Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

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"Maybe in the future, the child will have to grow old and rely on your and Uncle Sun Wu's skills in growing rice."

Wu Zixu's eyes were kind, and he quietly watched Sun Ge who was chattering while packing his luggage.

Who is the old father and who is the son?
"Eating the old?"

"Okay, let you chew."

As long as Feng'er can safely retreat from the court of Wu State, and live a long life, it will be fine.

Sunge's hand paused, and the suppressed sadness of parting came to his heart.

"Father, I will take you out of the city tomorrow."

"As for Fu Chai's rebuilding of Gusu Terrace, don't ask other people to persuade him. My son is worried that not only is it useless to persuade him, but it will actually cost other people's lives."

Fu Chai didn't swing the butcher knife at Wu Zixu because he had some scruples.

In the vast country of Wu, there is no second person with Wu Zixu's face.

In history, Wu Guotai was often separated, so he was beheaded for public display.

Wu Zixu smiled wryly, "Feng'er is the one who knows the father."

"Then let it go."

The next day, Sun Ge sent Wu Zixu out of the city.

At the gate of the city, Wu Zixu waved at Sun Ge, "Just send it here."

"My son, take care."

"To live."

It's good to be alive.

Sun Ge grinned disconcertingly, "Father, my son is still waiting for a bowl of porridge that you and Uncle Sun Wu cooked together."

"wait for me."

Sun Ge wisely did not step out of the city gate.

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

Between the gate of the city and the outside of the city, there is no need to mess with your husband.

She can guarantee that if she takes the opportunity to leave with Wu Zixu, there will be hundreds of arrows on the city wall to shoot their father and son into hedgehogs.

Fucha is acting in a very typical kingly way.

If you don't listen, kill them.

"Wait for you."

The carriage is drifting away.

Sunge stood where he was, a little lost in thought.

It is also a great blessing in life to finally meet old friends again, and it can also end a period of regret.

In the final analysis, the barren scenery of the mountains is not beautiful, and the bland porridge is not delicious, but the reunion of friends and friends, the sunrise and the daily rest, are themselves rare scenic spots in the world.

Coming here can be regarded as fulfilling the agreement between Wu Zixu and Sun Wu.

The wind blows, and the air is filled with a touch of humidity.

It's going to rain again.

Sunge curled his lips, walking in this city that was once admired by all the subjects of the Wu Kingdom, he was a little more proud than he was when he first arrived.

Wu Zixu is really a strange person.

Wu Palace.

"Going away?" Fu Chai, the king of Wu, played with the cup in his hand, losing interest.

"Xiangguo has left the city."

"Where's Wu Feng?"

"I'm back home."

Hearing this, Fu Chai, the king of Wu, drank all the wine in his cup.

Fortunately, Wu Feng didn't waste his trust.

"Go back."

Wu Wang Fu Chai clapped his hands, and the dancers and singers waiting outside the hall came in one after another.

The pearl tassels rotate and the stars shake, and the flower tendrils tremble.

Ambilight, beautiful and moving.

Beside Fucha, there are beautiful beauties on the left and right, which complement the extravagance and magnificence of the palace.

It's a good day.

Wu Zixu, retired.

The mountain that was pressing on his head also collapsed.

He will no longer feel that there is a shadow, and he does not need to be afraid all the time.

Wu Zixu used to be someone who even wanted to please him.

He will prove that without Wu Zixu, he can still be the king of Wu and lead Wu to achieve hegemony.

Songs and dances captivate the eyes, beauties confuse people's hearts, and fine wine confuses people's minds.

It is cloudy and rainy outside the hall, and there are singing and dancing in the hall.

At some point, the cup in Wu Wang Fucha's hands fell to the ground, and his drunkenness became more and more wavy.

But Wu Zixu left the cloudy and rainy behind him, and the further he went, the clearer the weather became.

Wu Zixu has already drawn the route to Sun Wu's mountain hermitage thousands of times in his mind.

Even if it is remote and hard to find, Wu Zixu is familiar with it.

That's where he was cornered and found a new life.

"Brother grandson."

The carriage slowly stopped.

The bamboo forest is rustling, beside the stone table, the old man with white hair holding bamboo slips suddenly raised his head, as if he couldn't believe the voice he heard.

The old man was dressed plainly, and the sharpness and freedom of his youth could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows.

"Brother Wu?"

Sun Wu tried to speak.

This scene is more like a dream.

Fucha, how could he allow Wu Zixu to leave, let alone come looking for him.

"I'm here to ask for the bowl of porridge from back then."

Needless to say, the eyes of the old man who had already passed the age of hearing were wet.

"Get ready."

"Get ready."

"Every year, I plant rice myself and keep some new rice. This happens every year without interruption."

"Just waiting for you to come."

The bamboo slip in Sun Wu's hand fell on the desk, he turned his head away in a little embarrassment to wipe away his tears, and said with a smile.

Wu Zixu also smiled.

A friend who cuts the neck, can share life and death with adversity.

Of course, I also look forward to the most ordinary reunion.

I haven't seen him for many years, but I don't see the slightest strangeness.

Burn the fire, wash the rice, and cook the porridge.

Still on that stone table, Wu Zixu looked at the steaming porridge in front of him, with a nostalgic expression, "This bowl of porridge is much thicker than the one back then."

At that time, he was desperate and almost starved to death.

"Brother Sun has become more proficient at planting rice."

Sun Wu also sighed with a smile, "Back then you drank four bowls of porridge in a row."

"If I don't grow rice well, how can I keep you here?"

When we first met, one was an idler in the mountains who lived in seclusion and compiled military books, and the other was a poor man in distress and wandering.

Later, both of them were the right-hand men of Helu, the first king of the state of Wu, and they were extremely distinguished officials and extremely prominent.

Up to now, he is still that idler in the mountains, and Wu Zixu has also avenged his exterminated family and avenged the kindness of the former king.

The hot porridge was eaten cleanly.

"How have you been all these years?"

Sun Wu cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and dug out the wine that was buried deep in the ground. "Reward your confidant with good wine."

"This is the fine wine that I treasured when I returned to hermitage after I followed the former king to defeat Chu with you."

"I'm just looking forward to getting drunk after you come."

Wu Zixu took the wine jar and patted the ashes on the jar.

"Not bad."

It should be considered good.

Sun Wu was not in a hurry to expose Wu Zixu, but just had a drink.

"I thought that I would never have the opportunity to cook porridge for you again in this life, and these wines may not be restored in my lifetime."

"After years and years, the vicissitudes of life may be buried deep underground forever, or it may be discovered by someone who is destined."

"However, all the ideas are not as good as today's reunion."

"After drinking this glass of wine, the dispute in the capital of Chu State will be treated as if it never happened."

Sun Wu poured wine for Wu Zixu again.

Wu Zixu smiled, "I know you are doing it for my own good."

"Excavating graves and whipping corpses is not tolerated by the world."

"You worry that I will be ridiculed, scolded and disgusted by the world, I know."

"It's just that I don't need to be famous, but I have to avenge my family's revenge."

"I never blamed you."

Another glass of wine.

Wu Zixu listened to the rustling of the bamboo forest in the wind, and thought of his son who stayed alone in the capital.