Great Creator

Chapter 380 A Pillow and a Dream (12)

Back home, peace can get a little relief.

At home, there are loving parents, a considerate wife, a filial son and daughter-in-law, and smart and well-behaved grandchildren.

There are many servants in the huge prime minister's mansion, and they manage the house in an orderly manner.

Ping He got off the carriage and entered the house, and the servants immediately cleaned him and changed his clothes.

However, he found that the atmosphere at home was different from the past.

Before he could ask, the housekeeper at home hurried over and told:

"Master, it's not good, both the old master and the old lady have fallen ill!"

Ping He hurriedly followed the housekeeper.

He saw his parents inside.

The two of them were old and tired, lying on the bed, both in bad condition.

"Son." Mrs. Zou stretched out her hand tremblingly.

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

"Mom, why are you sick? Didn't you feel fine before?"

asked peacefully and sadly.

"Son, mother is too old to be ill. Don't even think about how old you are, and mother is also very old..."

Panting for breath, Zou spoke reluctantly.

I?

Peace was stunned.

How old is he.

For a while, Ping He couldn't remember at all.

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

Only recently has it gotten bad...

wrong.

Thinking peacefully and blankly.

How many years has he been prime minister?

How long has King Chang been in power again.

He gave birth to a son, and the son gave birth to a grandson.

And then what? How many years have passed?

Heping held his mother's hand, as if something was slowly emerging in his heart.

"No!"

He shook his head desperately.

He seemed about to remember something terrible.

Ping He quickly subdued all the thoughts that shouldn't be there.

That's fine.

Don't think about it, it must have been a worst nightmare.

There is always a way to solve those domestic matters, it's okay.

Peace comforts himself.

He summoned his children, grandchildren, and looked at them with great relief.

Suddenly, another servant came running outside.

"My lord! King Chang sent a general to our door with soldiers and horses!"

Ping He hurriedly went out to have a look.

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

"Reflect at home?"

Peacefully repeated the words in the will in disbelief.

Then, what's the point of bringing soldiers and horses here?

Worried about his rebellion?

After the general led the people away, Ping He found someone to understand the situation.

All the ministers in the court wrote to impeach Ping He.

King Chang made this decree.

Things quickly took a turn for the worse.

From introspection to dismissal.

From rest at home to jail time.

Under the instruction of King Chang, Ping Mansion was ransacked.

His wife and children were taken away, leaving only a dying old man and a crying grandson in the family.

Kneeling peacefully in the prison, the resentment and indignation in his heart were hard to calm down.

He banged his head on the iron gate of the prison and shouted:

"Your Majesty! I was wronged, wronged!"

"I have devoted myself to Chang Guo, and I have never thought about myself for a moment!"

"I am only for the people of Chang Kingdom, for the country and society of Chang Kingdom!"

"Your Majesty! How can you listen to the villain's slander and send me to prison!"

His voice echoed through the prison, his head banging on the door buzzing.

However, no one cares about him.

He seems to have been forgotten by this world.

After bumping peacefully for a long time, his hands were broken, his forehead was smashed, and he was dizzy, so he had to stop.

He couldn't help crying when he thought about everything he had done for this country and what happened today.

Only at this moment did he feel that he was old and useless.

Tears welled up in the wrinkles on Ping He's face.

He cried for a while.

Outside the cell, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Someone came in quietly.

Heping rushed to the door of the cell, poking his head out of the iron bars that made up the gate.

He stared intently at the end of the corridor.

A person slowly appeared from the other side of the corridor.

This person gave him a slightly familiar feeling.

It was a woman.

Twenties.

Although the face is young, the eyes seem to contain thousands of years of time, which is ever-changing.

The woman's pace is unhurried.

Step by step, walk through the rows of cells.

Her gaze never lingers around.

When the woman walked to the door of the cell where Ping He lived, she stopped.

She turned around and looked at peace.

This move suddenly ignited the hope in Ping He's heart.

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

Holding the iron rod tightly with peaceful fingers, he asked the woman anxiously.

The woman smiled lightly.

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

She is obviously a woman, but she has a vigorous temperament and awe-inspiring majesty that cannot be lost to any king.

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

This feeling made him terrified.

Ping He couldn't help but stop, but looked at her with some suspicion.

"My name is Xiaohua."

Xiaohua's tone is gentle.

But from Ping He's ears, every word she uttered seemed to have a great weight.

"Dreams are beautiful, but they are not real."

"In reality, a prime minister who is under one person and over ten thousand people will be suspected by the king, jealous by his colleagues, and slandered by traitors."

"In reality, it is impossible for people not to live for themselves. Everyone has their own little calculations, flaws, and weaknesses."

"There are endless bandits, not because the government doesn't do their best to eradicate them, but because some people can't live without being bandits."

"Corruption persists not because the criminal law is not strict, but because the forces of all parties are intertwined and the officials protect each other. In the end, it exceeds the scope of your jurisdiction."

Xiao Hua's words hit Ping He's heart like a hammer.

Hovering in his mind for a long time, the difficult questions were solved one by one.

His body trembled.

Sweat, tears, rolling 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 will be able to ensure the long-term stability of the Chang Kingdom."

"But you're just a mortal."

"You will get sick, get old, and die. You will be framed, you will be fired, and, when you die, other people will smash all the fruits of your life's hard work..."

Xiaohua's eyes were blurred for a moment.

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

"That's the cycle of history."

"Infinite reincarnation."

"An unbreakable maze."

"Those who stand in the river will never be able to get out of the vortex by themselves."

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

"Peace."

Xiao Hua stretched out her hand to him.

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

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

"Wake up, peace!"