His little apprentice has a soft and charming waist

Song Weinan was not ambiguous this time, nor did he answer directly, but said: "You don't want your life?"

He looked at Bu Yuchuan, "You don't want your life, and the third son of Mr. Ning Guogong who is running around following the investigation of the case also doesn't want his life?"

He laughed, "Even Sui Boying didn't dare to let Sui Lanshi do this at first. He just let him fall into party disputes, follow the prince back and forth, and fight with the king of Jin. Even so, he died. Jingtai’s 21st year—are you willing to let your students know?”

Fuyukawa fell silent again.

After a while, he asked again: "What about you?"

Song Weinan walked to the desk, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Wen Yan murmured: "Me?"

"Of course I do. I hate his aloofness, so I also embarrass him overtly and covertly."

"He has always supported the crown prince, and I have supported Prince Jin. I also left a detailed legacy with the crown prince."

Fuyukawa took a step forward and stared at him closely, "Who——"

Song Weinan: "Do you still remember that after Jingtai left Kyoto for Jizhou with his father and son in the 21st year, the prince suddenly wanted to win over the powerful people in Jiangnan?"

Buyuchuan nodded, "It is precisely because of this that the prince suffered His Majesty's wrath. When Sui Boying learned the news, he took Lan Shi and hurried back to the capital."

Song Weinan: "The reason why the prince is like this is because I put someone next to him."

"With the absence of his father and son, he lost his brains and naturally asked others for advice. So, he came into play."

Fuyuchuan: "Isn't it his predecessor, Lin Muping?"

Song Weinan: "No."

He picked up the teacup, brought it to his mouth tremblingly, closed his eyes, and took a slow sip.

Then, he poured himself another glass, took a sip and then laughed loudly, smashing the glass to the ground and smashing it into pieces, "Let me tell you, it's Zhao Xinping next to him."

Bu Yuchuan frowned, "Zhao Xinping?"

He had never heard of this man.

Song Weinan: "Of course, he is dead. Zhao Xinping is the East Palace that Jingtai entered in ten years. He has been a eunuch beside the prince since he was a child. Eunuchs can always understand the master's heart. He has benefited from me, so he will naturally do it for me. I do things."

"On weekdays, I help the prince with some small things, give some small ideas, and get things done for the prince. Gradually, he is raised and raised, and the prince trusts him very much."

When he said this, he sneered, "I don't dare to let anything happen to him at all. From the tenth year of Jingtai to the twenty-first year of Jingtai, Zhao Xinping only made one move, which was to instigate the prince to go to the emperor to talk about Jiangnan taxes. "

"I thought it wouldn't work once, but who knew, the prince actually did it."

"He is just like his father, too greedy, too greedy..."

"So, if Sui Boying is killed, I will have a share, he will have a share, and the emperor will have a share... As for the rest..."

He spurted out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the unopened Buddhist scriptures, staining the scriptures that he did not dare to speak out when he was young but cherished them extremely much.

Bu Yuchuan was surprised and rushed over to help him, "Weinan, what's wrong with you?"

With blood in his mouth, Song Weinan tried hard to straighten his waist and said with difficulty: "I'm going to die."

Fuyukawa looked at the tea he had just drank, and said bitterly: "Things are still getting better, why did you commit suicide!"

Song Weinan's blood was stained on his hands. He stretched out his hand, tried hard to hold Bu Yuchuan's hand, and said: "I once, once wanted to be you, you are so good... Even Sui Boying admires you. "

"But after all, we can't be you. Follow Boying and die for his way. Today, I am also willing to die for my way."

He spit out another mouthful of blood, twitched several times, gritted his teeth, and said with all his strength: "Sui Boying thinks his way is the right way, and thinks my way is crooked. But more than ten years later, Jiangnan is still Let's live in peace and harmony. No matter how poor a student from Jiangnan is, as long as he has a desire to learn, he can study in an academy. Isn't this wrong?"

"All my life, I have been doing practical things and making a living for the people. What have I done wrong..." "If generations of Jiangnan officials hadn't cleared the way for them in the court, he would have followed Boying in farming. How can a person from the family become the crown prince?"

"Everyone who eats something that is eaten inside and outside will be punished——"

His hand fell slowly, his eyes becoming dull, "Go and tell His Majesty, I framed Sui Boying. He is not corrupt, he is innocent. I am the filthy person. I want to Go to hell.”

"I'm going to die... Fuyukawa, I'm going to die..."

He closed his eyes.

Bu Yuchuan tremblingly stretched out his hand in front of his nose and closed his eyes in pain, "Weinan... Weinan... why bother? Is it worth it?"

He still remembered that when Song Weinan came to Kyoto for the first time, he wrote him a greeting note.

He still remembered that after Song Weinan saw him for the first time, his eyes were full of respect.

After all, the young man back then became the bones he is today.

He cried bitterly and felt heartbroken. Ning Shuo and Shen Chi, who were standing guard in the corridor, looked at each other and walked back a few steps in surprise. Then they turned the corner and saw the eldest son of Song Dynasty wearing mourning clothes, sackcloth and mourning. Wearing white silk, holding a letter in his hand, he walked towards this side step by step with a mournful expression.

Behind him were the heirs of the Song family who had all put on mourning clothes.

Step by step, from the eldest son who was three or forty years old to the youngest child who was three years old, they painfully walked to the door of the room, knelt down together, and after trembling several times, shouted loudly: "Father - you go first -"

The door opens.

Bu Yuchuan appeared at the door. The eldest son of the Song Dynasty still held up the envelope and said loudly: "Sir, my father said that after his death, please pass this envelope to your majesty. Every piece of it is here. in."

"He says……"

He raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and said word by word: "He said, I beg you to be fair."

"I just want justice."

Fuyuchuan lowered his eyes and did not move for a long time, then took a solemn step back, bowed and took the memorial in his hand, turned and left without saying a word.

Behind him, Song Weinan died with his eyes closed.

In front of him, Ning Shuo was staring at him with concern.

He then thought of Song Weinan's words again.

"You don't want your life, where are your students?"

Fuyukawa stopped, covered his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He knew very well that he was at the end of his strength.

It's just been a few days.

He was not reconciled, but he was not relieved either.

His vision went dark, and before he fell, he seemed to see Lan Shi running towards him.

Lan Shi called him: "Sir——"

Lan Shi...I'm coming to find you.

You...you hate me?
There are three more nights.

Must have.