Chapter 507: Queen Wu

The day of the Wanfa Conference.

The Wandha Conference will be held at the hour of Si.

However, it was already past midnight when Xiao Mochen woke up.

As usual, Xiao Mochen changed into his official uniform, washed up, and ate breakfast in the courtyard.

Xiao Mochen's breakfast was very simple.

It is not like the luxurious living life of ordinary princes, nobles and court officials.

Xiao Mochen's diet has always been very simple. In the morning, he would just have some pickles, a salted egg and a bowl of porridge.

After finishing breakfast, the maid took the lunch box away.

In the past, Xiao Mochen either went to the morning court or read in the yard. It mainly depended on whether Xiao Mochen was free.

But this time is different.

He didn't have to go to court today, and there was still a long time before the All-Law Conference, but Xiao Mochen didn't read in the yard.

Xiao Mochen walked into the study, sorted out some books, and then packed them into boxes one by one, and then wrote notes on the wooden boxes.

Finally, Xiao Mochen cleaned his study, patted his clothes, and walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the carriage and horses were already ready, waiting for Xiao Mochi to arrive.

However, this carriage is a little different. The carriage that the prime minister rides in naturally has its own specifications.

But the carriage and horses that appeared in front of Xiao Mochen looked like those used by ordinary horsemen to transport goods.

In front of the carriage stood an old man.

The old man was wearing the linen clothes of ordinary people, with a hunched back, just like an old farmer.

But the old man's temperament and his eyes were like an abyss.

It seems that if you stare too long, the old man will pull you in fiercely.

"Mr. Fang."

Looking at the old man in front of him, Xiao Mochen bowed respectfully, his tone full of respect.

"Yes." Fang Ling nodded and smiled. "How about riding in my carriage today? I hope the Prime Minister won't mind?"

Xiao Mochi also smiled: "Mr. Fang, that's not the case. It's an honor for Mochi to ride in the same carriage with Mr. Fang. How could I dislike it?"

"Then, Mr. Prime Minister, please come in."

Mr. Fang Ling made way and even put down the wooden bench himself.

Xiao Mochen stepped on a wooden stool and got into the carriage. After Mr. Fang put away his things, he sat next to Xiao Mochen. The two of them drove the carriage towards the palace.

"Today is destined to be extraordinary." Mr. Fang looked ahead, his hands holding the reins without the slightest tremor.

"Isn't that right?" Xiao Mochi nodded, "Today is destined to be very lively."

"How do you think future generations will judge us?" asked Mr. Fang, with a frank and determined tone of joking.

For this old man, he has been waiting for this day for a very long time.

Xiao Mochi thought for a while and said: "It depends on whether the task is completed or not. If the task is completed, then everything will be fine. Today, it will also leave a decent evaluation.

If it fails, those sects will not let Wu Kingdom go.

The people of Wu State are about to suffer.

No one likes to suffer.

We will probably be scolded badly by the people then."

Mr. Fang nodded: "That's true, but fortunately, at least there are people who accompany an old man like me to be scolded together."

Xiao Mochen just kept smiling and didn't say anything.

There was silence between the two again.

"You don't actually have to go and die." Not long after, Mr. Fang spoke again.

Xiao Mochi shook his head: "This is not to die, and if I don't go, how can I carry out today's matter?"

"Alas," Mr. Fang sighed, "Scholars like you are really too rare in this world. So rare that it makes people feel pity."

"Actually, there are still many." Xiao Mochi looked at Mr. Fang, "Isn't this the old man?"

"Me?" Mr. Fang pointed at himself and laughed, "Hahaha! I don't have your awareness. If I were you, I wouldn't necessarily do this. I'm almost dead. If I die today, I'm dead. Besides..."

As he spoke, Mr. Fang's eyes dimmed, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head: "I just don't want to have nightmares anymore, I just hope to feel more at ease."

"Forget it." Mr. Fang spat out the grass root at the corner of his mouth: "How is it going on your side, Your Majesty?"

Xiao Mochi nodded: "His Majesty didn't say anything, Mr. Fang, you also know that compared to us, His Majesty is actually..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Xiao Mochen hadn't finished his words, but Fang Ling already knew what Xiao Mochen was going to say.

"Your Majesty... Perhaps from the beginning to the end, Your Majesty does not seem like an emperor." Fang Ling sighed.

Xiao Mochi gathered his sleeves and said, "Your Majesty, this is the way you are, more like a human being. Otherwise, I would not have come back."

"Many people think that His Majesty has changed completely after what happened, but in fact, His Majesty has never changed. His Majesty has always been the same."

Xiao Mochen looked up at the sky and spoke earnestly.

"It's a pity that she won't be able to see this scene today."

To the south of the palace, there is a sea of ​​purple orchids.

This place has always been a taboo in the entire palace.

Except Emperor Wu and Wu Yanhan, no one can come to this place.

In the sea of ​​flowers, there is a palace.

It’s just that because it has been abandoned for such a long time, the entire palace is covered with a layer of purple orchids.

Emperor Wu, wearing a dragon robe, came to this sea of ​​flowers.

In his hands, he held a wine jug and a basket.

Walking to the center of the sea of ​​flowers, there is a tombstone standing on the ground.

There were a few simple words written on it - Tomb of my beloved wife Jiang Chen.

In fact, this tombstone should be engraved with more things.

For example, the four words "Queen Wu". Walking to the front of the tombstone, Emperor Wu sat down cross-legged, placed stacks of cakes in the basket in front of the tombstone, and poured a glass of wine for his wife.

"I am coming."

Looking at the tombstone, Emperor Wu spoke slowly, his tone gentle as if he had become a different person, completely devoid of the murderous and decisive tone in the eyes of his ministers.

"This may be the last time I come to see you.

You will support me in what I am going to do next, right?"

Emperor Wu stretched out his hand and gently stroked the tombstone, but no one could answer.

Yes, it is the summer breeze blowing through the sea of ​​flowers, like a woman's embrace, slowly holding the man in her arms.

(End of this chapter)