Immediately after the death of the master

The old prime minister smiled, ignoring his scorched face, no different from a kind old man, he said to me frankly:

"I feel that I have a clear conscience in this life. In the last part of the journey, there is nothing to say."

Such a heart, such a state, such an awareness of going to death calmly, I consciously cannot do it, so I can only salute to the invisible old prime minister:

"Then I have nothing to say, I can only wish you—good journey."

"Thank you."

The chapped lips spat out words of thanks, and the old prime minister smiled at me and nodded.

Before I stepped out of the prison door, the calm old prime minister stopped me. This time, he was finally willing to mention the traitor of the Ji family, the demon who assisted their enemies to push his family into the abyss——

"Ji Qinghe, he..." The old prime minister's sigh was long and full of helplessness, "Forget it, this road was chosen by himself..."

In the end, whether it was resentment or forgiveness, Prime Minister Ji didn't say anything.

He still has nothing to say to Ji Qinghe.

It was exactly the same as Ji Qinghe's childhood.

The past is like smoke, time flies, everything is completely different, nothing is different.

Stepping out of Prime Minister Ji's cell, Ji Qinghe was standing not far from the door. He had already dealt with the last prisoner, and now he was standing at the door of another cell with an iron pan full of instruments of torture.He didn't go in right away, he was waiting for someone, and that person - it was me.

"Does he have anything to say to me?" Ji Qinghe was very calm, from his expression to his eyes, from his hands to his fingertips, he was so calm that this calmness was like a false mask.

We all know who that "he" is in Ji Qinghe's mouth, and the name and title are not important.

Because of the tacit understanding in the past, we can understand each other's sweet words.

"I thought you were going to eavesdrop."

"……I can not."

The mask was taken off, and Ji Qinghe under the mask was still the child when he was young. He was full of confusion, he was at a loss, he longed to be loved but he couldn't take that step on his own initiative, he could only curl up in his own world and peep at it. Those who shine.

If I hadn't met Ji Sanqing, I might have been willing to give him a false warmth, he might have made some changes, or he might have closed himself more.

But there is no if in the world.

"Don't think about it, he has nothing to tell you."

I tore away the illusion of his self-deception, and laid before his eyes the brutal truth.

Ji Qinghe took a few steps back, but behind him was just another prison cell, and he had nowhere to retreat.

Many years ago, I betrayed him for the sake of power, and that was my sin, so that he could fall back into his mother's arms.But this time the result was his own fault. He betrayed all living family members for his dead mother, and only felt a faint sense of remorse until it was too late.

But everything is irreparable.

He has already made a contract with the evil spirit, so he can only walk towards the abyss, step into the monstrous sea of ​​blood and boundless sin.

Just like me.

156,

This meeting with the old prime minister was arranged by the master. After chatting with the old prime minister, I need to enter the palace to report to the master.

Outside the sky prison, where the sun is not visible, is the same dark sky, with blue-gray clouds covering the entire capital city, and a shower is brewing.

Walking along the long street, stepping through the vermilion palace gate, under the bright yellow rubble, you can see Ji Qingshuang at a glance——

She has been kneeling for two days.

The resolute and ruthless attitude of the high-ranking people, the obstruction of the landlord forces and the meritorious nobles, under such circumstances, old friends and old friends dare not lend a helping hand to the overthrown Ji family.Even if Ji Qingshuang knocked out his teeth and swallowed the blood of dignity, no one dared to help.

When Ji's family was the monkey king, with the combined power of a hundred monkeys, they could grab food from the tiger's mouth. When the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, how could an old monkey king compete with the tiger.Desperate and powerless, Ji Qingshuang had no choice but to kneel in front of her greatest enemy, not asking for glory, not asking for forgiveness, but only asking her master to see her military achievements in destroying the Zhongshan Kingdom, leaving Prime Minister Ji alive.

But the master's illness has worsened in the past two days, and he has never left the palace at all, and he didn't even go to court in the morning, let alone see her.

Dragging her seriously injured body, she knelt before the majestic imperial city, begging for an impossible result.

I didn't go in front of her to find boredom, I bypassed her far away, taking a long way around the imperial garden.

Just after the Awakening of Insects, the sense of trepidation in the wind has not completely disappeared, but the warm wind has returned to the earth, and now is the time when the branches and leaves are luxuriant and a hundred flowers bloom.Hundreds of flowers are competing for beauty in the royal garden, and the rich and fragrant floral fragrance brings too strong stimulation to the nasal cavity, which makes people feel irritable.

Standing in front of the door of the master's bedroom, the extremely strong smell of medicine spread over the surface, and the imperial doctors hurried in and out of the bedroom.Before entering the bedroom, I originally thought that the master was pretending to be sick again, but I didn't expect him to be really sick this time.

The master must have already ordered the palace servants, they welcomed me directly into the bedroom, and opened the hanging curtain in front of the bed for me, the master is in severe pain now, he is covering his stomach with his hands, his back is arched, and his legs are curled up.On the huge dragon bed, under the bright yellow brocade quilt, the master curled up into a small ball.

"See Your Majesty."

The master didn't even have the strength to ask me to excuse me, I just saw a hand stretched out from the corner of the quilt, weakly hooking its fingers at me, the nails turned white.

I immediately went to the master's bed and held his hands carefully, even under the thick quilt, his hands were still cold and the palms were wet with sweat.I closed his palms with both hands, put his hands in my arms, and slowly warmed his hands.

A weak groan escaped from the corner of the master's mouth, fine beads of sweat covered the corner of his forehead, and his whole body was trembling slightly.I also suffered from stomach problems, and I have a shallow understanding of the severe pain that my master endured. When the pain was extreme, my mind was blurred, and the sounds from the outside world could not reach his ears. Can't feel it.

The imperial physician and palace lady changed several times, and the decoction cooled several bowls before the master’s symptoms showed signs of improvement. I ordered the maid to get a new bowl of decoction, and put several layers of soft cushions behind the master, carefully tucking him in. After finishing the quilt, he helped him to sit up slowly.

The master's face has no trace of blood, it is as pale as a ghost, his long black hair hangs over his shoulders, his neck can be vaguely seen through the messy black hair, and the blue blood vessels on the too pale skin are very distinct.

I looked back silently and held his hand tightly.

The master looked in my direction, even though he had just experienced pain that could almost destroy his will, his dark eyes were still sharp, under his heavy gaze, I was like a newborn baby, and he could see right through him at a glance.

Under this kind of gaze, I feel uncomfortable all over, as if a light is on my back.Fortunately, at this time, the maid brought up the new soup, the master looked away, and I let out a long sigh of relief.

He took the medicine bowl, stirred the brownish-yellow liquid a few times with a spoon, and put a spoonful into his mouth.

"Well, the temperature is just right."

The temperature is very good, and the bitter taste is even better. Just one sip completely numbs my whole mouth. I can't taste anything except the bitter taste. I don't know how the master manages to drink this stuff every day.I handed the bowl to the master's mouth with one hand, and reached for the spoon with the other hand. I wanted to feed the medicine to the master myself, but the master took the medicine bowl directly.

He held the medicine bowl with both hands, and the surface of the soup in the bowl kept fluctuating. With his current body, he was a bit reluctant to drink the medicine by himself, but he insisted on doing so.

Before taking the medicine, he looked towards the window and listened carefully.

"It's raining."

After saying this unclear sentence, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank the medicine slowly.After drinking a bowl of warm soup, the master felt much better, he retracted the quilt again, and slowly closed his eyes.

The master is not a god, and he will be exhausted after being exhausted by illness.

Before falling asleep, he didn't let me stay or let me go, he just left me alone without telling me anything.I sat by his window, waiting quietly, calmly.

The clepsydra in the house was dripping, and the rain outside the window was pattering. After the master fell asleep completely, I re-tucked the quilt for the master and left on tiptoe.

Not only did the rain outside the house not stop, but it was getting bigger and bigger. The raindrops were connected into lines, and the rainlines were connected into curtains. Under the dark sky, the rain blurred everything.Eunuch Wei has been waiting for the door of the master's bedroom. When he saw me walking out, he opened the umbrella for me graciously.

The eunuchs in the palace are the best at observing words and demeanor, and Eunuch Wei is naturally the best among them for being able to climb to his current position.As the most valued eunuch of the master, he left the master alone when the master was seriously ill and came to hold an umbrella for me.

I didn't refuse, and he didn't say much.A eunuch who knows what to do with the wind stands under the same umbrella with another sinister and cunning villain, playing riddles.

This time, we didn't bypass the square in front of Chengtian Palace. Through the hazy rain, Ji Qingshuang was still kneeling in the heavy rain. The little boy entered the palace at some point and was talking to Ji Qingshuang. Ji Qingshuang didn't seem to answer him, he He kept circling around Ji Qingshuang, looking extremely anxious.

Afterwards, he pretended to be hypocritical and showed concern in front of the victim as the perpetrator.I have done this kind of thing many times, but I dare not do it in front of Ji Qingshuang again.

why?

Because I can't beat her.

I told myself such cold jokes that I couldn't even laugh at myself.

The rain beats on our umbrellas, on their bare skin; we are well-dressed, they are in a mess; they turn a blind eye to us, and we turn a blind eye to them.

we stand under the umbrella, he