No second minister

Xu Borong was the longest dream Yue Zhi had ever had, during which he also woke up intermittently, but now that he really woke up, he felt that he was still in a dream.

It was snowing that day, and the more he insisted on getting drunk, he forced himself into the crowded crowd with the help of alcohol, as if he could get rid of loneliness by doing so.

People who come and go only know which family he is a lunatic, but how can a lunatic hold on to other people's books?

He drank too much of Xu Borong's pear blossom wine, and he couldn't taste it anymore. He had read Xu Borong's favorite war books, and he didn't dare to go the way Xu Borong had walked, and he couldn't even refute the slander Xu Borong suffered. My strength is gone.

Then moved to Ningdu.

He lived in Ningyuan, the northern capital, for a few days, but he was in a daze all day long, not knowing who brought him here?

I don't remember exactly, maybe it's Jiangliuju?

Or his servant?

hiss.

The strong wine enters the throat and burns directly into the lungs.

"Chengye, wake up."

The voice was cold and outrageous, as if when meeting Xu Borong for the first time, he was holding a long gun, a little bit of bright red flowed down from the silvery white slowly, but the more he persisted, the drunker he was, the more confused he should remember, Xu Borong said to him at that time: " mount."

mount?

Where are the horses here?

Yue Zhi waved his arms, the wine in the wine jug overflowed because of his actions, the wine can forget the worries, maybe so.

Jiang Liuju looked at Yue Zhi and started messing around again but never said a word. He originally wanted to hand over the real will, but every time he looked at Yue Zhi's lifeless face, it seemed that his heart and lungs were being slowed down, and Yue Zhi didn't hate anyone , and does not accept anyone, everything is his own doing.

Yue Zhi's every breath is cold, his heart is dead, and the remaining empty shell can't support Xu Borong's dream.

"forgive me."

Jiang Liuju didn't know who he was talking to.

Yue Zhi straddled the stone well, seeing this, the servant hurriedly rushed up, Jiang Liuju didn't stop him, but saw the servant rushing to hold Yue Zhi's hand cursing.

"Horse, don't pull me, don't pull me off the horse, prince, prince."

No one could understand the slurred words in the drunkard's mouth. The drunkard was too strong, he pulled him down, and he crawled back, repeating this over and over again. Tears are something else.

Wuming came here a few days ago, he said he came to see Yuezhi for the last time, and Yuezhi closed the door to see him, but Wuming insisted on seeing him.

He waited a whole night in front of Jiang's mansion without eating or sleeping, and he lit up the lamp. When he opened the gate, he almost thought he had run into a ghost.

Wuming's weakened body looks very sick, but his eyes are particularly bright.

"What are you looking for from me?"

At that time, Yue Zhi was still somewhat sober.

"I wanted to keep some things from you. It wasn't good for you, but Xu Borong didn't want me to say it, but now I have to leave and go far away. If I don't say it, no one will know."

He probably expected it.

"He is dead."

The implication is that nothing can change the fact that he is dead.

"If you really thought he was dead and accepted that he was dead, you would never act so recklessly."

"My life is meaningless, so can I be unrestrained?"

Naturally not.

"Century obsession."