The Princess Consort Has A Lethal Destiny - Chapter 1221
The biggest mistake he made in his life was not his daughter’s business, but the accepting of disciples.
He accepted three apprentices, but he never did a little bit of teaching responsibility. He only kept books, but did not give any guidance. This led to all three apprentices going astray, harming others and themselves, and two deaths. One… and his daughter have done misfortunes one after another.
Just because he understood this past thing, he didn’t feel any unwillingness to his own death.
“I’m old, so I should go.” The national teacher looked away and glanced at Xie Pinggang.
After a while, there was no interest at all.
He has made a lot of mistakes in his life.
However, after losing his memory, he did the most correct thing.
I was robbed of the mountain by the Peng family back then, and I didn’t even think about resisting. Later, seeing Xie Pinggang’s young child was ferocious and ignorant of etiquette, for some reason, he gave birth to a bit of a heart to teach and care.
He didn’t teach him the slightest singularity, but just told him about the truths he saw in the book.
This child looks good.
The bandit was born, manic and indifferent by nature, but not stupid.
In the future, the Xie family will have no shelter, and it must be well.
…
Xie Pinggang looked at the national teacher’s breathlessness.
He didn’t cry, and his eyes were not even red, but he calmly changed into a mourning suit to deal with matters behind him.
Great funeral scenery.
The national teacher is more than seventy years old, and his death at this age is also considered a longevity.
Only when the national teacher went, the emperor seemed to be missing something in his heart. He was extremely worried and almost fell ill. Fortunately, after the prince came back from the mountain, he immediately entered the palace, which gave him a bit of energy.
Xie Qiao was still dizzy.
The man was taken back to the Prince’s Mansion long ago.
On the capital side, many people were waiting for the news of the funeral from the Prince’s Mansion, but they didn’t expect that the National Teacher’s Mansion would be one step ahead.
Xie Qiao fainted for five days before opening his eyes.
As soon as this eyes opened, Xie Qiao froze for a while, and then smiled: “It’s much better than I expected. I can see your outline by touching it. Hey, this is Your Highness. This is Master. Stand back. The one you’re wearing… um… is Meng Jifang? The color you wear is too bright and a bit dazzling.”
With that said, Zhao Xuanjing turned around and glared at him.
Meng Jifang’s eyelids twitched, and he glanced at his clothes innocently.
Isn’t it bright? It is the ordinary Taoist robe… He Mo… and Shizu are the same color and style!
“Why don’t you speak? I’m not blind again. It’s fine.” Xie Qiao was quite satisfied. “How is the situation with those children? And how is the national teacher?”
“The child is fine and healthy. The parents have not noticed that they have had any problems. The Chinese teacher has passed away a few days ago, but he did not feel too much pain before leaving after the imperial doctor dispenses the medicine.” Zhao Xuanjing’s voice was cautious.
If it weren’t for finding someone in advance, the national teacher’s method of death might be miserable tens of thousands of times.
even……
After his death, within two days of his death, the body rotted completely and almost turned into blood.
Fortunately, Xie Pinggang made preparations early and did not make the national teacher ashamed after his death.
“Already gone?” Xie Qiao expressed regret, “Can you have a last wish after death?”
Zhao Xuanjing repeated Xie Pinggang’s last wish relayed, “You don’t need to worry about these things, the old master is also there, and he will take care of it.”
“I’m good at super-duty things. My eyes are not bright right now, but it doesn’t hinder doing things.” Xie Qiao looked no different from normal times.
She really wanted to think about it in her heart.
I had already thought about it before doing it. Now that the ritual has been completed, what is there to regret?