After having dinner in the Empress Palace, Chen Leng looked at the emperor several times and wanted to say something but stopped. The emperor naturally knew that he had something to say, so he stood up and said to the old dean: "Sir, let's take a rest for a while. I will talk to Shen Leng about the Eastern Expedition to Sang Kingdom."

The old dean nodded: "Your Majesty just go and do your business."

Crown Prince Li Changye stood up and said, "Do you want to follow me?"

The emperor shook his head: "I'm here to accompany the sir."

Li Changye leaned over and said, "Yes."

The emperor and Shen Leng left the Empress's residence and walked one after another on the path of Weiyang Palace. The emperor was waiting for Chen Leng to speak, and Chen Leng was sorting out his words.

"About the old dean?"

The emperor suddenly asked.

Chen Leng's heart tightened and nodded: "Yes."

"I think the old dean is not in good health?"

"yes."

"It's not that he's in bad health, he's old."

The emperor looked at the tree on the roadside and raised his finger and pointed: "The tree sprouts one season, flourishes one season, fallen leaves one season, and withering and cool, but it will be repeated again in the coming year, and it will be repeated over and over again. People are different. When people grow old, they are old."

The emperor seemed to be talking about not only the old dean, but also a little sad.

The emperor is old too.

"Say whatever you want."

The emperor looked back at Chen Leng: "Don't always walk behind me and come to me. I can't always look back at you."

Chen Leng quickly accelerated his pace to follow the emperor, reluctantly sorted out his words and said, "I just think that people like the old dean should have an honor."

"What are you referring to?"

"Finished."

Chen Leng lowered his head slightly: "It shouldn't be mentioned, but I still want to mention it. The old dean is really too old. He is more concerned about family affection. He has fulfilled his life. He has fulfilled his separation... I think it should be fulfilled."

"Do you want Meng Chang'an to return to Beijing?"

The emperor looked at Chen Leng: "There are four disciples that the old dean has the most proudest in his life, one is the late General Pei Tingshan of the East Xinjiang, one is Meng Chang'an, the other is you who are not a disciple but better than your disciple, and the other is... I."

The emperor stopped and seemed to feel heavy: "The war in the East Xinjiang is about to begin. Are you in Chang'an? Meng Chang'an is back again. Who will take charge of the military in the East Xinjiang?"

"I have transferred Wang Gendong over, although it is not as good as Meng Chang'an. If the attack is used, ten Wang Gendongs cannot compare to one Meng Chang'an. If the defense is used, Meng Chang'an is not as good as Wang Gendong."

"Don't you think it's too unrestrained?"

The emperor said, "I also want to make the old dean perfect, but I recalled you two to Chang'an and waited for the old dean to leave? Chen Leng, don't you feel it's too much or cruel?"

Excessively, it refers to considerations of state affairs, cruelty, and it refers to the impact on the old president. A smart person as old president is not old enough to think. Once the emperor keeps the cold and cold, he even calls Meng Chang'an back. Doesn't the old president understand what it means?

Isn’t this always reminding the old dean that it’s time to leave?

Chen Leng was silent.

He did not say anything, not that he did not agree with it, but that he realized that the emperor was right.

"Sir, more open-minded than you."

The emperor was silent for a moment and said, "Mr. I once said that it would be best if he left when he left asleep, and he would not disturb anyone, nor would he be sick. In that case, he would not even bother himself, not disturb others when he was alive, and not disturb himself when he died."

The emperor let out a sigh: "Mr. also said that reunion is enough when you are alive. Those who care about you will reunite after you die. It is too artificial. That is not for reunion to be seen by the dead, but for the living. It is boring. Even if it is for the dead, can the dead see it? It is even more boring."

After saying this, the emperor suddenly stopped and nodded: "I just woke up. Yes... reunion is reunion when I am alive. What is the use of being there after I die..."

The emperor asked: "What you predicted is, if the Sang people took action first, how long will it take?"

Chen Leng replied: "One year."

The emperor nodded: "A year is enough."

He looked back at Dai Fangzhou who was following from afar: "Send someone to the cabinet to send an order, send a letter to Dongjiang thousands of miles to summon Meng Chang'an to Beijing."

Dai Fangzhou immediately leaned over: "I obey the order."

Then he turned around and trotted out.

The emperor continued to move forward, as if he was pondering something, Chen Leng didn't dare to disturb him. After a while, the emperor let out a long sigh again. Chen Leng understood that when it comes to parting, the emperor cared more and sadder than him.

"Go back."

The emperor turned around, Chen Leng turned around, and the emperor said as he walked, "I have something to ask you."

"My Majesty, please ask."

"Do you think I look like the old dean?"

Chen Leng thought for a while and replied: "Five points."

The emperor nodded: "Five-point image is my ten years."

Chen Leng's heart was tense. The ten years the emperor mentioned were the ten years when he left the palace and lived in Yanta Academy in his childhood. It was not his family, but the old dean. These five-point image was the whole of those ten years.

"You are also five-point like the old dean."

The emperor suddenly said this. Chen Leng didn't understand what the emperor meant for a moment, and the emperor didn't say it anymore, speeding up his pace.

An hour later, when he returned to the carriage at Yanta Academy, the old dean tried to lean into the corner and pulled the blanket as much as possible to his body. However, the blanket was not too long, covered with shoulders and exposed below his knees. He looked at the blanket in a daze, as if he was a little regretful.

Chen Leng quickly took off his cloak and covered it with the old dean on his leg. The old dean immediately smiled with satisfaction. For the old man, the memories of his life are pride and not all pride. The filial piety of the younger generation is the most proud.

“Slowly cold.”

“Here.”

"People say that a dying person will have a smell on his body. Do you smell that smell on me?"

Chen Leng leaned over and smelled it: "Ah, I'm not solemn at such an old age. I'm using Jufangzhai's fragrant powder. This kind of fragrant powder is suitable for young people. It's a bit exaggerated. I'm just thinking about attracting bees and butterflies to use this kind of fragrant powder. No one over thirty years old can do this."

The old dean laughed: "What nonsense is it? What kind of fragrant powder I use at this age."

Chen Leng said: "That's the natural body fragrance?"

The old dean: "Bah! You are also teasing men in the army? I am so old, and you are still talking nonsense."

Chen Leng sighed: "Sir, how can you say that to the men in the army? You... are right."

The old dean laughed again: "The fragrance you mentioned is this."

The old dean pointed to the sachet hanging on his belt: "The Queen made it by herself. I have not worn it for half a year. The Queen said that the sachet uses some medicinal materials to calm the mind and wake up the mind. It is actually a luxury for people of my age. This fragrance is good. Since I smelled the decayed smell on my body a while ago, it began to hang it."

He looked at Chen Leng: "I dislike it when I smell it myself, let alone others?"

Chen Leng didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old dean smiled and said, "Where is the sadness? Some people say that the older I get, the less open-minded I am, that's nonsense. I am already ninety years old, and I will live in vain for the rest of my life if I am not open-minded. So there is no sadness. Life is seventy years old, and I have lived twenty years more than ancient times. I am the rare among ancient times. It is rare among ancient times. "

Chen sneered: "The ancient and rare things are rare, and the fighting cock among the old hens." The old dean laughed: "Where are these nonsenses from this? It's quite good."

He looked at Chen Leng and said, "But if you want to talk about this old hen, there are really many little chickens I have protected in my life. At that time, someone said that Pei Tingshan had a backbone behind his head and could not be used. The late emperor believed in this a little, so he asked me what I think about it. I said that what kind of life looks like is that I can decide?"

His tone was a little proud: "I told the late emperor that most of the bass in the world have two gills, but the bass in Poyin Lake has four gills. Are four gills more unpalatable than two gills? They are better."

Chen Leng thought for a while: "This is not very good."

Old Dean: "Say it again."

Chen Leng: "This is such a witty word."

The old dean snorted: "You can change quickly... the rebellion is not in other people's heads, but in your own heart."

He paused: "I used this sentence to confront the late emperor."

Chen Leng asked: "You convinced the late emperor?"

"The late emperor asked me to get out of the court."

Chen Leng asked: "Can I laugh?"

The old dean: "Hold it down."

Chen Leng: "Hehe...hahahahaha."

The old dean turned his head and looked behind Chen Leng's head. Chen Leng immediately turned his head to show him: "I want to see if I have any rebelliousness?"

The old dean sighed: "I want to see it. I just suddenly realized that you were hit by Cha'er and hit the big tree since he was a child, so he should have hit him back."

Shen Leng curled her lips.

The old dean smiled, paused for a moment and continued, "Actually, the same was true when His Majesty was young. He always tried to make me happy, but at that time I was really unhappy because I was kicked out of the court and could only be the president of Yanta Academy. I think I wasted all my skills."

He took a breath and said coldly: "If you are tired, take a break, don't say so much."

The old dean shook his head: "Say more and make a profit, I have never done anything to suffer in my life."

He continued, “Do you know when I became open-minded?”

"perhaps......"

Chen Leng thought for a while: "After your Majesty returns to Beijing from Yunxiao City?"
To be continued...