Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 176 Now, are you willing to rebel?

As night falls, red candles ignite the white snow, the green is dyed black, and the red carved beams and painted buildings are swaying in the flickering light and shadow.

After the semi-mortal case, the old man remained expressionless and pretentious.

There was a beep, and there was a light tap.

After a long while of silence in the room, the old man slowly uttered a sentence: "There is no tie, come in."

With a squeak, Xiahou Chun tiptoed in and said with a smile on his face, "Old Shangshu hasn't slept yet."

The old man's eyes were dark, and he suddenly said: "You really don't want to fight anymore?"

Xia Houchun was stunned, not knowing why.

The old man stared straight at him, with a deep tone, and said slowly: "The demon concubine first harmed His Majesty, and then drove away the Prime Minister, and the entire three central provinces are in her hands. If you don't take any action, Taikang will be in danger." , Dongjing is in danger!"

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, Xia Houchun was suffocated for breathing, and remained silent.

On the pitch-black lamp, flames danced, and the rays of light seemed to dispel all shadows, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't illuminate the filth and darkness beneath them.

The old man's eyes turned cold, and he seemed to be disappointed and regretful. His originally tall and straight figure gradually became bent, and he was about to push people away.

Xia Houchun's eyes were lowered, and he was a little confused whether this was a temptation or an admonition. After all, he had died once, and he didn't dare to be killed a second time because of his complacency.

He squirmed his thin lips, and said bitterly at the corner of his mouth: "It's not that I don't want to fight, it's because I have no power."

He is old and kind-hearted. For the veteran of the two dynasties who is favored by Emperor Taizong, his life has been full of ups and downs. He has seen too many waves. However, he has been in Dongjing for decades, and he still stands like a rock in the sea. The deep meaning contained in it is naturally intriguing.

Xia Houchun knew very well that Song He would be more sensible, calm, and even cold-blooded about the rise and fall of dynasties for an existence like Song He who has seen the ups and downs of the world.

Whenever there is a change of dynasty, most of them will stand on the sidelines, or let nature take its course, euphemistically called "everything changes, reincarnation circulates, and there is a number of days, how can mortals disobey it" and watch from the sidelines for themselves and for the millennium behind The family grabs the greatest benefit is what they want to do most.

After Emperor Taizong killed half of the imperial court, they still stood unshakably above the Dongjing imperial court, and they were like evergreen trees. No matter how the wind blows or the rain, I stand still, as stable as a mountain, naturally Its way of life.

Especially in the officialdom, he has already perfected his achievements in the officialdom, and the skills of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun and the golden cicada's shelling are more slippery than the other, and he is good at eliminating disasters and reducing disasters.

In the eyes of these beings, it is easy to handle a prince who has no power and power, and is even in danger of being abolished at any time.

Don't look at Xia Houchun's slaying in the east and the west since he stepped out of Taikang, "A real person is nothing more than this" in the left, and "Ask the sword in Tiandu Peak" in the right, all these are just his ignorance and arrogance of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

Of course, it is unknown whether this is the label of "stupid prince" deliberately created by Xia Houchun, but it is undeniable that for Song He, who has been immersed in the way of being an official for half his life, Xia Houchun in front of him is Still seems a little naive and immature.

Xia Houchun knows very well that in front of these old foxes, he must remember not to play tricks, or the current Xia Houchun is not qualified to pretend to be deep with them. Don't look at the cold face that the other party gave Murong Yan just now, but who knows who he is Didn't you lament the frankness and perseverance of this woman?
Even at the door just now, he seemed to be kind to Xia Houchun, favoring him, with a kind and gentle expression on his face, but who would know what the patriarch of one of the nine Dongjing clans was thinking?

Is it to abandon the century-old reputation accumulated by the Song Clan and assist Xia Houchun in his rebellion?

Or abandon the friendship between the monarch and his ministers for many years, capture Xia Houchun, and secretly give it to Taikang as a congratulatory gift?
People's hearts are separated from the belly, and no one can know whether they are black-hearted or not unless they are cut open.

The people next to the pillow can turn against each other, and the brothers can fight against the wall, not to mention strangers who only meet each other once.

Therefore, although Xia Houchun had respect for this old Shangshu who kept praising and praising him, he did not lose his basic vigilance and vigilance.

Seeing Xia Houchun bowing his head slightly, he said with a helpless wry smile: "And Xiahou knows very well that even if he wants to fight, he will not be able to fight, so instead of seeking his own death, it is better to take a step back, maybe the sea and the sky will be brighter."

boom! ! !
The old man suddenly became furious and reprimanded sharply: "Stupid! Take a step back? Could it be that you still expect that demon concubine to spare you?"

"Did you forget that glass of poisoned wine? Do you want to die again?"

The old man's angry words of hating iron and steel burst out, like thunderbolts exploding in Xia Houchun's ears, blasting him to the point where he was scorched and tender, and his blood was shaken and disturbed.

But it was not just the old man's angry scolding, but also the words he spit out. Could it be that he knew that he was from a foreign land?
Unexpectedly, before he could ask, the old man tried his best to say: "I don't know how you escaped, but you must also know that no matter how much you forbear, that demon concubine will never let you survive!"

The old man was as imposing as a tiger, his gaze was like a wolf, he pressed the table, leaned his upper body slightly forward, stared at Xia Houchun, and said word by word: "That is to say, whether you rebel or not, the demon concubine I must kill you!"

These words, like a flash of lightning, instantly woke Xia Houchun up, his pupils widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

But then anger, sadness, helplessness and strong resentment gradually appeared in his shocked eyes. His face was blue and white, cloudy and cloudy. Absolutely, like the end of a hero who is at the end of his life, endlessly desolate, endlessly unwilling.

The old man's eyes gradually slowed down, and there was a look of relief. His tone was kind, and his voice was like a warm spring breeze, blowing slowly. It was even the scorching sun in winter, which was blazing but not scorching, warming his heart. "It seems that you have understood your situation."

For a long time, Xia Houchun's eyes were blood red, staring at Song He, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly, "What should I do?"

The old man sighed secretly, shook his head and said: "The matter has come to this point, even if Taizong is reborn, it will not be able to help the building that is about to collapse, and turn the tide from falling."

Xia Houchun's face was miserable when he heard the words, and seeing Song He sighed, he seemed to be hesitant to speak, he realized it immediately, his face showed a color of understanding, immediately lifted his trousers and robe, and with a plop, he knelt down on one knee, almost gritted his teeth Said in a deep voice: "I beg old Shangshu to save me!"

"Oh, I can't help it, why does Your Highness make such a great gift, isn't this a loss of the old man's life?"

The old man's expression changed slightly, he immediately bypassed the desk, walked quickly to Xia Houchun, and helped him up.

Xia Houchun smiled wryly and said: "The boy is dull, and he didn't seek to understand it when he was studying; after observing politics, he also has only a half-understanding of the national policy advice of the father and the old ministers in the cabinet, and it is difficult to understand the root cause."

With a dejected look on his face, he said in a daze: "I'm a libertine, how can I take on this heavy responsibility?"

If Taikang's courtiers heard this, they would probably spit him to death.

But the old man has been an official at home all these years, and he doesn't know the scene of Xia Houchun's remonstrance to kill Wei Boyu, otherwise, it will be horrifying.

Hearing this, Song He patted him on the shoulder with a face of relief, and said with a smile: "You are the Crown Prince of Dajing, the foundation of the country, and you are also responsible for the revival of Dajing. How can you be so presumptuous?"

The corner of Xia Houchun's mouth was bitter, and he could only wave his hands repeatedly, not daring to say more.

The old man's smile gradually subsided, and he stared directly at Xia Houchun with deep eyes. After a long time, he asked abruptly, "Does His Royal Highness believe me?"

Xia Houchun was stunned, "Where did the old Shangshu say that?"

"Because His Highness is still hiding it." The old man whispered.

"I don't know how to believe it?" Xia Houchun asked with a wry smile helplessly.

Song He said meaningfully: "Forget it, if the prince doesn't see the rabbit and won't scatter the eagle, then the old man will let you see his sincerity."

After speaking, he slapped his hands twice, and with a creak, the door opened, and a familiar face came into view.

Xia Houchun's pupils shrank, and his body tensed up.

After the man bowed respectfully to Song He, he smiled at Xia Houchun and said, "I've seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The person who came was Wei Boyu!

At the beginning when this person was "suicide" from the prison of the Ministry of Justice, Xia Houchun felt strange, but he didn't think about it at the time, and later met this "resurrected" official servant in Dongdu, and was shocked for a while. Yang Zhong explained that he was robbed, and only then did he gradually relieve his doubts.

But after parting from the Eastern Capital, the two parted ways. Xia Houchun wanted to raise an army to go north, and Wei Boyu said that he could help Xia Houchun, but he didn't elaborate at the time. Now it seems that it is possible to contact Shen and Liu. Shi's matter?
But why do I always feel that the tricks hidden in it are not that simple, heh, no matter what, at least it can be confirmed that there is still a mysterious force hidden among Wei Boyu, Yang Zhong, Liu Yu and others.

The power and energy of this mysterious force, once exposed to the public eye, may exceed everyone's imagination.

Xia Houchun's heart was full of turbulent waves, but his face remained calm. After slightly frowning, he took a step forward, helped him up, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't you follow Mr. Liu Yuliu to visit the Liu family? Why are you here? "

Wei Boyu heard the words, subconsciously looked at Song He, but saw that the other party looked calm, the old god was there.

After deliberating for a moment, he replied with a curtain: "Your Highness, to be honest, the humble job was originally at the invitation of Song Lao, to help His Highness contact the Liu Clan and the Shen Clan, so as to prepare food and grass for the army going north for military supplies."

He paused and smiled, "Of course, the reason why the humble officer was able to escape from the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice was also because of the help of the teacher."

Teacher rescue?Could this be someone from Xuanzong?

Xia Houchun narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this time, the old man Song He said slowly, "Have you guessed who we are now, Your Highness?"

Xia Houchun's lips moved, his eyes shone brightly, revealing a hint of comprehension and relief, and he softly uttered two words: "Confucianism."

Confucianism, along with Taoism and Buddhism, is one of the three religions.

Created by Yan Shi, a disciple of that sage, his disciples spread all over the world, from north to south.

All those who hold the scrolls are Confucianists.

Everyone who holds the writer belongs to Confucianism.

Anyone who recites the Four Books and Five Classics is a disciple of Confucianism.

You and I are both in Confucianism.

This is a sect with more disciples than Buddhism, a wider jurisdiction than Taoism, but weaker power than Buddhism.

However, no one dares to ignore it.

Because all civil servants in the world are Confucian scholars.

"Now, are you willing to rebel?"

(End of this chapter)