The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1087: State funeral
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Guanyun City, Changming Hall.
Autumn has passed and winter is coming again.
Jia Nanxing was sitting at the door of the hall, with a blanket on his knees. There were two charcoal fires burning in the hall. It was supposed to be warm, but he still felt a little cold.
"Why do you think this winter is colder than before?"
"Master Jia, would you like me to light two more charcoal fires for you?"
Jia Nanxing thought for a while, "Help me up and go to the yard to take a look again."
The young **** who was serving him, Zhao Hou, quickly helped Jia Nanxing up, "Master Jia, it's even colder outside, why not stay here to warm yourself up?"
"You have to move around. Hey, he is getting old. This person will no longer be useful as soon as he gets old. If it weren't for my body, Your Majesty would have gone to Dading Mansion to have a look."
With these words, Jia Nanxing stepped out of the threshold tremblingly with the support of Zhao Hou. He paused and looked up at the gray sky, "The Far North Road was just established. Your Majesty has many things to do. Need to make arrangements, but because of me I had to go home... ugh,"
He shook his head and walked forward tremblingly, "Xiao Zhao, you are quite a spirited boy. If His Majesty comes over another day, I would recommend to Your Majesty that you should go and serve His Majesty then. ”
Zhao Hou was overjoyed and thanked him quickly: "I thank Master Jia for your appreciation. However, it is my duty to serve Master Jia. As for serving the emperor, I am so careless and careless. I am worried that I will offend the emperor and it will not be beautiful."
Jia Nanxing smiled indifferently and said nothing more. The old man and the young man slowly walked into the garden.
The flowers that Jia Nanxin once planted in the garden have fallen off, and even the petals of the chrysanthemums have fallen to the ground.
Jia Nanxing stood by the garden and looked at it carefully, and suddenly felt that there was no difference between this man and a flower - when the time comes, he will all die and eventually return to the dust, and the prosperity of his life will disappear like this.
"Xiao Zhao, Your Majesty is an easy-going and generous person. It is very easy to serve Your Majesty. As long as you are careful, Your Majesty will tolerate even if you make some mistakes."
Zhao Hou looked at Jia Nanxing's stooped back and felt that Jia Nanxing's mentality seemed to have changed after returning from this trip - he seemed to be explaining his funeral arrangements!
Thinking of this, Zhao Hou's heart skipped a beat, "Master Jia, serving Master Jia is also something His Majesty has assigned. I will try my best to do this well first."
"Well... go and sit in that pavilion."
There was no heater in the pavilion, and the wind was strong, blowing Jia Nanxing's white hair, and his already old face seemed to become paler.
Zhao Hou was a little worried and said, "I'm going to get two braziers."
Jia Nanxing did not refuse and said: "By the way, get two more sweet potatoes and let's bake them."
"Okay!"
Two pots of charcoal fire were lit in the pavilion. Jia Nanxing felt much warmer as he roasted the fire. "Bury the sweet potato under the charcoal fire and let it simmer for a while and taste it."
"This time I went on a trip, I gained a lot of knowledge."
Jia Nanxing's chatterbox opened up. With a smile on his face, he talked about what he saw along the way and what he had talked with His Majesty.
"Yao County has many docks and shipping is very busy."
"The Xishan Villa is very nice. Your Majesty pushed me to see the crops in the fields, and I heard your Majesty talk about a lot of things back then. That is where your Majesty started his career. If you have the opportunity in the future, you should also go and see it. ”
"Jinling is still as beautiful as ever. We live in His Majesty's former mansion. That mansion was first called Fu's Mansion, then Ding'an Bo's Mansion, and now it's called Shengguo Gong's Mansion... It is right on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, witnessing His Majesty's arrival from Xishan. The journey of Jinling’s meteoric rise.”
"..."
"My life has been worth it! The thing I am most proud of in my life...is not to achieve the holy level, nor to have a fight with my brother You Beidou on Luomei Mountain and to be taken advantage of by His Majesty. Got a concierge.”
"Your Majesty is a man who values affection and righteousness. I originally wanted to be your Majesty's concierge for the rest of my life... After all, I have some regrets."
Jia Nanxing raised his head and looked at the deserted garden. He recalled every bit of the past, recalling the big and small things that happened after he met His Majesty in Jinling.
A blush appeared on his face, and he didn't know whether it was the firelight or the excitement in his heart.
This is the most beautiful era!
Da Xia unified the world, and its territory was extremely vast.
Officials govern the Qingming Festival, singing and dancing in all directions bring peace, the elderly have support, children have support, and the people are working hard for a future full of hope.
Daxia has a powerful army, hard-working people, magnificent and beautiful mountains and rivers, and a wise king who has not appeared in thousands of years.
This great summer is so beautiful!
However, I am getting old after all. I am too old to be a concierge for His Majesty. I am too old to have to be helped when I walk. I am too old to see these magnificent mountains and rivers.
Zhao Hou dug out the sweet potatoes from the fire. He didn't know how much the outside world had changed. He was fascinated by what he heard, thinking that if he was really lucky enough to serve the emperor, he could go and see the wonderful world outside. , how good it would be.
He patted the sweet potato on the stone table, wiped off the ashes, carefully peeled off the skin and handed it to Jia Nanxing.
"Master Jia, eat it while it's hot... Master Jia, you can always live to be one hundred and twenty years old. With the medicine prescribed by the empress, your health will be fine. Next time you travel with His Majesty, please bring it with you." Servant, I am here to serve you and take a look at this beautiful river and mountains.”
Jia Nanxing took the steaming sweet potato and grinned: "One hundred and twenty years old, I think so, but wouldn't that mean you have become a spirit?"
"I live my life knowing that I don't have much time left. It's not that my mother's medicine doesn't work, but that my age has come and God will take it away."
He took a bite of the sweet potato. It was soft, glutinous and sweet. "Well, it's delicious. You can eat the other one."
"The slave dare not."
"What are you afraid of? I'm not His Majesty's slave yet? I'll eat what His Majesty tells me to eat. Okay, don't be pretentious. Remember, don't be pretentious when you are around Your Majesty in the future. Your Majesty doesn't like this. ”
"Oh!"
Zhao Hou has met His Majesty several times, and he knows His Majesty's affinity, but Your Majesty is Your Majesty after all, and he is not Jian Nanxing. The difference between them is vast.
"It is easy to get into His Majesty's heart. If you treat him sincerely, he will naturally treat you sincerely. However, there are differences between monarch and minister, and it is better not to overstep many things."
"My slave remembers it!"
The old man and the young man finished eating the sweet potatoes. Jia Nanxing sat here quietly for a while, watching a gust of wind and the last remaining red of the chrysanthemums falling to the ground. His heart tightened for no reason and he almost lost his breath. Next up.
"Let's go back, I'm afraid it's going to snow."
"If I die... tell the emperor to bury me... on Luomei Mountain. No, Luomei Mountain is too far away, let's bury me on Han Mountain."
"It would be nice to be buried a little higher so that you can see Guanyun City."
“I haven’t listened to the evening drums and morning bells of Hanling Temple for many years. After I die, I will lie down on the ground and listen to it again.”
Jia Nanxing returned to the main hall, lay down on the warm bed under Zhao Hou's service, and fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, when the first morning bell rang in Hanling Temple, he left quietly with a smile on his face.
"Due to work reasons, it is very likely that there will only be one update in the future. This is something that can't be helped. I hope everyone understands...! 》