Chapter 491 Husband, You Said I Would Die

Baihe County, Huainan County.

In a farmyard on the outskirts of Baihe County, an old man was hunched over, scattering rice husks to feed chickens.

After feeding the chickens, the old man boiled a pot of tea for himself, sat in the yard, and looked at the blue sky and white clouds calmly.

On the other side of the yard, a woman was hanging clothes to dry.

The woman still looks like she is in her thirties, with beautiful looks, a nice figure, and a lingering charm.

Jiang looked like this thirty years ago, and like this twenty years ago, and she still looks like this today.

It seemed as if time could not leave the slightest trace on her face.

It is hard to imagine that a prime minister, after retiring and returning to his hometown, actually lived in such a small farmyard, no different from an ordinary farmer.

Even such a former prime minister would sometimes take some chickens and ducks to the market to sell.

Over the years, Baihe County has also learned that there is such an old man who was once powerful and influential living in the suburbs, and many people want to visit him.

But all those people were stopped by the county magistrate of Baihe County.

The magistrate of Baihe County dared not allow the old man's retirement life to be disturbed.

Only during major festivals such as the Chinese New Year would the magistrate of Baihe County dare to visit with gifts.

Even if they came to visit, they would just say a few words of greeting and comfort before leaving, for fear of disturbing the old man's quiet life.

After an unknown amount of time, a man in police uniform walked to the gate of the courtyard and bowed to the old man in the courtyard. "Excuse me, is Mr. Fang here?"

Fang Ling, the former prime minister of Wu State, stood up, walked out of the yard, and bowed like an old farmer: "It's me."

The constable quickly bowed again and said, "Greetings, Mr. Fang. Here is a letter for you, sent from Wudu. I dare not neglect it and will deliver it to you as soon as possible. I hope you will sign for it."

When the constable saw Fang Ling, his heart beat faster. This was the former prime minister of the Wu State. He was the most important person he could ever meet in his life.

Fang Ling accepted the letter and nodded: "Thank you."

"You are too polite, sir. I will go back and report now."

"Slow down."

The constable took another look at the important man before turning around and leaving.

It was obvious that this constable had received instructions from the county magistrate, only to tell him not to stay long after delivering the letter.

Fang Ling took the letter and walked back into the courtyard, opened it and read it carefully.

After hanging up the clothes, Jiang put down her sleeves, walked to her husband, poured him a cup of tea, and stayed quietly by his side.

When Jiang heard that the letter was sent from Wudu, she couldn't help but worry, thinking that her peaceful life might be disrupted.

After a long time, Fang Ling put down the letter in her hand, and Jiang Shi finally said, "Husband, this letter is..."

Fang Ling smiled and said, "It was sent by the current Prime Minister of Wu State."

Jiang: “.”

Fang Ling put down the envelope and said, "I have to admit that Mo Chi is indeed a young man that even the dean of Bailu Academy has taken a fancy to. So far, everything has been as Mo Chi expected.

And Mo Chi did not go back on his promise to me.

He really wanted to do this.

Everything he has done so far, even if it is a little roundabout, has not violated his original intention in the end. "

As he was talking, Fang Ling smiled and shook his head: "Like a fool."

“.”

Jiang, who was serving at the side, pinched her fingers and pursed her thin lips.

Finally, Jiang couldn't help but ask, "Husband, are you going to Wudu?"

Fang Ling nodded: "Yes, I am going to Wudu. Since Mochi has prepared everything, isn't this the day I am going to do it for?"

Jiang lowered her head and tightly grasped the hem of her clothes.

Although she has been a wife for decades, Jiang still looks like a young girl: "I don't want my husband to leave."

Fang Ling turned his head and looked at Jiang. Jiang also mustered up her courage, raised her head and looked at the man without a trace of retreat in her eyes.

Fang Ling stood up, stretched out his hand, and patted his wife on the head: "How many years have we known each other?"

"Eh?" Jiang didn't expect her husband to suddenly ask this question.

"Thirty-five years." Jiang said.

"It's been thirty-five years already." Fang Ling's tone was filled with emotion.

Fang Ling smiled and said, "Thirty-five years ago, I was still a young scholar, and you were a beautiful girl. Thirty-five years later, I have become an old scholar, but still a beautiful girl."

Jiang: “.”

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"Tu'er, I don't have many years left to live."

Fang Ling shook his head!

Although the old man has a head full of white hair, his eyes are as firm as a mountain.

"I am not like you who can practice cultivation. Rather than dying of old age, I would rather use this decaying body of mine to do one thing.

What's more, Xiao Mochen, such a young and promising man, is not afraid of death. It would be embarrassing if an old guy like me didn't go.

Wouldn't it be like this that you will be ridiculed by the younger generation for nothing?"

"The master will not die." Jiang raised her head, stubbornly like a little girl.

"Hehe, cough, cough, cough."

Fang Ling started coughing while laughing.

Jiang reached out her hand to pat the master on the back, but Fang Ling waved her hand: "I'm going to the county for a while, and I won't be back after I go. You should take good care of yourself in the future."

Jiang said anxiously, "I'll go with the master."

Fang Ling shook his head: "If you go, you won't be able to come back alive, so be obedient."

Fang Ling patted Jiang's head again, walked out of the yard, and untied the old horse tied outside the yard.

Watching her husband's figure gradually walking away, Jiang's mind couldn't help but emerge from that snowy winter thirty-five years ago.

In that snowy winter.

A fox went out hunting, but accidentally got caught in a hunter's trap and its leg was clamped.

Just when the fox was feeling desperate and was about to accept death in the snow, a scholar carrying a basket of books came over and undid the trap for the fox.

The scholar tore off his blue shirt to stop the fox's bleeding, then held the fox in his arms and walked step by step in the snowy winter.

The scholar took care of the fox and nursed its wounds.

After the fox's injuries healed, the scholar released it into the wild.

On this day, the fox had never wanted to transform into a human form so much.

"My husband, you said I would die."

Watching her husband disappear in the distance, Jiang whispered to herself.

"But if it weren't for my husband, I would have died that winter."

(End of this chapter)