Chapter 999 I wish you a smooth journey, and there is no return date
Chapter 999 I wish you a safe journey and never return.
"The peach leaves are pointed up and down, and the willow leaves cover the sky. The Ming Grandpa in his place..."
On the bank of the Qinhuai River in Jinling, on an old recliner, an old man wearing a raincoat is holding a fishing rod in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, his free hand slowly tapping on the armrest, and singing a song in his mouth.
Flavorful.
There is no one around him, but the dark place is heavily guarded. No one can approach without permission.
A figure passed through the layers of guards and came behind the old man under the watchful gaze of countless pairs of eyes. He was none other than Duan Jinjiang.
Duan Jinjiang stood still and saw that King Wen was still singing a song, so he did not disturb him and just listened quietly.
After the song ended, King Wen stopped beating the time, picked up the purple clay pot next to him, took a sip of tea from the spout, and then smiled and said: "Is this song good for me?"
"The enunciation is clear, the rhythm is in time, and the ups and downs are graceful and graceful. It is a rare and good song." Duan Jinjiang replied with a smile.
King Wen said with a smile: "The first time I heard this song was when the late emperor took me to Jingshan to worship heaven. When I saw that my father liked it, I wanted to follow him and learned it secretly for a long time. Finally, I got it once
I had the opportunity to sing in front of my father, but I was scolded as not doing my job properly."
Duan Jinjiang's mouth twitched.
If a prince learns singing and singing instead of learning martial arts, no wonder he is scolded by the emperor.
This is a typical example of flattery being slapped on the horse's leg, with no clear distinction between priorities.
What makes Duan Jinjiang embarrassed is that after learning about this allusion, his flattery just now seemed a bit like a slap on the horse's leg.
How embarrassing.
King Wen seemed not to feel Duan Jinjiang's embarrassment. He said: "So, it doesn't matter what a person does. The important thing is to know when to do what kind of thing. If you choose the wrong thing, no matter how hard you try, it will be in vain."
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This time Duan Jinjiang learned his lesson and just listened without saying a word.
Lifting his eyelids and glancing at Duan Jinjiang, King Wen said calmly: "Have you thought clearly? If you go to the capital this time, there is a high probability that you will not be able to come back."
"If the prince wins, you will not be able to escape. Even if Zhao Xuanji wins, do you think he will let you master his many secrets and come back to Jinling after you have been a colleague for decades?"
Duan Jinjiang's eyes darkened and he said: "There is a blood feud and I have to go. I want to see the prince die with my own eyes. As long as he dies, I will never come back, so what. There is nothing in this world worth remembering."
King Wen nodded when he heard this and stopped trying to persuade him.
"Some time ago, I gave him a dead tiger, and he gave me a rotting corpse. It can be seen that this prince is also a person who must take revenge."
"Whether you want to go or not, there are some knots in your heart that you have to open in person."
Having said this, King Wen raised the purple clay pot towards Duan Jinjiang and said calmly: "Then I'll give you this cup of tea. I wish you a safe journey, even if you never return."
Duan Jinjiang took a step back, stooped down, raised his hands and fists above his head, bowed deeply, turned around and left without any hesitation.
King Wen took a sip of tea, put the purple clay pot next to him, and looked at the calm and gentle Qinhuai River, his eyes flashing with uncertain light. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
After a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said to himself: "If two tigers fight, one of them will die. This game of chess in the world has just begun. Only the winner between you two is qualified to play against me."
