Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Mu Zishi smiled slightly: "I don't have a great talent and general plan. I don't want to be a prince or a prime minister. The emperor may not know my ambition. If I choose by myself, I would rather be a seventh-rank county magistrate or a county magistrate in a remote village." It's not a good official, doing small things like sesame and mung beans for the common people is better than planning and thinking about it all night long... Believe it or not, if His Royal Highness succeeds to the throne, if the minister is still in the court, he will definitely be a traitor The name."

Qi Jin couldn't help but also smiled, with a warm voice: "Forget it, didn't you just want to ask for a posthumous title? Today I will quietly bestow it on you first... What posthumous title do you want?"

Mu Zishi blinked cunningly: "Being a grand tutor at birth and posthumously as Wenzheng at death is what civil servants want all their lives."

Qi Jin glared at him: "This is impossible, Wenzheng is the most beautiful posthumous posthumous title, and there are only a handful of them in all dynasties..."

After thinking about it, he said softly, "Qing and Xin, you choose one!"

Mu Zishi's thick eyelashes drooped, and there was a little struggle in his eyes, but he said: "Qing, I want the word Qing."

Qi Jin remained motionless: "Yes."

After Mu Zishi exited the hall, he couldn't help but bend down, put one hand against the pillar of His Highness's porch, and coughed heavily.

Qi Jin sat quietly, listening to the heart-piercing cough that seemed endless, and then Liang Wangu ordered in a shrill voice: "You tired slaves, hurry up and bring Mr. Shao Fu back Go to the house!"

After the silence outside the hall returned, Qi Jin sighed and said, "Come out!"

A figure in an azurite robe stepped out from behind the vermilion lacquer screen. It was Qi Shaochong with a tall body and lacquered phoenix eyes.

Qi Shaochong happened to be coordinating political affairs in the Zhiping Palace. Mu Zishi was ordered to meet with him. Qi Jin didn't know why, so he hid him behind a screen. The two had a conversation just now. Any sentence spread outside would cause an uproar, but Qi Shaochong didn't miss a single word, he listened to everything he should and shouldn't.

Qi Jin thought for a moment, and said: "The beauty of posthumous posthumous posthumous title is far inferior to that of letter, but he actually refuses to ask letter letter as posthumous posthumous title... I tried it casually, and I really tried his mind."

Qi Shaochong nodded thoughtfully, but said: "Zishi coughed up blood... When he was kneeling just now, he coughed very lightly twice, and there were blood stains when his sleeves were put down."

Qi Jin took a deep look at him, and said calmly: "Mu Zishi can't stay, he can't live long enough, and you can't hold him down...Let's not talk about you, now even Yu Pei may not be able to make him give up."

Qi Shaochong didn't speak a word, only the color of heartache between his brows.

Qi Jin frowned, and said slightly angrily: "Don't you understand why he chose the word Qing?"

Qi Shaochong's voice was as calm as a wave: "Min is respectful and prudent, and Yin Jing is resourceful. This word is not too insulting to him, but keeping one's orders is called faith, and words can be said to be trustworthy and respectful." It does not violate the letter, and taking letter as posthumous posthumous title is very suitable for Zishi, but..."

Paused, a little melancholy and sad: "He doesn't want to live for the fourth brother anymore, the fourth brother's deathbed entrustment...is a love and fulfillment for me, but it is a whip that kills him. It has strangled him for so many years. Out of breath, full of pain, depressed."

Qi Jin tapped on the book case lightly, and the residual ink on the green side of the fish brain jelly was slightly solidified, but it became softer and softer, like the purest grease: "Yupei has the wisdom of heaven's jealousy, Mu Zi Shi was trained by him alone... Although it is not as good as it is, it is not far away, since Mu Zishi no longer keeps the promise of the past, what are your plans?"

Although it was a question, the tone was steady and serious, obviously a decision had been made.

Qi Shaochong gritted his teeth, and suddenly lifted the corner of his robe and knelt down, saying: "Father, Zishi is a human being, not a walking corpse driven by the fourth brother, nor a dog raised by the Qi family..."

He said with a trembling voice: "Actually, I really regret forcing him to return to Beijing... He has become so ill, father, let him go to Yongliang, to the side of the King of Western Wei!"

"Let him go to the side of the King of Western Wei?" Qi Jin slapped the corner of the desk with his palm, and the solemn meaning in his voice was like frost like a heavy hammer: "Shao Chong, do you know who the King of Western Wei is? Even if there is no soldier by his side A single pawn is more worthy of your defense and strict vigilance than thousands of troops! You actually want to send him another Mu Zishi?"

Qi Shaochong's eyes were extremely firm: "Father, why do you want to guard against the King of Western Wei? The King of Western Wei is not only my subject, but also my brother. He is loyal, upright, and sincere. There is no need for suspicion between us. It’s about working together.”

Qi Jin looked at him coldly: "Siblings? Qi and Feng are still my biological sons! The Luo family is still my married wife who sleeps in the same bed!"

As he spoke, he paced up and down anxiously, and reprimanded: "Who is Mu Zishi? He is a genius who manipulates people's hearts and plays power tricks that even I dare not underestimate! Just look at him borrowing the matter of Chunwei to wipe out all the elders and elders in one go. , What kind of clever and clever timing is this move? Let him go back to Qi Wushang's side... Wouldn't it be cheap for you to send this Dajing Palace to the King of Western Wei?"

Qi Shaochong straightened his back, and said in a deep voice: "Father, I don't think Zishi is anything to be frightened of. A Mingjun in a prosperous age, sincerity is more important than power. Oddly enough, it’s evil and biased, and it won’t last long to fight against the party and the party. Zhong Zheng is peaceful and dignified, and this is the great policy that governs the people’s livelihood.”

Pausing for a while, looking directly at Qi Jin: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint my fourth brother for Zishi's painstaking efforts... I don't want Zishi to use his blood to stain the Qi family's country, and I don't need to use his bones. Build the dragon chair on Chengtian Hall."

The words were resounding, but Qi Jin's eyes were gloomy and gloomy, and he said with some tiredness for a while, "Needless to say...the only thing that will return to Qi Wushang's side is Mu Zishi's corpse."

The leaves in Chenjing had not yet fallen, and Mu Zishi was already ill. He was half-asleep and half-awake all day long, and his vitality was like the fine sand in an hourglass, slowly disappearing unstoppably.

The imperial physician in the palace dispatched several times, and in the end even Yuanzheng went to the mansion in person, unable to do anything, and reported to Qi Jin with one sentence: "It's just delaying the day."

Qi Jin was startled, before he could open his mouth, Liang Wangu shouted in a fuss, "Oh, Your Highness, why did you slip straight to the ground!"

Qi Shaochong grabbed the edge of the table with one hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "He...he doesn't cough much anymore!"

Yuanzheng sighed: "Although the cough has stopped, the vitality will be cut off, and the disease is already dying."

"Then...how long can he survive?"

The courtyard is twirling his white beard: "It will be the end of this year, and it won't be the beginning of spring next year."

Qi Jin took a quick look and saw that Qi Shaochong's face was completely pale, and he felt a little unbearable, and sighed: "You go to his house and have a look, he wants to eat and use whatever he wants..."

Qi Shaochong hastily interrupted: "He wants to hurt third brother."

Qi Jin suddenly lowered his face: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Qi Shaochong was so upset that he didn't say any more, and stumbled out of the hall.

One layer of autumn rain and another layer of coolness, amidst the patter of rain, Shaofu's mansion was even more quiet. Qi Shaochong hurried through the hanging flower door in the outer courtyard of the hall, and entered the room where Mu Zishi lived. Thick and fine curtains hung around the bed to keep out the wind and light.

The room was dark, lifeless silence, Bi Luo and another maid knelt to greet her, and said softly: "I have seen Your Highness."

Qi Shaochong raised his hand to make them stand up, and asked, "How is Zishi? After drinking the medicine, it can be seen that he is better?"

There were still tears on Bi Luo's haggard face, she must have cried just now, she shook her head and said, "My lord is not willing to take medicine..."

Qi Shaochong let out a weeping sound with unknown meaning in his throat, took two steps forward, opened the curtain, and the dim light of the sky fell thinly on Mu Zishi's sleepy face.

For a moment, Qi Shaochong returned to the precarious and frightened road of escape. This person in front of him was his only support and warmth. He and himself were vines that coexisted in twin trees. ?

Even if he returned to Dajing Palace and stood at the highest point of the empire, in front of him, Qi Shaochong, the so-called crown prince, was still a helpless young man.

I couldn't help it for a while, and I sat down beside him, crying bitterly.

Mu Zishi was awakened by the crying, and slowly opened his eyes. He was so sick that he was a little afraid of light, and he tried his best to cover it with his hands, and his thin wrists were suddenly exposed from the wide cuffs.

Qi Shao hurriedly wiped away his tears, grabbed his hand and stuffed it back under the quilt, but when he raised his head and touched his eyes, he was suddenly startled.

Under Mu Zishi's eyelashes as thick as a fan, there is a pair of eyes that are not the same as usual. The precious light flows, and the insight is like a mirror. It is not like a seriously ill person.

As soon as the eyes were opened, the complexion was transparent and clean, like fat and jade. Although he was sick, he was so sick that he did not describe it as haggard and ugly.

This person... I am afraid that even his death will be a picturesque death.

Qi Shaochong murmured in his heart that if it could be exchanged, he would rather lose Zishi's appearance, intellect, and talent. As long as he can keep him alive, it doesn't matter if he is muddleheaded, and it will make him happier and more relaxed.

Mu Zishi said in a low voice, "Stop rushing, you're here."

After returning to the capital, he seldom called his own name, and he always called his highness extremely respectful. Qi Shaochong felt sore, but said softly: "I came to see you...you always don't take good care of yourself, even when you are sick. Refusal to take medicine, how can this be?"

Mu Zishi smiled slightly: "The medicine is too bitter."

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the bed, and he said, "That drawer...you open it."

Qi Shaochong followed his words and took out a thick booklet.

After flipping through it roughly, I saw a neat collection of pavilions, all of which were written on the analysis and opinions of money and food, farmland, supervision, official administration, law and other affairs.

Mu Zishi said: "Yin Xiang and Master Jiang are the pillars of the country, and there is a head of the household department called Fan Feng... Although it is not obvious at the moment, but after a few more years of experience, it may be of great use..."

Qi Shaochong held back his tears and said: "You can nourish your spirit, why bother to worry about me..."

Mu Zishi glanced at him indifferently: "Shao Chong, that's all I'm willing to do for you."

Qi Shaochong felt great grief, knowing that he was saying goodbye to him this time, he was immediately overwhelmed by an extremely heavy pain and panic, what he saw and heard in his ears seemed to be separated by a thick curtain, a bit like It's really like an illusion.

Mu Zishi's voice was low and weak, but with a clear and bright release and relief, like a mountain spring unrestrained: "Shao Chong, I betrayed His Royal Highness, I was still selfish after all. And... on the way to escape, I treat you badly and always bully you, you... just forget about it, don't blame me."

Qi Shaochong shook his head resolutely instinctively, and said, "No, I will never forget it."

Mu Zishi smiled indulgently: "It's up to you...but don't come again in the future, I'm not dead yet, I really can't see you crying."

Qi Shaochong forced a smile, remembered something, and hurriedly said: "Princess Yu died of illness ten days ago."

Mu Zishi was silent for a moment, then said, "That's great."

Qi Shaochong couldn't help sighing: "The dead are dead, don't be so poisonous, the third brother won't like it."

Mu Zishi said: "I'm telling the truth... I'm really happy, Miss Yu is a good girl, but she shouldn't marry Wushang... Whoever marries Wushang, I hope she dies sooner. .”

After thinking about it, she also sighed: "She left without injury or guilt, alas..."

Qi Shaochong didn't know how to respond, but he saw a scabbard protruding from under his pillow, and asked, "Why do you sleep with a knife on your pillow?"

Mu Zishi curled up, put his hand on the knife, and said with a vague smile, "I have killed too many people, and my hands are bloody. I don't need to restrain myself with a knife, lest the ghosts come to catch me."

Qi Shaochong looked at him quietly, and slowly covered his cold and thin hands for a long time: "Because this knife was given to you by Brother Wushang... Zishi, you miss him in your heart."

Mu Zishi's breathing was subtle, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

The door opened with a creak, and Qi Shaochong saw the continuous rain outside and the colorful autumn colors.

The clouds disperse and the water flows away, leaving the sky and the earth empty.

He... is really going.