On the other side, Chen Zhen walked out of the gate of the palace city, walked more than ten steps, and then glanced back at the towering palace city, and sighed: "Someone buried early death, and died late on the roadside." I am not Zhaoju and Qu Yuan, with the huge power of the two clans, as well as the intertwined relationship, even if they die, there are people who collect their bodies for them, and there are people who leave blood for them.

However, I Chen Zhen didn't, after all, I Chen Zhen was still an outsider, an outsider who was resented by all the nobles. ”

As he spoke, Chen Zhen picked up his beard with his hand, looked at the gray beard, and said with a smile: "Living to my age, I have already earned, earned, now it's time to die, it's time to die!" ”

With that, Chen Zhen walked to his carriage, got into the carriage, and then went straight to his mansion.

Following.

Xiong Huai had just finished breakfast under the service of Mrs. Song, and a waiter came to report: "King, Assassin Shi Ling has just asked someone to report that Assassin Shi Ling is sick and wants to resign from the post of Assassin Shi Ling." ”

Xiong Huai was stunned, then remembered yesterday's events, and muttered: "I was fine yesterday, but I am sick today?!" ”

As he spoke, Xiong Huai remembered Chen Zhen's advice yesterday and knew that Chen Zhen had insight into his plan.

Thinking about it, Xiong Huai couldn't help but sneer: "According to the widow, Assassin Shiling has a heart disease." If you want to get out of illness, how can it be so easy! ”

After muttering twice, Xiong Huai Zhengse said: "Pass the imperial doctor to treat the assassin Shi Ling, as for resigning from the post of the assassin Shi Ling, the widow is not allowed, and when the assassin Shi Ling is well, he will bear it again." ”

Soon after, the doctor who treated Chen Zhen's illness returned.

"The king, the minister has already diagnosed the assassination of Shi Ling, and the assassin Shi Ling is a diagnosis of old age and decay and mental exhaustion. If the situation is good, let the Thorn Shi Ling recuperate with peace of mind, and the Thorn Shi Ling may have two or three years to live.

But if the situation is not good, then the minister doesn't know how long the assassination order will last. ”

When Xiong Huai heard this, he was stunned for a long time, then sighed, waved his hand to the imperial doctor, and said, "Stand down." ”

The imperial doctor breathed a sigh of relief and responded: "Only! ”

The other side.

In the prince's mansion, Long Shujun was stunned for a long time when he learned the news that Chen Zhen was seriously ill, and sighed regretfully: "Now that the prince has become a general trend, he can only go with the flow, and I have already made a complete contribution." Originally, I had planned to die to open the curtain of the mutual attack between the king of Chu and the crown prince.

Who would have thought that Chen Zhen was sick at this time, and he was too sick to be a director. ”

Saying that, Long Shujun sighed: "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, this may be that God wants me to see the tyrant and the prince attack and kill each other!" ”

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Half a month later.

Not long after Xiong Huai finished breakfast, a waiter walked quickly to report: "The king, Chen He, the grandson of the assassin Shi Ling, is here to report that the assassin Shi Ling is seriously ill and is about to die, and if you want to see the king for the last time, please don't hesitate to move." ”

Xiong Huai's face changed, he pondered for a long time, and then shook his head and sighed: "Order, prepare the car, the widow is going to see the last side of the assassin Shi Ling." ”

"Yui."

Soon, Xiong Huai came to Chen Zhen's bedside, looking at Chen Zhen on the hospital bed, his eyes were cloudy, his body and mind were dry, as if he would run out of oil at any time, he couldn't help but walk quickly to Chen Zhen's bed, and cried sadly: "Chen Qing, Chen Qing, not long ago, the widow saw that you were well, and I was still waiting for you to get better, and you and I would work together again."

But how do you know... How do you know, in the blink of an eye, Chen Qing, you will be sick like this. ”

Saying that, Xiong Huai remembered his previous plans, and he wanted to be a monarch and minister, and planned to take Chen Zhen with him.

But he didn't want to, but Chen Zhen couldn't wait and wanted to leave him first.

Thinking about it, Xiong Huai remembered Chen Zhen's dedicated assistance for more than 20 years, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and his tears couldn't be controlled, and they flowed out directly.

At this time, Chen Zhen, who was on the hospital bed, saw that the king of Chu was crying for himself, and immediately gasped and smiled: "I can see the king crying for me, and I am willing to die, and I will not leave Qin and come to Chu in vain..."

When Xiong Huai heard this, the sadness in his heart became heavier.

Then, after comforting Chen Zhen for a while, he suddenly took Chen Zhen's hand, looked at Chen Zhen's eyes, and said sadly: "Chen Qing, if Xianqing is unlucky, who can succeed in Beiya?" ”

Chen Zhen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shook his head slightly: "King, the minister's mental strength is exhausted, his mind is exhausted, and death is coming, and I don't know who can take over Zhibeiya." ”

When Xiong Huai heard this, he shook Chen Zhen's hand vigorously, and said sadly: "Xianqing has been in charge of Zhibeiya for many years, and he is the person who knows Beiya best, so Xianqing still recommends one person for the widow." ”

When Chen Zhen heard this, he weakly broke the hand in the hand of the King of Chu, but he did not break free.

Seeing this, Chen Zhen had no choice but to meet the eyes of the king of Chu and responded: "Governor Mo Ruojun, the king knows." ”

Xiong Huai glanced at Chen Zhen's weak eyes a few times, and saw that Chen Zhen was always calm, so he blamed himself: "Xianqing has reached this level, and the widow is still consulting Xianqing about state affairs, this is the widow's fault, it's the widow's fault!" ”

"This is the king's trust in the minister, and it is also the minister's honor!" Chen Zhen smiled slightly, and then, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and then stared at Xiong Huai tightly and said: "The king, you and I have been kings and ministers for decades, and the ministers also know that the king's ambitions are far from being compared to the previous kings.

Therefore, before the minister died, I wanted to ask the king to grant me a request, and let the minister do his last part for the king. ”

When Xiong Huai heard this, he quickly wiped his eyes, and then replied with teary eyes: "Chen Qing, please speak, the widow will not be." ”

When Chen Zhen heard this, he smiled and said: "In the past few decades, the minister has relied on the trust of the king to establish a lot of meritorious deeds.

Now the minister is about to die, and he wants to return Linhu to the king, and he asks the king for permission. ”

When Xiong Huai heard this, he immediately shook his head and said: "Why did Chen Zhen say this, there are 4,000 people in Linhu, this is what you deserve Xianqing." Meritorious service will be rewarded, and there will be punishment for mistakes, this treasure of the widow is also, how can the widow take the land with the death of a person, and be laughed at by the world. ”

Saying that, Xiong Huai looked at Chen Zhen and said: "Xianqing, please rest assured, even if Xianqing is gone, the widow will not forget the love of you and me!" ”

When Chen Zhen heard this, he looked at Xiong Huai with an uncomfortable face, and said firmly: "King, the minister begs you, for the sake of the relationship between you and me for decades, let the minister serve the king one last time!" ”

"This..." Xiong Huai's face was embarrassed, but looking at Chen Zhen's insistent gaze and withered face, he couldn't bear it, so he finally agreed, and in front of Chen Zhen's descendants in the ward, he said: "In this case, the widow will promise Xianqing." The title of Linhu Jun of Qing remained unchanged, and the Linhu fiefdom was recovered, and it was turned into a feudal monarch of Shiyi, and another 4,000 households were given, and 8,000 households enjoyed food. ”

When Chen Zhen heard this, he smiled slightly, then closed his eyes, and said angrily: "King Xie!" ”

Seeing this, Xiong Huai called Chen Zhen twice, and seeing that Chen Zhen never responded, he comforted Chen Zhen's heir a few words, and then left Chen's mansion to return to the palace.

After Xiong Huai left, after a long time, Chen Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, summoned all his heirs, and instructed: "After I die, the king will have the grace to let me be buried on the side of the king's mausoleum."

At that time, you should remember to ask the king for his life, and ask to go to the king's mausoleum to keep filial piety for me for three years.

Remember... Remember..."

That night, Chen Zhen died.

Early the next morning, Xiong Huai got up when he got the news that Chen Zhen's grandson Chen He had come to report the funeral, and learned that Chen Zhen had died of illness last night.

Then, Xiong Huai was silent for a while, and said sadly: "Pass the edict, posthumously seal Linhu Jun Chen Zhen as the Marquis of Linhu, bury him with the rites of the princes, and bury him on the side of the widow's mausoleum, so that the Marquis of Linhu will be buried with the widow." ”

"Yui."

"Pass the edict and let the eldest son of the Marquis of Linhu inherit the title of Linhu Jun."

"Yui."

"Spread the edict, the assassin Shi made Linhu Marquis Chen Zhen die of illness, let Zuo Sima Deng Lingguang take over the post of Assassin Shi Ling, and promoted Yingdu Shoujingyang to Zuo Sima, and promoted Jiangdong Shouzhuang Ji to the right Sima."

"Yui."

Subsequently, Chen Zhen's son, Chen Yong, Linhu Jun, wrote a letter requesting that Chen Zhen be filial piety for three years according to the ancient rites.

Xiong Huai Xu Zhi.