I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 555: Private soldiers of aristocratic families gathered at night, waiting for the morning break to rebel!

Zhang Anshi looked at Wei Xian aside, saluted him solemnly, and said, "Gong Wei, will there be any changes with the young man?"

There are many people gathered in the main hall today.

But Wei Xuancheng is not among them, and his responsibility is the greatest.

As the Grand Sima of the Sima Mansion, Wei Xuancheng holds part of the military power: even the power to command troops is considered military power.

Although there were no tiger symbols and edicts from the emperor, Wei Xuancheng, the great commander, could not mobilize every soldier of the Han army.

However, the Sima Mansion was responsible for the examinations of the Han army, so Wei Xuancheng had a high prestige in the Han army's military academy.

As long as he is willing to come forward, he can still make many people switch sides.

It is no exaggeration to say that Wei Xuancheng is the key to the success of Zhang Anshi and others' uprising.

Such an important figure should have formed a blood alliance with Zhang Anshi and others.

However, Wei Xian didn't let him come because of a small grudge in his heart, so Zhang Anshi asked more questions.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, Quan Zi stayed at Lao Xuan's house last night. He has already written the order you want..."

"At this moment, he is still at the house with his orders. I will go with him later to carry out Jinwu's orders. Nothing will go wrong."

Wei Xian spoke clearly and answered everyone's last doubts, and Zhang Anshi once again expressed his appreciation for the high righteousness of the Wei family.

After that, Zhang Anshi straightened his back again and looked at everyone present.

At this time, silence is better than sound, and all the joints are arranged.

If everything goes well, the north gate of Weiyang Palace will be breached tonight, and the imperial edict will come down.

Tomorrow, after the emperor's grand visit, the new monarch will be able to ascend the throne according to the formal system and etiquette.

The only small problem left now is that the emperor has not built a mausoleum for himself. After the great war, the coffin has nowhere to go.

However, even on this trivial matter, Zhang Anshi has already thought carefully about it.

The emperor's coffin was temporarily parked in the back hall of the Gaomiao Temple, and then the new emperor would order Taichang Qing to choose a site to build the mausoleum.

Zhang Anshi will ask the new king to build a perfect mausoleum for the emperor, which can be regarded as repaying the emperor's favor for more than ten years.

"What we are doing today is for the sake of the great Han Dynasty, for the sake of the great families in the country, and for the sake of the common people in the world..."

"I am the leader, and I am afraid to be moved. I would like to bow to all the gentlemen and express my gratitude. I will definitely give you an explanation after the incident is completed."

After Zhang Anshi finished speaking, he saluted everyone in the hall with a very respectful expression.

This move and these words also moved everyone present, and they all bowed in return, praising Zhang Anshi's loyalty.

For a time, the main hall was filled with the tragic feeling of "the wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never come back".

Without further words, the Zhang party members in the hall received the order written by Zhang Anshi, saluted him again, and left Zhang's house one after another.

There is no turning back for everyone.

……

Shangsi Festival falls on March 3rd, which is already the beginning of spring. Logically speaking, the temperature should be getting warmer day by day.

However, due to the late spring cold, this day turned out to be particularly cold.

The Zhang gang members sneaked out of the general's mansion, and after looking around for a while, they dispersed and went their separate ways.

They had already prepared the talismans for night travel, so they didn't have to worry about being interrogated by patrolling guards.

Just after the ugly period, these "leaders" of Zhang Party took their positions one after another and began to devote themselves to this rebellion.

Under the cover of night, many ill-intentioned figures were running up and down the official roads and walking through remote alleys...

Doors open and close, and ulterior messages and orders are passed quickly.

Under their connection, undercurrents surged under the seemingly peaceful Chang'an City, and many people who should have been sleeping did not fall asleep.

On weekdays, the most lively place in Chang'an City is the North City Wall where the common people of Hanmen live.

Tonight, the North City was as quiet as ever. Except for a few scattered lights, nothing else attracted attention.

However, in Shangguanli, Beique Jiadi and Qilizhong, where wealthy families live together, there are hundreds of mansions with bright lights and huge crowds of people.

The people living in these mansions are the so-called wealthy families, not to mention that their wealth is more than 100 million yuan, and their status is even more unattainable.

Under the command of their master, the slaves of each family received swords, sticks, rattan shields, bows and crossbows from the warehouse. Their movements were very skillful and they did not notice any difference.

In the Han Dynasty, slaves and maidservants were not even considered human beings. They were just property of the master's family, not much different from cattle and horses.

But these slaves are not all pitiful people. A large part of them can rely on the power of the master's family to run rampant in the countryside and prey on the people.

There are even some big slaves whose families can reach millions or even tens of millions of dollars, and they don't take ordinary local officials seriously at all.

They could clearly stand on their own, but they hid in the shadow of aristocratic families and enjoyed the preferential treatment of not paying taxes or doing corvee labor.

Now, the master ordered them to "support the Han Dynasty" and promised them a lot of fame and fortune.

Under the temptation of these external things, many of the slaves were carried away and excitedly participated in the rebellion.

In just one hour, thousands of slaves from these aristocratic families were ready to go, forming a rebel army of five thousand people.

Slaves gathered in the front yards of various mansions, either sharpening weapons, drinking wine and eating meat, or dreaming about the wealth that was at their fingertips...

It’s not lively.

At this moment, there are still soldiers patrolling the city, so the domestic slaves cannot take action immediately, but they are all impatient.

According to the original plan, at Mao hour today, that is, one hour later, Sima Mansion will order the withdrawal of Sanfu's patrol soldiers.

By then, Chang'an City will become an empty city!

At that time, these domestic slaves, under the leadership of their respective masters, will rush out of the mansion, meet at Beique Square, and then attack the gate of Weiyang Palace...

From now on, many things will fall into place. Success is a matter of course, and it seems impossible to have any setbacks.

Who can calm down in the face of such overwhelming wealth?

The house slaves who couldn't wait to obtain this incredible wealth gathered behind the door of the mansion and kept looking out from the crack in the door, hoping to be the first to rush out.

However, they still have to suppress their restless hearts and wait for a signal.

……

At Youshi, there was an old man, a middle-aged man and seven young people standing in the main hall of Wei Mansion.

Of course, the old man is Wei Xian, the middle-aged man is Wei Xuancheng, and the seven young people are Wei Xuancheng's nephews.

In fact, the people of the Han Empire were not allowed to use ordinary weapons, but private possession of armor was strictly prohibited.

Therefore, these young men only wore well-fitting robes and no armor.

But they have long swords on their waists, exuding a heroic spirit from the inside out.

Of course, after all, they had never been on the battlefield, but had only practiced some fist and sword skills in private, so their heroic spirit seemed a little lacking.

There are four Wei Xuancheng brothers. The eldest brother Wei Fangshan is the governor of Henan County, the second brother Wei Hong is the governor of Anding County, and the third brother Wei Shun is the deputy captain of the Handong Protectorate.

They have all participated in the conspiracy planned by Zhang Anshi, but they are not in Chang'an City at the moment. Therefore, the task of leading the Wei family slaves to Beique Square to cause rebellion naturally fell on these seven nephews.

As for Wei Xuancheng's own sons, they did not show up tonight, but stayed in their own house, which did not make Wei Xian suspicious.

Because among Wei Xuancheng's brothers, except for himself, who had already separated and lived alone, the other three brothers had not yet separated.

Although he did not live in Wei Xian's house because he was an official abroad, he would send his sons back to be taught.

Therefore, the sons of Wei Xian and Wei Xuancheng are not close, but more like outsiders.

None of them were called by Wei Xuancheng to participate in today's major event, which made Wei Xian feel more at ease.

"Wei Yu, Wei Fang, Wei Huan..." Wei Xian shouted with a serious face.

"Wei!" Three young people in their twenties stood up immediately.

"Go to the front yard and take care of the slaves, let them have a good meal, and be ready to go out at midnight."

"Wei!" The three brothers happily accepted the order and returned the greeting with crossed hands.

"Wei Zhuang, Wei Ba!" Wei Xian called two more names.

"Wei!" Two younger people stood up.

"At the time of application today, Zhang Pengzu will lead the reinforcements to enter directly from the north gate. You two and twenty slaves will ambush at the city gate and prepare to respond."

"Wei!" the two of them replied as ordered.

"Wei Zhuang, Wei You!"

"only!"

"You two should go and select twenty reliable slaves now, prepare the carriage, and follow your uncle and I to carry out King Wu's orders!"

"Wei!" The two of them didn't have any unnecessary words.

Wei Xian looked at his handsome and upright grandchildren and felt very satisfied, and he felt a sense of heroism as a veteran.

It seems that as long as the soldiers and generals under his command are able to obey orders, commanding the battle does not seem to be too difficult.

Of the seven grandchildren in front of me, which one is not a young talent, and which one is not a role model for the children of a wealthy family?

In the past, when these good men reached this age, everyone should have become an official.

Those who are less lucky can serve as the emperor's official and go to Weiyang Palace to study with the emperor or prince.

Those with better luck can also be sent to govern in a certain county and become Bailihou.

In short, their career will be very smooth.

In time, these seven good grandchildren of Wei Xian will surely shine and occupy a place in the court.

At that time, they will support each other and become the roots of the big tree, allowing the Webster family to flourish in the court.

Sons have grandchildren, and grandchildren have children, and there are endless deprivations.

However, the situation is completely different now.

None of these seven good sons and grandsons can successfully become an official, not to mention the emperor's official with six hundred shi, or even the stingy man with 100 shi.

It's not like Wei Xian never thought about letting them take the imperial examination, but they really couldn't pass it.

Just like the three oldest people, Wei Yu, Wei Fang, and Wei Huan, they had already participated in the imperial examination last year, but none of them made the list.

In the Confucian classics test, they could still get good scores by relying on their family studies, but once they got to the practical test, they couldn't do it at all.

As for the subject of "virtuous literature", which only tests Confucianism, the number of people admitted every year is the smallest, so it is not easy to pass the exam.

Judging from this trend, I am afraid that none of Wei Xian's seven grandsons could pass the imperial examination and successfully become an official.

Wei Xian was anxious in his eyes and angry in his heart when he saw those children from poor families or common people's families "entering the house".

This is also one of the reasons why Wei Xian is determined to become a party with Zhang Anshi.

He knew that as long as Zhang Anshi's plan could succeed, the path for the children of aristocratic families to become officials would be reopened.

Because Zhang actually faced the same problem as Webster.

And it’s not just these two families? All the aristocratic families in the world are facing the same dilemma.

"There is still some time. Let's go down separately to prepare. Don't miss the main business." Wei Xian nodded and said.

"Wei!" These young people responded abruptly and bowed and left.

As everyone left, the main hall became empty, leaving only Wei Xian and Wei Xuancheng, father and son.

"Have you made arrangements at home?" Wei Xian asked.

"Everything has been arranged at home. I ordered them to close their doors. I don't think there will be any negligence." Wei Xuancheng replied.

"Okay, if you don't want your sons to be involved in this matter, I don't blame you as a father. Everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force it." Wei Xian said.

"I can't thank my father enough for understanding my difficulties," Wei Xuancheng said with emotion.

"That's all, don't mention it." Wei Xian waved his hand, a little impatiently.

"promise!"

"Bring it to me and see the order I asked you to draw up!" Wei Xian stretched out his hand and asked.

"Father, please take a look." Wei Xuancheng quickly took out the order from his arms and handed it to Wei Xian's hand.

The latter took the order, which was stamped with the official seal of the Grand Sima, to the oil lamp and looked at it. It was exactly the same as what he saw today.

After repeated confirmation, Wei Xian finally felt relieved, but he did not return the order to Wei Xuancheng, but took it into his arms.

"Father...?" Wei Xuancheng asked doubtfully.

"This matter is very important. In order not to make others suspicious, I will go with you as a father." Wei Xian stroked his beard thoughtfully.

How can this not make others suspicious? It was clear that he wanted to keep an eye on Wei Xuancheng, lest the latter suddenly change his mind and spoil the matter.

"Father is thoughtful, but he has to work more hard." Wei Xuancheng said as if he couldn't bear it.

"This matter concerns all the people in the world. I am still old and have some remaining strength. If I can play some role, I will die without regrets." Wei Xian said very frankly.

"Father understands justice well, and I will always follow suit." Wei Xuancheng's eyes were a little dodgey, but his father did not notice it.

"After an hour, you have to wait for me to complete the matter before you can send a letter to other places. Others will start trouble later, so there can't be any mistakes."

"Father, don't worry, I will do my best." Wei Xian bowed his head and accepted the order.

"Okay, success or failure depends on this!"

An hour is not too long, it passes in the blink of an eye.

At nine o'clock, the side door of Wei Mansion's back house opened, and an security car, escorted by more than twenty people, rushed towards Zhijinwu Temple.

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