Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 4005
In the evening, Zhongnan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, the blue and black mountains are undulating and winding, the rain is falling, and the vegetation is fresh.

The rainwater gathers and flows into the stream, which makes the usually gurgling stream gradually become turbulent. It pours down from the waterfall between the cliffs and pours into the pool below the mountain. There is a roaring sound.

Not far from the water pool is the abode on the back mountain of Dayun Temple. The open windows pour in cool water vapor, but the indoor atmosphere is full of depression and despair.

The eldest grandson Wuji was kneeling in the middle, his chubby white face was dumbfounded, several age spots had crawled up his face at some unknown time, and the gray hair at the temples looked older and older.The next place is Yuwen Shiji who has just returned from the Youhouwei camp. His clothes are so soaked that he has not had time to change, his face is tired, his face is blue and his lips are white.

Linghu Defen and Dugu Lan sat on the other side, facing Yuwen Shiji, their eyes widened at the moment, and their faces were full of disbelief.

The atmosphere of silence lasted for half a stick of incense before Linghu Defen broke the silence with a trembling voice. He first said to Yuwen Shiji: "How is it possible?"

Without waiting for Yuwen Shi to answer, he turned to Changsun Wuji, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What basis did you have when you summoned all the families to fight?"

These people have gone through two dynasties, ups and downs in the officialdom, and they each control a family. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are outstanding people in the world. Many times there are some things that need not be said clearly. Sneaking back to Chang'an, and then single-handedly planned the mutiny, everyone has already agreed that since Changsun Wuji dared to do this, it must be because of an accident with His Majesty Li Er, and it is impossible to return to Chang'an—otherwise I will lend you a black bear's courage, who Dare to raise troops under the rule of His Majesty Li Er, and beat Jinxiu Pass to the ground, and the walls and houses collapsed?
Originally, this kind of matter could not be asked clearly in front of Changsun Wuji, and there was no need to ask, it was a tacit understanding between each other.

However, now everyone has set off a mutiny, not only failed to destroy the East Palace and depose the prince, but even the foundation has been battered, and the whole family is only one step away, so they have no choice but to hide in this Dayun Temple and wait for the situation to reverse. ...In the end, you told me that His Majesty Li Er is back again?
Changsun Wuji drooped his eyelids and remained silent, his whole body filled with a dead silence of "all thoughts are empty"...

Yuwen Shiji wiped his face with a handkerchief, ignored his messy hair, and said quickly: "Now is not the time to blame anyone. Since His Majesty is back, we have to discuss countermeasures quickly. Previously, the prince wanted to fight against Shandong, The plan to return to the imperial court is no longer feasible, so what should we do?"

As soon as the words fell, Dugu Lan broke out.

"boom!"

He threw the teacup in his hand on the ground, his beard and hair stretched out, and he said sharply: "Fart! What is complaining? I have long seen that this matter cannot be done, and I want to stay out of it, but you one by two forced me to get involved. Now not only is there nowhere to go, but even a dead end, why can't I complain?"

Yu Wenshi opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

When the incident happened, Dugu Lan was extremely indifferent, not keen on the matter, and even wanted to stay out of it for a while, but such a Guanlong backbone with high title, high status, and high prestige, it would be difficult for him to stand on the sidelines. Concentrate the power of all the Guanlongmen Clan, so do everything possible to win them in.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with people complaining a few words now...

Linghu Defen at the side also sighed, rubbed his face vigorously, and his voice was almost crying: "Your Majesty has always been generous, but what we did this time has touched His Majesty's bottom line. Now that His Majesty is back, he will treat us with respect." Using thunderous means, it may not be possible to wipe out the three clans for the sake of past love, but at least it has to be assigned to the frontier... Linghu and his family have buried their foundations and demolished the dust in my hands, how can I meet the ancestors? Zong?"

This is the most unacceptable punishment for a powerful family, only a little lighter than the Yi Mie clan.Once sent to the frontier, it means that the Tang Dynasty will never recruit the children of the clan. After two generations, the once famous and famous family will completely dissipate the heritage accumulated for more than a hundred years, and everyone will be wiped out...

These words stung the hearts of those present, and the abode returned to silence again, with the sound of water and the patter of rain outside the window, but everyone's hearts seemed to be tightly pressed by a big rock, and they couldn't breathe.

For a long time, the eldest grandson Wuji, who had been silent for a long time, whirled his knees, and his voice was hoarse and difficult: "This matter is my fault, and the matter has come to this point. I am speechless for any complaints and resentments, but don't worry, I will definitely tell you A confession."

Dugu Lan was terrified in his heart, and his tone was inevitably sharp. He said angrily, "Confession? My Dugu family is honorable and prosperous for generations, and now it is about to be destroyed. What do you give me?"

He didn't understand in his heart, given the depth and far-reaching strategy of Changsun Wuji's city, why did he dare to brazenly launch a mutiny without confirming His Majesty's death?

Is the matter out of his control, causing the plan to go wrong, or is this old thief simply colluding with His Majesty, dragging all the relevant Longmen valves into the water in such a way, that is, to achieve His Majesty's desire to store easily, and to complete it along the way Your Majesty's national policy of weakening the powerful?
If it's the former, you can only consider yourself unlucky, after all, it's up to people to make things happen, and who can be sure that all their plans will come true?
But if it's the latter, as long as there is a bloodline left in the Dugu family, it will also be immortal with the eldest grandson's family...

Changsun Wuji looked haggard, completely devoid of energy, and waved his hands at will in the face of Dugu Lan's aggressiveness, and said indifferently: "Don't need to say more, you wait and step back first, let me think about it."

Yuwen Shi and several people looked at each other, got up helplessly, exited the abode, came to a meditation room not far away, dismissed the servants, sat on the ground, and looked at each other without saying a word.

After a long time, Yuwen Shiji let out a long sigh, his face full of grief...

……

Inside the abode, Changsun Wuji sat alone on the floor mat, and hadn't moved for a long time, like a pottery clay tire.

The drizzle was gurgling outside the window, the sky and the earth were covered by dark clouds, and the defense line in the room gradually dimmed.

I don't know how long it took before Changsun Wuji moved slowly. He sat on the mat and waited until his paralyzed legs eased up. The cold air blowing in from the window flickered flickeringly, reflecting Changsun Wuji's pale face.

After another half hour, he pushed the tea set on the coffee table aside, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, laid out the rice paper, put the paperweight in place, poured a little tea into the inkstone, then held the ink stick in one hand and wrapped his sleeves in the other, carefully grinding.

The whole process was meticulous and full of a deadly silence...

When the ink was finished, I picked up the brush and put it on the rice paper. Suddenly, my thoughts froze and I didn’t know how to write.

Changing a piece of rice paper, Changsun Wuji picked up the pen again, this time with one stroke.

Put down the pen, dry the ink stains, fold the rice paper, put it into an envelope, take out a piece of wax and bake it with a candle, seal the envelope, and take out your own seal from your pocket to cover it.

After doing all this, Changsun Wuji sat behind the tea table in a state of collapse, got up after a while, took out a porcelain bottle from a box on the wall, opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle in front of the coffee table, poured some white powder into the teapot, and threw the porcelain bottle away. Beside him, he poured himself a cup of tea.

He was meditating and sitting quietly in the monastery, the candlelight reflected the light in his eyes, he seemed to be unwilling and relieved, the muscles on his face twitched and convulsed for a long time, and finally turned into a calm...

He picked up the teacup and drank it without hesitation.

The hero's end, only death.

If I don't die, with His Majesty Li Er's heart, I will never let him go. Instead of implicating the entire eldest grandson's family in destroying the three clans and exterminating all blood heirs, why don't I give up on my own and give an explanation to His Majesty Li Er? Let His Majesty Li Er think of Empress Wende and his many years of contributions, and bypass the eldest grandson's family for a while.

What's more, if His Majesty really takes action against the Guanlongmen Clan, the other families will not be able to escape severe punishment. Since this incident started by themselves, each family will inevitably harbor resentment and hostility towards the eldest grandson's family after being severely injured. The Long family can tear up the grandson's family and swallow it up...

Those three people should have made it clear just now that if you die, everyone will live, so naturally they will take care of the Changsun family; if you don't die, everyone must die, and the Changsun family is everyone's enemy.

Once you die, you will thank the world and give everyone an explanation.

……

In another meditation room, the three sat facing each other without saying a word.

It was only when the wick made a slight explosion that the three of them woke up from the state of trance. Linghu Defen's lips twitched, and he said slowly: "It should be... almost?"

Dugu Lan responded in silence, got up and walked out.

Yuwen Shiji and Linghu Defen looked at each other and stood up, but their legs were paralyzed due to sitting for a long time, and they almost fell on the candlestick. Fortunately, Linghu Defen pulled him behind...

Outside the door of the Jingshe, the three of them stood there with changing expressions and hesitant steps. It seemed that there was something terrifying behind the door, which made the three Guanlong bosses hesitate to face it.

After all, it was Yu Wenshi who took a step forward, opened the door and walked in.

The candle was flickering and flickering, Changsun Wuji curled up on the floor mat with a ferocious face and blood from his mouth and nose, Yuwen Shi and his hunched waist moved forward step by step, tremblingly stretched out his hand and tried it on Changsun Wuji's nose. Trying to breathe, and touching the blood vessels in the neck, everything is still.

"Auxiliary machine..."

Yuwen Shiji let out a mournful cry, knelt down with a "plop", and paused for the first time, choking and unable to speak.

He and Changsun Wuji have joined hands to control the Guanlongmen Clan for 20 years. They are both comrades in arms and opponents in intrigue. However, no matter how the relationship changes, the friendship between them must never be erased.

Today, however, he single-handedly forced Changsun Wuji to death.

The boulder that weighed on his head was finally overthrown, and no one could stop him from becoming the leader of Guanlong. However, there was no joy in his heart, only the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox and the guilt of forcing his old friend to death.

(End of this chapter)