(twenty five)
Sunge: To lie down is to wait for death, and to not lie down is to die suddenly.
If you think about it carefully, the wait for life and death is a little longer.
So Sunge fell silent.
This was the reason why she did not urge Li Gefei to strive for the upper reaches of the officialdom in these years.
If Li Ge had not fluttered happily, his ranking on the monument might have been improved, and his end would have been more miserable.
As soon as Sunge fell silent, the panic-stricken Li family seemed to have a backbone and no longer panicked.
Sunge is confident that the situation this time will definitely be better than in the plot.
Do you really think that the money she has donated to the national treasury over the years has been wasted?
Instead of looking at the monk's face and looking at the Buddha's face, Li Gefei might be able to return to his hometown in fine clothes and retire with success.
I definitely can't become an official.
After hearing the news, Li Qingzhao hurried home, only to see his parents packing their bags leisurely.
It doesn't feel like I'm being scolded by an official, but like I'm going on an outing.
"Mr. Zizhan once said that there is no way to return to doubts, and there is a bright future in another village. It seems to be abandoned by the officials, so why not retreat bravely?"
"Don't blame Mr. Zhao. He must have tried his best, otherwise the family would not have been so peaceful in the past few months."
You know, the comprehensive liquidation of the old party started two months ago, but the Yuanyou party membership monument engraved by Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty pushed this matter to an irreversible point.
After two months of dealing with each other, Zhao Tingzhi also ran out of benevolence and justice.
"Auntie, it will be a long journey to see you in the future." Li Qingzhao's eyes were red, full of reluctance.
Singing Sun froze and almost said in a rude tone that they would meet again in Shandong in a few years.
The partisanship in the Song Dynasty did not end with the defeat of the old party members, and the internal fighting within the new party was also in full swing.
Zhao Tingzhi and Cai Jing are fighting to the death.
"Go meet your father."
"In the past ten years, you and he have been together less and apart than each other. It will be even more difficult to meet him in the future."
Perhaps, this will be the last meeting between Li Gefei and Li Qingzhao and his daughter.
In less than three years, Li Gefei died in his hometown of Mingshui.
The mountains are far away and the roads are far away, and Li Qingzhao is beyond his reach.
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As Sunge expected, Song Huizong had difficulties in how to deal with Li Gefei.
The late emperor had great praise for Li Gefei's wife, and she also had a good reputation among the people. If she changed her opinion, I am afraid it would cause criticism.
After much deliberation, Song Huizong decided to give Li Gefei some dignity and allow him to submit a memorial to resign.
Among the people who were dismissed, expelled, and exiled, Li Gefei was considered to have received preferential treatment.
Li Gefei's descendants are descendants of officials, not criminal officials.
With such a result, Li Gefei was satisfied.
"Thank you, madam." Li Gefei bent down and bowed to Sun Ge.
He has a clear mind and knows that in the final analysis, he is blessed by his wife.
"Are there any regrets?"
"Are you unwilling to do so?"
Sun Ge helped Li Gefei up and spoke meaningfully.
If she was willing, she would definitely be able to plan a better ending for her through all these years of planning in advance.
But she didn't!
Li Gefei has a temperament and insists on himself, which is essentially unacceptable in today's court.
Even if she spread her money, made connections, and personally put Li Gefei into a high position, Li Gefei would not be able to sit still.
His temperament is suitable for a prosperous age and a wise king.
It is the limit to be able to remain alone in the midst of intrigues and deceptions.
Li Gefei shook his head. He was unable to change the situation in the court and was struggling.
It would be a relief to leave now.
Outside Bianliang City, Li Gefei looked at the ancient but unrepaired city wall and smiled bitterly. Dark clouds passed by in the sky above his head, as if heralding the dynasty's strange journey.
In the Song Dynasty, had there ever been a truly Mingjun rule and a prosperous and prosperous era?
Before it reaches the top, it has already reached the peak of sunset.
Li Gefei felt an indescribable sourness in his heart. What was this rush and hard work for, and what did he gain?
Yuan's wife died of illness, and he was not by his side.
His stepwife was also weak, but he still went to Bianliang.
He was not involved in the growth of his children.
His ambitions were never realized, and his wife and children were rarely with him.
He owes a lot in his life.
After returning to Mingshui, Li Gefei's body gradually collapsed, and he lingered on his bed every now and then.
The handsome middle-aged man who could be considered among the uncles back then had frowns on his cheeks, and his ever-straight back also curved a little bit.
He no longer thought about the court affairs, but began to paint continuously, one after another, as if this could make up for the time he missed.
Li Qingzhao, who was far away in Bianliang City, was not harshly criticized for his mother's family's downfall.
Mrs. Zhao even told everyone in Bianliang City that Li Qingzhao was Mingcheng's only wife.
The Li family was in dire straits, so Zhao Mingcheng could only work harder to make himself Li Qingzhao's support.
However, the gears of fate have not stopped turning, nor have they been merciful to anyone.
In 1105 AD, the year when Zhao Ting became the prime minister, Li Gefei, who was lingering on the bed and exhausted, passed away.
Before his death, he personally burned all the portraits he had made in the past two years.
I never told anyone the repentance in my heart.
He just kept looking at Aunt Ning before dying, and used his last strength to put Aunt Ning's hand on the back of Sunge's hand.
Sunge: Does this mean that Aunt Ning is entrusted to him?
"Master, I will take good care of Aunt Ning."
Aunt Ning was crying so hard that she was out of breath, with tears in her eyes, "Madam, I don't trust you."
Li Gefei curled his mouth and closed his eyes.
Li Qingzhao, after all, never saw the last of Li Gefei.
In just two years, the once-prominent Zhao family was replaced by Cai Jing as prime minister with Zhao Tingzhi, and the power of the Zhao family plummeted.
Blessings come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
Zhao Tingzhi died of illness at home.
The partisanship between Zhao Tingzhi and Cai Jing ended with death.
These few short years seem to be forcing people to grow.
Bad news comes one after another, giving no chance to breathe.
For Li Qingzhao, the only good news is that Qingzhou is not far from Zhangqiu Mingshui.
It was a lifelong regret for her that she could not rush back to Mingshui in time to see her father one last time.
The whole Zhao family supported Ling and headed to Qingzhou.
At this time, Li Qingzhao was only twenty-four years old, but he had already experienced the downfall of his mother's family, the death of his father, and the turmoil of his husband's family.
I have seen life and death, and I have also seen death.
It seems that from this moment on, Li Qingzhao's pen and ink can no longer describe the embroidered hibiscus and the smiling face, the duck flying sideways to cover the fragrant cheeks, and the eye movement is so charming that others can guess.
I can no longer write about the clear and bright scene of fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, and startling a pool of gulls and herons.
No matter how free and uninhibited she is, how strong and unfettered she is, her heart is still stained with the joys and sorrows of the world, and her words are filled with vicissitudes of life and human warmth.
But if you ask her, is she afraid?
She will be like before, not afraid!
