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At home, there are loving parents, caring wives, filial sons and daughters-in-law, and smart and well-behaved grandchildren.

The huge prime minister's house, with many servants, keeps the house in order.

Pinghe got off the carriage and entered the house. The servants immediately removed the dust and changed his clothes.

He found that the atmosphere at home was different from the past.

Before he could ask, I saw the housekeeper hurried over and said:

"Master, it's not good, too old and old ladies are sick!"

Pinghe hurriedly followed the housekeeper.

He saw his parents inside.

The two were very old, lying on the bed, neither in good condition.

"My son." Zou's hand stretched out tremblingly.

Pinghe hurriedly went to the bed and held his mother's hand.

"Mother, why are you sick, haven't you been fine before?"

Asked calmly and sadly.

"My son, my mother is too old to be ill. You don't want to think about how old you are, and my mother is very old too..."

Zou's gasping, reluctantly said.

I?

Peacefully stunned.

How old is he?

For a while, Pinghe couldn't remember it at all.

He only remembered that he had been the prime minister for a long, long time, and Changguo made good progress under his governance.

It hasn’t gotten bad until recently...

wrong.

Thinking calmly and blankly.

How many years has he been a prime minister?

How long has King Chang reigned?

He gave birth to a son, and the son gave birth to a grandson.

Then again? How many years have passed?

He held his mother's hand peacefully, as if something was slowly rising in his heart.

"No!"

He shook his head desperately.

He seemed about to remember something terrible.

Pinghe quickly suppressed all thoughts that shouldn't be there.

That's good.

Don't think about it, it must be the most terrible nightmare.

There is always a way to solve those domestic issues, it's okay.

Comforting myself peacefully.

He summoned his children and grandchildren, and looked at them with relief.

Suddenly, another person ran outside.

"Master! King Chang sent a general and brought soldiers and horses to our door!"

Peacefully went out to watch in a hurry.

At the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the general read the will of King Chang to Pinghe.

"Reflection at home?"

Repeated the words of the will peacefully and incredibly.

So, what does it mean to come with soldiers and horses?

Worried that he will fail to rebel?

After the general took the people away, Pinghe found someone to understand the situation.

All the court officials in the DPRK submitted a letter to impeach the peace.

King Chang made this decree.

The situation quickly took a turn for the worse.

From reflection to dismissal.

From resting at home to imprisonment.

Under the instruction of King Chang, Ping Mansion was ransacked.

His wife and children were all taken away, and only the dying old man and the crying grandson were left in the house.

Peacefully kneeling in prison, grievances in his heart are hard to calm down.

He banged his head against the iron gate of the prison, yelling:

"My lord! I was wronged, wronged!"

"I have done my best for Chang Kuk, and I have never thought of myself for a moment!"

"I am dedicated to the people of Changguo, and for the people of Changguo!"

"My lord! How can you listen to the villain's slander and put me in jail!"

His voice reverberated in the prison, his head hummed against the door.

However, no one cares about him.

He seemed to be forgotten by the world.

After banging for a long time, his hands were broken, his forehead was also smashed, his dizziness was dizzy, and he had to stop.

He recalled what he had done for this country and how he ended up today, and couldn't help crying.

Only at this moment did he feel that he was old and useless.

Tears filled the wrinkles of the peaceful face.

He cried for a long time.

Outside the cell, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Someone walked in gently.

He leaped to the door of the cell and poked his head through the iron bars that formed the door.

He stared at the end of the corridor.

A person slowly appeared from the corridor.

This person gave him a slightly familiar feeling.

That is a woman.

Twenties.

Although his face was young, his eyes seemed to contain thousands of years of time and change.

The woman's pace is not hurried or slow.

One step, one step, through the rows of cells.

Her eyes never stopped around.

When the woman walked to the door of Pinghe's cell, she stopped.

She turned and looked at peace.

This action suddenly ignited the hope in Pinghe's heart.

"Are you here to save me? Save me! Let me out!"

Peaceful fingers gripped the iron rod tightly, and asked anxiously toward the woman.

The woman smiled faintly.

I don't know why, although her clothes are very ordinary, they give a sense of peace and dignity.

She is obviously a woman, but she has the temperament and awe-inspiring prestige that will not lose to any king.

It's as if she once commanded the people and made great achievements.

This feeling made him frightened.

He couldn't help but paused peacefully, but looked at her suspiciously.

"My name is Xiaohua."

Xiaohua's language is mild.

But to Pinghe, every word she uttered seemed to have a huge weight.

"The dream is beautiful, but it is not real."

"In reality, a prime minister who is less than one person and more than ten thousand people will be suspicion by the king, jealous of his colleagues, and slander by a rape."

"In reality, it is impossible for people not to live for themselves. Everyone has his own little abacus, as well as flaws and weaknesses."

"There are endless robbers, not because the government has not done much to eradicate them, but because some people cannot survive if they are not robbers."

"Corruption is endless, not because the criminal law is not serious, but because the various forces are intertwined, and the officials protect each other, which ultimately exceeds the scope of your jurisdiction."

Xiao Hua's words hit Ping He's heart hard like a hammer.

In his heart for a long time, the difficult questions were solved one by one.

His body trembled.

Sweat and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

He was wrong.

It turns out that the way he and his friends usually think of saving the country is nothing but a naive fantasy.

"You think that as long as you are still alive, you can keep Changguo in peace for a long time."

"But you are just a mortal."

"You will get sick, get old, and die. You will be framed, you will be dismissed, and when you die, others will shatter all the fruits of your life's hard work and start over..."

Xiao Hua's eyes were blurred for a moment.

"My master once told me ~www.readwn.com~ this is called history."

"This is the cycle of history."

"Infinite reincarnation."

"An unbreakable puzzle."

"People standing in the river will never be able to get out of the vortex by themselves."

"Only the existence outside the river can see the flow of the entire history."

"Peace."

Xiao Hua reached out to him.

"You are willing to indulge in false dreams as a mortal."

"Or become a fairy and face the real world?"

"Wake up, peace!"