The wind in the courtyard stopped, and there were still women crying in the distance.

Yang Guang covered his face and stood in the yard at a loss. He didn't understand what the national master said just now. As the emperor, he was slapped twice and finally got angry. He walked under the eaves, gritted his teeth, and squeezed out words between his teeth.

"National Master, what did I do wrong?!"

In the main hall, the fire gradually lit up and left to the old man. Lu Liangsheng's face was calm and he couldn't see anything. He quietly sorted out the blood-stained robe, causing Yang Guang outside to rush into the room. He shouted hysterically: "I have eliminated a threat to the court. What did I do wrong?! He is arrogant and domineering, obstructing me everywhere, wanting to be a powerful minister, and wanting to be an emperor who only knows how to play..."

Yang Guang became more and more excited as he spoke. He waved his hand and hit the door leaf. With a bang, he smashed the empty paper-pasteed door fence to the ground. The scholar over there didn't raise his eyes. He cleaned up the blood that stroked the old man's chest with his fingertips. He slowly stood up, watching Yang Su's angry face fading away, and spoke slowly.

"You did not do anything wrong... Actually, Duke Yue did nothing wrong, I slap you in the face, that's right!"

The falling wood chips were still rolling down at the emperor's feet. He was stunned when he heard this. He was not stupid. He calmed down and could figure out some things. His broken and bleeding hand slowly lowered, staring at Lu Liangsheng and the old man who had no sound. Suddenly, he seemed to figure it out bit by bit, his face turned pale, and he stumbled back and stopped before he reached the threshold. He sat down at the threshold, opened his mouth slightly, and could not say a word at all.

The candlelight in the hall swayed, and it looked like two different worlds from the night courtyard. Lu Liangsheng sat quietly beside the old man for a while, turned his head and the emperor sitting on the threshold stammered and slowly raised his face.

"All it be true?"

Lu Liangsheng did not answer, looked at the old man and patted the back of his cold hand. His voice was simple and slow: "Do you really think that a sword can kill him with a little blood and courage? He just wants you to become a wise ruler of a generation, with Wen Tao and martial arts, and become an emperor like Han Wu, but he knew that such an emperor was either born, such as the First Emperor, such as Emperor Wu of Han, one with Lu Buwei and the other with Empress Dowager Dou, and he was able to sharpen a generation of heroes... You have a strong foundation and the potential of a wise ruler, so that he wants to be your whetstone, let you see blood, let you know what the emperor should do, what kind of majesty, and what kind of means should he have.

......Duke Yue did it, your father conquered this country before you, and the rest will depend on you. Your Majesty, both of them have the expectations on your shoulders, don’t let them down.”

"I... was angry for a moment, and I didn't expect it..."

Yang Guang slowly stood up with the door, tears rolled down his face, his throat sores, and his words became choked. He walked to the table step by step, suddenly knelt down, and kowtowed heavily to the old man lying on the table.

"...I thank my uncle for his fulfillment."

The fire swayed for a moment, and Lu Liangsheng turned his face and looked at the kowtowing emperor, "Your Majesty, Duke Yue has gone, and his family will not be implicated again."

"I know."

When Yang Guang raised his face, he wiped away his tears, pursed his lips and nodded: "I will treat my uncle's family well, so that Yang Xuangan's position as the Duke of the Kingdom will never change!"

"Your Majesty, you don't need it." Lu Liangsheng looked at the old man for a while, stood up and helped the emperor up, and his face turned soft, and told Yang Guang everything Yang Suzeng said to him.

"...Duke Yue is unwilling to let his family enter the court and become officials anymore. After this matter, let them leave Chang'an and go back to his hometown. He devoted all his life to the Sui Kingdom, including his life, so he should not let his descendants bleed."

Yang Guang nodded silently.

The two stood in front of the mourning hall for a long time and recruited the mansion's supervisor. The servant asked them to handle the funeral for Yang Su and sent someone to outside the city to inform Yang Xuangan. After doing everything, it was already midnight. Yang Guang stared at the old man's mourning hall in a daze. He was also haggard. He was persuaded by Lu Liangsheng, and then left, walked out of the mansion, and calmed down his sadness. He changed into the look that the emperor should have, turned over and took the horse's back, and bowed to the scholar standing outside the mansion.

"National Master, say goodbye!"

Then, with a loud shout, he slammed his feet and ran across the long street with his belly, heading to the imperial city.

The sound of horse hooves went away. Lu Liangsheng looked at the servants in the Duke's mansion who were planning things for fun, sighed, and walked to the long street. The mist was surging in the street, and three figures faintly showed out the outline from the fog.

The man in the middle, dressed in neat clothes, gray beard, and bowed to the scholar who was coming with a solemn face: "Fellow Daoist... Thank you."

It was the dead Yang Su.

On both sides, even the Yin Crazy who came to extradite, the two ghosts naturally knew that Lu Liangsheng did not dare to neglect. After following the old man, he raised his hands and bowed his hands to show his respect. Even if the City God is here, he must be fully polite.

"I have met the National Master in the night parade."

Lu Liangsheng gave a gift to the ghost messenger. When he looked at the old man, his face was a little moved, "Duke Yue went like this? I have some popularity with the City God, so why not take a good job and continue practicing."

"Ha ha!"

On the other side, Yang Su waved his hand and thanked Lu Liangsheng for his kindness. He looked at the Duke's Mansion, which was still lit in the distance, and sighed.

"Fellow Daoist, I have already walked through my life for a lifetime and I have no regrets left. I am open and honest in my journey to the underworld, and I have made great contributions and failed, and I just carry it on both sides of my shoulders. Maybe I can meet my brother again, haha... It's the last pleasure in my life!"

After saying that, he clasped his fists and bowed, "It's almost dawn, so the two Yinshi's missions will be delayed. Fellow Daoist Lu, I'm saying goodbye!"

In the fog, the outlines of the three figures turned around and gradually dissipated into the night. Lu Liangsheng raised his sleeves to the empty streets and bowed with his hands together.

"Send to Duke Yue!"

Oh oh oh...oh oh oh...

Before the dawn of lead green, there was a rooster crowing loudly in the night. Lu Liangsheng returned to Wanshou Temple. In the dark attic, there was a window lattice with lights on it.

When he returned to the room, Hong Lian was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come back. When he saw the scholar entering the room, he knew that he had something to worry about and did not speak. He obediently helped him hang his clothes on the rack, and then put water on the towel.

"You don't ask me why you came back so late?"

Lu Liangsheng wiped his face, washed the towel and handed it to the woman. He looked at the master's sweet sleep, and sat to the desk, looking at the burning candlelight in a daze.

Behind him, his feet were light and approached quietly, floating on the table and sitting down, holding him in his arms, gently stroking his hair.

"Young Master doesn't want to say it, so I won't ask."

"An old man left, leaving open and without any concern."

The warm yellow lights reflected the figures of men and women cast on the window frame and leaned against their soft arms. Lu Liangsheng smiled and said softly.

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