big dry son-in-law

Chapter 1312 Farewell, Beijing!

The sentence that there was no cure made Li Xin's heart sink.

Qin Mo was right, Azu was indeed developing towards dementia.

It's sad, but it's not sad at all.

After all, Azu is almost 80 years old.

Counting forward, how many emperors can live to this age?
I'd say I'm content, but I feel sad.

I always feel that I owed too much in the past.

Only when I became sensible did I realize that my son wanted to support me, but I didn't want him to be loved.

My father is old, Azu is old, my mother is old, and everyone around me seems to be old.

Many people are gone too.

Times have changed, and things have changed.

"How is it? Is the book written by me good?" Li Yuan said with a proud look on his face: "Let me tell you, the best-selling book in Beijing now is the book written by me!"

"Okay, very good. My grandson has never read such a good book!" Li Xin's tears flowed down his throat, and he panicked.

"That's alright, Wei Laogou, send this latest chapter to Jing Yun, and then send it to the people in the Storytelling Library." After saying that, Li Yuan said again: "It's true that Jing Yun hasn't given it to him for so long. I want to write a letter, but I don’t have any material to write it!”

Li Xin glanced at the letter beside the case, which Qin Mo asked him to bring back. He couldn't bear it any longer, so he ran outside and choked up.

That suppressed cry was full of regret.

It took him a while to stop crying.

At this time Wei Zhong came out and looked at Li Xin, "Change the county man, if you are free in the future, please come and accompany the Supreme Emperor more often.

The German Duke said that this disease will become more and more serious as time goes by, and by then no one may be recognized.

This new book has not been sent to the Storytelling Library for a long time since the Qin Prince Consort left the capital.

The people below urged me again and again.

The old slave is old and his mind is not flexible anymore.

He couldn't keep up with the pace of the Supreme Emperor.

It can't even be polished to create the plot the Emperor wanted.

You see, if you have time, polish those manuscripts.

Before the Emperor fell ill, these manuscripts were his treasures.

He just wanted to give a good gift to the prince-in-law.

If he can't remember it in the future, how uncomfortable would it be for him?
Sooner or later, the old slave will follow the Supreme Emperor.

There are many, many people in this book, including old slaves.

The old slave is happy.

you see"

Looking at Wei Zhong's earnest eyes, Li Xin nodded heavily, "Okay, I will write this book from now on!"

"Oh, thank you for being a county man. I kowtow to you."

"No way!" Li Xin quickly helped him.

Wei Zhong brought a pair of thick manuscripts. Li Xin felt like he had found a treasure. He glanced at Li Yuan who was writing furiously. He really didn't know how to face it, "I'm leaving first. Please help me confess to Grandpa Huang!" "

Li Xin let out a long breath, tucked the manuscript under his arm, and left Da'an Palace.

"Wei Laogou, where did you die?"

"Come on, Your Majesty, this old slave is here!"

"Who were you talking to outside just now?"

"Your Majesty, please change into a county boy."

"Oh, that's right, look at my memory, it's getting worse and worse!" Li Xin patted his head, "By the way, where is that kid?"

"Your Majesty asked him to leave first if he has something to do!"

"Hmph, this bastard has no rules at all, and he doesn't even know how to say goodbye to me!" Li Yuan snorted and didn't say much.

But after a while, he suddenly stopped writing, and then looked at Wei Zhong, "Old dog Wei, did my eldest grandson come to see me just now?"

Wei Zhong wiped his tears and said: "No, Your Majesty, I have changed my position as a county man and came back in the past two days. I will definitely come to see you when I enter the palace!" "That's good, so that I don't miss him every day. At my age, I don’t know how many days I have left to live.”

Li Yuan leaned over the document with difficulty, his back looking indescribably desolate.

At this time, Gongsun Chong returned to Zhao Guogong's residence.

Gongsun Wuji was very happy. It was just as Qin Mo guessed. Although his eldest grandson had blue eyes and golden eyes, he still liked him very much.

Seeing that Gongsun Wuji liked children so much, Gongsun Chong felt relieved.

"What did you say when you met Your Majesty?" Gongsun Wuji asked, holding the child in his arms.

"It's nothing, I just changed my mind and won't go to Dashi again this time when the county man comes back!" Gongsun Chong said.

Gongsun Wuji frowned, "Aren't you going to Dashi? You are doing so well there, why don't you go?"

Gongsun Chong told the story again.

Gongsun Wuji shook his head and sighed: "For one emperor and one courtier, Qin Mo opened a river of eternity and revolutionized all kinds of ills.

Unexpectedly, he sometimes made mistakes. "

"Dad, what do you mean?" Gongsun Chong was confused.

"Nothing, just a little emotional." Gongsun Wuji said: "What about you, what are your plans? If Cheng Qian doesn't go to Dashi, what are you going to do?"

"If he doesn't go, then I won't go either!"

"Are you staying in the capital?"

"Then where can I go?"

"No, you can't stay in the capital." Gongsun Wuji took a deep breath, "Sooner or later something will happen to you if you stay in the capital.

Go to Lingnan and take your children with you. "

"why?"

"No reason, just listen to me." Gongsun Wuji said: "You remember, once the emperor and the ministers, the prince is no longer the eighth prince before.

Your Majesty may not know what you did back then, but he may know.

Tomorrow you will resign, and then go back to your hometown to worship your ancestors. After you return, take your children to recognize their ancestors and return to the clan, and then go to Lingnan to find Qin Mo. "

Gongsun Chong's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he realized something, "I understand, Dad."

"Remember, wherever Qin Mo goes from now on, wherever you go, you will do whatever he asks you to do.

If you have nothing to do, don't go back to the capital.

No, don’t go back to the capital even if you have anything.

Even if I die, you don’t want to come back, do you understand? " Gongsun Wuji said.

"Dad, is it that serious?"

"When you realize it's serious, there's no time left!" Gongsun Wuji said, "Remember what I said!"

Gongsun Chong had a grimace on his face. He seemed to understand, but Li Xin and his father had said so, so there must be nothing wrong.

"Yes, son understands!"

"As long as you understand." Gongsun Wuji said, holding the child in his arms and showing off to the world.

Manshijie said to the outside world that he would let his children return to their hometown to recognize their ancestors tomorrow.

That night, the queen's reward arrived at the Duke of Zhao's mansion.

Of course, there are also rewards from Li Shilong.

Within two days, Gongsun Chong took his children back to his hometown in Guanlong.

It didn't arouse any suspicion or attention.

Gongsun Chong looked at the huge capital city.

This may be the last time in his life that he sees the place where he grew up.

"Farewell, Beijing!" Gongsun Chong thought.

On the day Gongsun Chong set off, in the Storytelling Hall, the storyteller got the latest accounts of "Da Qian's Silly Son-in-law", and all the teahouses were packed for a while.

Everyone said that Qin Mo was the king of throwing seeds, and everyone envied this king of throwing seeds.

(End of this chapter)