The lights swayed, and the shaking light quietly illuminated the furnishings in the hall. Dugu Jialuo rolled up his sleeves, stood up, and looked around, not to mention seeing the figures, there was not even a trace of extra movement. The palace maids and eunuchs who bowed on both sides were motionless, like clay sculptures.

"Your Majesty... I didn't hear the voice of the national magistrate."

She didn't dare to say that the emperor had heard it wrong, so she turned around with her bead hairpin, but her husband leaning against the head of the bed stretched out his feet and had the strength to sit on the edge of the bed.

Seeing this scene, the queen didn't care about the national teacher. She quickly went up to support her, dragged her long skirt and squatted down, and persuaded Yang Jian to put on his shoes.

"Your Majesty, your body has not been healed yet, how can you go down to the ground... Barefoot can easily cause wind and cold..."

As he spoke, the corners of his eyes turned wet and his words became even more swallowed. The emperor sitting on the edge of the bed looked at his wife who was helping him put on shoes and socks, unconsciously stroked her hair, and strands of hair were strands across her fingertips, not only sighing.

"Gala, you still have black hair, but I have white hair."

"I just pulled off the white hair that grew. I would pull off one if I grew one..." Dugu Jialuo raised his face, squeezed out a little smile with red eyes, took off the dragon robe hanging on the rack, came over to put it on for her husband, and tied a jade belt.

"If I don't talk, I might have more gray hair than His Majesty."

This made the emperor over there laugh and pointedly: "You... or you will make me happy... Only you know what I like to hear."

Feeling his wife turning behind her back to tidy up her robes and clothes for her and getting the imperial crown, Yang Jian waved his hand.

"No need to do that, just see the national teacher alone. No need to be so grand. Queen, please go back to the palace to rest."

"yes."

There were probably some things that Dugu Jialuo wanted to say, but she knew that the husband didn't want to stay here, so she had to lower her body and bless her with a gift, opened the door of the palace and retreated, and raised her face. In the dim lights in the hall, Yang Jian's figure was blocking the slowly closed door leaf little by little until it disappeared.

"His Majesty......"

Dugu Jialuo covered her mouth and almost cried. He did not leave. Instead, he walked to the side of the palace gate. His son Yang Guang helped her sit on the chair he brought.

"Mother, it's okay. The national teacher will arrive later. The father will definitely be fine."

Over there, the woman didn't say anything, just shook her head.

Many of the civil and military officials below followed Yang Jian and built the magnificent mountains and rivers. Seeing the woman's sobbing look, she raised her head and closed her eyes one by one, and sighed.

There was silence, and in the sigh, everyone suddenly felt a breeze blowing by their side. When someone raised his head, he saw a blurry figure passing by from the middle of the civil and military officials on both sides.

"Yes... the national teacher..."

Before the man finished speaking, Min Changwen, who was standing beside him, reached out to cover his mouth: "Don't say more at this moment."

Under the palace eaves, Yang Guang, who comforted his mother, probably felt that in his dismissive sight, the blurred figure was solidified under the eaves, and it was Lu Liangsheng who was rushing back all the way.

The prince nodded to the queen on one side, without pushing the door, and walked straight through the hall gate, and followed closely.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Yang Jian sat upright on a large chair surrounded by carved golden dragons in a dragon robe. Hearing the slight footsteps, he opened his eyes slightly, and had a smile on his face.

"The national teacher is here?"

"My minister Lu Liangsheng, I'm late."

The scholar who came in through the hall gate saw the figure sitting upright reflected the candlelight. Even though there was a little blood on his face, it was still gray and white after all, and his lips were blue and black, which was a sign of oil and dryness.

"Haha... no one can tell this. Even I don't know when it will fall down. The national master sits down and talks."

Yang Jian raised his hand and waved it, asked the palace maid to bring a chair, and invited Lu Liangsheng to sit down. Seeing that he had a solemn expression, he chuckled and laughed loudly.

"The heaven has a certain degree of life and death in a person. Besides, the national master has not yet died, so why should the national master have the same expression as them?"

The loud laughter came outside, which made the ministers, queens, princess and all the relatives waiting outside stunned. They didn't understand why His Majesty laughed out loud for a moment.

"Maybe I remembered something happy..." Someone whispered.

Sleeping hall.

After the old man finished speaking, he was quiet for a while. Lu Liangsheng reached out and took out a wisp of magic power, and looked away from the other person's wrist. He felt that he was about to lose his vitality. His face was a little sad. Although he was a practitioner of Taoism, his time to practice Taoism was not as good as those fellow Taoists who had been dozens or hundreds of years, and he could not be indifferent to the kind of person who was about to die, and he was indifferent. Moreover, only when people had joys and joys, they could be considered human beings.

"Can your Majesty really face death calmly?"

"Haha...How can't it be? I dared to go to the battlefield and would die at any time. I've seen through it long ago."

Yang Jian smiled, then pursed his lips tightly, his eyes wandered a little again. He looked at Lu Liangsheng opposite him and shook his head slightly.

"But... I'm afraid that my time is too short, and the country that has been built has not yet been carefully looked at, and has not yet dressed up her more beautifully."

Looking straight at the eyes ahead, tears flowed down, wetting my clothes.

The shaking candlelight shone on the old man's face, and his thin hands wiped away the tears from his cheeks. His body leaned against the back of the chair trembled slightly, and he felt a little weak and slightly hunched.

"The world is dangerous, and we will fight each other... I can't see how far the Sui Kingdom has gone. The national teacher... I will ask you for the rest. Amo is very smart and very motivated. The more he wants to do it... the more he wants to do it as soon as possible... I am a little impatient... In the future, restrain him for me and can't hear anyone's words, so I will beat him for me... until I wake up!"

Lu Liangsheng looked at the old man, sighed, closed his eyes slightly and nodded.

"Your Majesty, don't worry."

In the candlelight, Yang Jian nodded in agreement when he saw the scholar nodding and laughed again, as if he had used up his last bit of strength and said nothing more. He put his hands off his knees, sat up straight, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile.

The old man has completed his last journey in his life.

...........

A few miles away from Chang'an, Yang Su rode his horse and whipped through the dense forests of mountains and fields. With a sudden "swing", he tightened the reins and stopped on the edge of the Wei River. He looked up at the sky with stars. A bright star dimmed, dragging his long tail and landed in the night sky.

"Your Majesty..."

Yang Su's lips were shaking, and tears appeared in her eyes. She jumped off the horse's back, knelt on the ground in the direction of the stars falling, and knocked down her forehead, and even more swallowing sounds, crying out loud.

"Brother Yang Su...send me to my brother!!"

The man's hysterical cry echoed in the night for a long time.

...........

Chang'an Imperial City.

In the quiet bedroom, Lu Liangsheng could see the old man opposite him disappear little by little. This was the first time he faced the death of an old man. When his mentor passed away, he was still in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. What he felt was far less intense than it is now.

After a moment, the scholar stood up, waved his sleeves and raised his hands, bowed to the old man sitting upright on the dragon chaise.

"I, I'll send you to Your Majesty."

Next second.

Yang Jian, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly opened his eyes and saw the scholar who was bowing against him, and stood up from the chair.

"National Master! I am not..."

He reached out to help Lu Liangsheng, but his hand passed through the other party's arm, his expression suddenly stunned, and he looked back at the dragon throne he had just sat on.

His body was still sitting there, his eyes closed.

"I...I...really dead?"

The old man looked down at his palm, which was no different from the past. At this moment, Lu Liangsheng's words sounded in his ears.

"Your Majesty, you are indeed dead."

When Lu Liangsheng stood there, he naturally saw the emperor who turned into a soul, but in the eyes of the dead emperor, the national teacher opposite him looked different from what he had seen with his naked eyes in the past.

A circle of light blue light emitted all over his body, and his eyebrows were in the middle, like a vertical eye of a human eye. There were vaguely many stars behind him, and stars of different sizes were arranged.

"National Master, what you look like..."

"This is because His Majesty has just died, and he is mixed with the souls of the dead, so that he can see me like this. People in the Taoist practice call it the appearance of his body."

Lu Liangsheng explained, perhaps the old man's words just now made him feel moved and he stretched out his hand to hold the emperor.
Chapter completed!