Qi Yuanxiu · Self-cultivation

Wang Jian and Gao Bing returned to Jinyang two days later. When they came back, their faces were covered with snow and frost. After entering the mansion, they went to the front hall, where the documents that had been pressed for several days needed to be approved. Ji Xiu stayed in the front hall all the time. Gao Bing and Wang Jian were looking for Shan Mi. On the way, the Taoist made a whim, shook his head, and said that Shan Mi was no longer in Yinshui, so the carriage turned back. Gao Bing came back to discuss things with Ji Xiu.

"gone?"

"Ah."

Gao Bing smiled, "It's so cruel."

Ji Xiu ignored him.

Gao Bing continued: "I don't know what he would think if he knew your true thoughts. Prince Jinyang is really selfish and terrifying."

Ji Xiu still ignored him, there were piles of documents before the case, Ji Xiu walked over, and he had already written and approved it.

Gao Bing turned around and went inside, "By the way, Mr. Ju and Mr. Ju went back to Ju's house again, saying that his father was seriously ill and he went back to fulfill his filial piety."

This time, without waiting for Ji Xiu's reply, Gao Bing was humming a little song and was about to leave, but he didn't want to turn around and bump into someone, Gao Bing's eyes widened in shock!

Shan Xuechen's pale face was full of radiance, like the light in the early morning of winter. After recovering from a long illness, he took a few steps and panted a few steps. Even so, his uninjured hand still held the teacup , walked firmly towards this side.

Ji Xiu quickly walked up, took the tureen for him, and said softly, "Go and rest if you haven't healed yet."

Gao Bing frowned all of a sudden.

Ji Xiu glanced at Gao Bing, but he didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, he helped Shan Xuechen and walked to the inner room...

It took Gao Bing a long time to calm down. Of course he didn't know what happened at the back door just now.

In the end, Ji Xiu was still not willing to let Shan Xuechen go.

At the moment when Shan Xuechen was about to be handed over to Yu Guanli, Ji Xiu suddenly realized that it was not Shan Xuechen who left, but his only remaining conscience. Everyone's conscience has a different shape. After 15 years His conscience was covered by the heavy snow before, and he wandered around the world like a walking dead for 15 years, and then someone inadvertently found that conscience back. He always thought that he was disturbed, but the truth was that his conscience was disturbed. Got it back.

If you leave again this time, I'm afraid there will be no redemption in the future.

As if he understood this in an instant, Ji Xiu's eyes turned into a storm, and he looked at Yu Guanli: "I'm sorry, I changed my mind."

"you!"

Ji Xiu ignored him, turned around and walked back.

Yu Guanli wanted to step forward to stop him, but found that his body could no longer move, anger, sadness, unwillingness... All kinds of emotions collided in his body, what the hell am I?Yu Guanli felt that he was a clown, and he lost completely in this game.

I know it... I know it all... what do you guys think of me

Ji Xiu's back is so tall and firm.

Yu Guanli's clenched hands finally dropped, and he let go weakly.

Lost completely.

The night in early spring was still very cold. The night wind blew, and Yu Guanli, who was already soaked through his back, shivered. He had been alone in the dark for a long time, like a sculpture.

Lost.

The night wind blows into the house from the window, and when Gao Bing closed the window, a snowflake was brought to his eyelids by the wind, and there was even light snow floating in the air, Gao Bing watched those sugar-like snowflakes flying in the air, even himself Unaware that his face was softened by the existence of these snowflakes, Gao Bing's slender face suddenly smiled and blew into the air.

The snowflakes rolled one after another, as if it had been a lifetime away.

A snowflake was blown by the wind onto the face of a sleeping young man in the Beidu Baohe Hall.

It's another year.

The Ju family is getting worse and worse.

Rong and Chen absconded in fear of crime, and their whereabouts are unknown. The military power is now completely in the hands of King Jinyang. There are a large group of counselors including King Gao Bing, and the drastic reforms are applauded by some, and not by others. Well, Ma Ying became the head of the Ministry of Officials, and the former Shangshu——Master Ji Shenji who could only open his mouth to ask for money did not know what kind of evil disease he had, but he went there. He invited many doctors, but it may not be good. I can't call well.

After all, Ju Baorong didn't survive the winter.

When Ju Mingzhi ran into Ju Baorong's dormitory, Ju Baorong was basically out of breath but not in.

Ju Mingzhi flew to Ju Baorong's bed, "Father!"

But Ju Baorong only made the sound of exhaling, '呵呵', which could not be distinguished for a long time.

There were several relatives of the family who were serving at the side. Seeing his father and son like this, they persuaded: "The end is approaching, the Patriarch need not be sad."

Ju Mingzhi cried: "My father left after serving for less than a year. As a son, I am really unfilial. I only hope that I will continue to be my son in the next life to repay the kindness of nurturing."

Seeing what he said, the others were so moved that they retreated one by one, leaving Ju Mingzhi and Ju Baorong empty in the room.

The face of the dying person is very terrifying, the face is yellow and waxy, the beard is curled up, and the face is covered with wrinkles and ravines.

Tachibana Mingzhi let out a sigh of relief, the acting was too intense just now, it's a pity that she shed so many tears for this person.

This person usually looks kindly and kindly, but his stomach is like a nest of ants, and there are too many tricks, it took a lot of effort to deal with it.

Ju Baorong's hand suddenly stretched out, the fist was tightly clenched, as if there was something inside.

Ju Mingzhi pushed his hand away, a piece of paper, Ju Mingzhi's heart was beating violently, but the paper weighed ten thousand catties in his hand.

He probably knew what the note said.

I also know that the content on this piece of paper may change the way I will go in the future.

But so what?

Tachibana Mingzhi didn't even look at it, and tore the paper calmly.

What is all this compared to Brother Min?

Ju Baorong exhaled the last breath of his life, maybe out of anger, maybe out of sigh, and then this old man closed his eyes forever.Ju Mingzhi got up, walked to the door, pushed it open, and said to a group of relatives and servants waiting outside: "Master has gone."

Weeping.

On the day of Ju Baorong's funeral, the Ju Parents' Association announced that Ju Mingzhi would be the next head of the family.

Ju Mingzhi cried in front of Ju Baorong's coffin, heartbroken and heartbroken, and won applause from the family.

The prince of Jinyang felt his filial piety, let go of the past, restored the privileges of the Ju family, and gave him an extra plaque, writing: supreme filial piety.

The current head of the Ju family donated more than half of the Ju family's property as a show of loyalty.

The entire Jinyang army is strong and strong, ready to go.

Wearing sackcloth and filial piety, the parents of Zhongju's family leaned against He Min in grief and had no strength at all.

"Impermanence has changed."

"Ok?"

"He didn't kill those old officials quickly."

"..."

"You know?" He Min was very curious about Ju Mingzhi's calmness.

Ju Mingzhi shook his head, he and He Min only came back a few days ago to send Ju Baorong a far away, he didn't know about Ji Xiu's affairs, "Ji Xiu is no longer the same Ji Xiu as before."

The flames flickered, illuminating the big yellow cat's green eyes. Ji Xiu's ambition can help him or destroy him. Love is like a poppy, and Ji Xiu's ambition does not allow him to have this weakness.But all of this still happened, that Lord Hades was gradually changed into a flesh and blood person, which is not a bad thing.

"This is called destiny."

Ju Mingzhi has read a lot of Zhuangzi's books in the past few days, and began to believe in the theory of fate.In the flames, he and He Min hold hands with each other, this is fate.

"Finally we can go back," Tachibana Mingzhi said lightly.

"go back?"

"Go back to Jinyang."

"..."

"I miss my little bookstall, as well as those old patrons," Tachibana smiled, and he tried his best to clear away the guilt in He Min's heart, "I want to open a teahouse, which is located in Jinyang's busiest There are two pots of green radishes at the door, small bamboo chairs and small tables are neatly piled up in the house, and there is a powder board at the door with daily stories written on it. I want to be a little person in the market and tell stories every day. , basking in the sun, drinking tea, seeing you every day, that’s all, for a lifetime..."

Utopia has always been an ideal.

Another possibility imagined.

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