After the marriage, the cousin was spoiled by the whole family of the Marquis's Mansion

Chapter 168 Mu Chun 2
Pei Lan covered her mouth with her hands, tears already streaming down her face.

The sounds from inside were still coming intermittently.

"The Sage, Prince Qing, and Meng Yunying are all the same kind of people."

"I provoked a factional dispute in the Qing Dynasty palace, which was a dog-eat-dog situation. Unfortunately, my plan failed, and the Qing prince was forced to abdicate and died."

"The imperial court, which was already in a precarious situation, could collapse without any effort."

"Prince Qing is still too stupid. He has clearly poisoned the Sage and is now terminally ill. He only needs to wait a few more days and kill the Crown Prince, and he will be able to cover up everything."

"But he actually went to force the emperor to abdicate."

Mu Chun paused and said, "You were the one who stood out during that palace coup."

"Now do you know what kind of person you are loyal to?"

Ji Yunzhang said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty is not the Sage."

Mu Chun shook his head. "The sage had methods, but Your Majesty has none. Even a crown prince is sitting shakily, let alone the throne of an emperor."

He took a deep breath and continued.

"In fact, I had already lost at that time, but I was unwilling to give up."

"Why do people in such a royal family and such a court still want to live like this?"

"So I'm heading west. I want to lend a helping hand to the Western Jin Dynasty."

"The Western Jin Dynasty is actually just another piece of rotten wood."

"Nothing can be built without destruction. To be reborn from the ashes, let's just tear it all down and start over again."

As he said this, he looked at Ji Yunzhang and said, "My child, the current situation has given rise to two paths for you to choose from."

Ji Yunzhang pursed his lips and frowned slightly.

Mu Chun chuckled, looked at the three paintings in his hand, and threw all three paintings in.

In an instant, the flames in the brazier jumped up.

"You are very much like your father. You are a rare breath of fresh air in this filthy court."

Ji Yunzhang lowered his eyelids slightly and said nothing.

"Your father was a loyal official. There are tens of thousands of corrupt officials in the court, but your father is not one of them."

"Your father has been a soldier all his life. When he got old, his military power was taken away at will. When foreign enemies came, he gave it back at will. It's as ridiculous and pathetic as a child's play."

"The sage was a mean person, always haggling over every penny, and good advice was unpleasant to his ears, so Prime Minister Qin was demoted again and again, and now the cabinet left by the sage is only left with Prime Minister Chen, a fence-sitter."

"I have been traveling abroad for nearly ten years. Have you ever seen a poll tax? You have to pay a tax when you have a child, and it is divided into male and female. Girls are favored over boys. Do you know why? The county magistrate said that boys can be laborers, and girls may be married off elsewhere."

"The levees are already riddled with holes, the river workers are not paid, and the river officials have their houses built more magnificently than the last."

"There is even one person who wants my calligraphy for a thousand gold coins per word. Four words mean a long history."

He smiled sarcastically, "I wonder if he wants his money to last longer."

"The imperial court is so high that all officials yearn for it. Prince Qing buys and sells official positions, and his subordinates follow suit. He has already nurtured a nest of parasites. How many officials are there who can do practical work?"

"Back then, I came to Yanjing with a sincere heart, but the sage showed me a wasteful and corrupt court."

"The sages could not restrain the officials, nor could they restrain their brothers and sisters."

"My suffering is also the suffering of the people in the future."

"A greedy country will be in chaos, a chaotic country will be weak, and a weak country will be bullied!"

"Have the reforms that Your Majesty implemented since ascending the throne been effective?"

“The corruption is so deep that there is no cure.”

"Such a court should have been revolted long ago!"

Mu Chun picked up the last painting.

There is no one in this painting, it is just a simple picture of boats sailing on the canal, with no signature or inscription.

There are two lines of poetry written next to it.

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sinking boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.

"I'll give this one to you."

He handed the painting to Ji Yunzhang and said, "The world still belongs to Da Qi. I am a sinner, and my sins are grave."

"The paintings have been burned, we can start now." All the paintings in the brazier had been burned out, leaving only a few sparks and a basin of ashes.

Just like the desolation behind the prosperity.

Ji Yunzhang looked at the painting in his arms. The two words "Mu Chun" were the hope he gave himself.

He looked up at the person in front of him. He had closed his eyes with a relaxed smile on his face.

The mask thrown on the ground lay upside down, as if the unbearable past was finally going to disappear and disappear with his departure.

It seemed that this was what he had always wanted, and he finally got it today.

"slow!"

The door curtain was pulled open.

Pei Lan stood at the door. She reached out and pulled off the fake Adam's apple on her neck and pulled out the hairpin on her head.

With her black hair loose and her voice still hoarse, one could recognize her as Rong Peilan at a glance.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mu Chun didn't expect that she would come here.

He looked at his daughter, whom he had once cherished in the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to carve her appearance deeply into his memory.

"Lan'er, Daddy once said that if you were a man, you would do something."

"Father, what you said is wrong. Father has experienced all the pain that a man cannot escape."

"Yun Zhang is a good boy with a pure heart. Dad will be relieved if you marry him."

The corners of his lips curved into a warm smile.

"Lan'er, Daddy misses your mother. It's been seven years. Your mother said she would wait for me. She has been waiting for so long. You know her. If she waits any longer, she will be angry."

"Dad failed to take care of you and bring you up. It's Dad's fault."

"Maybe in the next life. We'll be father and daughter again in the next life."

A surge of grief surged in Rong Peilan's heart, as if something was about to leave, but she couldn't catch it.

She hurriedly took two steps forward, "Father..."

Mu Chun had already pulled out a dagger and stabbed himself in the heart.

"No!" Rong Peilan stopped suddenly and watched a red flower slowly blooming on her father's chest.

She walked forward slowly, stretched out her trembling hand and held him.

Ji Yunzhang's pupils trembled, and he could only barely hold up his falling body.

Mu Chun took a deep breath and squeezed Ji Yunzhang's arm tightly, as if he was using up his last bit of strength to speak.

"My child, I will pay you back in my next life for what I owe you... I just beg you, please don't let my daughter down..."

"She was just born in the wrong place..."

He reached out and held Rong Peilan's hand tightly.

"Lan'er... Daddy taught you a lot... but he didn't teach you... to be sharp. The world is difficult and dangerous. Kindness has its limits. In everything, you should put yourself first..."

Rong Peilan's tears were like beads that had broken off the string.

"No, Dad. You clearly said that you would take me flying a kite after you and Mom came back from worshipping incense."

"I've waited so long, you can't abandon me again."

"And Kuan Ge'er, you haven't met him yet!"

Mu Chun slowly raised his hand and looked at the nothingness in the sky, as if he saw someone.

He bowed with both hands and a smile on his lips.

"My name is Rong Pingyuan from Fengyang. May I ask your name, young lady?"

A green silhouette stood by the San Sheng Lake, with a pearl flower pinned in her hair, clear eyes, a delicate nose and red lips.

She slowly turned around and smiled, like the warm sun in the dead of winter, melting the snow.

——"Xie Qingping."

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