Chapter 30 Section VIII

The side hall of the East Palace. Lu Guichen curled up in a corner, wrapped his clothes tightly around his body, shivering from the cold.This side hall is surrounded by hollowed-out flower windows. In summer, Bailiyu likes to play chess with Lu Fuzi here. Lu Guichen is very bad at chess, so he just watches from the sidelines. The cool breeze blows through the hall leisurely, which is comfortable and freehand. .At that time, he never thought that one day he would be imprisoned here.But for some reason, he was not very scared. He looked up at the stars in the night sky through the window pane. The light of the North Star was like an iron-colored sword. two halves.

"This is an era," he remembered the teacher who always hid behind the veil said, "God gave the hilt to the sword, and it only depends on who in this world can hold it." He used to be passionate about this sentence, but now this era will have nothing to do with him.He leaned here, quietly thinking about it, in fact, the world is huge, and there are only those few people who have anything to do with him.Bailiyu said he was a hero, but he knew he was not. He felt that he could neither create an empire like Emperor Qiangwei, nor resist foreign insults like his grandfather. He once dreamed of drawing out his sword and protecting his favorite those people.He used Yingyue very well now, and he was able to fight his way out among the countless zombies in Shangyang Pass, but he suddenly found that he was still a weak child after all, unable to protect anyone, let alone his family and country.

Did he die like this?Alone, cut off from everything forever. The door opened with a "squeak", and a figure called out in a low voice: "Young Master Chen." The man came in quietly, put a tray in front of Lu Guichen, turned around and wanted to leave.Inside the tray are a jug of wine, a bowl of noodles and a bowl of steaming yokan.Lu Guichen raised his eyes to look at that person's back, and suddenly felt that the back was somewhat familiar. "Fang Shan?" He tried calling the name. The man stopped, hesitated for a moment, turned around, and shouted respectfully: "Young Master Chen, it's me."

Lu Guichen did not admit his mistake, it was Fang Shan, the captain of the Forbidden Army who was ordered to serve him.He always knew in his heart that Fang Shan was sent here to serve him, but in fact to monitor him, but he could understand it.Fang Shan has a cowardly personality, he is a son of a noble family in Nanhuai City, he joins the army to seek meritorious service, but he doesn't have the guts to fight in battle, he will run away in fright when he sees the light of a knife, so he can only do some work of serving others.However, since the Battle of Shangyang Pass, Fang Shan probably felt that he couldn't control this barbarian son anymore, and he rarely showed his face around Lu Guichen, and only came to see him on the first day of every month.

"It's really you, I trouble you to do this." Lu Guichen said lightly. "As for Young Master Chen, I just fell asleep at home in the middle of the night, and I was summoned to serve Young Master Chen. I'm afraid those rough-handed soldiers have neglected me." Fang Shan probably didn't expect that he would be recognized. Came out, a little at a loss, patted his clothes carelessly, as if to dust off, "It's cold here, Master Chen, don't you want an extra bed blanket? I'll ask them to get them from the back hall. Used, not dirty..." "It's a bit cold," Lu Guichen said, "But it's okay, I'm about to die, do people who are dying still fear the cold?"

Fang Shan grabbed the corner of his clothes and stood silently for a while, but couldn't find anything to comfort Lu Guichen, so he bowed his head and saluted: "Young Master Chen is hungry, eat quickly, I know Young Master Chen likes yokan Noodles, made after the cooks get up." "Is it the last meal?" Lu Guichen nodded, "Thank you, Captain Fang." "Young Master Chen, don't say that..." Fang Shan could hear the sadness in those faint words, and his nose couldn't help but feel sore. "Captain Fang, can you do me a favor?" Fang Shan was stunned for a moment, trembling all over, and knelt down: "Young Master Chen, we also know that Young Master Chen has been wronged, but there is nothing we can do about it under the order of the King. Young Master Chen has pity on us who just serve in the army for nothing. I really don’t dare to take on anything.”

Seeing his panic, Lu Guichen quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I just want to ask a question." "question?" "Hmm! I don't know what to do with my body after I die?" Fang Shan didn't expect such a question. After being stunned for a moment, he still answered respectfully: "The lord said that it is execution. If it is a death row prisoner, the body will be buried in the deserted cemetery in the east of the city after the beheading. The Lord is a nobleman, according to the usual practice, the family members collect the body."

"Oh, that's right," Lu Guichen nodded, "I understand. Can you get me a pen and ink?" "yes!" Fang Shan brought a pen and ink and withdrew. "Fang Duwei, thank you so much these years. I have always been dishonest and went out to play secretly. You have never reported to the king. I know it in my heart, but I can't find a chance to say thank you. I am restless , I caused you a lot of trouble, and it was all because you quietly helped me to spend money to solve the matter..." Lu Guichen said softly behind him, "I actually know it in my heart."

Fang Shan shut the door outside the hall, tears welled up suddenly, wiped them with his sleeves, and went down quietly. The sound of footsteps disappeared, Lu Guichen sat on the ground, taking off his coat by the light coming in from outside.He was weak and afraid of the cold, and had already put on a leather waistcoat lined with white silk during the Mid-Autumn Festival.He turned over the lining of his waistcoat and laid it flat on the ground, pondering for a while before writing: "Big Brother Mogan is like a lesson: The younger brother Asule is about to die, but it is a pity that he cannot visit his father's tomb and reunite with his brothers.Before I leave, I hope my brothers will cherish it and pray for me at my father's grave.Father's spirit bless our Pasur family's children and grandchildren.Please don't send troops to the Tang Dynasty for me, I don't understand political and military affairs, I just want my death?To be useful to Qingyang.Please take care of my grandmother, and brother, please extend your kindness to my slave girl Suma. "

After a while, he wrote on the title: "The Great Harmony is like a mirror: I can't go back to the north to see you, I miss you and Amochi, and I also miss your Ba Dai.I have failed to accomplish anything and live up to your expectations, but I have not forgotten your teachings either.I will hold my head up and not embarrass Qingyang. " He thought of Suma, and suddenly felt a little sad. After staying there for a long time, he seemed to be able to hear the familiar "ding ding" sound in the wind. The girl was standing outside his door.He thought of the warm hand she touched on his head on a rainy night in the northern capital many years ago.After a long time, he wrote:

"To Summa: I still remember the flute you taught me to play. I want you to teach me to play more tunes, but unfortunately I don’t have the chance.I entrusted you to my elder brother Bi Mogan, he is someone you can rely on.Suma, I really want to protect you by myself, but unfortunately I don't have the ability.But I worked hard, I always remember what I said to you, Lu Guichen Asule Pasur, don’t be a coward, even if I die, I still want to be like a boy from the bronze family. " He wrote "Himino" again, pulled out the finger cot tied with a silver chain from the inside of the collar, rubbed it on the sleeve until it became bright, then cut a corner of the lining with a small saber, and took the finger cot stuffed in. "Have you received my letter? I didn't expect the change to be so fast. I'm going to die. If I had to choose, I'd rather die on the battlefield of Shangyang Pass. I'm sorry to make you unhappy, in fact, that time you saw me and Yuran, it was only because my father died, Yuran felt sorry for me.She has always been kind, and she takes pity on everything.Yuran likes you, in fact, I don't need to tell you, you should know, if she doesn't like you, who can she like? " He stayed there for a long time, and felt that the last sentence was really meaningless, so he took a pen to scribble it out, and continued to write: "Please give my regards to the general. I don't leave a letter for him, for fear of getting him into trouble. There is an iron thing inside this dress. Look for it and leave it to you. There will be someone more suitable to wear it than me." He made a big detour, but he knew he'd come back to that name anyway.It was always like this, he wanted to avoid it, he tightened his face, and wanted to tighten his heart too.But what stretched out was only a very brittle eggshell, and the sleeping chick always woke up when he didn't expect it, knocking on the eggshell with its sharp beak, trying to get out.His hands began to tremble slightly, and he wrote the word "Yu Ran", but the pen stopped in the air.He has a lot of words in his heart, and he can write all over this small waistcoat in small letters.But he didn't know what the first word was, it was just so many things mixed together, slowly rising and falling in his heart. He thought that if Yuran was sitting next to him at this time, he would reach out to touch her face with great courage, and tell her that you were really beautiful when I first saw you, falling from the sky to me in front of her; tell her that I hide the pine cigarette cartridge you gave me, I write in the middle of the night, stop writing for a while, and slide my fingers lightly on the cartridge; tell her, do you know us? The creeping chrysanthemums of Hokuriku, I want to tell you that I want you to go to Hokuriku with me to watch the creeping chrysanthemums blooming in the whole Shuakatahara, but I am afraid that you will not agree, so I will wait for a time when you are happy and tell you, Then you'll be nodding your head happily... He knew that what he wanted to say the most was: "Yuran, I actually treat you..." But he thought again, even if Yu Ran was right in front of him and he was about to die, he would not be able to say this sentence. He leaned wearily against the wall. "Yuran, what should I do with you?" He murmured, watching the ink from the nib of the pen dripping onto the white silk, blurring ink dots one by one, "What should I do with you...?" The door opened, and a line of imperial guards with swords came in, led by Fang Shan. "Young Master Chen, it's time to get on the road." Fang Shan walked up to Lu Guichen and saluted. Lu Guichen was stunned for a moment, then smiled suddenly, put down his pen, put on his leather vest, and walked out of the side hall facing the first rays of the rising sun.