Not long after Qin Feng's carriage disappeared, another carriage left Hengshan Academy, swaying slowly and slowly towards the imperial city. The summer breeze was slightly cool, and the waning moon was like a hook, giving it an inexplicable air of sadness.

Old Mr. Cheng Wu leaned against the carriage holding the white cloth, with his eyes slightly closed, humming a strange melody in his mouth. The old man driving the carriage looked as calm as water, but the speed was slow.

When we got outside the palace, we could see the majestic buildings of the palace in the distance. To the old man, the shadows in the night were like beasts devouring people. But from a distance, there was a chilling atmosphere, and the carriage was swaying.

The ground stopped.

Sensing the changes in the carriage, Mr. Cheng Wu opened his eyes and said decisively: "Move forward."

"Yes, sir." The old man drove the carriage forward and stopped when the palace guards saw them.

The emblem on the carriage was clear, it was the carriage of Hengshan Academy. The soldiers guarding the city immediately retreated. This is the benefit of reputation. Mr. Cheng Wu walked out of the carriage holding the white cloth and walked towards the emperor step by step.

city.

I don't know how much time passed before he stopped. The old man stepped forward and opened the long piece of cloth with him. Old Si turned back to the carriage and took out his pen and ink. Mr. Cheng Wu's white robe seemed to reflect light in the moonlight.

When he picked up the pen, he started writing like a god!

When the ink characters were written on the white cloth one by one, the old man's originally slightly cloudy eyes suddenly became clear, and he wrote with energy. If he turned around, he would definitely see the tears in the eyes of the old man behind him!

When the sky was about to get bright, the last stroke was just finished. The ink was still full at the end, and a ball of ink fell at the end of the stroke...

The lump fell on the white cloth and was quickly stained. I don't know how much ink was consumed in this short half-night, and I also changed three pens. Mr. Cheng Wu brushed his robe, slowly knelt down, and faced the Zichen Hall.

He kowtowed three times in the direction: "Long live my emperor!"

The old man's voice sounded rich at the last moment. The guards guarding the city were finally alert, and one of them quickly ran into the palace. At this moment, Mr. Cheng Wu said with great pride: "Pour the wine!

"

The old man presented a bowl of wine with red eyes. Mr. Cheng Wu smiled and drank it in one gulp. He held the empty cup in both hands, placed it safely on the ground, and let out a long sigh of relief: "

It’s such a nice day today.”

When the sky was dimming, Emperor Yuan, who had gone around a long way to get the news, walked out of the palace gate. He saw the ground was completely white in the distance. His heart tightened and he ran over quickly. He saw that his pace was getting faster and faster.

, as if he was about to run, Eunuch Hong was also anxious.

"Your Majesty, please slow down, be careful of falling!" Eunuch Hong trotted to catch up. Seeing Emperor Yuan's increasingly hasty pace, he shouted anxiously. However, when he saw the scene in front of him, Eunuch Hong couldn't help but become speechless.

Staring wide open!

Not far from the palace gate, white cloth was spread on the ground, like white flags, and Mr. Cheng's white clothes looked particularly bright.

He knelt on his knees, with his head hanging slightly, his hands on his knees, and even a faint smile on his lips. Lao Si, who was kneeling behind him, was lying on the ground with most of his body, already crying uncontrollably.

Emperor Yuan's heart tightened, and he quickly came to Mr. Cheng. Regardless of his status as the Supreme Being, he knelt on his knees and put his fingers between the old man's nose. Unable to feel his breathing, Emperor Yuan took a breath:

"gentlemen!"

Eunuch Hong looked at the cloth on the ground. How could ordinary cloth be used to write on? This cloth was made of silk. Is this a silk book left behind?

Looking at the content above, Eunuch Hong's eyes were filled with shock. Following Emperor Yuan's cry of pain, he slowly knelt down and held the fly whisk in his arms. At this time, it happened to be dawn, and the morning light bloomed through the clouds.

But a star has fallen.

When the bad news came, Qin Feng was sitting in the courtyard of the princess's mansion. In front of him was a knee-high table. Three incense burners were burning in the incense burner on it. They had already been burned to the roots and were full of ashes.

The footsteps behind him were very light. Qin Feng did not raise his head, but he smelled an elegant fragrance. The next moment, a pair of arms passed under his armpits and hugged him silently.

Qin Feng subconsciously tilted his head back and leaned into the arms of the person behind him. He choked and said, "I could have saved him so that he would not have to die to clarify his ambitions or to defend the reputation of the Cheng family and Hengshan Academy, but I couldn't.

I don't."

No actual action was taken, no obstruction was taken, even without Long Qi, just one Jing Wuming was enough to knock Mr. Cheng Wu unconscious and forcefully take him away to Kuya. He could also rely on his words to persuade this stubborn old man.

Sir, he didn't say a word.

He chatted with the old man and described to him a space that was completely different from that of East Vietnam. He talked as much as possible about the world he had built. The topic even extended to aerospace technology, but he was insightful and did not say anything to dissuade him.

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"You didn't save him, but you fulfilled him."

Xiao Lingyao has never seen such a fragile Qin Feng. He has always been like a weed emerging from the ground, seemingly insignificant. His growth is so gentle and without trace, but he slowly grows stronger until he can lift the pressure.

The boulder on top of him.

But now, he was kneeling on the ground, leaning in her arms, like a baby who had done something wrong, helpless and confused. Her voice was more determined than usual: "You are not wrong."

She understands very well the nobility engraved in the bones of the literati of this dynasty. They regard talent and learning as their food, and their integrity as their destiny!

"If you send your husband to Kuya, you can save his life, but he will be a deserter from now on, abandoning his family, abandoning the academy, and abandoning the integrity in his bones, and his life will be worse than death. Your success will never be fulfilled."

It was only through interference that he left a lasting mark."

"Even after many years, some people will still remember him," Xiao Lingyao looked at the incense burner in front of him. He predicted Mr. Cheng Wu's ending in advance and lit incense in memory of him beforehand. His grief was earlier and longer than others.

: "A worthy death."

Not far away, Jing Wuming and the other three looked at the two people hugging each other and retreated silently. Their clothes blended together, but it was rare to see the master nestled in His Highness's arms. The two of them seemed to have melted together.

Together, it was too much for the three of them to stay together.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, and heard her gentle voice in his ears: "Sir, he was loyal to the emperor and asked questions. Before his death, he left a thousand-character essay to express the pros and cons of trade. He was fair and objective, without any bias. He consciously taught his granddaughter to be unkind and restrained his disciples.

Unfavorable and disgraceful to the king."

"He renounced himself in the palace to show his loyalty to the emperor." Xiao Lingyao finished speaking word by word, with tears in her eyes: "He protected the disciples of the academy, protected the reputation of the Cheng family, and saved the Cheng family from harm.
Chapter completed!