Born short-lived

Dong Sheng half leaned against the eaves of the chariot, the cool air in the bamboo forest soaked into his lungs like water, he watched Yang Bancheng walk towards Yang's old house step by step with the jar of pear blossom wine in his hands.

He looked at Yang Bancheng's slightly staggering back, and thought silently: He still cares after all.

If Yang Bancheng didn't care, it's impossible for Jiang Huaibi to drive all the way back from Daling because of Jiang Huaibi's last will, leave behind his family in Daling'an, and come back to this sad place all the way.

After all, I am still not reconciled.

Although the covered wound looks respectable, it has already been silently breeding diseases and dripping pus endlessly. Only when it is opened openly and endured for a while can it be completely healed and completely healed. Let it go down - leaving a painless scar in the end, engraved in the years and life.

Where to end, where to start again.

He splashed half a jar of pear blossom wine in front of the door, and the sweet aroma of the wine diffused in the bamboo forest, mixed with the cool air.

This kind of cold wine, which is quite old, is nothing to drink in one sip, and it will slowly go up after a while.

Yang Bancheng's heart was aroused by thousands of waves, his eyes turned red, and he drank the remaining half of the jar of wine for himself.It's a pity that he is a gentleman after all, not the kind of rough guy who can blow the jar in a tavern, choke himself half to death after swallowing it, and cough on the ground with difficulty.

Dong Sheng stretched out his hand to beckon the man carrying the chariot beside him: "Is there any water?"

The man hastily untied his greasy water bottle from his belt, and held it over as if offering a treasure: "Your Majesty."

Dong Sheng carried the water bottle strap and walked towards Yang Bancheng, whose back was facing him, in a calm manner, and lightly tapped Yang Bancheng's shoulder with the bottom of the water bottle: "Take it, take it easy."

Yang Bancheng coughed and turned around, took the water bottle handed over by Dong Sheng: "Cough... Thank you... Thank you, Your Majesty, cough cough..."

Dong Sheng looked back for a week, thought for a while, and squatted down condescendingly, lifting the hem of his clothes, and patted Yang Bancheng on the back to comfort him: "Is it better?"

Yang Bancheng suddenly came to his senses a little dull, and quickly stepped aside, making a gesture to kowtow: "Your Majesty...cough Your Majesty can't make it..."

"What are you afraid of? There is no one here." Dong Sheng said, lifting Yang Bancheng's shoulder that was about to be pressed down with one palm. He has been out of shape since he was a child, and he didn't think there was anything wrong. "You Yang family... They are all buried in Wuling Mountain behind, but there was no memorial tablet when the first emperor was there, and there is a beech tree struck by lightning next to it, which is easy to recognize."

Yang Bancheng: "..."

I don't know if the emperor is really short-sighted, and he can say anything.

Yang Bancheng lowered his head and slowed down for a while, not disliking the shiny water bottle in his hand, he unscrewed the stopper slowly and took a sip, took a breath, paused, and asked: "Your Majesty, Caomin dare... Please."

Dong Sheng: "Say."

What he was going to say later seemed to be a bit difficult for Yang Bancheng, he took a deep breath, and said with difficulty: "Caomin can... go back to Beijing with His Majesty... meet the first priest..."

Dong Sheng was stunned for a moment, then without any hesitation, he immediately agreed: "As you wish."

Yang Bancheng nodded heavily, then leaned over and knocked on the ground three times: "Thank you, Your Majesty Long..."

After kowtowing, he stood up staggeringly, and accidentally kicked over the small half pot of wine next to him, and the wine dripped into the muddy ground.The blood on the seal in front of him was still shockingly red, and for a moment, the past was vivid in his memory, Yang Bancheng was stunned for a while, and finally seemed to summon up great courage, and tore off the seal.

Since then, it has been another journey.

The next day, Dongsheng asked Jiang Huaikong to accompany him to the state capital, and dealt with Yang's pile of land deeds at the bottom of the box, sorting the ones that should be signed and the ones that should be torn up. All the belongings that went there were also moved back.

The capital can find a house for Yang Bancheng, and there are mansions in both places - the only thing that makes Dong Sheng difficult right now is the matter of rectifying Yang's name.

After all, no matter what, according to Hua Xu's law, Yang Bancheng should have died a long time ago.Although the Yang family was not the culprit of the troubles in the Southeast China Sea, and the bank notes that proved his collusion with the pirates were also forged, the fact that he started mining without permission is a certainty.

If the name is not corrected, Yang Bancheng will suffer a lot of grievances in the future; but if the name is corrected, the late emperor has just died and his bones are not cold, it would be too damaging to his posthumous name, and the Yang family is indeed not innocent.

Dong Sheng thought, the name should be corrected, the big deal is to wait for a while when the time is ripe—for example, when Yang Bancheng really made some achievements, it will be more convincing by then.

The dead can do whatever they want, but the living still have to live and survive in this world.

She won't blame me.

Dong Sheng thought, it's useless for her to complain anyway.

Three days later, Luo Chi and Yuan Li finally came back in a hurry, and brought back the box of broken beads that Zhou Zirong read from morning to night.

Zhou Zirong invited the two of them to have a good welcome feast that day, and then he couldn't wait to take the box of broken beads to find Jiang Huailan, along with other things he needed, such as thousand-year-old poplar branches, sea turtle shells, cinnabar, etc. I can't wait for Jiang Huailan to do the life-extending witchcraft in front of him.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Huailan said calmly, "When the sun goes down, the prince should invite His Majesty first."

The so-called life-continuing method is actually picking up what is left and making up for the gaps. The amount of spiritual power consumed by the 36 Tiangang Lingwu is also very different. The Vulcan sword has been destroyed, and the remnant souls contained in the broken jade beads are still absorbing the spiritual power of Hei Ling wantonly after the browbone of Hei Ling entered the jade.

However, now that Vulcan has been in the human world for more than 1000 years, it is useless to ask for the remnant soul left in the broken jade beads. Giving this remnant soul to Dong Sheng can at least give him back 50 years of life.

And if the last remnant soul of the Vulcan is taken away by Dong Sheng, the Vulcan will live forever and never return to the fairyland. The 36 Tiangang Lingwu is only 35 left. Without the Vulcan, even after the reincarnation, the Black Spirit will not Again, he was exhausted like before.

When Jiang Huailan explained this, his voice stopped, and he said with a little worry: "I just don't know if Your Majesty will..."

In other words, if you don't take away the last ray of remnant soul and slowly raise it, maybe in a few thousand years, the soul of the Vulcan will return to its place.

"Just don't tell him," Zhou Zirong said, "I'm sure Vulcan won't mind."

Jiang Huailan: "These words don't hurt my back."

Zhou Zirong smiled: "Maybe Vulcan thinks the world is good, as long as His Majesty can live well, it doesn't matter for him to be a mortal."

Jiang Huailan looked at him suspiciously: "What if Your Majesty asks?"

Absorbing other people's soul energy is not like picking flowers and fruits. If you take it today, you can grow it again tomorrow. Dong Sheng is not stupid, and it is impossible not to feel something wrong.

"I'll explain to him." Zhou Zirong said.

Jiang Huailan hesitated to speak, she didn't know what to say, but she always felt that Zhou Zirong's understatement was not really so light.

"..." She was silent for a while, and finally said lightly: "You two will be fine in the future."

[The author has something to say: I came back from another place~! 】