There was a strong smell of Chinese medicine in the room, and I lit a dozen candles as thick as my arms.

As soon as I walked in, I could clearly feel a heat coming to my face. The agarwood was burning in the incense burner in the corner of the wall, which made me feel very relaxed.

I saw Lu Bing struggling to get up from a Hu bed, but unfortunately his eyes were blind and his hands slashed in the air a few times. His body lost its balance and suddenly fell from Hu bed to the ground. A large stack of books fell to the ground with him.

"Crash!" With a sound, the ground was covered with pieces of paper, the cold wind entered the house, and the ears were filled with the sound of pages turning.

Compared with the day the test results of the same township exam was released, Lu Bing seemed to have become a different person.

Wu Jie remembered that although Lu Bing was thin at that time, he was still energetic. He was supported by two servants, his eyes were full of glory and imposing. But now he is so thin that he can't see any flesh, his face has turned into a skeleton, and his skin is also dry and dry. His bright eyes are as uninspired as two cold stones.

The most terrifying thing is that his hands and feet have completely turned black and are obviously necrotic.

Lu Bing's complexion was so gray that he could no longer be defeated, and his whole body was covered with a sense of death.

This can be seen from his terrifying expression. In the face of the great life and death, even the glorious Duke Lu, who had been in the prestigious life, became weak.

This is a standard sign of end-stage diabetes, with physiological failure.

When diabetes reaches the later stages, the patient will become blind and paralyzed with hands and feet. Wu Jie has seen a patient who has amputated his limbs due to this disease in modern society.

In ancient times without insulin, Lu Bing became like this now, and Wu Jie was not surprised.

It can be seen that he was in such pain, but Wu Jie felt sad and was about to reach out to help him.

Jiajing suddenly shouted loudly: "Let him stand up by himself, he will be the commander of the Jinyiwei, my personal army leader, needs help, do you need pity?"

"Long live!" Lu Bing raised his head, tears still flowing out of his eyes that were no longer as colorful as a spring water: "My legs are broken, I can't stand up."

"I have a crutch with my legs broken. I have ten steps to your right. I will take it and then stand up and talk to me." Jiajing looked cold and stern: "I know you are going to die. I will definitely have something to say before I die, and I will definitely mention your friendship with me. Okay, now I am here, right in front of you. When I was a child, you never wouldn't kneel down and say that there is no distinction between friends. I only talk about friendship, not about superiority and inferiority. I also agreed back then. My whole life has passed. In the last side, I will not allow you to lie down and speak. Stand up!"

This sound even louder, and Jiajing's clear water face began to twist.

"Yes, since Long Lively asked me to stand up and talk, I will stand up." Lu Bing slowly stretched out his hand, supported his body with his hands, and moved forward little by little.

His body was extremely weak, and for him, these short ten steps were as long as a natural disaster.

Take a step and stop and rest for a while.

The room was filled with his heavy breathing sounds, like a wounded beast gasping for breath.

"Okay, right, that's it, this is the Lu Bing I know." Jiajing said loudly: "In the eyes of others, you, Lu Bing, are the young master of the turbid world, and are always modest, cautious and polite to others. But I know that you have a tiger in your heart, always roaring in the dead of night. When you killed Xia Yan, you occasionally showed your strength. When you were rescued in the fire, I heard your howling with your own ears, and you were carrying a man. Lu Bing, stand up, I ordered you, will you dare to resist the order?"

"No, I dare not!" Two flush suddenly appeared on Lu Bing's face, and crystal beads of sweat were oozing out on his forehead and nose.

"Ha!" He jumped forward suddenly, as if he threw himself out.

"Do!" The head hit the corner of the wall, and a big and small wound was broken, but there was no inside.

But the crutch had been pinched into the hand and stood up steadily: "My minister Lu Bing, I will not be disgrace to you!"

Wu Jie's eyes heated up and turned his head to the side.

"Okay!" Jiajing sat on Hu's bed, lifted the ebony Ruyi from the pillow, and knocked on the table: "Lu Bing, are you still afraid now?"

Lu Bing turned his head and looked for the emperor's direction, but he showed a calm smile on his face. He no longer had the sad and fear he had before: "Thank you, Master, I am not afraid now!"

"Haha, haha!" Jiajing laughed loudly: "Even if there is a thousand-year iron threshold, you must finally have a steamed bun. This is written by Wu Shizhen in "The Stone Story" and I will give it to you today. Didn't you just say that you are afraid of death, but I am not afraid. You are the minister I value the most, and you are not afraid. In a hundred years of life, there will always be the day when you and my king and minister have been majestic for a lifetime, but why does it look down upon you but people look down on you?"

"Yes, I'm not afraid anymore, I've seen through it." Lu Bing also laughed loudly, the flush on his cheeks became even brighter, as if it was about to drip out of water.

Wu Jie knew that this was Lu Bing's last moment, but he was very impressed by Jiajing.

When a person dies, he always has many memories of this world, especially the princes and nobles, who have been rich and honored for a lifetime, and are full of horror for the unknown future.

In modern society, there is a saying that hospice care is the service staff who will adjust their mentality to the patient during the period before his death, and must let the deceased walk calmly and decently.

I have to say that Jiajing is a psychological expert in adjusting Lu Bing, and can arouse the ambition and stubbornness in Lu Bing's heart in the shortest time.

Of course, this method is too intense and too alternative.

"It's good to be no longer afraid. I see through it, but it's not right." Jiajing smiled indifferently, and the Ruyi in his hand hit the table again, making a crisp sound: "Lu Wenfu, seeing that you have a pot of tea at most, you can have time to work hard, so hurry up and say something. I know you must ask for a price in front of me. I have seen this in my childhood, not surprising." "Okay, since I say so, I will say something boldly. After I die, can I let Lu Yi succeed to the position of commander of the Jinyiwei?"

"No." Another "don't" sounded, and Ruyi knocked on the table: "I have someone else to choose the commander of Jinyi's personal army. The appointment and removal of officials is a country's important weapon, and it is not something you can interrupt. Also, after you die, your sons and grandchildren will have to mourn for three years and must resign from all positions."

"Yes, I knew that Long Sui Ye would not agree. It would be better for Lu Ada to be a thousand households in the southern yamen of the Jinyiwei. I continued." Lu Bing smiled silently: "After I die, my descendants will be mourning for three years. However, Your Majesty can give a kind order to seize love."

"Haha, you still want to keep your sons' positions, no!" Ruyi continued to knock on the table.

"Ah Da, I can do it, the second brother is OK... Otherwise, your Majesty, you can take away my grandson Lu Chang's love. It depends on the past relationship, long live the emperor, my long live emperor!"

When Wu Jie heard Lu Bing mention Lu Chang who was far away in Yangzhou, he was so proud.

"It seems that your ultimate goal is to save your grandson! No!" Jiajing responded coldly, and knocked on the table again.

While Wu Jie felt sad, he felt an inexplicable funny thing.

These two men are not monarchs and ministers, and they are about to die when they see Lu Bing, but they bargain here like merchants.

"Then there is nothing to do." Lu Bing shook his head and sighed: "Your heart is as iron as iron! I can only make a bad decision?"

"Oh, you said."

This is Lu Bing's only purpose. The reason why he used to act like a vendor in front of the emperor was to lay the groundwork for this last sentence.

Wu Jie also paid attention.

Lu Bing suddenly bent down with difficulty, miraculously found a letter from the pile of manuscripts, stroked it for a long time, and then said: "This letter is about to be sent to Yangzhou. I have already recruited the elders of the Lu family to discuss it. I have signed and sealed it. I just need to send it out and it will take effect immediately. I want to ask the emperor to give mercy and approve my last request."

However, Jiajing did not ask what was written in the letter first, and said in surprise: "Lu Bing, aren't you blind? How could you pick this letter out of so many manuscripts? It's not a pretending thing, right?"

Lu Bing slowly stood up, but said, "Your Majesty is careful."

Perhaps it was because of the loss of vitality, Lu Bing's sweat on his body, and there was already a white breath on his forehead.

This situation is full of comedy, and it is not like saying goodbye to the dying person.

Wu Jie couldn't help but want to shout: It's going to die, be serious!

He interrupted, "Your Majesty, Mr. Lu is really blind. People with blind eyes have the elf ears. At this moment, the wind is strong outside, and the breeze enters the room and flips the pages. Each book has different weights, different materials, and different sounds. Ordinary people cannot hear it, but Mr. Lu can distinguish it without error."

Lu Bing turned his head to Wu Jie and nodded slightly.

Jiajing said "Ha!" and said, "I understand. The sound of this letter being blown by the wind is different from other books. It is easy to find it. Wu Jie is good, careful enough, and carefulness is also a kind of talent."

Lu Bing also smiled: "That's true, Your Majesty, I just feel refreshed and enjoyed unprecedentedly. I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore."

He urged him to get up.

Jiajing snorted: "What are you anxious about? I haven't left yet, and you are not yet dead. Then he said, this is the last request. If there is no problem, I will be sure."

"Long live thank you." Lu Bing's voice became clear: "This year, Lu Chang, as the grandson of the Lu family, came to the capital for no reason to pay tribute to his elders, and did not even bring back a letter. Such a naughty, absurd, unfaithful and unfilial evil, was a man of human skin. The elders in our Lu family agreed to open up Lu Chang's clan. Lu Shuang ran away from home to escape marriage, which caused the reputation of our Lu family to be greatly damaged and everyone was shamed.

He reported to the Shuntian Prefecture Office and opened the resignation and the Lu family had no relationship with these two people since then."

"Ah!" Wu Jie was stunned.

"You really want to keep a seedling of the Lu family!" Jiajing mentioned Ruyi and settled it in mid-air. After a long time, he threw it to Wu Jie: "My heart is as iron, my heart is as iron, but I can't do it anymore. Let it go, it's accurate!"

Then he got up and strode out of the room.

A deep singing sounded: "The heaven and earth are furnaces, and creation is craftsmanship; yin and yang are charcoal, and all things are copper. If the news is scattered, how can there be constant? There is no end to the extreme. Suddenly, when you become a human being, how can you control it? If you turn into a foreign object, what can you worry about! If you know that you are selfish, you are cheap and noble; if you understand the great view of others, you will be invisible."

The world is a big furnace, and fate is the worker who burns fire, and Yin and Yang are the fuel. Everything in the world is like being smelted in a furnace.

Or as Buddhism says: Everything is suffering.

"Mr. Lu, Wu Jie is gone." Wu Jie hurriedly bowed: "Mr. Lu..."

But Lu Bingzhu stood at the door with a crutch, looking at the direction where Jiajing was heading away.

Outside there was a starry sky, and the eyes were blinded and there was a flash of light.

I don't know if it's stars or tears.

But the person stopped moving.

ps: I don’t like writing such plots, but I still can’t avoid them. Lu Bing was a very complicated person in history and could not be summarized in one sentence or two sentences. I don’t want to put too much in this book, just cut a few clips.

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