Outside the city, in front of the tombstone of Yuquan.

Pan Chong withdrew his gaze lightly, and the lantern he held was shining on his old face. There were still dark spots falling on his face. It was so charming that it seemed even more desolate and decayed. He sighed lightly: "I used to be the same dynasty as him, but now I am the Grand Tutor of a country, and I have been relied on by two generations of emperors and stood for three dynasties. But he has been in a miserable life, guarding a city gate, and finally died tragically!"

"It's all because of me..."

The old slave poured him a bottle of hot wine and whispered: "Taoshi, no one can be resurrected when they die, don't be sad."

Pan Chong took the warm rice wine, looked at the rippling wine, his eyes darkened, poured the rice wine on Yuquan's grave: "After all, I want to borrow his life, so it's okay for him to scold him, and he scolded him right..."

“I have legs but I don’t use it.”

Pan Chong gently stroked his legs like he was talking to himself. As colder today, his legs hurt more.

"For many years, whenever I travel, I will be given a carriage and horse to show respect, but I am even more unsatisfied with my actions... I am really sorry for the king's kindness..."

The old slave held the wine pot and tightened his hand, then lowered his eyes, stepped forward and bent his knees and pressed his legs for the Taishi, saying, "Taishi, the old friend has passed away. You should pity the person in front of you. Lingyin's funeral must go!"

"Well, you're right, come back!"

Pan Chong patted the old cold legs, got up, supported the old slave's hand, climbed into the carriage back to the city, and looked at the Chu Tombs that were connected one after another outside the city.

"Ruoao, Cheng, Pan, Zhou, Li, Situ, Yu..."

"One rises, one is abandoned, and the rise and fall is successful or failure in a blink of an eye."

Zhou, Situ, Yu... And who else will be next? Pan Chong sighed: "I will come here one day, sooner or later..."

"Taoshi..."

The old slave looked at Pan Chong.

"Let's go!"

Pan Chong slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the strait palace with the fog filled with lights: "I'm afraid this Zhugong is already in chaos because of Yu Quan's death."

"This emperor is the emperor and the minister."

The old slave held his composure and pressed Pan Chong's legs, and said quietly: "The chaos is natural, and the peace on the surface is only seen in the eyes of the people."

"Um!"

It seemed like a fog that could not be seen through, covering his face. Pan Chong looked back at the old slave who was talking and held his hand tightly. His old voice exuded a coldness towards time: "Since it's going to be messed up!"

"Let it get messed up sooner!"

Upon hearing this, the old slave hesitated and said, "But is the plan too violent? Your Highness has no idea whether there will be any accident..."

After being suspected by Lao Nu, Pan Chong's expression still did not change, but his eyes became sharper, and his voice was heavy: "Politics without violence and blood are not called politics at all in our Chu State. Any change of power will eventually enter the cycle of violence. She wants to transition the regime peacefully, but peace will never take the initiative to approach people..."

"Only death will happen."

...

Late at night, I returned to the mansion.

Xian Yin and others were at the door, and as soon as they heard the news, they quickly stepped forward: "Grandpa, something big happened in the Li family!"

Pan Chong calmly patted his hand and said, "Slowly talk, don't hurry."

"Old Li was sold by the prince consort today!" Xian Yin said anxiously.

"Um."

Pan Chong disagreed with Ruo Ao Ziyan's surprise that he had folded one of Li Lao's arms more, and looked at him and said, "Is there no greater news?"

“This is not big enough?”

Xian Yin was surprised.

"That's all right. Mr. Li is a juvenile person. This matter is not a big deal. Zi Yan is hitting the bird with a stick. As soon as Mr. Li returns to the city, his mind moves too quickly, so it's extraordinary." Pan Chong looked at him and asked.

"Isn't there any reaction in the palace?"

Xian Yin came to his senses, "We have not yet entered the palace to report this matter..."

"Oh, then you can enter the palace to see if you want to go to Lingyin's mansion first!"

"yes!"

Xian Yin was unclear, but Pan Chong's words always made him feel a little bad.

...

The moon is in the sky.

The day is coming to an end.

Each family could finally say goodbye and return home. Everyone wanted to escape at a flying speed, but had to suppress the steps of leaving, and said goodbye to Ruo Ao Ziyan again and promised to come again tomorrow, and refused his visit as the master.

"The prince consort doesn't need to send him off, I will come again later."

Back in the mansion, Mr. Li, who had been enduring for a day, was finally helped to his favorite soft couch, but in the past he could place his soul, he could not let him relax no matter what he did.

Kneeling for too long, his butt and legs bent... There is no place in his body that can be softened, and his arms are so painful that it will be hard to forget the pain all over his body.

At midnight, he let out a pig-killing scream.

Mr. Li's young concubines gathered around him and screamed in disbelief: "Sir, how dare he treat you like this?"

Old Li covered his right arm, which was so painful that he almost felt unconscious, gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't he dare?"

During the reign of King Chu, Mr. Li was already the Right Yin of the Dynasty.

Reliable from all parties.

It is like a fish in water when circulating among the major forces.

Even if Yue Jiao was in power, he had never treated him so roughly.

The biggest fright he suffered in his life was nothing more than being bumpy in the war and suffering from displaced. He was as smart as him and had not suffered much. But today Ruo Ao Ziyan directly destroyed his right hand as soon as he took action...

A sir!

hateful!

The doctor at home knelt on his couch tremblingly and said, "Sir, your arm..."

"Can't it be fine, right?"

Mr. Li asked gritted his teeth, holding back the pain.

"yes."

The doctor nodded.

Old Mrs. Li, even if she recovers, the loose bones will not be as intact as before.

Li Li and his brothers cried bitterly when they heard this: "Father, father, we are all useless..."

Apart from crying, his sons are indeed useless. The old father is controlled by others and dares not save him. The old father is disabled and can only cry...

Mr. Li's eyes were blazing fire and staring at the four legitimate sons was really useless. When he thought of this, he wanted to kick them all into disabled people, so that he would save himself from collecting their bodies in the future.

Finally, I could only say with a suffocation: "I went to court the day after tomorrow and told the public that my arm was broken."

"But all other adults know..."

The youngest son said blankly.

The boss Li Li immediately grabbed his mouth: "Yes, father, son understand! Then you rest first, sons will take a break first."

"roll!"

Driven away the group of waste sons, Old Li was sweating profusely. He pressed his right arm with his left hand tightly against the wooden plywood. He looked at his arms that were flexing and flexing outward with a fierce look, as if it was Ruo Ao Ziyan's back, with a dark hole.

Looking at the butler: "Have the county magistrate rushed back from Shendi?"

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment.

During these days, the family was ups and downs, and he had long forgotten the order that Mr. Li was taken hostage by Yue Jiao.

Sure enough, a teacup was thrown hard, and a loud roar exploded in the room: "Are you waste left in my Li family?"

The four sons who had not yet walked away from the door were trembling in the wind...

...

Another night passed as calm as water.

On such a peaceful night, how many people are restless?

Who knows?

...
Chapter completed!