The journey was bumpy, with the migration to the south and the writing of the book. He finally settled down, but when Kong Hanan arrived, he had to go out again...
Kong Hanan no longer had the heart to use his Yin-Yang eyes to see how long Kong Sheng would live.
When Meng Yu helped Confucius out of the house and onto the Mo family's ox cart, Confucius' daughter gently leaned over.
"Emperor, I beg you to call me brother... Please take good care of father along the way. Please."
The most painful thing is the love of a parent, but when the elderly are about to pass away, aren’t the hearts of their children also painful?
Kong Hanan nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, sister. I am the Lord of the Underworld. He can't die unless I let him die!"
When they returned to the ox cart, Confucius had already boarded, and Meng Yu was also ready. From Meng Yu's slightly excited eyes, it could be seen that he already knew the destination.
Kong Hanan was a little curious, but he had to go anyway, so he got on the car patiently.
Kong Hanan had ridden in this ox cart many times, but this time he felt different.
It seemed as if the car was different because Confucius was sitting in it.
Although the wooden boards that make up the carriage are a bit old, they somehow give Kong Hanan a feeling of a dead tree coming back to life.
There was even an extremely natural fragrance floating throughout the entire carriage.
"The scent of the Gentleman Tree is like the friendship of gentlemen..."
Confucius in the carriage greeted him with a smile.
"You have been in a room full of orchids for a long time and still haven't noticed their fragrance. Han An, you have to get used to it."
Kong Hanan laughed.
"Uncle, I've been in the company of demons and monsters, and I'm afraid I've already ended up in the abalone shop."
Upon hearing this, Confucius sighed.
"What a pity, we have different paths after all..."
"You know my Tao, but you haven't given me an answer to the question I asked you before."
question?
Kong Hanan was stunned for a moment, then he remembered.
Under the sky, in Qianji City, Wang Dong personally invited Meng Yu, and he drove thousands of miles overnight and rushed back to Linzi City.
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, when Kong Hanan met Kong Sheng, these were the first words Kong Sheng said.
"Han An, do you have a dream?"
It seems that this question was not only asked by Confucius, but also by the old emperor before he changed his name to Yu Qin.
Even Kong Hanan came from a mortal world, and along the way, both enemies and friends were asking similar questions, trying to figure out his position.
Kong Hanan didn't know what to say for a moment.
Confucius laughed.
"It doesn't matter. Maybe you can give me an answer when we get to our destination."
"Be prepared, it smells... nice there."
Kong Hanan felt that his uncle, the Doraemon, was taking out some magical object from his pocket again.
He had the time and was willing to accompany the old man one last time, but he still wanted to ask some questions.
"Uncle, in my dream, someone saved me from danger. I said that person was me. Do you know who it was?"
Confucius smiled.
"If he said it was you, then it was you..."
"Don't worry, the place I'm taking you to is also related to that person."
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