(forty)
Gao Zhan, who was ill, still looked stunning.
That tired look added a bit of fragility to him, which was suffocating.
The violence and arrogance faded away, and Gao Zhan became quiet, which strangely made Sun Ge feel that the years were peaceful.
"You came……"
Gao Zhan directly ignored Sun Ge and looked at Gao Changgong, who was half a step behind Sun Ge. His voice was as calm as water, as if he was talking to an old friend.
"I already knew that Wei'er wouldn't hide anything from you."
"To be honest, I really don't want to die. It's not that I'm afraid, I just don't want to."
"The world is unified, and few people have experienced the ultimate enjoyment of Haiyanheqing. It is really a pity."
There was yearning and envy in Gao Zhan's deep eyes.
In his life, he galloped through battlefields, overthrew great powers, acted extremely extravagantly, and killed countless people.
He killed his nephew and robbed his sister-in-law.
Although it only lasted for more than thirty years, it can be regarded as wonderful.
If Wei'er hadn't ignited the hidden expectations in his heart, maybe he wouldn't be so reluctant and sentimental now.
But, he was also happy.
If he were asked to say what he regretted, he might not be able to tell.
"Sit down, don't just stand around."
Gao Zhan closed his cloak, yawned sleepily, and said wiltedly.
"With you by my side, I can feel more at ease."
"Don't forget the oath you made in Luoyang City, Gao Changgong."
It is Gao Changgong's promise not to betray him in this life.
"I will never forget it."
A gentleman keeps his promise and keeps it for a lifetime.
No matter when and where, he will be the most loyal and sharpest sword in His Majesty's hand.
There is no reason other than life and death.
Gao Changgong has never forgotten every word of that year.
Sunge didn't say anything, and sat quietly beside Gao Zhan, tucking up Gao Zhan's cloak with a natural expression and skillful movements.
"That's very good."
The cold wind was raging outside the hall, and there seemed to be strands of cold wind passing through the gaps in the carved wooden windows and flying in the hall.
Gao Zhan frowned and coughed lightly.
The eyes looking at Gao Changgong were extremely peaceful, and the whole person became more and more lazy.
"Wei'er, don't worry about your reputation anymore."
"Now that you have done something that is criticized, you should be prepared to be reviled by people for thousands of years."
"The death of the glory of high moral integrity will only increase trouble."
Speaking of this, Gao Zhan's already plain voice became lower and lower.
"I have regrets, but I have no fear."
After a pause, Gao Zhan slowly turned sideways and rested his head on Sun Ge's shoulder, "What's more, Wei'er is my posthumous name."
"Wei'er, it doesn't really matter who you are."
The wind was strong and the arrogant sound seemed to completely blow away Gao Zhan's erratic voice.
Gao Changgong, who has been practicing martial arts since childhood and has a keen hearing, could only vaguely hear the posthumous name.
As for the rest, they seemed to be shattered in the wind.
Sun Ge was startled, unexpected and expected.
Sun Ge turned her head slightly and looked at Gao Zhan, who was leaning on her shoulder. She slightly curled her lips, full of relief.
At this time, Gao Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly unable to notice Sun Ge's gaze.
He didn't care what kind of reputation he had, no matter how many crimes he committed, whether it was too numerous to write down, whether he had a sharp eye to recognize pearls, and whether he retreated bravely from the rapids.
It's just a pity that we don't have the chance to see the real peaceful age.
Time passed moment by moment, and the wind still continued. Sun Ge remained motionless, letting Gao Zhan slowly fall asleep leaning on her shoulder.
At some point, snow started falling outside the window.
Like salt, like catkins.
Gao Changgong stood up and left the hall quietly.
What changed was not only Northern Qi's official administration, Northern Qi's people's livelihood, and Northern Qi's national defense. In the final analysis, what really changed was Northern Qi's people's hearts.
Like the Supreme Emperor, like hundreds of officials, like tens of thousands of people in the Northern Qi Dynasty.
Your Majesty always said that he is the clear stream in troubled times, the cold and outstanding jade string. Little does he know that His Majesty himself is the real hope.
It is the source of living water that gradually turns this muddy and troubled world into a clear spring.
A leopard can be seen in a tube.
And all he can do is never give up.
You are here, he is here.
In the first month of AD 569, the wind and snow that had been raging for many days suddenly stopped, and the warm sun hung high, seeming to coat everything in this cold winter with a layer of soft carmine.
This grand scene will always be fixed in Gao Zhan's eyes.
Perhaps, the peaceful and prosperous age that he had no chance to see was just like the warm sunny day after the snowstorm, with vitality and endless prosperity hidden in the silence.
Thinking about it this way, I have no regrets.
When Emperor Wucheng Gao Zhan died, his temple was named Shizu and he was buried in Yongping Mausoleum.
The funeral is simple, but it does not lose its dignity and solemnity.
As Gao Zhan wished, Sunge did not go too far to sugarcoat and beautify Gao Zhan's death. Perhaps it was unintentional. There was no obvious criticism or ridicule among the public about the cause of Gao Zhan's death.
Just like what Gao Zhan said, Sunge is his posthumous name.
Nowadays, the Northern Qi Dynasty is prosperous, the people have food and clothing, and the dazzling political achievements seem to be washing away Gao Zhan's past sins little by little.
The merit cannot offset it, but it can fade away the resentment.
All the treasures in the private treasury are gifts left by Gao Zhan to Sun Ge.
In the peaceful and prosperous age that he had no chance to see, thousands of Northern Qi's subjects would take a second look at him.
This private property is his last meager strength.
Empress Dowager Hu, who was imprisoned in the North Palace, was startled at first, and then laughed out loud. She smiled, and muddy tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
At this moment, she didn't know whether to celebrate or regret.
The man she had been deeply afraid of for more than ten years died in disgrace.
Since Gao Zhan is dead, she is Wei'er's only relative. As long as she is willing to admit her mistake, Wei'er will definitely feel compassion for the sake of the blood relationship between mother and son.
Thinking of this, Queen Mother Hu wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her mixed feelings of joy and sorrow disappeared completely, and her eyes were full of determination to win.
It seemed that the Queen Mother's honor and freedom were already waving to her.
Ashina, a mere foreign woman, has no heirs, and now even Gao Zhan's amulet is dead, so why is she still showing off in the harem of Northern Qi?
…
Sun Ge, who had just finished attending Gao Zhan's funeral, received a report from the chamberlain that Empress Dowager Hu was grief-stricken and unconscious.
Sunge: (??????????)
Devastated?
Are you serious?
Is it possible that once Gao Zhan died, Queen Mother Hu realized belatedly that she was deeply in love with Gao Zhan?
Tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, this drama was over-acted.
Whether it is the relationship between husband and wife or the relationship between mother and child, they are all like stairs in the eyes of Queen Mother Hu.
What Empress Dowager Hu wanted from beginning to end was to live and kill her from above, and in the end there was a guest like a crucian carp crossing the river.
Therefore, in all likelihood, Queen Mother Hu wanted to use Gao Zhan's death as a trend to help her get out of trouble.
A lot of disgust and impatience emerged uncontrollably in Sunge's heart.
Although she was imprisoned in the North Palace, she still had no worries about food and clothing. Empress Dowager Hu was really dissatisfied, always trying to find ways to make trouble.
