"I don't blame you."
"This is Nan Yan's own choice."
Lu Hen Ge coughed a few times and didn't want to stay here any longer.
Return to your residence.
Lu Hen Ge called Qingsong to his side and said, "Qingsong, I don't have much time left. Whether you want to stay or go, make a decision as soon as possible."
Qingsong knelt down and kowtowed: "I will not leave. I want to stay with my teacher."
Lu Hen Ge stared out the window at the bleak scenery. Autumn leaves drifted down, like him, like a candle in the wind, a lamp in the rain. "Qingsong, you're not suited to being an official. You're too straightforward and can't stand the intrigues of officialdom. After I die, take your money, leave the palace, and start a small business."
The green pine tree hung its head.
After a long time.
Lu Hen Ge sighed: "In my life, it seems that I have everything: fame, honor, status, power, money, all at my fingertips."
"But it also seems like I have nothing. No relatives around me, no children. When I was young, I was a wandering beggar, and in my old age, I was a lonely old man."
Lu Hen Ge laughed at himself.
This life...
It seems wonderful, but also seems unsatisfactory.
Qingsong also knew that Lu Henge would not live long. He had seen similar things in some old people, which should be called death energy.
Half a month later.
Lu Hen Ge is dead.
Died on a very ordinary afternoon.
He sat on the chair he usually sat in, closed his eyes forever, and reviewed his life in a scrolling manner before his death.
Lu Hen Ge thought of the dream again.
That dream that had only appeared once but left a deep impression on him—the dream of cultivating immortality.
Maybe.
If he cultivates immortality, it will be different.
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