After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 359 The last time

The last time he asked this question, it was at the door of Lin Pengsheng's study.

Lin Zhiyu rejected him very decisively.

It's the same answer today.

"If I wanted to renew our relationship with the emperor, I wouldn't be in this situation now."

Zhou Tingchen's eyes traced her eyebrows bit by bit.

Those eyes were clearly the same as in his memory.

"It's different now." He said slowly, "I can give up everything I have for you."

Lin Zhiyu sneered: "You deliberately took the seat, but you didn't want it just because you said you didn't want it?"

Fooling children.

"I'm serious. No matter how hard you plan, you can't win against Orthodoxy."

Zhou Tingchen's tone was determined.

"I know you developed gunpowder for him, but the power is far from enough to withstand thousands of troops."

"You are a wise king and a king respected by the people. Naturally, there are people who will die for you one after another."

Lin Zhiyu dismissed it, "The positions of you and me have become irreconcilable.

If you had any sense, you would have killed us all right here. "

All dogs know that belated affection is worthless than grass!

Zhou Tingchen raised his hand and wanted to touch Lin Zhiyu's face.

Lin Zhiyu tilted his head and ducked away.

"As you said, I am a wise king, so I will not kill you."

Zhou Tingchen's eyebrows darkened little by little, just like the thick night, there was an irreversible danger hidden behind it.

"If you want it, just come and get it yourself."

This is the last chance he gives.

Zhou Tingchen turned around and left.

Seeing that all the armor guards around him had withdrawn, Lin Zhiyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Sanmei was still unconscious on the ground, and Lin Zhiyu shouted.

Lin Wei carried Zhao Sanmei inside, while Zhou Zijin's face was as gloomy as water.

Lin Zhiyu frowned and glanced outside the door.

"The other party has been watching here for more than a day or two. It's probably not good for him to stay any longer."

Shuqin and Jianying knelt on the ground: "Horrible duty and negligence."

"Get up." Zhou Zijin said in a deep voice, "They are here well prepared."

It's just that he couldn't figure it out. If his brother knew that he was planning to take his position, why didn't he kill him immediately?
"Is it possible that, for the sake of his own reputation, he wants to set up a trap for us to get into?"

Lin Wei made a bold guess.

"If this is the case, then we need to change our strategy."

Lin Zhiyu felt that sparks were about to appear in the gears of his brain, "Their people should not have gone far tonight. They will find a way to enter Beijing early tomorrow morning."

I was too cautious before and even forgot that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

After putting on my clothes and resting, I tossed and turned until dawn.

Early the next morning, Qiaoxiu wanted to go in and wake up Mr. Wu and ask him to go with her.

As soon as I entered the yard, I found Mr. Wu lying on the rocking chair just like last night, with his eyes closed and his hands hanging down.

Qiaoxiu had a bad premonition in her heart. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Girl, Mr. Wu, Mr. Wu is gone!"

Unexpectedly, there was another letter on the table.

Who kept it?
Lin Zhiyu opened the lacquer seal and found scrawled writing on it, with a few words stacked on top of each other.

The letter paper is also different. There is a slight protrusion every other word.

There is no doubt that this is the letter left by Mr. Wu.

Qiaoxiu's eyes turned red.

During this period, she had the best relationship with Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu had difficulty moving, so Qiaoxiu took the initiative to come over and talk to relieve his boredom.

"On the first night I came back, Mr. Wu asked me to think of a way to make such a stationery for him, but I didn't expect..."

She couldn't speak anymore.

A void seemed to float in front of his eyes. In the dark room, Mr. Wu sat alone at the table, rubbing the letter paper bit by bit, and writing down the last words of the world with charcoal bit by bit. "The way of heaven is impermanent and cannot be forced."

Wu Si finished the first sentence and sighed leisurely.

When a person is about to die, it can be predicted in advance.

The days when he served in Qintian Prison, and the days when he and Zheng Wan expressed their feelings to each other, seem like yesterday.

She said: "The smell of Jian Zheng's body is unforgettable, with the aroma of bitter chrysanthemum, the warmth of the sun, and a hint of sweetness."

Wu Si found it ridiculous.

"Where can such a smell come from? I'm just trying to describe it."

Even so, I still smelled my sleeve unconsciously.

Later, he went to Qin alone and asked Zheng Wan to cut off his head.

He dies, she lives.

In Wu Si's eyes, it was a sure-profit deal.

When he regained consciousness again, he felt his eyes were empty.

Without his eyes, he couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

Or, are you really still yourself?
God made him blind, but gave him the ability to uncover secrets.

He knew that there would be someone who would inherit everything that Zheng Wan had worked so hard to manage, and he also knew that this person had an extraordinary destiny.

It is useful for God to keep him.

The Empress Dowager of Qin went to the funeral. Wu Si listened to the sound and sent her off for the last time.

Wu Si, Wu Si.

He will use his own way to help her realize her dream.

“We don’t eat and drink for free here.

I have a few final words for you, so be sure to remember them.

When you live, you live, when you die, you die.

On the thin line between life and death, there is still a chance.

Only by living towards death can there be room for turning. "

Put away the pen, fold the paper, and seal it.

He hunched his back and walked to the deck chair in the yard.

In the dream, Wu Si saw Zheng Wan changing into the Queen Mother of Qin's gorgeous clothes and putting her hair into a bun as a girl.

"Sure enough, the smell on you is unique in the world."

She held out her hand.

……

Mr. Wu passed away suddenly. After Chu Nianshan learned the news, he sent someone to deliver a coffin and buried him on a nearby hillside.

There was nothing to miss. Lin Zhiyu and his party packed up their packages, dressed up in disguise, and staggered into the capital.

There was another big news waiting for them in the capital.

Wang Lai, the censor, was assassinated and died in his own house.

Zhao Sanmei paused for a moment, listening to the talk in the teahouse.

"Master Wang has been honest throughout his life. It's a pity that he didn't even leave any descendants!"

"I heard that the man tried his best to close his eyes, but he still held a sword in his hand!"

"You're saying that there is a mystery in that sword?"

"No, at first glance there is nothing on the hilt of the sword, but when the sun shines on it, eight words are reflected on the sword:
Keep your will and serve the Tao, and serve the people! "

"This is a death with eyes open!"

Zhao Sanmei lowered her head and hurried past.

Keep your will, follow the Tao, and serve the people.

It's a word hanging in Tang Wu's study.

It is said that it was a gift from a good friend.

That old friend gave up his career as a scholar and joined the army.

Lin Zhiyu patted her on the shoulder: "As straight as a string, you will die on the edge of the road; as curved as a hook, you will become a prince."

In this world, if you don't pretend and act, you won't be able to survive. "

Zhao Sanmei's tears fell.