Dawn of the Empire

Chapter 422 78 The Second Sage Travels in Yu-3

Jia Yuanzhen, the deputy capital, held the scriptures and said mysteriously: "It is said in Beijing that Yelu Dashi said in front of Feng Xianggong that the Khitan people are descendants of three generations of Yin and Shang, and they are brothers to our dynasty."

"Win the monkey and get crowned," Yu Chicheng said with curled lips, "Believe him, I'm still the Empress of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor."

Liu Wengu smiled and said: "Qin Zhixian is the descendant of Emperor Zhuanxu. The female cultivator swallowed the egg of the black bird and gave birth to a son. Shun gave her the surname Ying. Some of these words are true." He looked up at the haze Looking at the sky, he sighed, "Qin Emperor destroyed the six kingdoms, why is the tiger looking at it? Sima Wenzheng once said that governing the world is like a house, and we should repair it. It is not a big disaster. For 300 years, one person ruled the world, or the world was served by one person. The rule of three generations, the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, gradually drifted away and there were no books. The so-called scholar-bureaucrats and the emperor ruled the world together in name but in reality. Withered bones. The fate of the world is declining. Now the world is "shaking", and the northern captives are booming. The Yelu Dashi has swept Hebei, and the aspiration to win the Central Plains has become clear to the world. Unless we change our course, we will change it with Mr. Zhoushan's public election. Only when the people are the most important, the society is second, and the emperor is the least, as Mencius said, can we bring the dead back to life."

"Mencius said that those who are ministers and ministers inherit the orders of the emperor to support the people are not the private belongings of the emperor. In the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, when the emperor regards his ministers as brothers and feet, the ministers regard the emperor as his heart; when the emperor regards his ministers as dogs and horses, the ministers regard the emperor as the people of his country The king regards his ministers like soil mustard, and the ministers regard their rulers as enemies. King Xuan of Qi asked: Is it possible for a minister to kill his ruler? Mencius said: "Those who are thieves of benevolence are called thieves, those who are thieves of justice are called cripples, and those who are cripples are called thieves." One husband. I heard that one husband was punished, but I didn’t hear about killing the king.”

Jia Yuanzhen deliberately lowered his voice, his face was full of strange excitement.The imperial court forcibly conscripted Tai students into the Baoyi Army. Although it was used as a pretense of defending against the enemy, all fools knew that this was a disguised punishment, and there was even fear of death.Scholars who can enter the imperial academy are not stupid. To put it nicely, fighting without teaching is to abandon them.Everyone feels aggrieved in his heart, and feels that as long as the official family is in power, there is no hope of being an official for life.There is a faint remorse in his heart, the more ordinary scholars who sleep on the classics and behave in a regular manner, the more they hold grudges against the officials and the court officials.

"It's over, it's over. Be careful, be careful." Ma Yuan added two pieces of charcoal to the charcoal stove, and muttered, "This damn weather is freezing to death, because the Layu Party in the southeast is rebelling, and the water transportation If it is cut off, the charcoal should be saved.”

"Pull it down," Liu Wengu rolled his eyes and asked, "Who knocked on the Dengwen drum?"

"It's Ma Juntou!" Everyone shouted together.Ma Yuan also scratched his head in embarrassment.The general is commonly known as the head of the army. Zhang Shuye, the general manager of the Henan Mabu Army, thought he was physically strong, so he was appointed as the first commander of the Baoyi Army.The clouds in the sky were thick and cloudy, but the eyes of Xiangru officers were full of enthusiasm and hope. The so-called teenagers don't know sorrow, which is roughly the case.

The chatter and laughter of the Tai students leaked out of the tent, and it was particularly abrupt and strange amidst the roar of the heavy artillery attacking the city. When the idlers in the Baoyi Army heard this, they all showed a look of shock, and someone whispered: " These short-lived ghosts."

As the night fell, the whole city was as quiet as a dead city. Occasionally hearing babies crying and the sound of clappers watching the night showed a trace of vitality.Bianliang imposed a curfew because of Tai students crashing into the palace gate and knocking on Dengwen drum, and the enemy was at hand.

In the middle of the night, the gate of the palace was wide open, and teams of Banzhi guards in full armor came out from Xuande Building, first guarding both sides of the imperial street tightly, and then the chariot of the Holy Majesty came out slowly.Benzhi on both sides of the road watched the driver slowly passing by with reverence or curiosity, but the bright yellow curtains were never opened. Inside the car, Zhao Ke's face was pale, as if he was in a daze .

When Yu Jia passed the Bianhezhou Bridge, he was slightly bumped by the arch of the bridge. Thinking of New Year's Eve, where people are like a sea and lights are like day, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel infinitely sad.The bright moon at Zhouqiao and Bianhe night market are the most famous sights in the capital.Zhao Ke's grandfather was walking inside the palace wall of Xuandemen, when he heard the sound of silk and bamboo singing and laughing outside, he asked the eunuch curiously, "Where are you having fun here?" " Then he complained to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the people in the night market are so happy, you are rich in the world, but you are so deserted in the palace." The grandfather smiled slightly and sighed in a low voice: "It is so deserted in my palace. Only the people outside are so happy, if Zhengong is as happy as the people outside, then the night market outside will be deserted."

That year, Zhao Ke was still an ignorant child. He looked up at his grandfather's coffin and slowly drove out of Xuande Gate in the midst of the city. , Crying loudly, every family burned their own paper money to pay the old emperor's death, incense ash was scattered everywhere in the city, as if it was snowing.

Even his father and later ministers despised him, saying that he was too weak, he was bullied by the ministers internally, and by the Liao and Xia kingdoms externally.In Zhao Ke's mind, his grandfather is his role model.Zhao Ke's talent is only the appearance of a man. "Last year's Yuan Eve, the flower market lights were like daytime. Willows were on the moon, and people made an appointment after dusk. This year's Yuan Eve, the moon and lights remained the same. I didn't see last year's people, and my spring shirt sleeves were wet with tears." Those are the poems of Ouyang Wenzhong.At first, Zhao Ke couldn't figure out how the powerful officials with many party members that his father talked about so overwhelmingly oppressed him could write such touching lines.Isn't it strange that the most emotional and "sexy" articles and the shrewd and sophisticated skills appear on one person?He was honest and well-behaved since childhood, and when he grew up, he was very strict with himself, but he didn't win the favor of his father like the third brother, and his suave father even faintly hated him.

Thinking of his father and the third younger brother, Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat. When he came back to his senses, he resisted the urge to look out of the car curtain.The outside is so quiet and scary, the scene at this moment must be extremely bleak.Don't lean on the railing alone, the world is infinite, it is easy to go sometimes difficult.This farewell to Bianliang, I don't know when I will be able to return.Zhao Ke heaved a long sigh, unconsciously, the corners of his eyes became moist.

Immediately behind Yujia is a convoy full of clan members.The royal family of the Zhao family has multiplied to this day, and there are as many as 600 males in the Jinzhi clan living in Bianliang City alone. In addition to Zhao Ke's few concubines, princes and princesses, this team can also be called Haohao' Swing''swing'.Unlike Zhao Ke, many clans opened the curtains of the car, all of them looked sad, some looked around anxiously, some looked ashen, and some burst into tears.The princes, county kings, successor kings, dukes, and dukes of the county, all their families are still in Bianliang, this time they are forced to drive south hunting, the war is fierce, and they don't know how to wait for the day when they will be reunited.

Wuchang Army Jiedu envoy Zhu Bona rode his horse forward slowly, and he turned his head from time to time to whisper instructions to the generals around him.This time, I took advantage of the cover of night to accompany the south hunting, with horses bound hooves and people with titles, and the top priority was to march in concealment.According to the daytime sentry report, the main force of the northern captives has not yet arrived, and the circumference of Bianliang City is forty miles long, with more than a dozen gates.Zhu Bona specially sent a cavalry sentry to explore the [-]-mile radius outside Nanxun Gate, but found no trace of the Liao army.

Even so, Jubner was still full of anxiety.Since the cavalry set off, the three hundred li to the southwest was the most dangerous section, and it was basically safe when they arrived at the important town of Yingchangfu.It is impossible for the Liao army to bypass Bianliang to attack Yingchang Mansion.Zhu Bona originally planned to surround the royal cavalry with light cavalry, galloping day and night without hesitation, so that he could reach Yingchang Mansion in just one day and night.Then stop and wait for the accompanying hundreds of clans and concubines.But Zhao Ke hesitated again and again, and decided to take the clan and concubines to act together.

The military discipline of the imperial squad was excellent, a group of people quietly passed through the Imperial Street, passed the Longjin Bridge of Zhuquemen, passed through the empty center of the night market, and quietly exited the city from Nanxunmen.The faces of the Banzhi guards were very ugly, and many of them hung their heads and wept secretly, because all their family members stayed in the city.This night, the stars and the moon were dark, the sky was dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. It seemed that there were countless beasts lurking in the endless wilderness. The speed was lost, and the whole team sank into the boundless darkness.

It was not until the Nanxun Gate was closed again that Privy Councilor Shao Wu was awakened from his sleep.He was extremely shocked to learn about Saint Nanshou, who will also serve as the stay in Tokyo and be fully responsible for Bianliang's defense.The chill pierced his skin, and he realized that he was still wearing the underwear.Zhao Zhifu, Tong Guan, Zhu Berna, Shen Yun and other important officials of the court all accompanied Nanshou, and now there is no one in Bianliang City to oppose Shao Wu, but his heart was filled with an incomparable chill.

Shao Wu sneezed, put on his clothes in a hurry, and ordered: "Please, General Zhang, meet you at the Nanxun Gate Tower."

Half an hour later, Zhang Shuye hurried to the tower of Nanxun Gate.The wind was strong on the tower, but Shao Wu didn't seem to notice it. He held the battlements with his hands and stared at the southern night sky without saying a word, as if he wanted to see the trace of Yujia Nanshou from the endless darkness.Seeing this scene, Zhang Shuye sighed, and stood beside Shao Wu silently, looking into the distance together.The Holy One, Nanshou, left the two of them alone in Bianliang. Is this a heavy responsibility or an abandonment, like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or not.

Suddenly, with a sound of "hu--", a firework soared into the sky with a sharp whistling sound, and exploded with a "bang--", like a goddess scattering flowers in the sky, followed by two more The fireworks rose in the night sky, and there were two explosions of "bang--" and "bang--", which was extremely beautiful in the night sky of Shangyuan.

Zhang Shuye's cheeks twitched suddenly, he couldn't help looking at Shao Wu, and the two saw the incomparably astonished expression on each other's face.

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