Eastern Xinjiang.

Shen Leng sat on the high slope of a meadow, with two wine jugs beside him, one empty and one half-jug, and the empty jug of wine was spilled on the ground, because behind him was Sumeruhiko's grave.

The news has been transmitted back from Sang Kingdom, Sumeru's revenge has been avenged, Li Buxian was in the camp at this time, the medical officer was checking for him, Shen Leng heard him say that the revenge was avenged, and walked out by himself, looking for two pots of wine, a cup from the northern Xinjiang to seal his throat.

He'd been sitting here for half an hour, and he hadn't actually said a word.

A long time ago, when he was still young, he once asked Mr. Shen why some people can say so many things in front of the grave of the deceased, when everyone is dead, where can they hear anything, Mr. Shen said that those words are not for the deceased, but for himself, you see that the more sad those who cry in front of the grave, the more reluctant and hypocritical.

This reluctance is divided into two kinds, one is reluctance to people, and the other is reluctance, this love is not the feelings between two people, but the feelings of living people.

A large part of the reason for saying so many things is because of people's hypocrisy.

Shen Leng asked what to do.

Mr. Shen said, you see, many words are embarrassed to say when they are alive, they are ashamed to say them, or they dare not say some words of consolation, for fear of affecting their feelings, in short, these words are not said when people are alive but they are not finished after they die, that is not to comfort the deceased, but to comfort themselves, do you say hypocrisy?

At that time, Shen Leng didn't understand these truths, these truths may not be right, the truths are Mr. Shen's own truths.

But now that he thinks about it, Shen Leng realized that he was also a hypocritical person, and he also found that many things were not as absolute as Mr. Shen said.

For example, the daughter who married far away, after the death of her mother, lay in front of the grave and cried bitterly, kept saying something, and even complained, not necessarily because she didn't want to say it before her mother's death, but was busy with her married life, ignoring these, or not experiencing it at all, people are not omnipotent, people will be busy with their own lives, ignoring other living people, caring for the old and ignoring the young, caring for the small and ignoring the old, people are helpless.

After the old man died, those words would naturally come out, and it was not hypocritical.

Shen Leng thought that he should be hypocritical, Sumeru himself said that if one day he died on the way to do the right thing, then there was no need to regret or be sad, and he also said that he didn't die when he went to the north, so he didn't die so easily, so Shen Leng believed him, thinking that it should probably be like this, Li Buxian said that the north was Sumeruhiko's fierce land, and as a result, Sumeru Yan came back in such a fight in the northern Xinjiang, and he couldn't believe it all.

"You may feel a little aggrieved yourself."

Shen Leng let out a long breath.

"I also feel a little aggrieved, if the Sang people found out your identity and then carefully arranged it, you have been wary of these, but how can you beware of the struggle for power and profit between the Sang people themselves, aggrieved"

Shen Leng took a sip of the wine jug, and then smiled, "It's been so long, I still can't help but want to cry, tell you something, don't tell others that I actually love to cry, especially when I was a child, I would hide in the corner and cry alone when I was wronged, crying endlessly, at that time, it seemed that I couldn't do anything except cry, and then I followed Mr. Shen to learn art, and then I secretly warned myself that I could do it in the future."

I can't cry anymore, I can't cry if I'm afraid, I can't cry when I'm wronged, I can't cry casually about anything, and I can't cry anymore when I lead the troops, so many people look at me and let them know that I'm not as strong as I seem, how ashamed. ”

He touched the empty flask, "Damn, it's fast to pour it for you, I should pour it for you one bite at a time." ”

Shen Leng took a sip of wine and continued to himself, "Actually, Master Cha and Mr. Shen are quite accurate, they say that I have some weak things in my bones, and there are indeed them. ”

At this time, Shen Leng saw the tea master coming from a distance, so he drank the wine in the jug, got up to greet him, and said as he walked, "Reincarnate and reincarnate, you are still in Daning, you are not worthy of you in other places, I will come to see you later." ”

In the distance, the tea master was holding a handful of wild flowers in his hand, and after walking over, he placed them in front of Sumeru's grave, and Shen sneered, "He is a big man, he should think that your flowers are not gorgeous enough." ”

"Why?"

"Most men prefer bright colors, so I'm going to burn him a few paper figurines in floral clothes in a few days."

The tea master glared at him, "Full of nonsense." ”

Shen Leng shrugged his shoulders and looked back at Sumeru's grave, "He should like it." ”

At this time, someone came again, Shen Leng and Cha Ye glanced at each other, and recognized it as the Sang woman who was brought back from Sang Country by the day ticket number, she was wearing a plain white dress and carrying a basket in her hand, and the basket was paper money and other things.

Shen Leng let out a long sigh, and the tea master also sighed.

Ozawa Huowu approached and bowed to Shen Leng and the tea master, and the tea master hurriedly helped her, "Come and see Sumeru?" ”

"Let's take a look."

Ozawa Huowu squatted in front of the grave and burned paper like Ning Ren, "I specially asked Mr. Li, how should Ning Ren pay tribute to the deceased here, and remember it carefully, so there should be nothing wrong, he probably won't like me to pay tribute to him in the way of the Sang people." ”

Shen Leng shook his head, "He likes what he likes, so he won't dislike the way you pay tribute to him, any way." ”

Ozawa shook his head, "Him and me?" I have affection for him, he may not be for me, but it doesn't matter, when we are together, we are both happy, and I am happy when he is emotional, but this pleasure is too short-lived. ”

She lit the paper money, maybe it was the soot that smoked her eyes, so her eyes were slightly red, but she didn't cry after all.

"I come every year, so I asked Mr. Li to help arrange a place to live nearby."

Ozawa Huo Wu stood up, "I hope I didn't disturb him, didn't disturb you, the general." ”

"This is his home."

The tea master looked at Ozawa Huowu, "So it's also your home." ”

At this moment, Ozawa Huomai retched a few times, and seemed to be in some pain.

At the same time, Chang'an.

In the past, when the emperor wanted to talk to someone, there would be the old dean, there would be the old dean, there would be Yutai Yuan Shu, there would be Han Zhaozhi and Ye Liuyun, there would be Lai Cheng, and there would be others, but obviously there were only two missing, Han Zhaozhi and Ye Liuyun, but it seemed that the emptiness in this wild Mao Zhai was a little terrible.

The emperor rarely feels terrible, even when he first arrived in Chang'an that year, he didn't feel anything terrible, the road ahead is confused, just go, timid, always confused.

But lately, the emperor has occasionally had a burst of fear, especially when he sees those he is familiar with and cares about

people, this feeling will come out irrepressibly.

The old dean sitting on the side seemed to have seen the emperor's thoughts, so he was also a little scared.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to be afraid of at the age of the old dean, he doesn't care about himself, he is already so old, even if he dies, he is happy and mournful, but he is afraid that the emperor will have something, and he is not willing to talk to him.

"I received an urgent memorabilia from Dongjiang early this morning."

The emperor looked back at the old dean, "Sumeru was killed in the country of Sang. ”

The old dean thought about it carefully, who is Sumeruhiko?

The Emperor could tell from the old dean's confusion that he didn't know about the young man, so he shook his head, "My soldiers. ”

The old dean nodded, these four words were enough.

"I have already drafted a decree from the cabinet to seal Sumeru as a candidate for crossing the sea, and he has no heirs, but I still give him a hereditary title."

The emperor let out a long breath, "There will always be a lot of young people in Daning who die for Daning, so I have never given up the heart of hegemony, I just want to let Daning dominate, I don't need the so-called awe of those small countries and enemy countries, there is no need, it is enough for me to make them afraid, it is just nice to say that awe is just better, I will not give up the road to hegemony when I am in power." ”

The old dean was a little distressed, looking at the history of Daning for hundreds of years, there had never been an emperor who was as diligent as the emperor in front of him, but it was because of this that he was distressed.

"Sir."

The emperor looked at the old dean, "I also received a message from the Tiger Bone Pagoda in Western Xinjiang just now, saying that Chang Ze himself is not willing to be any different from other exiled prisoners, and he wears shackles every day to work, and eats and lives with those prisoners." ”

The dean said, "This is the eldest prince who has a heart of remorse, and he should be gratified." ”

"Huh?"

The emperor looked at the old dean, "I'm afraid it's not what Mr. said in his heart." ”

The old dean chose not to speak.

The Emperor snorted, "Old fox." ”

The old dean shook his head, "The cultivation is not enough, otherwise Your Majesty will not be able to see it." ”

The emperor said, "But whether he is sincere or not, I like the attitude he has expressed, so I plan to wait for half a year to come, and then I will let him settle in Gyeonggi Province." ”

The old dean's heart was shocked by Gyeonggi Province?

Under the nose of Chang'an City.

Since the founding of Daning, there has not been an emperor's fief in Gyeonggi Province, even those royal children who stayed in Chang'an, the fief is at least thousands of miles away, His Majesty's original fief Xishu Dao Yunxiao City, thousands of miles away from Chang'an.

The emperor looked at the old dean, "Sir, think it's inappropriate?" ”

"Okay."

The old dean smiled: "Your Majesty's arrangements are all in place." ”

"Phew."

The emperor sat down, "The older you get, the more reluctant you are to talk more, it will be yes, yes, yes." ”

The old dean shrugged his shoulders, "Otherwise, can the old minister still say that Your Majesty, you are wrong." ”

Emperor: "Didn't you say that?" ”

The old dean said in his heart, Your Majesty, you know that the eldest prince and the officials of Gyeonggi Province and some people in the Jiazi camp are not clear, and you still want to place the eldest prince in Gyeonggi Province, what is Your Majesty thinking? However, the old dean did not dare to ask, and the emperor did not intend to say that he did not dare to ask.

It's just that I vaguely feel that His Majesty doesn't fully believe in the eldest prince.