Li Yugang looked at Liu Mingzhi's confused reaction and gritted his teeth as if he had made a difficult decision.
"Can... can I be buried in the mausoleum of the imperial brother?
You are also aware of my past. Ever since what happened in Jiangnan and the White Lotus Sect, I have lost the qualification to be buried in the accompanying mausoleum. A hundred years later, I can only build a new tomb under the arrangement of the clan mansion.
I'm worried that if I build another tomb, I won't be able to see the emperor brother,... and Chan'er anymore after I get to the Nine Netherlands.
As my old friend, I hope that you, the emperor of this day, can show me great kindness and order me to be buried in the Ruiling Mausoleum.
This is also my last wish.
I wonder, Liu Xiaozi, if you can agree to this last request of my friend who has never forgotten his life? "
When Liu Mingzhi heard the word "Chan'er", his heart trembled.
He naturally knew that the Chan Er mentioned by Li Yugang was Deng Chan, the empress of Concubine Jing, whom he had only met a few times. He also vaguely understood the fundamental reason why Li Yugang insisted on being buried in the mausoleum.
You don't need to think carefully to know that it must be for Deng Chan, your old love who was not destined to be together.
Looking at Li Yugang's pleading eyes, Liu Mingzhi hesitated.
These eyes contained too many things that couldn't be described in words. They looked so familiar, just like the look in Tao Ying's eyes when he suddenly knew about her death.
Painful and helpless, unable to believe but forced to believe, unwilling to admit but forced to accept reality.
Li Yugang's gaze suddenly made Liu Mingzhi feel empathetic.
It seems that he and Li Yugang are both fallen people in the world. They both have the love of a certain beautiful woman, but have no chance to accompany them to grow old together.
As a prince from the previous dynasty who retained his title as the emperor of the new dynasty, Li Yugang did not require any specifications for his funeral, let alone any customization for his royal tomb.
The only requirement is that he wants to be buried with his lover who he met by fate but could not stay together forever.
How much did Duke Ming love Deng Chan? What unforgettable regrets have you left in your life?
Others don't know, and neither do I. Only Ming Gong knows it best.
I knew clearly from Lao Zhou the grievances and resentments between Ming Gong Li Yugang and his father Li Zheng because of Concubine Jing's empress Deng Chan.
As a bystander, honestly speaking, this matter is indeed a sign that his father, Emperor Li Zheng, felt sorry for his old friend.
After all, it was his father who forcibly broke up Li Yugang and Deng Chan, a pair of lovers, for the sake of the throne and power. He didn't know whether Li Yugang was relieved now, but he couldn't deny that Li Yugang's life was really too wonderful. How miserable.
Being born into an imperial family is both lucky and unfortunate.
It was true that I sympathized with him, but Li Yugang had lost the qualification to be buried in the mausoleum because of his secret friendship with the White Lotus Sect. If he had forced it...
"Little Liu, can't I please beg you?"
Liu Mingzhi came back to his senses and stared blankly at the wine glass Li Yugang was holding in the air, as well as the complicated look in Li Yugang's old eyes that showed excitement and unwillingness. He was also confused for a moment.
"Young man Liu, what if a pile of withered bones is full of indignation?
Can you fulfill my last wish?
I beg you. "
Liu Mingzhi felt the strong emotional fluctuations in Li Yugang's eyes, and was deeply moved. He hesitated for a long time with his fists clenched, and his right hand trembled as he reached for the wine glass on the table.
"Okay! I promise you, kid!"
"Thank you for your kindness. Let's have a drink together."
"cheers."
The two toasted to each other and had a drink. Liu Mingzhi's wine glass had been put back on the table. Li Yu had just taken the glass off his lips tremblingly, looking at Mr. Liu with a dead look and grinning.
"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.
Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain.
Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine.
Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
Happy reunion over a pot of wine.
Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. "
"Ming Gong! Are you okay?"
"Liu Xiaozi, thank you very much. It's not a waste of time for me to get to know you."
I hope God is merciful and you and I can be friends again in the next life, and we can meet happily over a glass of wine.
I... I really couldn't hold it any longer, so I took the first step. "
The moment Li Yugang finished speaking, the wine glass between his withered fingers fell straight towards the table.
There was a soft clang, and the wine glass bounced off the table onto the floor tiles. As the wine glass rolled on the floor, Li Yugang's white-haired head hung weakly on his chest, without any movement.
Liu Mingzhi stared blankly at the lifeless Li Yugang, raised his head and blinked several times. He had lost another old friend.
Wu Guogong Wan Buhai, father Emperor Li Zheng, General Duan Canren of the Buddha Army, imperial brother Li Baiyu, third son Li Yunlong, Jing Guogong Yunyang, pretty girl Tao Ying, and now the king of Huainan Li Yugang.
It turns out that it seems that only a dozen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and so many of my old friends have passed away one after another.
Regardless of the relationship between these old friends and themselves, they have all written a profound mark in their lives.
With a deep sigh, Liu Mingzhi nodded, picked up the pot, filled his wine glass with wine, and raised it towards the lifeless Li Yugang.
"Ming Gong, I hope that in the next life you and I will meet happily with a pot of wine."
Liu Mingzhi brought the wine glass to his mouth and drank it. He savored the bad-tasting wine for a long time, as if he had gone back to the time when he first met Li Yugang outside the Yanbo Pavilion by the Qinhuai River.
Gently putting down his wine glass, Liu Mingzhi swallowed his drink and stood up and walked towards the door of Siguo Hall. He stared at the sect's mansion with all its pavilions and pavilions and said loudly: "Here comes."
A moment later, under the long corridor on the left side of the Siguo Hall, under the guidance of the guards of the Zongren Mansion, Li Chengbai and others who had left earlier rushed towards the Siguo Hall again with heavy steps.
"Your Majesty, Mingcheng's nephew?"
"Your Majesty, how is the fourth child doing?"
"Your Majesty, Uncle Fourth Prince, is he okay?"
Before everyone could reach Liu Mingzhi, they all asked about Li Yugang's situation with uneasy expressions.
Liu Mingzhi glanced at the heavy-looking Li Chengbai and others, without any intention of hiding anything, he said calmly: "Ming Gong, I'm going."
Although everyone had already been mentally prepared, when they learned the news that Li Yugang had passed away from Liu Mingzhi, they were still shocked and hurriedly ran towards the palace.
"I'm sorry."
"I am also rude."
"I am also rude."
"..."
When a group of people passed by Liu Mingzhi, one of them said "I'm sorry" and followed Li Chengbai into the Siguo Hall.
Listening to the low words coming from the hall behind him, Liu Mingzhi took out the folding fan from his waist and flicked it casually, stared at the clouds in the sky, and gently moved towards the gate of the clan mansion.
On September 21, the fourth year of Dalong's reign, Li Yugang, the king of Huainan, passed away in the Siguo Hall of the Zongren Mansion.
During Li Yugang's funeral, Liu Mingzhi summoned Li Chengbai, the clan magistrate of the clan, and a group of clan elders to the palace for an audience. He ordered the clan's mansion and the Ministry of Rites to bury the body of Huainan King Li Yugang in the accompanying mausoleum of Ruiling.
Liu Mingzhi's special order without any warning made all the Li clan members in the clan government stunned for a long time before they realized it. Although Li Chengbai did not object vocally, 80% of the other clan elders were not happy.
They believed that Li Yugang's previous behavior in befriending the White Lotus Sect was inappropriate and had brought disgrace to the Li clan, so he should not be buried in a mausoleum to accompany the emperor.
Even some important officials in the court were quite critical after hearing Liu Mingzhi's special order, but due to the majesty of Liu Mingzhi, the founder of the country, they did not mention it in person.
For those who objected, Liu Mingzhi didn't say much and directly brought Li Chengbai, the Zongren Mansion's Zongling, to the back hall for a private conversation.
After Li Chengbai returned to the front hall, as the Zongling of the Zongren Mansion, he strongly supported Liu Mingzhi's order against all opinions among the elders of the clan.
No one knows what the two said in private.
Seeing Li Chengbai's attitude of raising his hand to hit anyone if he dared to object, the Yiqian clan elders could only agree to the matter under pressure.
Seeing this scene, all the officials in the court were glanced at by Liu Mingzhi's cold eyes one by one. They all nodded and lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to say anything. Their slightest criticism disappeared in an instant.
Liu Mingzhi's last words finalized the matter, and the feud between Huainan King Li Yugang and Li Zheng and Jing Fei Deng Chan finally came to a sad end.
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