The crown prince did not understand the meaning of his father's words, and looked at the emperor with tears in his eyes, wanting to beg his father to say something clearer.
The Crown Prince had a guilty conscience, and if his father had recovered from his injuries, he would have taken the initiative to accept his punishment and request for the abolition of his position as Crown Prince.
At this time, the political situation is unstable, surrounded by wolves, he can not shirk his responsibility when his father is dying.
But the meaning of his father's words was like asking him to give up his position as the Crown Prince.
The Emperor has been confused.
He didn't know what was going on in the barracks, and he had planned to teach the Prince slowly, but now it was too late.
He can only pick some of the key, holding the Prince's hand: "The new law is not a long-term solution, I agreed to try ...... is to ask you to see the results, if you are on the throne, you can not implement the new law of ...... the country. "
The Crown Prince was startled, completely not expecting his father to mention these political trivialities at this time.
Besides, the trial of the new law has been a success, why did Father suddenly say such a thing?
The emperor lifted his breath and looked at the crown prince and said: "Officials ...... can not ...... compete with the people for profits, even if your original intention is to benefit the people, once the power to interfere in the private transactions, this new law will one day become a tool for corrupt officials to collect money, and become a fountainhead of greed and bullying the people. The new law will one day become a tool for corrupt officials to enrich themselves, and an abyss of greed and deception for the people! If I have another three years, will be able to lead you to see the drawbacks, now afraid ...... afraid ......"
The crown prince had no time to digest his father's advice, and seeing his father's eagerness, he hurriedly pacified, "I understand! Father you do not worry!"
As if the emperor had exhausted his last spirit, his slightly raised head slowly fell back onto the pillow, his lax eyes gazing into the void, muttering the inquiry, "Where is Old Five?"
The crown prince held the emperor s hand tightly, trembling voice to pacify the emperor: "The fifth brother he ...... has suffered some pain in the Khitan camp, the son minister dared to send him back to the palace to recuperate."
"Go back good ...... go back good." The emperor's face showed a relieved look, his eyelids gradually drooped, and his breath was like a swimmer's order, "Old Seven to come, give me and your mother consort to tell a story ...... don't listen to Houyi shooting the sun, change one."
The Crown Prince gripped his father's hand tightly, lowered his head and rubbed his tears on his sleeve, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and followed the dull and naive voice of the seventh brother, and said softly to the Emperor, "How about my son giving his father a Jingwei?"
The emperor closed his eyes, his dried lips pursed up and the corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was laughing at the fact that Old Seven would still only tell so many old stories.
His body was still lying on the couch like a thousand gold weights, and his soul was already sitting amongst his women and children, listening to the chubby old Seven tell mythological stories.
The children became smaller and smaller, even the teenage Lu Jinan, in his eyes, became what he looked like when he was a six year old carrot head, and the younger children disappeared one by one.
Eventually, even Jinan faded into a bright white mist.
The emperor looked around blankly, as if he wanted to keep something, the fog in front of him finally dispersed a little, a phoenix crown Xiapi, bright smile of the woman appeared in front of the eyes, was actually his wife, or nineteen years old when the newlyweds look like.
The young girl who had just become the crown princess blushingly raised her eyes, smiled faintly at the man in front of her who had not yet become the emperor, repressing her heart's apathetic adoration in her smile, and whispered, "Second master, it's getting late, let's go home."
......
"Father!"
"Father!"
On the ninth day of the fifth month of the thirty-second year of Lin An, the emperor died.
*
The Crown Prince said that the Second Prince has mobilized troops from outside the country to come to his aid.
A few days later, seeing the large group of people returning to the capital, the Tong family army withdrew their troops to the south, and only the forbidden army was left to guard the border, which made Xue Yao greatly relieved.
As expected, it was still the Crown Prince who could suppress the Third Prince.
With reinforcements coming and no pursuers, Xue Yao stopped running for his life and didn't listen to the Crown Prince's words to find an inn for a good rest, but followed the way he came and returned to the haystack where he parted ways with the little chubby cub that night.
He followed his memories and went all the way in the direction where the little fat cub had led off his pursuers, falling into the vast desert like an old hen looking for her chicks.
All along, Xue Yao had felt that he had a good sense of direction, and when he reached the desert, he realized that he was completely blind with his eyes open.
For twenty taels of silver, he hired a middle-aged couple near the stagecoach station, with camels, to accompany him as he searched for people in the desert.
After a day of searching, the camel puller asked him how long your family had been separated in the desert.
Xue Yao said five days.
Without a squeak, the older man exchanged glances with the older woman and turned back to tell Xue Yao, "If you can't find it, you can't return the silver."
Xue Yao ignored him.
There was no way he wouldn't be able to find the chubby cub, having just heard the system alert this morning and dropped two points in security.
The little chubby cub must have stayed obediently somewhere, waiting for his little companion to lead him home to his milk.
The increasing and decreasing security notifications became the only bit of connection between Xue Yao and Lu Qian.
Sometimes, when the security didn't change for a few hours in a row, Xue Yao felt like he was going to suffocate, and had to wait until the system prompt sounded again before he could regain his breath and continue searching.
Heading east out of the desert, you can finally see some of the border alien tribes.
Xue Yao asked the locals if they had ever seen a fourteen or fifteen year old Han Chinese boy, similar in height to him, with two cheeks and a pointed chin, who used to tell people mythological stories in exchange for milk.
Most of the locals did not speak Chinese, but they were kind enough to find a villager for Xue Yao who knew a little Chinese.
Hearing that they were looking for a Han Chinese boy, the villagers immediately told Xue Yao that a number of Han Chinese had come to their village recently, and that there were two boys of fourteen or fifteen years of age.
One of the boys sneaked into the villagers' sheep pen in the middle of the night and secretly milked and drank, and was caught by the villagers yesterday.
After the villager finished speaking, he looked at Xue Yao with scrutinizing eyes, as if asking him if the boy who stole the milk and drank it was the one he was looking for.
The middle-aged couple who helped guide the way also looked at Xue Yao suspiciously.
Xue Yao immediately stated categorically, "The other one is the boy I'm looking for!"
In fact, it was so heartfelt that it wanted to pull the villagers to immediately take themselves to the pups who stole the milk and drank it.
It's his cubs that are stealing the milk!
One hundred percent sure!
When the villagers heard that the other boy was the one he was looking for, they immediately smiled warmly and said that the other boy had helped their clan beat up a gang of Han Chinese robbers and returned all the property stolen by the robbers to the owner, and that the hero was a young man.
The middle-aged couple looked at Xue Yao suspiciously.
Xue Yao immediately nodded gravely, "That's him! He is my family's child! He has been reading sage books since he was young and is quite warm and righteous!"
Xue Yao forcibly chose the excellent cub to establish a false family relationship, and then pulled the villager to a corner and quietly asked, "Where is that child who stole the goat's milk and drank it now? He might be someone I know, take me to meet him, how much goat's milk did he drink from you? I will double the compensation."
The villagers immediately took Xue Yao to the house where the little milk thief was being held.
Surprisingly, it wasn't the little fat cub.
The teenager imprisoned here was estimated to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with features that looked more mature than the chubby cubs, and rough black skin, probably dried to the point of peeling lips after being tossed about by the desert's wind and sand and sun these days.
Although they do not know, but Xue Yao, who has been looking around for cubs, loves the house and can not see the boy suffer from such pain, or from the villagers to ransom the man, give the boy a sum of money to go their separate ways, and did not ask many questions.
So that leaves only the pup who saw the light of day.
In the spirit of self-knowledge, Xue Yao felt that the little hero couldn't possibly be the little fat cub, but still inquired like the villagers about the boy's whereabouts.
The villagers said that when the boy returned the stolen goods, he was accompanied by two elders, one of whom, a crane-haired old man, often drank at the eatery at the entrance to the village, and his whereabouts were uncertain, but he would go to the bottom of the hill to buy wine every two or three days.
*
Lu Qian had already walked for more than half an hour, and when he looked up, he realized that the trees around him were déjà vu, and it seemed that he had returned to the starting point.
"Kid, don't waste your energy, without the old man to guide you, you definitely won't be able to walk out of this maze!"
Looking at the sound, sure enough, the old white-haired man in the tree was still sitting on the same branch as before.
His Highness gave himself up in a fit of rage, sat down in place with his legs crossed, and exasperatedly snapped, "Master wants to report to the police."
The old man in the tree said, "It's not called reporting to the police to report a mass murderer, it's called turning yourself in, and if you want to report to the police, it's also me who will report to the police to arrest you, a petty criminal."
"Master didn't slaughter the city."
"Well, that's a small-time crook, and it has to be reported to the police!"
Lu Qian ignored him, rested for a moment and stood up again, drew his sword and slashed across a tree in front of him.
"What are you doing?" The old man immediately straightened up.
"Leave a mark." Lu Qian stepped to the next tree and slashed across it as well.
"You can't cut down a tree! You're rogue!" The old man leapt down and blocked the tree to keep him from cutting it.
Lu Qian frowned and stared at the old man, "Master is very busy and is returning to the capital."
"Who the hell are you? Where do you want to go? As long as you're willing to leave your true identity, I'll send you away immediately."
Lu Qian indifferently turned his head away, "Yao Yao said she can't reveal her identity."
"Who is Yao Yao?"
Lu Qian doesn't answer.
Last night, old man Xu heard this child murmured in his sleep, "Yao Yao give master another spoonful of honey", it really does not sound like something important.
"If you're in a hurry to go home and eat honey." The old man spoke tentatively, "We keep native bees in the back of the mountain, and if you want to eat it, there's fresh honey anytime you want it."
"Who says the master wants honey?"
His Highness's stomach sniffed and immediately betrayed His Highness with a squeal.
The old man heard the child's grumbling stomach growl, so he smiled and beckoned, "Go back and eat your fill first, Old Qiu bought two pounds of pig head meat today."
His Highness's stomach forced His Highness to follow the old man to dinner.
In order to make this martial arts training wizard drop his guard, after eating, the two old men pretended to take a lunch break, trying to make the teenager more comfortable.
The two faked a nap, secretly watching the teenager move.
Lu Qian was likewise observing the movements of the two old men.
Hearing the old man's rising and falling snores, Lu Qian immediately dodged out the door silently.
"That's just it, if he really has no intention of worshipping the master, let him go down the mountain." The Sword Saint sighed regretfully, "It's just too bad that he has this talent."
Old man Xu said unwillingly, "This kid just refuses to trust us."
"Slow down!" Sword Saint suddenly raised his hand to keep him quiet.
After a moment of silence, the Sword Saint looked at Sect Leader Xu in surprise, "He didn't go down the mountain, but instead headed to the back of the mountain."
Old man Xu: "...... Go, let's go and take a look."
A moment later.
The two high men held their breath with luck and hid outside the window, and watched the young man with a cold look ...... lick a small piece of the hive in the backwoods hut, and then walk out of the door pretending that nothing had happened--.
A head-to-head encounter with two high profile people.
His Highness, who stole the honey, looked calm: "Master is looking for the way down the mountain."
Kensei pointed to the corner of his mouth and reminded him, "You still have honey on the corner of your mouth."
Lu Qian licked not even to lick the honey in the corner of his mouth, against the corner of the mouth of the traces of the crime, justified sophistry: "Master had eaten honey before leaving the capital."
Old man Xu side-stepped and poked, "Then you haven't washed your face in months, have you?"
Lu Qian was fearless: "A man doesn't care about pain and dirt."
The Sword Saint got right to the point: "If you worship me, you'll get two pots of honey every day."
Lu Qian willed himself firmly: "Master only worships the Sword Saint as his master."
There was a staggering silence.
"I am the Sword Saint!"
"Your name is Qiu Yichen."
"Since you're going to worship the Sword Saint, you should always know that the Sword Saint's name is Qiu Yichen, and what kind of person has the surname of Sword Saint! This name is the jianghu people's elevation of me!"
His Highness looked Old Man Qiu up and down suspiciously, "You don't even have a sword."
The Sword Saint was painfully clear: "All of us returning to the swim physique are natural swordsmen, hiding sword qi in the invisible, when there is qi in heaven and earth, then there is a sword in our hands."
Lu Qian looked indifferent: "Can't understand."
The Sword Saint merged his fingers for luck and suddenly swung at the saber at Lu Qian's waist-
A soft thud.
Lu Qian looked down and realized that the hilt of his blade had been sliced off in one piece.
The Sword Saint looked at the teenager with his arms crossed, "This is my sword, how is it?"
Lu Qian suddenly knelt down on one knee, tilted his head and cupped his fists, "Master, my son has a favor to ask."
"Hey! You changed your mind too fast!" Old man Xu stormed out, "I split the tree that day and didn't see you worship me as a master, old Qiu chipped away at a wooden hilt of your knife and you called him master?!"
"Son?" The Sword Saint frowned at the teenager, "What exactly are you ......"
Lu Qian looked solemn and said, "Fifth brother is trapped in the hands of the Khitan, my son is in urgent need of a fast horse to return to the capital to seek help, there can be no delay."
The author has something to say:
There were once two cubs placed in front of Yao Yao, one stealing milk in the middle of the night and one acting chivalrously, but unfortunately Yao Yao did not cherish them.
If the heavens could give another chance, Xue Yao would definitely not hesitate to carry the stolen milk cub and run!
Yes this is the one!