Chapter 423: Can the Xia Dynasty unify the world?

A faint green light with rich vitality flowed in his hands, nourishing the dying body.

A long-lost feeling of comfort came over him, and Emperor Qizhi's spirits were lifted. He struggled to sit up from the bed, straightened his back, and looked at the senior in front of him with an ageless face.

"Mr. Gu"

I have a thousand words to say, but at this point, I don’t know what to say.

"You came to see me?"

Emperor Qizhi held Gu Dan's hand with his backhand, as if he was afraid that he would disappear.

"Um."

Gu Dan nodded slightly. There was not much expression on his handsome and young face, only a kind of calmness that came from having experienced the vicissitudes of life.

He had experienced a similar yet different scene more than once.

He could no longer utter hypocritical words. Over the years, he had learned the proper silence.

The cycle of nature: birth, aging, sickness and death.

No matter they are kings, generals, saints or wise men, even if they are weeds on the roadside, they will go through reincarnation again and again.

The flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year.

On the road to immortality, he has experienced too much of this kind of scenery.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

One is in his twilight years, physically weak and mentally feeble; the other is in his youth, fully grown and imposing.

The old man's eyes were full of longing and admiration.

It is already the 159th year of the Xia Dynasty.

The third emperor of the Xia Dynasty is about to come to an end.

But this patron saint of the Xia Dynasty is still the same as before, which makes people applaud and admire him.

Perhaps, perhaps the person before him was really a wisp of divine soul from some celestial monarch who had traveled here?

Heaven and earth will not shorten one's lifespan, and a hundred generations will be nothing to worry about.

In the human world, we understand the supreme path of the flow of worldly affairs and the changes of time.

Amid the ebb and flow of the tide, a few people left their names, a few raised their arms, but they were just a corner of the scenery in each other's eyes.

For ordinary people like them, it is a blessing in life to have the opportunity to meet him for a moment.

"Mr. Gu, you will never grow old?"

In a moment of silence, Emperor Qizhi asked.

Staring at the pair of old and somewhat cloudy eyes, Gu Dan shook his head gently and said, "Yes, how can a person not grow old? The world is like an inn, and I am also a traveler."

"ah"

Emperor Qizhi opened his eyes slightly wide in surprise, and then sighed softly.

I don't know whether I should feel regretful or grateful.

"Even Mr. Gu will grow old."

Emperor Qi Zhi was somewhat depressed, and he clenched his fists involuntarily after regaining some strength. He said unwillingly, "I don't want to be old, but I have to admit it. I still have a lot of things I want to do, and a lot of goals that I haven't completed. I see a brand new era."

Emperor Qizhi lowered his head in pain, full of reluctance and helplessness, "But my body is no longer strong enough to support it."

Gu Dan did not say anything. Only the faint green light in his hand slowly and persistently nourished the dying body in front of him.

How many people in the world can face death calmly? There is not even one person who is as carefree as Zhuangzi.

Time, time, all time is light.

When your life ends, it means saying goodbye to everything.

Be it grand ambitions, ideals and beliefs, or even friends and relatives, after you pass away, everything will be returned to you.

What you bring into this world you cannot take out when you die.

Perhaps it is for this reason that many people firmly believe in the afterlife, thinking that after death there is a new place where they can continue to live in a different way, without completely severing their connection with the world.

Gu Dan remained silent and said no words of comfort.

He just looked at the old man in front of him with calm eyes and listened to his words.

"Give me another hundred or fifty years, or even ten years, and maybe I'll have a chance to see the new look of the Xia Dynasty and witness the new era with my own eyes."

Emperor Qizhi said with great regret: "I will never be able to lead the Xia Dynasty to create an unprecedented prosperity."

“You’ve done very well.”

It was only at this time that Gu Dan spoke up, interrupting him and saying, "Don't think that you can accomplish everything in one go. It's hard to find perfection in the world. It's already quite difficult to do it to the best of your ability."

Even if you live forever, there will still be regrets.

Where in the world can you get the best of both worlds?

The way for ordinary people to survive is to burst out all their energy in a limited time.

Relatively speaking, Emperor Qizhi's life was already exciting enough.

At least in this respect he was much more fortunate than Wang Mang and Emperor Chengping. He saw a new future before the Xia Dynasty prospered to its utmost.

And therefore have great ambitions.

It is hard to say whether it is better to be ignorant and grow old in peace, or to see the future and die unwillingly.

The unwillingness in my heart can only be left for future generations to write about.

"I wish I could ask God for another five hundred years!"

Emperor Qizhi said with bitterness.

He hasn't lived enough, and he doesn't want to die yet.

But time waits for no one.

Gu Dan listened calmly and stopped comforting her.

After Emperor Qizhi's emotions slowly calmed down, the unwillingness and resentment on his face gradually subsided - and only in front of Mr. Gu could he express his inner thoughts like a child.

In front of outsiders, he is the Emperor of Xia after all. He must maintain the dignity of the Emperor of Xia and cannot do whatever he wants.

Even this unwillingness can only be transformed into a smiling face, waiting with a smile, and encouraging the newcomers with full expectation. All negative emotions must not be revealed. Emperor Xia must have confidence, enough confidence.

To be honest, it's really tiring.

It's like wearing a mask. After staying there for a long time, I can't tell whether the person under the mask is myself or I am the mask.

"Mr. Gu."

Emperor Qizhi suddenly asked, "Did you also bid farewell to my ancestors in this way?"

"Um."

Gu Dan nodded slightly.

"What was he like before he died?"

Emperor Qizhi asked with some curiosity.

His grandfather, the Holy King Wang Mang.

He wasn't actually familiar with him.

At that time, he was still very young, and Wang Mang was busy with state affairs and devoted himself to government affairs.

Even in his later years, his behavior became even worse. He never truly enjoyed any family happiness. Even his own grandchildren could only get a glimpse of them from the records of various historians.

How can cold words be as clear as asking the people who experienced it directly?

"He was very calm, even a little happy."

Gu Dan answered without hesitation, without even a moment's thought, as if that picture was still embedded in his mind.

"ah?"

Emperor Qizhi widened his eyes in surprise. This was something he had never imagined.

"He is quite different from you. Wang Mang actually lived from Dayue to the Xia Dynasty. He has his own experiences and no experience before he shouldered the heavy burden. After becoming the Emperor of Xia, he was always worried that he was not competent, so he was extremely strict with himself and never slacked off."

Gu Dan said slowly, "When he was in his twilight years, many people he knew had passed away. Even his beloved beauty died before him. From then on, he didn't care much about the word life and accepted it all very calmly."

"Yeah?"

Emperor Qizhi muttered to himself.

He had been in the imperial court since he was born, receiving instruction from famous teachers.

What is considered a life that belongs to me? I don't understand.

Just like the reign title he chose, he was born into the powerful Xia Dynasty, and his goal was to make the Xia Dynasty even more powerful.

But the mark that belongs to oneself, the mark of a person, is very slight and invisible.

The emperor is supposed to be a fair man, how could he have any private affairs?

He has neither a lover nor any other hobbies.

All his life's efforts were placed in the Xia Dynasty.

His life seemed like a one-way street. He had been thinking about the Xia Dynasty all his life and had never had any other stronger desires.

So he could accept the passing of people around him one by one, because there would always be new talents emerging.

This is the Xia Dynasty’s luck, there will always be someone to take over.

This was a personal misfortune. Ultimately, he was unable to accompany Xia Chao throughout his entire life and be faithful to him.

Soon, his name will also be one that is imprinted in history books, either positively or negatively.

If you think about it carefully, it should be praised more, right? Can a few strokes in the history book exchange for more than 70 years of hard work? Can future generations understand his enthusiasm and expectations for the Xia Dynasty? He could not accept his own death so calmly, as he still had unfinished business in his heart.

"Mr. Gu, there is one thing I have never talked about with anyone else."

Emperor Qizhi avoided the topic and spoke instead.

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"oh?"

Gu Dan asked, "What's the matter?"

"My father, before he died, at his bedside, the thing he regretted most was that he didn't see you."

When talking about this, Qi Zhidi finally smiled a little, a smile that looked a little bit worthy of a beating, a little playful and relieved, "In this regard, I have already beaten my father by a lot."

"Ha, that's really a loving father and a filial son."

Gu Dan couldn't help laughing as well, and they both burst into laughter.

As he laughed, tears rolled down Qizhidi's eyes.

“I really can’t accept this.”

Emperor Qizhi said again.

He has said it many times.

But every time, it's sincere.

He doesn't want to die.

He didn't want to die at all.

There is no way, no way. "Only after a hundred years of life do we realize that things in the world are fleeting, and that things change so swiftly."

Emperor Qizhi's originally straight back gradually became hunched.

He is tired.

The old body lay back on the bed, no longer speaking.

No matter how many words he said, he couldn't express the resentment in his heart.

A generation of emperors is like a floating cloud.

Emperor Qizhi's breathing gradually became weaker.

The gaps between the rise and fall of his chest became longer and longer.

The unwilling soul was ultimately unable to overcome the long and dark clouds, and the whole person seemed to sink into the water and gradually sink.

Only a slight, imperceptible trace of warmth can still nourish a body that is on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly, Emperor Qizhi began to struggle.

On that old face, wrinkles piled up and twisted, like an unwilling evil ghost. He forced himself to cheer himself up, to cheer up his own strength.

Finally, he opened his eyes again.

His dim vision had lost focus, and everything in front of him was blurry, between drowsiness and darkness, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Mr. Gu?"

Emperor Qizhi called out in an extremely anxious voice, holding Gu Dan's hand like an iron clamp, tightly grasping it, not knowing where the strength came from.

"I am here."

Gu Dan said.

"You say. You say."

Emperor Qizhi's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing sounded like a bellows. "Can the Xia Dynasty unify the world?"

He is still thinking about it.

He always thinks about the things he wants to do but has never done.

Inspire your ambitions. Inspire your ambitions.

Initiate the ambition of Great Harmony and the aspiration of the Xia Dynasty to unify the world!

That achievement was never completed in his hands.

He was unwilling to accept this, he was unwilling to accept this . There was a brief silence.

Then a voice of affirmation sounded.

"Yes, I will."

Holding his hand gently with a warm palm, Gu Dan said slowly but firmly: "There will be such a day, even if it's not now."

"That's good, that's good."

Emperor Qizhi's panicked expression finally faded away, and he looked like a child who had received a promise, full of expectations, "That must be a great undertaking that will shock the world, right?"

"Yes. That will require the efforts of many people, but it will definitely be done. Because Xia Dynasty has you and your efforts, it will definitely be done." Gu Dan said.

"I?"

Qizhidi's voice was delighted.

“Me.”

A sound was heard, not sure whether it was one of relief or a sigh.

The sound gradually died down.

Spring, the 159th year of the Xia Dynasty.

It took seventy-three years.

The third emperor of the Xia Dynasty, Emperor Qizhi, died.

He died at the age of 101.

Gu Dan stretched out his hand and closed his eyes.

"have a good rest."

Gu Dan said softly.

As an ordinary person, he is over a hundred years old.

In the human world, it could be considered a happy funeral.

However, Emperor Qizhi had a special status, and the time he spent planning for the country was almost equal to the total time spent by Wang Mang and Emperor Chengping. For the people of the Xia Dynasty, his contribution was definitely not insignificant.

In this special era, the passing of such a truly respected and influential figure will probably cause some waves.

However, Emperor Qizhi had already anticipated this matter and had laid the groundwork two years ago, which was spread far and wide in the form of a self-criticism edict.

Even if he died, Emperor Qizhi hoped to use his death to exchange for something more beneficial for the Xia Dynasty.

The Xia Dynasty was lucky to have such an emperor who devoted his whole life to the country. Although he was once quite extreme, he did not make a big mistake. It was a great virtue to stop at the edge of the abyss.

So Gu Dan came to see him off for the last time.

He tidied up Emperor Qizhi's appearance finally so that he could retain his dignity as an emperor.

Gu Dan stood up and looked at the empty room. Through the window, he could see the sun outside which had just risen not too long ago. It was slightly orange in color and had not yet emitted real light and heat.

This sad news has not yet been known to the outside world.

But it won’t be long before we share the country’s sorrow once again.

There are more challenges waiting for the Xia Dynasty ahead. In the new era, the Xia Dynasty needs to readjust itself and choose a position that suits it better.

The old people have passed away, and this is the end of an era.

And the new era is already at hand.

Gu Dan's figure gradually disappeared from the spot.

Just leave one sentence to comfort the departed soul.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a move in a few years."

(End of this chapter)