Lu Zuo saw Mr. Shuiyue's serious expression, and he had a premonition, "It seems that there is nothing you can do, uncle?"
Mr. Shuiyue sighed and did not answer, "I am very curious about something!"
"But it doesn't matter!"
"I heard what my niece said, now you have to take revenge?"
Lu Zuo nodded, "It seems Jingruo has told you everything?"
Mr. Shuiyue also nodded, "How can you not publicly clear your father's grievances? Now is a good opportunity."
Lu Zuo fell into deep thought. He, who had always been calm and composed, seemed to have frozen his sad expression at this time. It took him a long time to get out of his grief, "Now that my mother is no longer alive, and my brother Renxiang is also dead, I don't I know the meaning of doing this. The only thing that worries me now is Jingruo..."
After hearing this, Mr. Shuiyue fell into deep thought, "Hey... you and your wife are both miserable people, right?" Then he asked, "Now there is no one in the world, you..."
"Uncle is asking me if I want to be the emperor?"
Mr. Suigetsu nodded.
Lu Zuo fell into deep thought again, but after a moment he replied, "If it were me before, I wouldn't want to, but when I saw Liu Xingyuan placing cronies around me, breaking into the palace without permission, and making arrangements without informing me, The old ministers from the previous dynasty came to court early, which made me feel his distrust.”
"That's why you replaced all the people he arranged?"
"That's right!"
"Then do you really want to be this emperor?"
Lu Zuo smiled disdainfully, "You know my current condition best. Even if I want to, I am powerless. What's more, I have never thought about being a bad emperor."
"Then why did you remove Liu Xingyuan's confidants?"
Lu Zuo fell into deep thought again, "I'm worried that after he takes the throne, he will attack my brothers, so..."
"So you want the brothers in Fengji Mountain to secure all important positions?" Mr. Shuiyue continued, "Have you ever thought that by doing this, you are also pushing your brothers into the fire pit?"
Lu Zuo didn't speak, his thoughts were racing. If he really died, then Liu Xingyuan would most likely remove his brothers, or even kill the rabbit and kill the dog...
Mr. Shuiyue saw that Lu Zuo was silent, so he stood up and looked at the decorations around the hall to lighten the atmosphere. After relaxing a little, he added: "Actually, I have heard more or less about what you have done in the past two years. When I come this time, I have something to tell you!"
"Uncle, please tell me!"
"Your master..."
"My master?" Lu Zuo asked anxiously when he heard about his master, "My master has been wandering around and disappeared since I recovered from my illness. Uncle, do you have any news about him?"
Mr. Shuiyue sighed and nodded. When Lu Zuo saw this, he knew something was wrong, but he still asked: "Where is my master now? What happened to his old man?"
"Your master traveled to Penglai to find me a year ago. We had been together for more than a month. It was just the beginning of winter. He accidentally fell and stopped setting off. He has been recuperating in my thatched hut. His condition improved this summer. He fell a little bit, but he still couldn't walk for too long. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, when he got out of bed, he fell again, and then he fell ill. He passed away a few days ago..." Mr. Shuiyue sighed after he finished speaking.
Lu Zuo was like a bolt from the blue. After being stunned for a long time, he said in a daze: "Where are the master's ashes?"
"When I come to Beijing this time, I have already placed your master's ashes in the Kuji Temple outside the city. I will wait for you to choose a date before entering the pagoda."
It was night, Lu Zuo was walking alone in the courtyard after dinner. Looking at the familiar decorations in the garden, he felt desolate. Originally, An Jingruo planned to live in Lu Zuo's original mansion, but in order to make his wife feel like home, Lu Zuo decided to So he decided to move back to Pingyuan Bo's mansion. Sure enough, Anjing Ruo's mood had improved a lot in the past few days, but Lu Zuo's condition was getting worse. Fortunately, Mr. Shuiyue prescribed some medicine again today. After taking the medicine today, I felt much better in the evening.
Lu Zuo looked at the bright moon in the sky reflected in the pond, and the reflection of the residual lotus was also vaguely visible, and his whole body felt much better. So I began to calmly think about some of what Mr. Shuiyue said today. I felt a little regretful for a while and wondered whether I should slowly let Liu Xingyuan take charge of politics tomorrow?
"Master..."
After Yin Ji called his master back to his senses, he asked: "Master, what are you thinking about?"
Lu Zuo smiled slightly and did not answer. Seeing his apprentice holding a bowl of unknown soup, he asked, "What is this?"
"This is Lu Manxi's treasure. It is said to be a thousand-year-old ginseng. It is a great tonic and good for your health. Let me boil it and give it to you to drink." Yin Ji continued, "Mr. Shuiyue also said, This is drinkable and will not conflict with the medicine you are taking now. I got a lot of ginseng this time and brought it to you. You can fry it once every two days and take it after meals."
"I'm interested," Lu Zuo took the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and continued, "I'll give him the knife I got as a return gift tomorrow."
The next day, Lu Zuo gradually felt more comfortable, so he went to Kuji Temple in person to pay homage to his master. After discussing with the temple elders about his master's entry into the pagoda, he hurried back to the Yamen early to attend to business. After dusk, after a busy day, Lu Zuo felt extremely hot again. After resting at the desk for a while, he felt increasingly tired and fell asleep on the desk in a daze.
"Master..."
I don’t know when the moonlight came to the window. The servants did not dare to wake Lu Zuo, but in the end it was his apprentice Yin Ji who gently shook him from his sleep.
"Ji'er, what time is it now?"
"Just after Youshi," Yin Ji turned around and asked, "Master, how do you feel today?"
"I feel energetic during the day, but I still feel weak in the evening. I just slept for a while and feel better again!"
"Master's Wife asked me to bring ginseng soup," Yin Ji said as he took out a bowl of soup from the lacquer box. "Master's Wife told me to go back home early after you finish it."
Lu Zuo slowly drank the ginseng soup. While drinking, he suddenly frowned, "Why do you always feel like there is something unfinished today?"
"Master, what's the matter?"
"I can't think of it!" After Lu Zuo finished speaking, he sighed, quite helplessly.
"If you can't think of it, it means it's not important, so don't think about it," Yin Ji said, pointing to the bowl in Master's hand, "It's better to finish the soup and go home early."
Lu Zuo was busy for two or three days in a row. On the fourth day, it was difficult to get up again. He felt extremely heavy. He didn't move his body for a few times before feeling tired. He thought his old illness had relapsed. But he didn't suffer from convulsions, so he rested at home for a day. In the evening, when Yin Ji came to visit his master, he saw that his face was rosy and his complexion was good, so he congratulated him. An Jingruo was watching, but he always felt that something was wrong. When he wanted to ask his uncle to come and take his pulse, a servant just happened to hand him a letter. The letter said that his uncle had returned to Penglai today. In order not to let anyone try to stay, he chose to leave without saying goodbye. , and also gave Lu Zuo and his wife a few words, asking them to return to Penglai to find him if they were in trouble.
Jing Jingruo then asked Lu Zuo, "My husband has had a day's rest, but do you still feel uncomfortable?"
