Long live Emperor Wu!

Wu Rou smiled and saw the sparkle in his eyes. She liked it very much and said:

"Once, I was standing by the flower wall, and I heard a voice calling me..."

Li Shan originally listened attentively, but when he heard it, he realized that she was talking about him. The sourness in his heart immediately turned into joy, and he laughed outright, and lowered his head helplessly.

Wu Rou deliberately pretended to be confused:

"I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you laughing?"

Li Shan gathered her in his arms, hugged her and said:

"You are such a person...it makes my heart feel high and low sometimes."

Wu Rou also hugged him, put her hands on his waist greedily, put her fingers on the end of his hairband, used a little strength, hugged him tighter, and said:

"I have never seen a more handsome man than you. I hope your heart is like mine."

Li Shan heard this and said affectionately:

"That's natural. No matter how good-looking the girl next to you is, compared to my Arou, she's always a few points behind."

……

……

Later, Li Shan wrote a letter and handed the verified evidence to the two inspection censors, asking them to take them to Lingnan to confront Changsun Wuji.

Lingnan is a barren and smoky land.

Looking around, there are only boundless wilderness and mountains and forests. Chang'an's tall city walls, majestic palace buildings, and any luxury can't be seen.

Before Changsun Wuji came, the wives, concubines, and slaves of Changsun's family who were willing to follow him arrived early, registered their household registration, and then started to open up wasteland and build houses in the mountains.

After Changsun Wuji arrived, although he did not have to go to the mountains to do farm work every day, he would always sit in front of the simple fence yard, look at the smoky mountains, and feel the bone-eroding moisture...

Looking back on all the past events, more than just the word "frustrated" can be used to describe it.

He didn't feel old before.

Even when His Majesty asked all the courtiers to insist on going to court every day, and many of the old ministers couldn't bear it, he still felt that he was in good spirits and could still follow that young man of His Majesty and stay as energetic as he had been for twenty years.

And now...

While he was thinking, the sound of horse hooves gradually came closer from the distance. He turned his eyes away from the mountains in the distance and saw two people riding horses and stopping in front of his yard.

The two men were wearing silk round-neck robes, holding the reins, with arrogant expressions, as if they were carrying the prosperity and vigor of Chang'an City. They looked at him and asked:

"Changsun Wuji?"

A bright light flashed through Changsun Wuji's eyes, and then slowly and carefully, he stood up holding the handle of the bamboo chair. His body was too thin, and he no longer had the arrogant spirit of the past. He could no longer follow the fairy wind. Bones had nothing to do with it, and he responded in a low voice:

"I'm."

"We are the patrol censor. Your Majesty has something to ask you." One of the envoys said.

……

……

In the house, Changsun Wuji looked at the testimonies and confessions, flipping through them one by one. The more he looked at them, the more mournful he looked. Finally, he put the last page of paper on the bamboo table and looked at the paper. Moved.

The two patrol censors were sitting on the low couches waiting for him.

While waiting, I looked around at this simple house.

Although the furniture materials are very cheap, most of them are wood and bamboo from the mountains, and they are not even painted.

However, the setting and layout still follow the owner's past habits and preferences as much as possible. At first glance, it looks like the residence of a scholar and elegant scholar, with a clean and beautiful feeling.

Looking at the old man who once held a high position, now with his shoulders hunched and his back turned to them, he felt even more desolate and lonely. An envoy stood up, hesitated for a moment, and asked in a stiff tone:

"My lord, have you finished reading?"

Changsun Wuji turned his head and showed his profile. He did not correct him, but said calmly:

"finish watching."

"My lord, can you plead guilty? Do you have anything to explain?"

Changsun Wuji was silent again. After a while, he said:

"You two must have settled down at the inn. Can you please make a hard trip and come back tomorrow? I have a lot to say and need to think about it. I need to write it down into a memorial and ask you to take it back. I can't sort it out for a while."

The two envoys looked at each other, then put down the tea cups they were holding and said:

"Okay, then let's come back tomorrow."

After saying that, the two people simply stood up, politely handed over their hands, turned around and went out neatly.

Changsun Wuji looked at their straight backs and the neat and capable way of getting on the horse, showing a slightly envious and nostalgic look.

There was a time when he was so high-spirited and young, as if all difficulties would be solved and a bright future was waiting for him.

Later, facts proved that he had indeed achieved a position below one person and above ten thousand people. He never failed to live up to his youth and never lost his ambition.

But what happened now?

Maybe he was wrong... In the early years, his sister, the Empress, the eldest grandson, had always prevented His Majesty from being kind to him, saying that things must be reversed when they are extreme, and that excessive favor is not a blessing.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to her and thought she was a bit troublesome.

Looking at it now, I am afraid that she had already foreseen that she would be greedy, arrogant, and lose her sense of proportion. She worked hard to prevent him, her brother, from ending up in a bad ending.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly and said to himself:

"That's all, good words can't persuade the damned ghost. I, the grandson Wuji, deserve this disaster in his life."

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The next day, the two inspection censors returned to the bamboo house as agreed.

But this time, it was no longer deserted like yesterday. All the slaves were at home, setting up the mourning hall, kneeling on the ground and crying.

The two of them looked at each other and quickly stepped forward to check.

The person was placed on the bed, without a coffin. The body was covered with white cloth, white wax and incense were lit on the table, yellow paper was burning in the brazier, and the room was filled with smoke.

The two people looked at each other in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to lift the white cloth to check. They saw that Changsun Wuji's eyes were tightly closed, there was a strangulation mark caused by the white silk on his neck, and his body was already stiff.

The old housekeeper who followed Changsun Wuji climbed up from the ground, with tears on his face, and asked:

"I think you two are the royal censors sent by His Majesty to ask questions."

Two people said "yes". Then he took out the fishing talisman and seal he was carrying and showed it to him.

The old housekeeper's eyes were dim with tears. He looked at it carefully, then took out a memorial from his arms and said solemnly:

"Yesterday, after the two adults left, our master stayed up all night and wrote this reply. When we woke up in the morning and went to serve him, he had already hanged himself..."

After saying that, he started to cry sadly again, moving the entire mourning hall, and the mournful voice became a little louder.

The two envoys looked at each other, took a step back respectfully, lit incense and saluted the mourning hall one by one, then said "My condolences and by the way" and promised to deliver the memorial to the emperor safely. Just left.