These people are all elders. When they return to the capital, they must perform many required etiquettes. You must know that these old guys value these things very much. In other words, as people get older, they care more about these things.
Arriving at the Palace of the King of Patriarchs, he identified himself to the guard at the door. The guard quickly went in to report. Soon the door opened, and a handsome, burly and slender young man who looked to be about thirty years old came out and saluted Wang Junlin.
Said: "Qin An Gong is here. Uncle Bao is far away to welcome me. Please forgive me."
The person who came was none other than Yang Lin's adopted son Qin Shubao, the famous Qin Qiong in history. Yang Lin had injured his lower body a few years ago and had no children. Qin Shubao had always been treated by him as his own son.
For this great man in history, Wang Junlin did not dare to show any indifference. He quickly returned a deep greeting to Qin Shubao and said: "Brother Qin, you are so polite. Considering the relationship between the younger brother and his patron, the palace, you and I are worthy of each other. If we continue to be so estranged,
, I don’t think I have the nerve to come back to the Prince’s Mansion again.”
Qin Shubao didn't look very good-looking. At this time, his face showed a look of embarrassment, and he said: "Brother Wang said that I was the one who saw the outside."
"Brother Wang, please! My foster father is waiting for Brother Wang in the inner courtyard."
Wang Junlin was not polite, and he knew that Yang Lin was injured more than four months ago when Yang Yong and Gao Ying colluded with the Spring and Autumn envoys to rebel and kill Yang Guang. Judging from Qin Shubao's face, it is estimated that Yang Lin's injury has not recovered yet.
Following Qin Shubao to the backyard, the two took off their shoes on the porch and quietly entered the house wearing only their footwear.
Walking into the house, Wang Junlin clearly noticed a strong aura of decadence. He felt that the room was very depressing. Even the sunlight coming in had a negative smell, and the most important thing was the strong smell of medicine.
He looked up and saw that Yang Lin was half sitting and half lying on the soft couch above him. After taking a closer look at Yang Lin's appearance, Wang Junlin couldn't help but be shocked.
Yang Lin's hair was all white, his face was pale, and his complexion was ashen. Only his eyes were still alive. At this time, when he looked up at Wang Junlin, he was breathing rapidly, as if even the movement of raising his head was difficult.
"Junior Wang Junlin comes to pay homage to Uncle Yang." Wang Junlin bowed deeply to Yang Lin.
Yang Lin hummed, opened and closed his lips, and whispered something. Wang Junlin was more than ten feet away from him at the moment. Yang Lin's voice was so soft that Wang Junlin would not have been able to hear clearly if his hearing was not far superior to ordinary people.
Yang Lin sighed, his voice was a little louder, and he said: "Boy, please come closer, I... have trouble speaking."
After saying this, Yang Lin was already breathing heavily, and at the same time he glared at Wang Junlin angrily, apparently blaming Wang Junlin for his lack of expression.
Wang Junlin sighed secretly, listening to Yang Lin's words, he looked out of breath and seemed to be very weak. The once high-spirited and energetic patron king was now clearly an old man in his dying years, a hero in his twilight years.
He was already old, and his body had injuries from years of battles. He was injured by the Spring and Autumn Messenger more than four months ago, and his body suddenly fell down.
Wang Junlin walked towards Yang Lin and stopped when he was two steps away from him.
As he got closer, Wang Junlin realized that Yang Lincang had aged too much, his face was covered with black age spots, and his breathing was a little rapid. Listening to the wheezing sound, he gave people the impression that he could not catch his breath at any time.
The feeling of immortality.
"Uncle Yang, please... take care of the dragon body." Wang Junlin said with a sad expression.
Yang Lin had always liked him very much, and even had no reason to love him in every possible way, just because he had made great military exploits for the Sui Dynasty.
Yang Lin looked at Wang Junlin, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "This trip to Bingzhou, you turned the tide and eliminated hidden dangers for the Sui Dynasty. In fact, Yang Su also benefited from you. You boy is indeed worthy of being my great master."
Sui Yingjie, the protection I have given you over the past three years is not in vain. You are... very good. I ordered you to go down and have a banquet. I want to have a few glasses of wine with this boy."
"Uncle Yang, your health is urgent. When you recover someday, I will come and drink with you again." Wang Junlin quickly persuaded.
"Go away! I will hold a banquet if the king says so." As he spoke, he sat up with Qin Qiong's help.
Qin Qiong wanted to say something, but he obviously knew his old man's temper and knew that it would be useless. He could only give Wang Junlin a look, and then went down to order people to prepare food and drinks.
Not long after, the food and wine were served. Qin Qiong originally prepared wine from the Western Regions, but Yang Lin scolded him and shouted that he wanted to change it to his own wine. Qin Qiong quickly asked someone to carry the wine down, and he went to get it himself.
Backer wine.
Wang Junlin secretly complained. With Yang Lin's current condition, he would have died of alcoholism if he accidentally drank the wine. But looking at the stubborn old man's appearance, it is estimated that even if Yang Guang came, he would not be able to stop him from drinking today. Wang Junlin couldn't help but feel sad.
I think I shouldn't have come to the King's Mansion today.
Fortunately, Qin Qiong seemed to be delaying it on purpose, and the patron wine was never sent to the case. Wang Junlin accompanied Yang Lin and said a few words, and found that Yang Lin's voice gradually became quieter. The conversation between the two just now had exhausted Yang Lin's energy.
Energy, as Yang Lin talked, his eyelids began to droop, and his head began to doze off bit by bit.
Wang Junlin waited for a long time and saw Yang Lin hanging his head silently and making a heavy snoring sound. Wang Junlin stepped forward and was about to help Yang Lin lay down when the figure of Qin Qiong suddenly appeared at the side door and whispered: "
My adoptive father has fallen asleep and is neglecting Brother Wang."
Wang Junlin sighed, saluted Yang Lin and slowly exited the room.
Stepping out of the house, Wang Junlin turned around and looked at Yang Lin, with sadness in his eyes. He felt that Yang Lin might not survive a few months.
At this time, Yang Lin was still sitting cross-legged on the soft couch with his head drooped. Qin Qiong was quietly putting a leather cloak on him. The sun shone on him, dragging his figure into a long figure. Gradually, his body
It turned into a blur of light and shadow, which seemed to be slowly weakening under the sunlight, making it look lonely and old.
Wang Junlin's eyes were red for no apparent reason. He stood outside the house and bowed quietly to Yang Lin. After a long while, he stood up and left.
Qin Qiong had been quietly looking at Wang Junlin outside the palace. When he saw Wang Junlin silently saluting with a sad expression, looking at Wang Junlin's back, he finally recognized him. Qin Qiong was a very upright person and had always been somewhat dissatisfied with Wang Junlin's murderous nature.
Hi, and I felt that Wang Junlin was too scheming, so even though he had a relationship with Yang Lin, the friendship between the two was not very deep. It was not until today that he had some recognition of Wang Junlin, and his impression changed greatly.
At this time, Yang Lin was still sleeping soundly. Because he was in a sitting position, Yang Lin's body was shaky. Qin Qiong hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Yang Lin's shoulders, and then slowly and gently let him go.
Lying on the soft couch, he tightened the leather cloak around him until Yang Lin fell asleep. Qin Qiong then took back his hand, stood for a while and left, telling the maid to keep an eye on Yang Lin.
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