(Forty-two)
"Maybe in the future, the child will have to live with his old age and rely on your and Uncle Sun Wu's skills in growing rice."
Wu Zixu's eyes were kind and he looked at Sun Ge quietly while packing his luggage.
Who is the old father and who is the son?
"Cheating on the old?"
"Okay, let you chew on it."
As long as Feng'er can retreat from the court of Wu safely and live a long life, it will be fine.
Sunge's hand paused, and the suppressed sadness of separation surged into his heart.
"Father, I will take you out of the city tomorrow."
"As for Fu Chai's rebuilding of Gusu Terrace, please don't ask others to give advice. My son is worried that advice will not only be useless, but will cost other people's lives."
Fu Chai did not wield the butcher's knife against Wu Zixu because he had some scruples.
In the huge country of Wu, no one has such a face as Wu Zixu.
Historically, Wu Guotai was often beheaded in public for this reason.
Wu Zixu smiled bitterly, "He who knows his father is the one who ennobles his son."
"Then let's give up."
The next day, Sunge sent Wu Zixu out of the city.
At the gate of the city, Wu Zixu waved his hand to Sunge, "Just send it here."
"My son, take care."
"Stay alive."
Just stay alive.
Sun Ge grinned in a charming manner, "Father, my child is still waiting to drink a bowl of porridge that you and Uncle Sun Wu cooked together."
"wait for me."
Sun Ge was very wise and did not step out of the city gate.
Seeing you off thousands of miles away, we must say goodbye in the end.
There is no need to make your husband unhappy in the small space between the city gate and the outside.
She can guarantee that whenever she takes the opportunity to leave with Wu Zixu, there will be hundreds of arrows on the city wall that will shoot their father and son into hedgehogs.
Fu Chai is practicing a very typical royal way.
If you don't obey, you will be killed.
"Wait for you."
The carriage went further and further away.
Sunge stood there, a little lost in thought.
It is a great blessing in life to finally meet old friends again, and it can also end a period of regret.
After all, the desolate scenery in the mountains is not beautiful, and the bland porridge is not delicious, but the reunion of close friends and the sunrise and sunset is a rare scenic spot in the world.
Coming here can be regarded as fulfilling the agreement between Wu Zixu and Sun Wu.
The wind blew, and the air was filled with a touch of moisture.
It's going to rain again.
Sun Ge curled his lips, walking in this city that had once impressed all the people of Wu State, feeling a little more proud from the bottom of his heart than when he first arrived.
Wu Zixu is truly a strange person.
Wu Palace.
"Leaving?" King Wu Fu Chai played with the cup in his hand, his mood waning.
"The Prime Minister has left the city."
"Where's Wu Feng?"
"Going back home."
Hearing this, King Wu Fu Chai drank all the wine in the cup.
Fortunately, Wu Feng did not waste his trust.
"Back off."
King Wu Fu Chai clapped his hands, and the dancing girls and singers waiting outside the palace filed in.
Pearl tassels rotate and stars shake, flowers and vines flutter, dragons and snakes move.
Brilliant, beautiful and moving.
Beside Fu Chai, there are beauties with stunning faces on the left and right, which complement the extravagance and magnificence of the palace.
It's a good day.
Wu Zixu retired.
The mountain pressing on his head also collapsed.
He will no longer feel that there is a shadow, and there is no need to be afraid all the time.
Wu Zixu was once a person who even he wanted to please.
He will prove that without Wu Zixu, he can still be the king of Wu and lead Wu to achieve hegemony.
Singing and dancing enchant the eyes, beauties confuse people's hearts, and wine confuses people's intelligence.
It is rainy and hazy outside the hall, but there are singing and dancing in the hall.
At some point, the cup in Wu Wang Fu Chai's hand fell to the ground. He was drunk and became more and more wavy.
Wu Zixu left the rain behind him. The further he went, the clearer the weather became.
Wu Zixu had already described the route to Sun Wu's mountain retreat thousands of times in his mind.
Even though it is remote and difficult to find, Wu Zixu is familiar with the road.
That's where he found his way back to life after being cornered.
"Brother Sun."
The carriage slowly stopped.
The bamboo forest was rustling, and beside the stone table, the old man with gray hair and a bamboo slip in his hand suddenly raised his head, as if he couldn't believe the sound he heard.
The old man is dressed simply, and the sharpness and freedom of his youth can be seen vaguely in his brows.
"Brother Wu?"
Sun Wu tentatively spoke.
This scene is more like a dream.
How could Fu Chai allow Wu Zixu to leave, let alone come to look for him.
"I'm here to ask for that bowl of porridge from back then."
Needless to say, the eyes of the old man, who had long passed his hearing, were wet.
"Ready."
"Ready."
"Every year I plant rice myself and leave some new rice. This happens every year without interruption."
"Just waiting for you to come."
The bamboo slips in Sun Wu's hand fell on the desk. He looked away slightly embarrassed and wiped away his tears, smiling.
Wu Zixu also smiled.
A friend who cuts his neck to death can share life and death.
Of course, I also look forward to the most ordinary reunion.
We haven't seen each other for many years, but we don't feel unfamiliar at all.
Make a fire, wash rice, and cook porridge.
It was still the same stone table. Wu Zixu looked at the steaming porridge in front of him with a nostalgic expression, "This bowl of porridge is much thicker than before."
At that time, he was desperate and almost starved to death.
"Brother Sun is becoming more and more skilled at growing rice."
Sun Wu also smiled and sighed, "Back then, you drank four bowls of porridge in a row."
"If I don't grow rice well, how can I keep you here?"
When they first met, one was an idler living in seclusion in the mountains compiling military books, and the other was a poor wandering man.
Later, both of them became the right-hand men of Helu, the late king of Wu State, and they were extremely influential and prominent.
Up to now, he is still the idle man in the mountains. Wu Zixu has also avenged the death of his family and the kindness of his late king.
The steaming porridge was eaten cleanly.
"How have you been doing these past few years?"
Sun Wu put away the bowls and chopsticks and dug out the fine wine buried deep in the ground. "Good wine rewards good friends."
"This is the wine I treasured after I retired to seclusion again after following the late king's successful expedition against Chu with you."
"I'm just looking forward to getting drunk after you come."
Wu Zixu took the wine jar and patted the ashes on the jar.
"Not bad."
It should be considered good.
Sun Wu was not in a hurry to expose Wu Zixu, but just drank.
"I thought that I would never have the opportunity to cook porridge for you again in this life, and these wines might not be restored in my lifetime."
"Over the years, the sea has changed, and it may be buried deep underground forever, or it may be discovered by a destined person."
"However, all the assumptions were not as good as today's reunion."
"After drinking this glass of wine, the dispute in the capital of Chu will be as if it never happened."
Sun Wu once again poured wine for Wu Zixu.
Wu Zixu smiled, "I know you are doing it for my own good."
"Digging graves and whipping corpses is unacceptable to the world."
"You are worried that I will be ridiculed, scolded and despised by everyone in the world, I know that."
"It's just that I don't need to be famous, but I have to avenge my family."
"I never blamed you."
Another glass of wine.
Wu Zixu listens
The wind rustled in the bamboo forest, reminding me of my son who was left alone in the capital.
