Chapter 160

He knew he was dreaming again.

This dream appeared in his life for decades, day and night, entangled, it seems to be deep into the bone marrow, but also like flesh and blood. I can't throw it away, I can't dig it away, and if I don't come for a day, it seems that something is missing.

But he had never had such a clear dream, so clear as if it was real.

"Dog, why do you think you are so stubborn? Isn't my money your money? What do you think I earn money for? Isn't it just to support your studies and make you feel proud?"

"Why do you say you are so stubborn! You say you are so stubborn, who are you showing your stubbornness to?!"

"I know you don't like me, but I've been like this for many years, and I can't change it! I don't plan to change it either!"

"Look at Hong'er, does he look like you?"

...

Xue Tingxiang suddenly felt that someone was shaking him. He opened his tired eyes and saw the dark inner room. Hu San's face was no longer young, and even the lines on the curtain were so familiar. He was just dreaming.

It's just that the dream was too clear, the sorghum fragrance in the air, and the curve of her stubbornly pursed lips made him feel like he was actually there. There are also her tears from being angry, crystal clear and shining with colorful light, he wanted to reach out to touch it, but someone woke him up.

"My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

Xue Tingxiang was propped up and given medicine. He was dying of illness, and he had to be served by someone even to drink medicine. How could he look like that extremely human minister Xue Shoufu who had ruled the court for decades.

Oh no, he is not the chief assistant now.

He has already written a letter to beg for the bones, intending to return to his hometown for the elderly, and the Holy Majesty has already agreed, but he has no home to return to, no relatives to rely on.

In fact, he didn't intend to go back.

"Master Zhang, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Li and Mr. Cao all came to visit you, but they obeyed your orders and blocked the door. They come every day, and they are here again today. Would you like to see me?"

What can they do? Didn't they think that his illness was an expedient measure, waiting for him to stand up and continue to lead them to fight against the emperor, but he was really ill, terminally ill, and the medicine was useless.

"not see."

"My lord, please sleep a little longer."

The room became quiet again, Xue Tingxiang's eyelids began to get heavy again, he blinked again and again, and fell into sleep again.

...

"How come Mr. Wang is free to visit this old man?"

Wang Mingcheng's eyes were a bit complicated, but he smiled on his face: "After all, I am a minister of the same court, and I should come to visit Mr. Shoufu because of emotion and reason."

"I didn't expect you, Wang Mingcheng, to say such hypocritical things, but to see if the old man is dying on behalf of the emperor?" Xue Tingxiang sarcastically said.

He is obviously a haggard old man who is obviously dying, but just because of his calm, indifferent eyes that seem somewhat unpredictable, people dare not ignore him in the slightest.

After all, this is Xue Shoufu, and the name alone is enough to intimidate everyone. That was Xue Tingxiang's deep-rooted roots left by him after going through three dynasties and dozens of years, just like a towering ancient tree with intertwined roots, without him doing anything, just standing there is enough to make everyone daunting.

If not, why would the new emperor have to exhaust all means, but still dare not act rashly, only dare to take that roundabout strategy.

"It seems that my lord has misunderstood His Majesty a lot."

Xue Tingxiang snorted and laughed, half closed his eyes, did not speak, and looked obviously too lazy to talk to him.

"Actually, I'm here for myself. I just came to see how lonely and miserable the villain who abandoned his wife and son was now. I'm afraid Mr. Xue is dead now, and even a descendant in mourning None, in fact, Mr. Xue is too hard to see, it is just a show, just listen to it and watch it, how can you take the fake show as real and make yourself like this? Is it because of a disturbed conscience or fear? His true face is known by the world, he is reviled by others, and he will be stigmatized for thousands of years?"

"you……"

"To say that you abandoned your wife and son is too much to save your face. It should be killing your wife and son, isn't it, Mr. Xue?"

No one knows about all this. The world only knows that Xue Shoufu had a first wife before Mrs. Xue, but they don't know what happened to that first wife. After all, the time is too long, Xue Tingxiang has stood in the court hall for dozens of years, and his former, former and current opponents have all been trampled under his feet.

People in the world only know that Mr. Shoufu is friendly and respectful to the corporals, but they don't know that Mr. Shoufu also has a vicious side. In recent years, anyone who wanted to make a fuss about his past events all became lonely ghosts. No one knows how many ghosts have been added to it, and the only one who can know is Wang Mingsheng, the "bitter master".

"You, you are..."

Wang Mingcheng leaned closer to his face: "It's a pity that my mother's life is so bad, and so is my life. The sinking ship didn't kill us, but was saved by others. Do you know that for so many years, day and night, I I want to see this scene every night. It's a pity that your life is too long, and the power is in the hands of the people. I can only climb up step by step, to the position where I can step on you..."

"You are... Hong'er..." Xue Tingxiang struggled to say this.

Wang Mingsheng stood up straight and smiled heartily: "My name is not Hong'er, nor is my surname Xue, but my surname is Wang. My mother remarried, to the person who saved us...don't get excited, even if You are dead now, and I am not your son..."

Wang Mingsheng has always been known for being calm and introverted, hiding his secrets, and it was probably the first time he laughed so freely in front of people.

"By the way, you don't have to think that even if my official surname is Wang, I can still pass on the family lineage to your Xue family. Let me think about it. Yao Ji released the rumor that my official is as good as Long Yang back then, as if you ordered someone to do it. You really hit the mark, I don’t like women, that’s why I haven’t married for many years..."

He smiled and looked at the old man on the bed, seeing how shocked, disappointed and remorseful he was.

But so what?

He suddenly found that he was not as happy as he had imagined, and even this smile seemed too fake. He suddenly lost interest, flattened the corners of his mouth, brushed off his sleeves, and said, "Since Mr. Xue is fine, I will take my leave."

...

"I didn't, I didn't..."

"My lord, what are you talking about?"

Hearing this voice, the fog in front of Xue Tingxiang suddenly dissipated, and he woke up suddenly from his dream. In front of the eyes is this dark inner room again, Hu San's unattractive or even ugly face, the air is filled with a bitter smell of medicine, and there seems to be a decadent smell floating gently.

Xue Tingxiang moved his lips, but no sound came out.

"My lord, what did you say?"

Hu San was very anxious, and kept asking, but Xue Tingxiang couldn't speak at all. Hu San could only ask based on his own guess: "Are you thinking about the past? Don't worry, your words have been passed on to Mr. Zhang , he already knows that Lord Wang is your only son, and will follow your instructions."