The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Zheng Yuanshou, who is over old, has a nervous breakdown. He tossed and turned every night, making it difficult to fall asleep.

Just like tonight, until he got a child, he was holding a petite concubine and gradually fell asleep.

Just closing his eyes, just as he was about to enjoy a sweet dream, he whispered one after another, causing Zheng Yuanshou to open his eyes.

After finally closing his eyes, Zheng Yuanshou, who was disturbed, sat up angrily, slapped the bed and shouted sharply.

"Who! I don't know if the old man has rested?"

"Master, the villain should be damned, but this letter from Jinyang is of great importance, and the villain dare not delay for the slightest."

Zheng Yuanshou, who was being soothed by his concubine's heart, heard Jin Yang's letter, looked at the darkness outside the window, and could only snorted angrily.

After letting the concubine go to the back room, Zheng Yuanshou pushed open the door and saw that the housekeeper standing outside was still holding a wax pill in his hand.

After taking the wax pill, Zheng Yuanshou crushed the wax pill without hesitation, revealing a paper note inside.

After only two glances, Zheng Yuanshou couldn't help but let out an exclamation, staggering under his feet and almost fell to the floor.

The housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and held the white-haired patriarch of the Zheng clan. At this age, he was so thin and thin that if he fell, even if the person was still there, he would have to break a bone or two.

"Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, you can quickly go to various houses to inquire, and ask, they may have received news from Jinyang."

"Ah, this... this point?" The housekeeper glanced at his master with a bewildered expression, and then at the dark and dull midnight.

"..." Zheng Yuanshou also reacted and pursed his lips helplessly.

But the problem is, at this point in time, I really want the housekeeper to go to every house to knock on the door, and wake up from sleep.

Zheng Yuanshou didn't think that the gang of clan elders or patriarchs who were about the same age as him and whose health was much worse than himself.

Be able to face the news as calmly and calmly as yourself. In the middle of the night, it is not easy to find a doctor in case of overjoyed heart attack. Forget it……

He glanced at the note that he was holding in his palm again, and the news had already stimulated his spirit to be stunned.

Even if my old arms and legs can't get up, I don't have the heart to sleep.

After Zheng Yuanshou was stunned for a long time, he had to say to the housekeeper.

"Forget it, let the messenger come over, the old man should ask him if he has something to say."

Soon, after the person delivered the secret letter, he took a few mouthfuls of food hastily.

He had already collapsed on the couch beautifully, and the messenger who was about to fall asleep was quickly brought to Zheng Yuanshou.

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Early in the morning, I received the news that Changsun, who had been lit in the study room all night, hurried to the study room.

The steward who was guarding outside the study room wisely stepped aside, and Changsun Chong approached the study door and asked in a low voice.

"Father, baby is here to greet you."

After a breath, Changsun Chong heard his father's hoarse and dry voice coming from the study.

"It's Chong'er, come in quickly."

Pushing open the door of the study, he saw his own father, the eldest grandson, Wuji, sitting in front of the eucalyptus, with a candlestick on the eucalyptus.

There is still a short section of candles, and only the candle flames engraved on them are crumbling, as if they will be extinguished at any time.

On the other hand, the sluggish gaze of the eldest grandson Wuji, his own father, was now staring at the little flame...

Changsun Chong walked over cautiously and slowly sat down in front of Changsun Wuji at this moment.

The candle flame that had finally bottomed out, no matter how difficult it was to maintain, was finally extinguished, and only a wisp of blue smoke remained...

Changsun Chong saw his expressionless father unknowingly burst into tears.

"Father, what happened to father..."

Zhangsun Wuji picked up a handkerchief and wiped away his tears, and then forced a smile to his own son, Zhangsun Chong.

"It's okay, as a father, I just saw the candlelight shining brightly, and in the end, it can only be turned into ashes. For a while, I feel that life is like a candlelight, and it will eventually end..."

"By the way, Chong'er, why did you come here, but you have something to look for as a father?"

Changsunchong looked at his father's somewhat difficult smile and asked with concern.

"Father, the boy just heard that someone sent a letter to father last night, and the lights in the study were on all night."

"My child is worried about my father, so come and see, isn't my father awake all night?"

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"Oh, don't listen to their nonsense, my father did receive a letter last night, and wrote back to the other party.

As a result, I accidentally fell asleep here and forgot to extinguish the candle. "

The eldest grandson Wuji made up a reason lightly, and said to the filial eldest son.

"By the way, your wife has always been in bad health. Remember to care more about her, understand?"

"Good father~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I know the boy..."

When Changsun Chong saw his father, Changsun Wuji, he didn't seem to have much to talk about, but fortunately, the emotion on his face was no different, so he could only get up and leave.

After Changsun Chong left the room, Changsun Wuji slowly took out the letter sent by Chu Suiliang from his sleeve.

Since this letter was delivered to him last night, Zhangsun Wuji has read it countless times.

He could even recite every word in it, but the more so, the more eldest grandson Wuji understood, Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's really...

Even in these years, the relationship and distance between the two have grown farther and farther.

However, the two have gotten along day and night since they were young, and the fighting friendship that shared weal and woe has lasted almost half of their lives.

But now, this close comrade-in-arms actually took a step forward, which made Changsun Wuji feel the sadness of the hero's end in spite of the pain.

The fall of this old comrade-in-arms who knew him well means that there will be a new king in the Tang Dynasty.

As the saying goes, one emperor and one courtier, if the prince Li Chengqian, who is a stranger to himself, becomes the emperor.

If you think with the nails on your toes, you can predict that waiting for your own destiny will definitely not be bright.

Changsun Chong hurriedly came to the gate of the mansion, and as soon as the gate was opened, he saw several carriages parked outside his mansion.

A white-haired old man descended from the carriage headed by him. It was Zheng Yuanshou, the head of the Zheng family in Xingyang who had visited many times.

It's just that although this Zheng Yuanshou looks very energetic today, he obviously has two dark circles under his eyes, which seems to be caused by lack of sleep.

"I've seen Zheng Weng, Zheng Weng came so early, but he has something to do to find his father?" The eldest grandson rushed forward and gave a salute, looked at the sky, it was too early, right?