There was less and less harassment in the border town, and Lin Yuan was also relieved a lot.

Over the years, he has focused his attention on the border, in order to make the people more stable and prevent the border from being harassed. If the people can’t live in peace, businessmen can’t do business with peace of mind. With fewer talents, business costs have gone up. Lin Yuan felt a little distressed when he collected taxes—if the businessman didn't hire so many talents, he could still charge a little more tax.

Since the border has stabilized, the government and the public have been singing their praises.

Said Lin Yuan was the Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom

But in addition to the good news, there is also a bad news, that is, Song Shizhao is going to die soon.

Song Shizhao's physical condition has gone from bad to worse in recent years.

He was in his fifties when he first followed Lin Yuan, and now he is a long-lived elder.

These days, Lin Yuan has been calling people’s attention to Song Shizhao’s situation and sent the best imperial physician in the palace, but there is still no improvement. The imperial physician also said that Song Shizhao’s disease is not an emergency, but a disease that everyone can get— -Old and sick.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are hurdles that mortals cannot escape.

Two or two walked in from outside, like Lin Yuan reporting Song Shizhao's situation, Lin Yuan hurried to Xiangfu.

Song Shizhao is a very peculiar person. He seems to have no selfish desires and does not indulge in any pleasure. Although he lives in the Xiangfu, but the Xiangfu is the official residence of the Yuan Dynasty, he just simply repaired and lived in it. There were no servants, only an old servant stayed with him.

For so many years, Song Shizhao has not married a wife, let alone married. There are no other women in the house except the cook and the buying woman. He lives like an ascetic monk. He heard from the old servant that Song Shizhao only eats. One dish, one meal.

Occasionally do not eat white rice, it is yellow noodle bun.

When Lin Yuan arrived, Song Shizhao was panting on the bed. He was thin, but now he is even thinner. When Lin Yuan appeared, his eyes suddenly flashed!

"Your... Your Majesty..." Song Shizhao stretched out his hand and said with difficulty, "Shu Weichen can't... bow to you..."

Lin Yuan walked to Song Shizhao's side, squatted down, and held Song Shizhao's outstretched hand.

He discovered at this time that he couldn't keep Song Shizhao, and God wanted to take Song Shizhao away, and there was nothing mortals could do.

Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan, he grinned, the teeth in his mouth were almost lost, only a pair of front teeth stood upright.

This emperor was assisted by him.

To this day, Song Shizhao feels that he is the person with the best luck. In troubled times, with so many counsellors, so many staff, how many people really praised him?

No one else did it, he Song Shizhao did it!With this alone, even if he died, he should die with a smile!

But he couldn't bear it. The emperor was the one who saw the growth with his own eyes. He watched the young man shrinking in a small stockade, and watched the young man ignite his ambitions and conquer the city little by little to become the current emperor.

He was really reluctant, he felt that he could live for several decades, and die with his emperor.

But God won't give him so much time.

Song Shizhao's fingers moved, and his speech was a little leaky, but he still tried to speak clearly one by one: "Your Majesty, the Mongolian side must be gentle. It is not the time yet. The Hu people can do business there, but they must not be allowed. Get any of our technology."

This time Lin Yuan did not claim to be me. He looked into Song Shizhao's eyes and said seriously: "I know, sir."

Song Shizhao coughed desperately. Lin Yuan stretched out his hand to pat him on his back. Song Shizhao said, "Your Majesty, after I die, Zheng Qingfeng will be available. For the best."

"Other... Other people don't have to think about it. Either he or they have insufficient xinxing, or they have a different source."

Lin Yuan: "I know."

Song Shizhao laughed towards Lin Yuan.

His Majesty, he looked at the growing Majesty, is he already this age?

But he thinks he is still young, he still has a lot of things he wants to do.

Song Shizhao's eyes were empty, he thought of a long time ago, when he was still on the mountain.

There is no time in the mountains. He and his brothers read and calligraphy every day. They couldn't afford paper and pen, so they wrote on the soil with their fingers, or engraved like in ancient times, and their hands were dripping with blood.

The elders told them that only by learning more can they help the orthodoxy and reappear the Song Dynasty in the future.

At that time, like his brothers, he hoped that one day he would go down the mountain, find the royal family's legacy, and show off what he learned, so as to live up to his hard studies since childhood.

If you ask the current Song Shizhao to say, the fallen dynasty does not have to support it again.

Only new, new dynasties, new people, and new emperors can truly let them show their value.

But time passed, and the elders died one by one, and the hearts of the brothers became alive.

They are all young and vigorous. Why do they want to live in such deep mountains and old forests? The first cousin ran down the mountain secretly at night. Song Shizhao has not found him yet, and he is probably already dead.

With the first one, the rest are gone one after another.

If it were not because he was the only one left, he still didn't want to go down the mountain.

Because the mountain is not chaotic enough.

To be chaotic to the extreme, his appearance will have more weight.

Song Shizhao remembered before, with a smile on his mouth, Lin Yuan looked at him quietly without speaking.

Later, he had no entanglement, no food, and was caught by a businessman in the wild. At first he didn't know what he was going to do or what he should do in the future. That was the first time Song Shizhao felt the word fear.

He is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that his death is worthless, no one knows Song Shizhao, no one knows that he has been prepared for this troubled world for nearly a lifetime!

If he died, he would not be able to stay in the history, even a laughing stock.

When he was taken to the stockade, Song Shizhao breathed a sigh of relief. He was willing to be a coolie and willing to work. As long as he didn't let him die, he still had hope.

He survived. He didn't starve to death or be beaten to death. He could eat as long as he worked, and he didn't have to work all day long, because the people in the village took care of him when he was older.

At that time, he noticed the owner of the stockade.

Lin Yuan who was innocent, weak and green in his eyes.

But Lin Yuan's innocence at the time carried a peculiar cruelty.

Song Shizhao looked at the various orders issued by Lin Yuan, and figured it out on his own, and found that this order can be called "the servants live, the offenders die."

The iron face is ruthless and does not speak a little friendship.

Even the laws of the court were never out of favor.

Song Shizhao only felt passionate about such a village owner. He urgently needed to find a master for himself, assist him, achieve him, and realize his self-worth. He saw Lin Yuan and discovered Lin Yuan. That impulse made him unable to restrain. He took a dangerous move.

Then he was caught by Lin Yuan, that was the first time he had spoken to this young village master.

There is scrutiny and doubt on the young man's face.

His eyes were cold and merciless, as if he was not looking at a person, but at an item, to see how valuable the item was and whether it was worth his hand to take it down.

Perhaps Lin Yuan himself didn't know what kind of expression he was like at that time.

But Song Shizhao remembered it clearly, and after so many years, he never forgot.

Then he followed Lin Yuan and became a counselor. Lin Yuan used him at the beginning, but he did not believe him.

At that time, he was full of confidence and felt that Lin Yuan would believe in himself soon, because he was indeed the master of Lin Yuan sincerely.

Song Shizhao felt that the relationship between the monarch and the minister is like a husband and wife. The husband can be bothered, but the wife must be loyal.

Although he felt that this truth was really unreasonable, it was useful because the wife depended on her husband to live and the courtier depended on the emperor.

He must be more loyal than a wife who loves her husband.

Only in this way can he climb higher and gain Lin Yuan's trust.

Song Shizhao thought that before, he felt incredible. He actually assisted Lin Yuan to become the emperor, and he himself became the prime minister. Even when he was young and frivolous, he didn't dare to imagine such a day.

If he hadn't met Lin Yuan at that time, perhaps he would have died a long time ago, either he was dead or his heart was dead.

Talents are talents where they are useful. No, it's shit.

He watched His Majesty change from an immature boy to a tough young man, from innocent cruelty to mature coldness, and every change of His Majesty made him feel happy.

"Your Majesty..." Song Shizhao opened his mouth and said, "After I die, buried me in the capital, I...I want to be here, look at your Majesty..."

Lin Yuan said softly: "Yes, don't worry."

Song Shizhao also said: "Zheng Qingfeng is okay, and can be a relative."

Lin Yuan shook his hand: "After you leave, I will dismiss the prime minister. You are my first and only prime minister."

Song Shizhao opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. After opening and closing his mouth, I don't know how many times he said: "Chen, thank you, Lord Longen..."

"In this life..." Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan, "It's worth it."

Lin Yuan also said: "I will build a university in your name, and your wealth will serve as a scholarship. No one who has mathematics will receive your favor. After a hundred years, someone will still remember you."

Song Shizhao's hands were shaking so badly that he finally couldn't help crying: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... The old minister doesn't want to die..."

"Your Majesty, the old minister still thinks and wants to follow you again."

Lin Yuan: "In your next life, you will return to me as the prime minister."

Song Shizhao laughed more ugly than crying: "Your Majesty, don't you when the time comes, don't dislike the old minister."

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "When you were with me in this life, you were not young, you are as old as the old Cai Bangzi."

Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan's face, looking deeply, as if he was going to carve this face on his Three Souls and Six Souls, and he would remember it in his next life.

Lin Yuan said softly, "Sir, rest assured."

Song Shizhao was manually grasped by Lin Yuan. He said: "Your Majesty, the old minister is leaving first..."