PFC Chapter 555 Ling Tian has no master
Chapter 555 Ling Tian has no master
Li Shanhe thought that the ignorant old slave had returned. There were no more wine glasses to smash around, so he muttered "get out" and lowered his eyes, becoming drowsy.
However, the "old slave" did not stop even after hearing the sound, but gradually approached step by step. A trace of anger appeared in Li Shanhe's eyes, and he raised his eyes to look towards the sound of footsteps.
However, he found that it was not an old slave at all, but a tall and handsome man in white. Li Shanhe was stunned for a moment. He did not expect it to be this person, and he did not expect that man to sit down directly next to him.
"What are you here for?" Li Shanhe retracted his gaze and said calmly.
"Look how you die."
Li Changxiao sat cross-legged, supporting himself with his hands on the floor of the hall. He felt a chill on his palms and could not help but say, "The floor is too cold."
The touch was quite good, smooth and delicate but not slippery. Li Changxiao put his ear to the ground and knocked gently. In the lonely hall, waves of echoes were heard, crisp and pleasant, as if in the depths of the valley, a drop of melted ice and snow water flowed across the rock walls and finally dripped onto the ancient bronze bell, and the bronze sound echoed melodiously in the valley.
"It's a Qiyun stone, its body is like jade, it feels cool and delicate to the touch, it's cold in nature, so it's normal to get a little frozen." Li Shanhe said without turning his head, his tone stiff.
The lucky stone he mentioned is the main material of the floor of this hall.
"I've never been here before." Li Changxiao smiled leisurely, leaned back, and looked around curiously. This was the first time he entered this hall. The decoration inside was not even inferior to the meeting hall in the Wanbao Academy of Eryuan Sect.
"Hate me not."
Li Changxiao turned over and got up, without stopping for a moment, walking between the stone pillars, or gently stroking the carvings on the stone pillars, or tapping them with the hilt of the sword, listening to the sound and identifying the texture. In comparison, his question seemed very insignificant, and if he was distracted for a moment, he would miss it.
Li Shanhe said nothing, but asked, "What about you?"
Li Changxiao said nonchalantly: "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
Without waiting for Li Shanhe to make a choice, he continued, "If I tell the truth, it doesn't count as hatred. If I tell a lie, it doesn't count as hatred either."
Li Shanhe sneered, "You are really something. I have only heard that what is true is true and what is false is false, hate is hate, and not hate is not hate. It is rare to see your true and false words being the same."
"It's like this in my place." Li Changxiao smiled gently, "What about you?"
Li Shanhe pondered for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Li Changxiao did not wait for a reply either. The hall was very large, and he observed everything aimlessly. His eyes turned to the golden dragon throne, which stood tall. Every pattern on it read "noble".
Following his gaze, he looked outside and saw two mausoleums that stood like gods. They were built by Li Tianxia and Li Tianyu respectively. It would take several days for them to be completed. However, Li Shanhe's life span would not last until then.
"When my mother died, I was the only one with her."
In the empty hall, Li Changxiao's voice came from somewhere, softly and vaguely, reaching the ears of the drowsy Li Shanhe.
Li Shanhe's face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "So you are here to take revenge on me?"
"I'm here to keep you company." Li Changxiao returned to Li Shanhe's side, sat down, unscrewed the wine gourd, took a sip, and murmured, "After all, we are father and son."
“……”Li Shanhe was silent.
Indeed, he had never considered Li Changxiao as his own son, because the child's background and any unexpected events could be considered accidents.
But the world is so unpredictable.
But when he was dying of old age, the only one who was with him was him. Li Shanhe didn't want his descendants to see him dying of old age, and didn't want them to see him succumbing to the years. He had many loves, and although they were not equal, they were all sincere and passionate. He knew that his descendants admired and respected him, and that was why he let him guard the palace alone.
If someone else had come, he might have felt humiliated and thought that Li Changxiao was here to show off, but Li Shanhe felt that the other party really came to keep him company.
Feeling pitiful? Pity? ... Li Shanhe hated this the most, but the feeling from Bai Yi was vague and hard to describe, but there was no such emotion as pity or sympathy. It seemed that having him by her side at the moment of death was not too bad.
In this way, Li Shanhe smiled for the first time in a long time. After sitting quietly for more than an incense stick, he broke the silence by himself and asked some questions, mostly about his childhood, such as who named him Li Changxiao, and whether anyone bullied him when he was still in the imperial dynasty.
Li Shanhe searched for everything related to Li Changxiao in his mind, but found very little. Sometimes he only had a quick glance, standing quietly in the most remote corner. That was the most boring and ordinary corner in his magnificent memory, but he recalled it before his death, and it was the topic of conversation between father and son.
Li Changxiao's answers were always lighthearted, not really expressing his true feelings, but just talking about things. When he talked about who in the palace had bullied him, he listed them one by one, from the princes and princesses to the maids and servants. He complained that Li Shanhe had the courage to suppress the mountains and rivers, but he did not have the courage to manage the harem, which was a mess. If Li Changxiao had not been precocious and had memories of his past life, he might not have survived safely in that treacherous palace as the most insignificant "mortal".
But there are some interesting things, such as the 36th prince and the 192nd prince, who have a great hatred for each other and are always at odds with each other. The cause of the hatred is just a very small thing, and Li Changxiao is the instigator. The two princes are fighting until now and still refuse to give up.
Li Shanhe cried and laughed when he heard those trivial matters. He called the two princes dogs, but he also felt that there was a lot of interest in those ordinary trivial matters.
Li Changxiao poured the wine into the golden cup and held it in front of Li Shanhe. "Would you like to drink?"
Li Shanhe took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. He not only asked Li Changxiao, but also talked about his glorious deeds in the past. Li Changxiao stopped him forcefully and said bluntly that his little deeds were spread all over the continent. Li Changxiao was tired of hearing them and there was no need to repeat them.
Li Shanhe was angry. Li Changxiao was the only one who dared to talk to him like this. After a long silence, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and told Li Changxiao that since that was the case, he would tell him something that he absolutely didn't know.
Then, the man who had been arrogant and conceited all his life, and Li Changxiao, had a fight about their romantic history in their youth. Li Changxiao had never heard of these things, and although they were exaggerated, they were absolutely true.
At the end, he couldn't help but comment that Li Changxiao's personality was not like his at all, he was indecisive and sentimental. As for how he saw it, Li Shanhe never said it. Later he added that this face was the most like his own.
Li Changxiao asked him, why, do you have a common face? You look a bit like everyone else.
As they chatted, Li Shanhe closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was drunk or sleepy. Li Changxiao sighed, screwed the lid of the wine gourd, stood up and walked out of the hall.
There was no moon today, and it was dark all around. After walking only a hundred or eighty meters, I could no longer see it.
Li Shanhe suddenly sobered up again. His life span had come to an end. The ground beside him was still slightly warm. The bright and clear feeling just now was not a dream.
He looked up at the sky and saw a flash of sword light, tearing a crack in the thick dark clouds, allowing the hazy moonlight to shine through.
There is another moon today.
Li Shanhe's heart gradually stopped beating, and his feeling at the end of his life was beyond words.
The sword light was like boiling water falling on a colony of ants. The lights in Lingtian Imperial City lit up, and the sounds of footsteps, shouts, wails, and long howls all mixed together in an instant.
This great dynasty is without a leader today.
Li Changxiao withdrew his gaze and left quietly.