After being crossed, I have reached the pinnacle of my life

Zhuo Yan's mother fell ill.

Little Zhuoyan has not enjoyed a few days of maternal love, his mother has become a weakly breathing patient on the hospital bed, hanging on two slices of ginseng every day, probably because she feels that her life is not long, and also treats Zhuo Yan after a long absence. Feeling guilty and owed, she withdrew her sharpness and became the most gentle woman, but this kind of gentleness was only for a very short time.

Lu Heng didn't know why he had this dream, he only knew that Zhuo Yan in the dream was very sad and was about to cry out.

Zhuo Yan in the dream grows up day by day, and his mother gets weaker day by day.

Lu Heng instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why, and he couldn't control the dream, so he could only stumble forward with the consciousness of the dream.

It was strange, Zhuoyan's mother was dying of illness, and all the doctors gave her a medical certificate that she was dying, but she persisted tenaciously.

In the later stage, the entire dream space was fixed in front of the hospital bed.

Zhuo Yan changed from a boy to a young man, his eyebrows grew wider and wider, and became the familiar appearance of Lu Heng, and then he began to freeze. Zhuo Yan's mother was still lying weakly on the hospital bed, waiting gently and calmly. The moment of death.

Lu Heng's perspective was not fixed. He turned and turned in this ward until he counted all the floor tiles in the entire room in boredom, and even counted the window grids one by one. Then there was no movement in front of the bed.

Zhuo Yan's mother called Zhuo Yan softly.

Zhuo Yan held her hand with red eyes.

The sick woman touched his head: "Ayan, mother is dying."

Zhuo Yan cried, but couldn't speak, he could only hold her hand in vain, shaking his head frantically.

The woman smiled: "Ayan, I'm sorry, I ignored you for so long before I noticed you, but it's not that mother doesn't love you, it's just that she doesn't know how to love you." By the time she knew it, it was too late.

"In the future, you must listen to your father's words carefully, and become a man of indomitable spirit, and become the most powerful son."

"Mother has been waiting for you to grow up for a long time."

"Don't let mother down."

Zhuo Yan could feel that the strength of the hand held in his palm was getting weaker and weaker, and the pain of losing a loved one made him feel desperate, so he choked up and said, "Okay, okay, I'm obedient, I'll obey my father, mother, don't go away , don't go, please, please, don't go..."

It's just futile.

Zhuo Yan cried louder and louder.

Strangely, the whole dream also started to rain, as if it was drowned by Zhuo Yan's tears.

Lu Heng was trapped in the room and couldn't get out. He could only watch the water flooding higher and higher in horror. He had already hid on the table and stepped on the stool, but the water still flooded quickly. He turned back in horror and shouted: "Damn it! Don't cry!! I'm going to drown!"

Hearing his voice, Zhuo Yan turned his head suddenly, and Lu Hengcai was horrified to find that Zhuo Yan's forehead was covered with blood, and his whole body was blushing sickly, a bit like a high fever, and a bit like a scar on his forehead when he was smashed when he was a child.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Heng felt Zhuo Yan grab his neck suddenly.

It was clearly a dream, but Lu Heng felt suffocation and pain. He could feel Zhuo Yan's icy breath on his face, and a burning pain in his throat.

When he was about to lose consciousness, he heard Zhuo Yan say: "Return your body! Give it to me!"

"..."

Lu Heng woke up suddenly, there was the sound of dripping water outside, he took advantage of the moonlight to hide under the window, and felt the lingling raindrops dripping on his face, bringing a cool feeling to his burning throat, he couldn't wait He took in the taste of water, but felt something wrong while drinking it, a smell of rust, very similar to the taste of the bowl of Zhuobang's blood he drank.

He raised his head suddenly, and what fell into his eyes was still water, clearly the blood dripping from Zhuo Yan's forehead.

Seeing him open his eyes, Zhuo Yan grinned: "You're awake."

……

Jiang Zhou was talking to Zhuobang when a yamen servant came in in a hurry: "My lord, the man locked inside is crazy."

Jiang Zhou was surprised: "Crazy?"

He looked at Zhuo Bang, but saw that he was also stunned, and asked for a while, "Are you really crazy?"

"It's really crazy, keep saying things, don't talk to me, and even pinch your own neck."

Jiang Zhou asked, "What do you think, my lord?"

Zhuobang shook his head: "I don't know if it's true, I'll go back and have a look later."

Jiang Zhou thought about it and followed him.

The prison was dark and damp. It rained last night and the ground was a bit slippery. They passed by several cells and went straight to the innermost cell.

Obviously there were dull footsteps, but Lu Heng, who was locked in the innermost room, didn't seem to hear them. He was already skinny, his hair was disheveled covering his face, and he was sitting under the window blankly, with his hands still pinching his own. Between the neck, it was very hard, the veins in the hands were bulging, and I was pinched and stuck out my tongue without feeling it.

Zhuobang asked, "Do you look really crazy or fake?"

Jiang Zhou hesitated for a moment: "I don't know."

After all, when people are in a hurry, it is easy to pretend to be crazy.

"It doesn't matter whether he is really crazy or fake, let's lock him up for a while." Zhuobang said with a cold face, "It will be fine until my son comes back."

……

In a hurry, the whole town has taken on a new look, every family has been built with concrete houses, guardrails have been added to the riverside, trees and flowers bought from outside have been planted, and the booklets on Zhuobang have also been opened. However, Jiang Zhou estimated that the glass may have played a greater role, because Zhuobang showed him the reply book, and a large part of the first paragraph in it praised Jiang Zhou's glass, "clear and thorough", "smooth and smooth". Like a mirror", "My heart is so happy", both Jiang Zhou and Zhuobang could feel the joy coming to their faces.

It was probably because these pieces of glass made the emperor happy, and he was also very generous, rewarding a lot of things, and then gave him the official position of captain, allowing him to play freely in the town.

At the same time, he also issued an imperial decree, which generally means that there are talents in this area, which can be described as outstanding people. The meaning in the words is to advertise for Jiangzhou, so that people can go and see more-after all, they have received benefits.

The imperial decree of the emperor is very different. It works from top to bottom. It is not easy to get the emperor's praise. manage?

Therefore, it was a group of study tour students around who rushed to the town at the first time.

Jiang Zhou didn't know much about this aspect, so Wen Yan knew better, and told him: "There is a very famous Minglu College in a nearby state, and it is a sacred place in the hearts of students who study in the world. Some very talented disciples, I heard that basically every time the top three in the imperial examination are from the academy, and there are even contemporary great Confucians sitting in it."

Wen Yan's eyes light up when he talks about this.

He likes reading very much. He has liked reading since he was a child. Apart from playing around with Jiang Zhou, he just reads. If he has a place in his heart, besides his family, books are ranked first.

It's just that he often sighs, feeling that he is not smart enough, even if he likes it, he is not as proficient in the Four Classics and Five Books as others, and he can also take the imperial examination.

Jiang Zhou often comforted him. In his eyes, his family Ah Yan was already very powerful, and he was the smartest person in his heart.

But this time the people from Minglu Academy were coming, which naturally gave Jiang Zhou room to play.

The emperor can bring prestige, and so can the people in the academy.

He is also an official now, and he issued a decree to the people in the town: "From tomorrow onwards, we will receive guests from afar. You are not allowed to watch at close range or disturb guests from afar. Just treat them as ordinary people. Do whatever you want. Those prepared delicacies The stalls can be displayed, operate normally, and just show the most natural state."

His words are now basically the benchmark in the town, and almost everyone has a consensus: Want to make money?Listening to Jiang Zhou is always right.

Therefore, when students came one after another the next day, they found that the people in this town seemed to have not seen them, and they were all working normally. Only when they passed by somewhere was there a scholar in clean and plain clothes. The dressed person came forward and asked, "Do you need a guide?"

A few people were not very familiar with the town, so they said, "Yes."

The scholar began to take them for a walk: "Where are you coming from?"

Someone replied: "I came from Fencheng. I heard that this place is different from the outside, so I want to come here."

The scholar laughed: "I heard that Fencheng is a famous hometown of talented scholars. You must all have outstanding literary talents."

There is no one who does not like to hear flattery and praise, especially those who are in the same industry. Several students looked at each other and smiled: "That's ridiculous, are there any famous places in this area?"

The scholar then said, "Look at what kind of talents you guys like to eat, drink and have fun."

Someone asked: "What about eating? What about playing?"

"Naturally, you have to go to the east of the city to eat. There is a street of delicious food there, as well as Jiang Duwei's hotpot restaurant and Haidilao. If you can't sleep in the middle of the night and are hungry, you can go to the dock to try Dong Geer's barbecue restaurant. The scholar continued: "If you want to play, why not rent a small boat on the pier and take a tour on the small river. It would be even better if you have ink treasures to leave behind. There are pens, inks, papers and inkstones prepared on the boat, and there are also inkstones in the shade of willows on the shore. The small stalls that keep these things, if there are any that are recognized as good, they will also copy and paste them on the bulletin board for the passing students to look up to."

And such good things?

Aren't they scholars pursuing "become famous and known all over the world in one fell swoop"?I didn't expect that there was a ready-made way to become famous here, so I immediately became interested.

A group of people urged to go to Xihe, and felt different when they boarded the boat. Ordinary fishing boats were dilapidated, and there was a strong fishy smell in the cabin, but these boats used for swimming in the lake were It's different, these boats are all clean and tidy, with a wide field of vision, they can accommodate several people without crowding together, and there are really good pens, inks, papers and inkstones, which can be used as long as you pay.

With the lake and mountains outside, and the light boats and oily boats inside, several people suddenly became very excited about poetry, and even recited a few good poems.

The tour guide's scholar just sat there with a smile on his face and didn't get involved, and only wrote a couple of lines of poetry when it was brought up occasionally. Although it wasn't good, it was barely passable.

The route of the lake tour will pass Jiangzhou’s B&B inn. The glass house refracts the sun’s light and attracts everyone’s attention: “What is this?”

The scholar replied slowly: "This is a house made of glass that the Holy Majesty has also praised today."

Key words: today's saint.

Several scholars immediately cheered up: "Go! Go and have a look!"

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