The King of Huyi had passed away. The Second Duke and the Third Duke were also dead.
Marquis Pingyang and the others who rebelled were all locked up in prison.
In the end, the Marquis of the Southern Kingdom won the battle!
He announced to the outside world that Marquis Pingyang intended to rebel and massacred them. He arrived in time with the deceased King's son and immediately mobilized the army to save the Marquis.
In the end, he was able to control the situation.
The courtiers who were imprisoned by Li Qiao were all rescued. All of them were grateful.
All of them surrendered.
They made Bai Yin the King.
However, the national mourning lasted for half a month, so the coronation ceremony had to be postponed.
Gong Chi finally got his revenge. He also fulfilled his promise and returned to his hometown with his son's ashes.
From then on, he no longer interfered with the affairs of the court.
He went into seclusion.
The carriage of the Gong Residence left Gaoding City and soon reached the official road.
It snowed heavily on the third day of the first lunar month.
The snowflakes were dense and almost blocked people's vision.
Because it was the New Year, there were only a few people on the bustling official road.
Inside the carriage, Gong Chi was wrapped in a coat and holding an urn of ashes in his hands.
At this moment, the knot in his heart had been untied!
He heaved a sigh of relief!
"Shilin, I will bring you back to your hometown. I will never come back again."
He never thought that such a decision would make him feel so relaxed!
Because to him, there was nothing left to worry about now. He just wanted to live the rest of his life guarding his son's ashes.
That was the greatest comfort.
Outside, the cold wind whistled past, causing the curtains to flutter …
"Selling hot plum porridge."
"Selling hot plum porridge."
A hawker on the official road shouted.
Hearing that, Gong Chi lifted the curtain and looked outside.
There was a stall by the roadside, white smoke billowing out of it. There were two tables under the shed.
A shopkeeper in his late sixties was selling plum porridge.
That was Gong Shilin's favorite when he was alive!
"Stop!"
The groom pulled the reins and stopped the carriage.
"Master?"
Gong Chi carried the ashes out of the carriage and said to the groom, "Let's rest here."
"Okay!" The groom hurriedly led the carriage to the side.
The shopkeeper welcomed them warmly.
Two bowls of plum porridge were served.
Gong Chi took a bite. The taste was just right.
The shopkeeper asked, "Sir, do you like it?"
He nodded.
He smiled.
"Sir, where are you going?"
"Go home."
"Where is your home?"
"A small town in the south." Gong Chi was very talkative. He continued to talk about his hometown.
It was a very beautiful place.
The boss smiled and gave him another bowl of plum blossom porridge.
"My plum blossom porridge is the best. If you like it, please have two more bowls."
After that, he went to work.
Gong Chi gazed at the vast expanse of whiteness in front of him, feeling extremely comfortable.
For the past few decades, he had been working in the officialdom, scheming against each other and scheming against each other every day. It had been a long time since he stopped to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers.
Actually, it was not a bad thing to take off his official robes.
He finally understood the feelings of those poets who lived like wild cranes and leisurely clouds.
He couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful!" The boss happened to hear it and continued, "It's rare for Huyi to have such a beautiful scenery after such a long period of heavy snow this year. However, although this beautiful scenery is beautiful, there are also disadvantages! A few days ago, I saw a deer scurrying around in the forest looking for food. When it snows in winter, there is no food in the forest at all. I wonder how many animals have starved to death! However, I can't blame the heavens. It knew that winter was coming, so it should have stocked up earlier. If it starved to death, it deserved it! As the saying goes,
What's the use of it!
Don't you think so, sir? "
After Gong Chi heard this, he fell into deep thought.
He silently put down the plum blossom porridge in his hand!
There was no response.
Seeing that it was getting late, the coachman reminded, "Master, let's hurry up. Otherwise, we won't be able to make it when it gets dark."
"Okay."
Gong Chi took out an ingot of silver and placed it on the table.
After the coachman pulled the carriage over, he boarded the carriage and left.
The boss picked up the silver on the table and looked in the direction of the carriage leaving with a cold smile.
Gong Chi sat in the carriage and felt a chill run down his spine …
He leaned his head against the wall of the carriage and hugged Gong Shilin's urn tightly.
Black-purple blood gradually flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't shout. He just sat there quietly. In his mind, the boss's words echoed, "It's rare for Huyi to have such a beautiful scenery after such a long period of heavy snow this year. However, this beautiful scenery is beautiful, but there's also something bad about it! A few days ago, I saw a deer scurrying around in the forest looking for food. It's snowing in winter, and there's no food in the forest at all. I don't know how many animals have starved to death! However, I can't blame the heavens. It knew that winter was coming, so it should have stocked up earlier. If it starved to death, it deserved it! As the saying goes,
Don't you think so?
Don't you think so, sir? "
As the saying goes, "Don't you think so?"
This was what he had planted!
In the end, he still couldn't escape.
The curtains were lifted by the wind from time to time. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked outside.
It's so beautiful outside!
The forest is so beautiful!
A few snowflakes blew in along with the cold wind.
They landed on him and the urn.
He said, "Shilin, Dad must … must bring you home."
He slowly closed his eyes …
Humans had to bear the consequences of what they had planted.
It was the same for everyone!
No one could escape.
…
The Southern Marquis's Manor.
The candlelight was dim in the room with the windows closed.
The woman's long hair was loose and she was dressed in black. Her eyes were dull as she sat by the bed. Her face was pale and haggard.
Her eyes were sunken and bloodshot.
In just three days, she had lost so much weight that she didn't look like a human.
In her hands, she held the broken armor.
The armor was stained with blood.
She sat there in a daze, motionless.
The ice-cold scales lay quietly under her fingertips.
Three days ago, Lang Po had personally handed this armor to her.
He told her, "Your Highness was trapped in the fire. The beam … fell down. I was useless and couldn't save Your Highness."
At that time, she didn't cry or shout.
She just held the armor and locked herself in this room.
For three days and three nights, she didn't say a word.
No matter who knocked on the door, she wouldn't listen!
After an unknown amount of time, she slowly got up, dragged her tired body, and walked to the door step by step. She opened the door.
The light shone in from the outside, and it was dazzling.
She narrowed her eyes, and it took her a while to recover her vision.
At this time, the Southern Marquis's manor was hung with white silk.
White lanterns were hung everywhere.
The funeral was visible!
The Southern Marquis, Third Master, and Lang Po were all outside.
Seeing that she finally came out of the room, the Southern Marquis was worried and went to check on her.
"Yunshu?"
She just asked calmly, "Where is she? Did you find her? "
She?
The Southern Marquis didn't know what to say.
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