of the street has not changed, but the young stall owner has become An old man.

And he can't just sit down casually as he did many years ago, without going through a series of complicated procedures, and directly taste the ordinary wontons. After all, his body is not as good as before, and there are so many people around him.

"If the father wants to eat, how about the son buy it for the father?" Lao Wu saw Mo Minglan's eyes and knew that he wanted to eat, so he said positively.

"Father is getting old. This roadside stall is no match for the one at home. You should be more careful." The third child frowned. He was most concerned about Mo Minglan's body. will block.

"Then don't eat it. If he is here, he will definitely stop me." Mo Minglan said, with some memories in his eyes, and then looked away.

The sons understood that their father was thinking of that person again.

They all know that Mo Minglan has someone he likes, but no one knows who it is. This happened before they were born, and Mo Minglan silenced him a long time ago. Even if they wanted to find out, they couldn't find that person person's specific identity.

I only know that this does not seem to be a happy ending, and I know that that person is not any of their mothers and concubines.

None of them complained. They were born in a heavenly family, so they didn't pray for any affection at all. It's good to have the affection of father and son. How much do they expect their parents to love each other?

"Do you want to know?" Suddenly, Mo Minglan asked.

"My son doesn't dare." I thought about it, but everyone said they didn't dare.

"It's nothing, it's over." Mo Minglan said as he walked, and everyone followed, not knowing where he was going, and not daring to interrupt him.

"The person I like has been severely hurt by me, and his illness was also caused by me, but he never said that even if he was tortured to the point of dying, he never blamed me, but I misunderstood He also suspected that he hated me, and then tortured him even more. I didn't know until he vomited blood that I was wrong."

When they left the market, the bustle of the market gradually died down.

"Suddenly one day, he miraculously recovered from his illness. I was surprised. The imperial doctor said the day before that he would not survive that night, but the next day he told me alive and well that he wanted to go out and have a look."

They walked to the outskirts of Beijing. It was a little quiet here. There were many houses on the side of the road. There were some noisy voices, but most of them were quiet.

"I suppressed the malicious speculation in my heart that I wanted to suspect that he was going to assassinate me, and agreed to his request, and then he brought me to this city and told me that this is a prosperous age."

They walked to the door of a house. There was nothing written on the plaque. It was very old in terms of material, but it was very clean, as if someone often came to clean it.

"The next day we came to this suburb of Beijing. This is the house I bought a long time ago. I used it to live in when I went out to play. It has been a long time since I have been here, but I still have someone to clean it. I only hope that he will someday Come back and see."

There was a stone at the entrance of the house, with the words "waiting for your return" engraved on it. Mo Minglan gestured to the guards around him, and someone opened the door. With a creak, the door of the house, which had accumulated decades of history, was shattered. Open it, revealing a slightly dilapidated view inside.

"I should have noticed it earlier, but that night I was drinking, and he also said something that disturbed my mind, and I was knocked out by him when I didn't notice it, and when I woke up on the third day, he was gone .”

They walked into the house and under a long corridor, where there was a jug of wine and a wine glass, which had already collected dust.

"Later, I thought about it for a long time before I remembered what he said to me that night, or maybe I didn't dare to think about it. He said he didn't have much time."

Mo Minglan bent down, picked up the dusty wine glass, and carelessly stroked it with his fingers.

"What was he thinking at that time?" Holding the wine glass, Mo Minglan fell into deep thought.

"I must be thinking about how to make my father live well after he left." Just when everyone was afraid to speak, the third child, the third prince, broke the silence.

Mo Minglan paused.

"He took his father to that square city, and said that this is a prosperous age, in the hope that his father will have the motivation to live after he leaves." The third prince paused, and then said, "I don't think it's hopeless to leave without saying goodbye." When Father sees his corpse, he will treat him as alive, or look for him for the rest of his life, at least he is alive."

"But I will find it after all." Mo Minglan couldn't help but said.

"No, as long as I don't find it at the beginning, my father will not look for it, because my father has already understood his thoughts, so my father will not let him down."

Mo Minglan looked at his son, the third prince straightened his back and did not flinch from his gaze.

In the end, it was Mo Minglan who gave up: "You are right." Among all his sons, the third child is the one who sees it the most thoroughly, and is also the most suitable...to inherit his throne.

"Go back." He put down his glass and turned to leave.

The next day, the emperor collapsed and the third prince succeeded.

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Tomorrow, I’m going to do the fourth exam, so I almost forgot to update it today→_→

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