Seiwa

Yang Duo put down the document, loosened his neckline, leaned wearily on the quilt of the chair, and pinched his forehead.

A strand of forehead hair hangs down, pressing on the end of the eyebrows, and the black eyes add a touch of coldness.

In front of people, he rarely showed fatigue.This was the case in the previous life, and it is the same in this life.

The one and only time has been deeply buried in the memory, and every time I think of it, it is like tearing a bloodstain, and it hurts my heart.

The 11th year of Xuanwu...

Yang Duo stood up and walked to the window, his handsome face was reflected on the window glass, his eyes were dark and mysterious, but also with a hint of sadness.

"It's time to snow."

The low voice flows in the room, like the key to open the memory.

Time is like a river of sand, flowing slowly, bringing Yang Duo's thoughts back to hundreds of years ago...

The clouds are low pressure, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers are falling, one after another, whitening northern Xinjiang.

In front of Uncle Xingning's mansion, white flags hung high, and the white lanterns made a muffled sound when they were hit by the snow blown in the wind.

The sound of chanting is mixed with the sound of wooden fish, accompanied by misty smoke, lingering in front of the mourning hall.

Yang Duo was dressed in plain clothes and stood in front of the hall for a long time.His whole body was icy cold, his hair was snow white, but his figure was still tall and straight.

"Master Hou?"

Yang Duo is no longer the commander of Jinyiwei. He has been granted the title of Marquis and enjoys double the salary.The current Commander of Jin Yiwei is just a knife in his hand, just like he is to the emperor.

This knife has no scabbard.

One step forward is hell, and one step back will be beyond redemption.

The knife cannot have thoughts, it can only chop and kill according to the order of the knife holder until the day the knife breaks.

He reached into his arms, tightly clutching a purse, with such strength that he almost crushed the wooden whistle inside.

There were no tears on Yang Duo's face, but his eyes were red.The commander of Jin Yiwei who just spoke out couldn't help but shivered, took half a step back, and didn't dare to speak again.

The worshiping court officials came and left again.

Only Yang Duo stood in front of the spirit for a long time, like a statue, neither making a sound nor leaving.

"Marquis Yang."

The old voice and the slightly stooped figure finally attracted Yang Duo to turn his eyes.

"Mr. Baichang."

Bai Yan pushed away—wanted—the little official who was helping him, "Our family isn't that old yet."

"Duke Baichang came to pay homage to Duke Xingguo?"

"Yes, our family risked their lives to come here from Nanjing just to see Grandpa Guo for the last time..." Bai Yanhui's voice became choked up, "I don't want to, I still haven't seen him."

As he spoke, he couldn't help being sad, and tears spilled on his clothes.

"Eunuch Zheng is gone, Eunuch Hou is gone, and the year before last, Eunuch Wang is gone too. Now, the old man who followed the late emperor is the only one left in our family... They left, and our family can still say a few words, Duke Guo Grandpa left, but..."

Touching the scene, Bai Yan broke down in tears when he mentioned the sad part.

Yang Duo didn't speak.

Seeing too much life and death, has become a little numb.

Family members, peers, old enemies, rivals, all leave one by one, leaving endless loneliness for the living.

Cheng Guogong, Wei Guogong, Dingguogong, Marquis of Wuyang, Marquis of Wuan, Bo Xingning... How many famous and noble generals, without blood on the battlefield, are no match for the years after all.

Emperor Taizong, Emperor Gaozong, King Ping... the remaining kings of Zhao, who are over seventy years old, still insist on going to sea.

Perhaps, Zhao Wangcai lived the most free and easy life, the most wanton, and the happiest.

Bai Yanhui didn't leave, and stayed in the mourning hall with Yang Duo, as if he was grieving, but also remembering.Today I come to send off Xing Guogong, tomorrow, maybe it will be my turn.

Honorable military officers, familiar and unfamiliar, walked past the hall one by one.

There are not many civil servants, but they are full of weight.

Six heavenly officials, three cabinet ministers, and Yang Shiqi, the chief assistant of the cabinet, personally wrote a eulogy, and sent it to the funeral in person without the hands of others.

"Once Duke Xingguo leaves, life will be so lonely."

Like Yang Duo, Yang Shiqi rarely loses his composure in front of others.From the Yongle Dynasty to the present, if you look at the senior officials in the court, they can stand firm through the three dynasties like him.

Among civil servants, apart from Xia Yuanji, the former Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, only Yang Shiqi "dare" to have a sincere relationship with Meng Qinghe.

Nowadays, the military officers of the Yongle Dynasty are gradually withering, leaving only a few people such as the British Duke.Most of the civil servants are new faces, and old people like Yang Shiqi are rare.

When they leave, the glory of the Yongle Dynasty will eventually sink into history and be replaced by the latecomers.

The eulogy was reduced to ashes in the flames, Yang Shiqi saluted, turned and left.

Since then, the number of civil servants who have come to worship has gradually increased.

Impatient to see these people's attitudes, Bai Yan got up and left, and Yang Duo didn't stay any longer.

Before leaving, he let go of his fingers and put the purse together with the wooden whistle inside into the brazier.

This life is over, but the obsession has not disappeared.If he wants to be reborn, will the gods and Buddhas take care of him based on what he has done?

Stepping out of the mansion gate, a Jinyiwei commander Tongzhi stepped forward two steps and whispered something in Yang Duo's ear.

"Master Hou, do you see?"

"Old rules."

There was no ups and downs in the voice, but the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow.

Duke Xingguo is dead, just like a lamp is extinguished, and his name after death is beyond his power.

But he is still alive.

If you can't ask for it, you will protect it.

Live one day, protect one day until he dies.

"Master Hou, these two are historians, are they really going to Beizhen Fusi?"

Yang Duo didn't say anything, the commander of Jinyiwei said: "According to Lord Hou's will, in front of the Holy Majesty, I will tell the truth."

"Yes."

The next day, two historians who recorded the lives of the courtiers were invited to Fusi, Jinyiwei North Town, to drink tea.

In the same month, the officials made repeated visits to impeach Jin Yiwei for being domineering.

The emperor ignored it, and the cabinet ministers headed by Yang Shiqi didn't say a word about it.

After many times, the courtiers gradually began to understand that the emperor and the cabinet had the same position.It can't be said that Jin Yiwei's arrest is the emperor's intention.Thinking deeply, it is better to say that the emperor is protecting Duke Xingguo than indulging Jin Yiwei.

Thinking of the teacher-student friendship between Duke Xingguo and Jinshang, the speaker who had the most fun jumping before was already sweating and silent...

After that, how long has passed, and how long has he protected her?

One year, or two years?

It's been too long, I can't remember.

Just remember that when he died, he still had obsessions, but he had no regrets.

Withdrawing his thoughts, subconsciously put his hand into his bosom, it was empty.

Spread out your palms, close them, spread them out again, and then forcefully close the window.The coolness seeped in from between the fingers, and the cold face was suddenly stained with a smile.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-lasting resentment, not being able to ask, not being able to let go.

In his previous life, he couldn't ask for it, but he still had obsessions.

If you can't ask for anything in this life, maybe you can let it go?

Even if you still can't let go, two lives have passed, and three lives will come again, so what?

Give up easily, so what about obsession.

Three births, four births, follow your heart's wish, bitterness is also sweetness.

Deep laughter came from the unsealed door, Assistant Ji and Manager Li standing in front of the door felt chills at the same time.

Everyone in the Yang family, all employees who have a certain understanding of the president, know that whether Mr. Yang smiles or not, cannot be interpreted from common sense.Like Assistant Ji, he is more willing to face cold faces every day, at least "safe".

"Cough!" Assistant Ji coughed and put on a smiling face, "I just remembered that there are still things that have not been dealt with. Manager Li can leave this project to Mr. Yang himself."

When the words fell, he didn't wait for Manager Li to speak, but only when he agreed, he turned around and left.

Manager Li grasped the proposal, clenched a fist with one hand, his joints creaked, and his inch-long hair stood on end.

Another trick for this surname Ji!

again?

Manager Li was slightly stunned, then shook off the inexplicable thoughts that flashed through his mind, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door of the president's office.

Whether Mr. Yang is in a good or bad mood at the moment, whether Manager Li will pass the level successfully or be frozen into a popsicle... Assistant Ji, who returned to the office area, said that it has nothing to do with him that a dead fellow Taoist will not die poor.

So, even after 600 years, Jin Yiwei will still be Jin Yiwei, and Ji Gang will be Ji Gang after all.