LITTLE GOBLIN: Master, Don’t Come Here!

Everyone is feeling that Master Zhang really has deep affection for his hometown. Only Zhang Mingqiao knows that every time he returns to Sihu County, in fact, he wants to see the figure that has never changed in decades That's all.

Another three years passed.

Zhang Mingqiao walked into the familiar small courtyard.

The figure was sitting on the edge of the stone table as usual, and there was a pot of tea on the table.

It was as if these twenty years had never been in this place.

Seeing such love, Zhang Mingqiao was in a daze.

He looked down at his hands—there were already light lines on these hands.

Over the years, he has devoted all his attention to political affairs, he is very thoughtful, and he is getting older. He is no longer the Mr. Zhang who could receive handkerchiefs and fallen flowers when he was parading around the street.

Sit down across from Love.

Neither of them spoke, but a tacit understanding slowly flowed between them.

Zhong Qing poured him a cup of tea and handed it over.

Zhang Mingqiao reached out to take it, took a sip, and sighed: "For twenty years, your craftsmanship has never changed."

Your appearance has not changed at all.

He didn't say that.

Zhong Qing looked at him: "You have changed a lot."

Zhang Mingqiao laughed and said, "I'm old and ugly."

Zhong Qing shook his head: "You are fine."

Zhang Mingqiao laughed, and he felt that it was enough to get such a comment from the other party.

Zhong Qing stared at Zhang Mingqiao for a while suddenly, and said, "Don't come to me again in the future."

Zhang Mingqiao was taken aback, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was withdrawn: "What do you mean?"

Zhong Qing was silent for a while: "I may, I have to leave here."

Zhang Mingqiao frowned: "Where are you going?"

Zhong Qing said: "A place you don't know,"

Zhang Mingqiao: "No, I've heard you say before that you can't leave Yinshan."

Zhong Qing didn't expect that he would still remember these words, and said helplessly, "One moment and another moment, now I have to leave."

Just now, she received a notification that the system task was completed.

It also shows that she has not much time left in this world.

Zhang Mingqiao stubbornly wanted an answer, but Zhong Qing couldn't give it to him.

Watching Zhang Mingqiao leave, Zhong Qing looked away.

She still has to wait.

Waiting for an opportunity to leave this world.

This time, I waited for two years.

It was a winter day with heavy snow.

Zhang Mingqiao, the Minister of the Household Department who returned home after handling the affairs of the Household Department, felt dizzy as soon as he went out, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

The palace was alarmed, and the imperial physician hurried over, but the final result was poisoning.

In the Hubu base camp, he poisoned the Hubu Shangshu.

The Holy One was furious, but one of the more important things than searching for the poisoner was to detoxify the Minister of the Household Department.

The imperial doctors of the entire imperial hospital gathered in one place, but they failed to find the root cause.

Seven days passed in a blink of an eye, Hubu Shangshu lying on the hospital bed was already pale and dying.

The imperial physicians also gave up and knelt down to the saint to plead guilty.

That night, Han Sheng, the old housekeeper guarding Zhang Mingqiao, suddenly felt a burst of tiredness, so he fell asleep leaning against the pillar in a daze.

A green figure is holding a lamp from far to near, her feet are not dusty, it seems to be floating over.

Looking at Zhang Mingqiao, who was lying on the bed, his vitality was almost completely gone, Zhong Qing sighed.