Chapter 380

Back home, peace can get a trace of comfort.

At home, there are loving parents, considerate wives, filial sons, daughter-in-law, and smart and clever grandchildren.

There are so many servants in the prime minister's house that they take care of the house in good order.

Ping he got down from the carriage and entered the house. The servant immediately removed dust and changed his clothes.

He found that the atmosphere at home was different.

Before he asked, the housekeeper hurried to the house and told him:

"Master, it's not good. Both the master and the old lady are ill!"

Pinghe hurriedly followed the housekeeper.

He saw his parents inside.

They were old and lying in bed, in bad condition.

"Son." Zou's hand trembled.

Ping He hurried to the bedside and held his mother's hand.

"Niang, why did you get sick? Didn't you get well before?"

Asked calmly and sadly.

"Son, I'm too old to be ill. Don't think about how old you are, and I'm very old..."

Zou gasped and reluctantly said.

I?

He was stunned.

How old is he.

For a moment, peace could not remember at all.

He only remembered that he had been prime minister for a long time, and Changguo was in good luck under his governance.

Only recently has it become bad

incorrect.

Think calmly and blankly.

How many years has he been prime minister?

How long has king Chang been in power.

He gave birth to a son, and his son gave birth to grandchildren.

And then? How many years have passed?

He held his mother's hand peacefully, as if something was slowly rising in his heart.

"No!"

He shook his head desperately.

He seemed to think of something terrible.

Peace quickly subdues all the thoughts that should not be.

That's good.

Don't remember, it must be the most terrible nightmare.

There's always a way to solve those domestic problems. It's okay.

Peace comforts itself.

He summoned his children and grandchildren and was relieved to see them.

Suddenly, another servant came outside.

"Master! King Chang sent a general to our door with troops and horses!"

Calm hurried out to see.

At the gate of the prime minister's house, the general read out the will of King Chang to Pinghe.

"Reflect at home?"

Repeat the words of the will in peace and disbelief.

So, what does it mean to come here with troops and horses?

Worried that he won't succeed in rebellion?

After the general left with his men, Pinghe asked someone to understand the situation.

The courtiers impeached peace in a letter.

King Chang gave this will.

The situation quickly turned downward.

From introspection to dismissal.

From rest at home to prison.

At the instigation of King Chang, the flat house was copied.

His wife and children were taken away, leaving only the dying old man and crying grandchildren.

He knelt in prison peacefully, and his resentment was hard to calm.

He banged his head against the iron door of the prison and shouted:

"My Lord, I am wronged, wronged!"

"I've worked hard for Changguo and never thought about myself for a moment!"

"My heart is only for the people and the country of Chang!"

"King, how can you listen to the slander of villains and put me in prison!"

His voice echoed through the prison, his head humming against the door.

But no one cares about him.

He seemed to be forgotten by the world.

Peace hit for a long time, his hands were broken, his forehead was rotten, dizzy, so he had to stop.

Recalling what he had done for this country and what happened today, he couldn't help crying.

Only now did he feel old and useless.

The peaceful wrinkles on his face are full of tears.

He cried for a while.

Outside the cell, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Someone came in softly.

Peace rushed to the door of the cell and poked his head from the iron bar that formed the gate.

He stared at the end of the corridor.

A man slowly appeared from the corridor.

This man gave him a slightly familiar feeling.

That's a woman.

in one's twenties

Although the face is young, in the eyes, it seems to contain thousands of years and changes.

The woman's pace is not slow.

Step by step, step by step, through the rows of cells.

Her eyes never stopped around.

When the woman came to the door of Pinghe's cell, she stopped.

She turned and looked at peace.

This move suddenly ignited the hope of peace.

"Are you here to save me? Help me! Let me out!"

Peaceful fingers clenched the iron bar tightly and asked anxiously towards the woman.

The woman smiled faintly.

I don't know why, although her clothes are very ordinary, they give a sense of peace and great dignity.

Clearly a woman, but has not lost to any king, abundant temperament and awe inspiring dignity.

It's like she once led the people and made great achievements for thousands of years.

The feeling gave him the creeps.

Peace could not help but stop, but looked at her with some surprise.

"My name is Xiaohua."

Floret's tone is gentle.

But in peace, every word she said seemed to have a heavy weight.

"The dream is beautiful, but it is not real."

"In reality, the prime minister below one person and above ten thousand people will be suspected by the king, envied by his colleagues, and slandered by the traitors."

"In reality, people can't live without themselves. Everyone has his own small abacus, defects and weaknesses."

"Bandits are endless, not because the government has not made efforts to eradicate them, but because some people can't live without bandits."

"Corruption is endless, not because the criminal law is not heavy, but because the forces of all parties are intertwined and protected by officials, which finally exceeds the scope of your jurisdiction."

Xiaohua's words hit the peaceful heart like a hammer.

The questions that hovered in his mind for a long time and were difficult to answer were solved one by one.

His body trembled.

Sweat and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

He was wrong.

It turned out that what he and his friends usually thought of as the way to save the country was just a naive fantasy.

"You think that as long as you are still alive, you can ensure the long-term stability of the country."

"But you are just a mortal."

"You will be ill, old and dead. You will be framed and dismissed. Moreover, when you die, others will break all the achievements of your life's efforts and start again..."

Xiaohua's eyes were blurred for a moment.

"The master once told me that this is called history."

"This is the cycle of history."

"Infinite reincarnation."

"An unbreakable puzzle."

"People standing in the river can never get out of the vortex by themselves."

"Only the existence outside the river can see the flow direction of the whole history."

"Peace."

The little flower stretched out her hand to him.

"You are willing to indulge in false dreams as a mortal."

"Or become a fairy to face the real world?"

"Wake up, peace!"