Chapter 1315 Inner Struggle!
Chapter 1315
At this moment, deep in Wang Chong's heart, he could neither see nor hear anything, only endless ice and fire, and the dark, icy ocean.
"...You won't lose!"
"No matter what, never admit defeat!"
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Just when Wang Chong was sinking into the ice and fire, suddenly a gentle voice rang in his mind over and over again. At that moment, Wang Chong's heart suddenly calmed down, as if he found a piece of land in the boundless ocean shrouded in darkness.
"Qiqin!"
Wang Chong didn't know anything after uttering these two words.
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It seemed like there was only one event, and it seemed like countless long centuries had passed. Accompanied by a slight cough, Wang Chong finally woke up from the boundless darkness.
"Chong'er, you're finally awake!"
Seeing Wang Chong slowly open his eyes, Wang Chong's mother hugged Wang Chong, and finally couldn't help but shed tears.
"Mother! Uncle!"
Looking at the two familiar voices in front of Wang Chong, waves of warmth passed through his heart.
"Chong'er, you're finally awake!"
On the side, Wang Chong's uncle Wang Gen also spoke. He walked to the side of the bed and helped Wang Chong up, with concern in his eyes.
Wang Chong sat up slightly, and with a glance, he saw a few familiar figures. In the room, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and Zhang Que were all there. Everyone looked at Wang Chong with surprise in their eyes. Cut, there is more anxiety and guilt.
"My lord, you are finally awake!"
Wang Chong's complexion was still poor, and his body looked weak, but he finally woke up from the coma. This was undoubtedly the best news during this period, and everyone was filled with joy.
"You are all here."
Wang Chong looked at the crowd and nodded.
"My lord, I'm sorry!"
Seeing Wang Chong's weak appearance, everyone felt guilty:
"If it wasn't for us, it wouldn't, and it wouldn't be like this!"
"Oh, what does it have to do with you, it's just me from beginning to end."
Wang Chong shook his head, but his expression was unexpectedly calm.
However, seeing Wang Chong's calm expression, whether it was Wang Chong's mother, uncle Wang Gen, or Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan, Xue Qianjun and others, they became more and more worried. Wang Chong's expression was too calm. This was not what everyone imagined.
However, Wang Chong did not give everyone a chance to ask questions.
"Mother, did anyone come here during the time I was in a coma?"
"King Song, Lord Zhangchou, Mr. Ye, and Mr. Zhao are all here."
Wang Chong's mother said, with a smile on her lips.
Wang Chong was startled, but he quickly realized that, looking at his mother beside him, a smile soon appeared on his face.
"Mom, I know what you're worried about, don't worry, I'm fine."
boom!
While they were talking, suddenly there was another burst of boiling human voices coming from outside the Wang family's mansion. Hearing this sound, everyone in the room tensed up. Only Wang Chong just blinked his eyes, his expression as usual.
"Ahem, Chong'er, you just woke up, your bones are still very weak, take a good rest for now. Brother and sister, let's go out first, let Chong'er be quiet for a while."
Wang Gen coughed twice, and said to Wang Chong's mother, while talking, he winked at Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan and others.
Wang Chong was in a coma at the beginning, and he was depressed. If Wang Chong heard the protests from the crowd outside, no one knew what would happen.
"My lord, let's go first!"
Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi and the others were terrified, their faces were full of uneasiness, and they hurried out.
"Um!"
Wang Chong just nodded slightly and said nothing.
In an instant, all the figures in the room disappeared, and soon, in just a moment, the boiling voices outside quickly quieted down.
In the room, Wang Chong sat on the bed in a daze.
Wang Chong moved to the side of the bed and finally stood up.
Outside the window, the sky was dark and cloudy.
Wang Chong stared blankly at the sky, not moving for a long time.
However, even Wang Chong didn't notice that in the distance, a pair of eyes looked at him silently through the window of Wang's house from a ridge facing the wall of Wang's courtyard.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, the voice shrank from the roof, flickered a few times, and disappeared.
All the way through the many streets and alleys, going around and around, until it was confirmed that no one was following, the figure in black came to a magnificent mansion. With a dodge, he immediately climbed over the courtyard wall and got in through an inconspicuous back door.
Entering along a gloomy passage, the hall was completely dark, and there was already a figure standing sideways inside, waiting silently. The main hall was dim, and the appearance of the man could not be seen clearly, but the clothes on the man could be vaguely seen.
The figure was wearing casual clothes and a hat, and just casually stood there, and there was an aura of boundless power all over his body, obviously his status was extraordinary.
"My lord, I checked just now, that kid from the Wang family finally woke up a moment ago!"
The figure in black knelt down on the ground and said respectfully.
hum!
As soon as the voice of the figure in black fell, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed, becoming tense and filled with a sense of danger.
"Is this kid still dead?"
In the darkness, the figure with the hooded head suddenly narrowed his eyes, and there was a strong murderous intent in his voice:
"However, I noticed that although the other person came to his senses, he looked as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and his complexion was not very good. In addition, we tried the imperial doctor who treated him, and the imperial doctor said that the steroids in his body The gas is disordered, and there are hundreds of types of stellar gas, and there is a danger of detonation at any time."
The man in black knelt down on the ground and said.
"oh?"
Hearing the man in black's words, the figure's expression moved slightly, and it seemed that he felt a lot better:
"Hundreds of them? Good! Tell those people for me, it's time for them to act!"
The man's voice was extremely cold, and the piercing aura was as sharp as a sword:
"Boy, you are really lucky. You have become the king of foreign lands at a young age, and you have caused chaos in the whole world. Even Zhu Zi was brought out by you. If you take time, it will be fine. Since you don't know current affairs, that's just fine." I can give you a ride!"
The voice was so gloomy that even the man in black who was kneeling on the ground could not help but shudder.
However, in just a moment, the figure with the hood disappeared in the main hall, and the man in black, His Highness, also disappeared without a trace.
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The gate of the Wang family was closed tightly. Since Wang Chong was deprived of his official position and criticized by Zhu Zi, almost all the civil and military officials of the imperial court took a detour and avoided the scope of the Wang family. Outside the Wang family's mansion, there were wave after wave of people parading. Even if Su Shixuan and others thought of using the city defense department and trying to keep Wang Chong from knowing, they still couldn't completely ban them.
But in the mansion, Wang Chong seemed to have completely forgotten everything, and lived a peaceful life in the mansion. He put aside all the affairs of the court, the frontier, and the Confucianism. In the mansion, Wang Chong ate, drank tea, and slept very regularly every day, and talked and laughed with his servants, everything seemed normal.
Moreover, in the mansion, Wang Chong never talked about any matters related to the court, but everyone saw all this in their eyes, and became more and more worried in their hearts.
"Doctor, how is my son?"
In another room of Wang's mansion, Wang Chong's mother, uncle, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi and others were all there, and there was a trace of worry in everyone's eyes.
"Hey! Everything seems to be normal for the prince, and the pulse condition seems to be peaceful, but if this matter is not resolved, he will never be able to get well. The depression is deep, and the condition of the qi cultivated in the prince's body, I'm afraid It will be even more dangerous then!"
The gray-bearded imperial doctor sighed.
In the palace, there are many masters. As an imperial doctor, it is not just ordinary maids and concubines, but also princes with profound martial arts, enshrined, Habayashi, Yulin, and princes of the Tang Dynasty. In this regard, these imperial physicians are equally accomplished.
Hearing the imperial doctor's words, everyone in the room frowned deeply, with deep worry in their brows. The dispute between soldiers and Confucians has far-reaching influence and involves a lot of people. How can everyone find a good solution.
For a while, everyone was silent.
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Just when everyone in the room was full of worries, far away, in the study, Wang Chong was dressed in casual clothes, with a belt tied casually behind his head, looking casual and natural.
In front of him, a piece of rice paper was spread out, Wang Chong held a brush in his hand, and swayed it casually on the rice paper.
He looked calm and at ease, seemingly completely unaffected by the outside world.
"As far as Ruochun and Jingming are concerned, the waves are calm, the sky is light up and down, and there is a vast expanse of green; the sand gulls fly together, and the golden scales swim..."
This is a Wing Chun poem, and Wang Chong also forgot where he read it, he just knew how to write whatever he thought of.
Perhaps because of going through so many things, Wang Chong's heart slowly settled down, and the handwriting he wrote was no longer as clumsy and childish as it was in the incident of Concubine Taizhen, but more of a taste of weather, atmosphere, and calmness. , thick and heavy, like a knife and an ax.
Wang Chong was imprisoned in the mansion, and he used this kind of calligraphy to pass the time and relieve his mood every day.
"Anzhi Tinglan, Yu Yuqingqing. And maybe the long smoke is gone, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, the floating light leaps into gold, and the still shadow sinks..."
Wang Chong continued to write, as if he was completely immersed in the calligraphy under his pen.
"...It is also worrying when advancing, and worrying when retreating. But when will you be happy? It must be said, worry about the world's worries first, and then enjoy the world's joy!"
But when he wrote the last two sentences, it felt as if he had been pierced by something. With a click, the writing brush in Wang Chong's hand suddenly snapped off. It wasn't until this moment that Wang Chong realized that what he had written was not any poem of this era, but a chapter written by someone from another world deep in his memory.