Ying Wei's expression was the same as before, and he said, "Master Xin Qi has gone to the mansion to take up his post. That is the empty house, with the official name Changshi, but there is nothing to do. Master Xin Qi sits in the back garden sencha and dozes off every day, and his last appointment was more comfortable than going to a teahouse. The other minions of the palace all had a small complaint. ”

"Who dares to ...... to your father-in-law" Jiang Li, who was still cold and majestic before, suddenly called out, but when the words came out, he consciously lost his words, he looked around vigilantly, and coughed twice.

"Ben Gongzi has commanded...... That's not taking office, that's for the father-in-law...... Send money to Lord Xinqi...... Yes, yes, send money...... It doesn't matter what Lord Xin Qi does in the house, it's up to him, as long as he takes the money and is happy......" Jiang Li's face was a little strange, and Ying Jiu's face was even more strange.

No matter how he looks at it, he thinks that his son-in-law, who is usually like a god, is like a "dog" at the moment, and if he gives money to please people, he is so righteous that his face is not red.

But Ying Jiu didn't dare to ask more, and bowed his head respectfully: "My subordinates understand." immediately warned Yue Wangfu: Everything is with Lord Xinqi, and those who have many mouths will be killed. ”

"That's it...... You don't know...... It's harder to coax a father-in-law than a daughter-in-law......" Jiang Li breathed a sigh of relief silently and muttered in a low voice.

The second half of the sentence was too low in pitch, and Ying Jiu didn't hear it clearly. Subconsciously asked, "What is coaxing and what is difficult?"

"Nothing! nothing!" Jiang Liruo's cat who was caught by the tail couldn't hold back his majestic shelf, and hurriedly turned his face away, "That's it." Tell the things of the readers. ”

The eviction order was too obvious, and Ying Jiu had to suppress his doubts and salute away: "Subordinates obey orders!"

A gust of wind blew by, and the shadow guard suddenly disappeared.

Only to see the autumn breeze bleak, the red leaves all over the sky, the hawkers carrying baskets to sell osmanthus flowers, the aroma of the newly brewed osmanthus wine has spread in the streets and alleys.

Golden autumn, October. In the month after Wu Yu killed himself at noon, after the Jin King Suxi knelt in the palace to no avail, Wang Jian returned to Beijing from Lizhou, and the bloody storm was set off again.

Wang Jian went to Chang'an with his front foot, and played the emperor with his back foot, and the execution was as usual, and Xin Yi was interrogated. On the same day, the holy decree of public beheading spread all over the world, and the guillotine was prepared.

On this day, Wu Yu's blood had not dried up at noon, and it was crowded again, and Xin Yi, who was dressed in sackcloth, was escorted by the jailers, kneeling on the stage, with a wooden sign to be cut behind his back.

Only everyone found that Xin Yi, who was imprisoned in the prison, seemed to have gained some weight.

However, this is not the key, the key is that the butcher's knife is sharpened, and no one can stop the death, Wang Jian on the prison table laughed wildly.

Similarly, at noon, the dazzling sunlight reflected the butcher's knife brightly, and the people's heads and necks were stretched out like duck necks, waiting for the execution like watching a play, the only difference was that there was no Confucian who echoed Wang Jian's clamor that day, I don't know whether he was tired, or he was burned by the blood of Wu Yu, who had not yet dried up, and he didn't see any of them today.

This anomaly was not taken seriously by Wang Jian.

He is full of the bitterness of the guillotine, the revenge is avenged, the grievances are settled, there are a few more Confucian students, anyway, they are all chess pieces, and no one stops him from the prosperity of the Wang family.

Wang Jian looked at the sun, his face was shrouded in blazing red light, he picked up the bucket full of tokens, and threw it all towards the guillotine with all his strength.

"It's time!

There was a bang, and the tokens were "chopped" all over the ground, and the sound of hell was urging.

The people held their breath, their eyes widening.

The executioner pulled out the wooden sign on Xin Yi's back and picked up the butcher's knife with great effort.

A line of cold light, drawing a cold arc in mid-air, the sunlight reflected on the blade flashed, a gust of wind blew, and the blade suddenly came-

Before touching his neck, Wang Jian let the Buddha see the ending in advance, and burst out with crazy laughter: "The Wang family should be happy! God help me Wang Jian! Kill and kill! Who dares to stop my Wang family, who dares to go against my Wang Jian!"

The untimely laughter, accompanied by the rapidly falling butcher's knife, made the entire noon gate like hell, with ghosts rampant and yellow springs without eyes.

At the moment when the blade touched Xin Yi's neck, at the moment when Wang Jian's wild laughter reached its peak, there was a loud bang-

Then, the butcher's knife froze. Everyone's breathing instantly slowed down by half a beat.

The noon gate was opened from the outside, revealing a wide Chang'an street and a dense crowd of white-clothed scholars.

Scholar. They are all readers. At a glance, there is no end, the vastness is like the sky, a little counting, it seems to be three hundred, like an army, orderly outside the door, walking towards the guillotine.

Mighty, white like a cloud. Among these 300 people, there are familiar faces in Chang'an City, five sons and brothers with the surname of Qiwang, talented people from poor families, and even the heirs of the younger generation of the royal family.

However, at this moment, they are all dressed in white, which symbolizes the white clothes of the men who have not yet stepped into the official career, some are new and half-old, and some are turned out from the bottom of the box with some wormholes, but they are all clean and white (Note 1).

White as snow, white as bi, white as the original heart of a teenager, erase all identities and statuses, and give them all their general names: scholars.

Today, but the king is a scholar.

Three hundred scholars, come to the guillotine. The expression is solemn, the pace is like a mountain, the earth trembles at noon, and the momentum is like a rainbow shaking the sky.

Wang Jian was speechless. The people were also stunned, but they couldn't help but make way for the scholars. Only Xin Yi's heart moved, and some guessed the "initiator", who was excited and ashamed, and quietly blushed.

In the terrifying silence, three hundred scholars approached, brushed their sleeves, stopped, and became the only center of the noon gate in white clothes like the sea.

A scholar stepped forward, looked directly at Wang Jian without fear, and said loudly: "The Xin clan cannot be killed!"

Immediately, the rest of the scholars stepped forward one after another, and shouted in the same way: "Xin's cannot be killed!"

The voices of three hundred people converged together, and then they became a thunderous sound that shook the sky, and the sound spread for thousands of miles, as if shaking the sky out of a hole, and also shaking Wang Jian's eardrums to the bitterness.

"Come on! What's going on! Drag this group of poor talents down to the old man!" Wang Jian came to his senses, instantly blushed with anger, and shouted frantically to order Jin Wuwei.

However, this time, Kim Wuwei did not move. General Jin Wuwei, who was on duty, straightened his back and said loudly: "Under Jiang Cang." Three years ago, he was a prisoner of the country, studied under Wu Yufuzi, and was promoted to an official a year ago, worshipping Jin Wu Wei General. Today, the blood of the martial master has not dried up, although I am an official, I am also a student, and I do not want to violate the will of the late master, please forgive the sin!"

Immediately, the Jin Wuwei, who did not move for half a step and stood in place, gave a silent and unified answer: do not violate the will of Wu Yu, and do not violate the original intention of Shizi.

Wang Jian's eyes were so anxious that his lungs were about to explode, and he shouted angrily: "You Jin Wuwei want to do the opposite? Jiang Cang is right! The old man has written it down! Dare to go against my Wang family, I want you to die without a place to be buried! Where are the soldiers of my Wang family? Drive out the poor talents!"

With a hula, the soldiers of the Wang family rushed up and wanted to make a move, but Jiang Cang also looked directly at Wang Jian without dodging, and raised his halberd: "Where is Jin Wuwei? Stop the soldiers of the Wang family!

The sword light and sword shadow, the cold light out of the sheath. The Jin Wuwei suddenly caught up, stopped the Wang family's soldiers, and openly confronted Wang Jian.

Although the Wang family has five surnames and seven wangs, and hundreds of soldiers, they are still a little worse than the well-trained Jin Wuwei, and they are bluffed in front of the latter's defective sword, and no matter how dark Wang Jian's face is, he does not dare to move half a step.

"It's the opposite! It's all reversed! Jiang Cang! The old man has written it down! If you dare to spoil the old man's good deeds, the old man wants you to pay for your blood debts! Damn it! Damn it!" Wang Jian's eyebrows were distorted, and he shouted with hatred, but he couldn't break through Jin Wuwei's sword halberd, so he could only kick the table case angrily, and he was angry.

And Xin Yi on the stage took a deep look at Jiang Cang and noted the latter's appearance, although he was wearing a military attache uniform, he had clean eyebrows and eyes and an elegant young man.

Even if he and Wu Yu have a teacher's death, but they can resist the consequences with one shoulder, and turn against the Wang family with blood, this sincerity and kindness-

She wrote it down.

exegesis

1. White clothes: In ancient times, it referred to scholars who had no merit or official position. That is, scholars who have not yet stepped into the official career. "Historical Records: Preface to the Biography of Confucianism": "And the Empress Dowager Dou collapsed, Wu'an Hou Tian Wei was the prime minister, and the words of the Huang, the old, and the criminal names of a hundred schools, and hundreds of Confucian scholars in Yanwen, and Gongsun Hong took the white clothes of "Spring and Autumn" as the three princes of the Son of Heaven and was named the Marquis of Pingjin. "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty: The Biography of Kong Rong": "(Cao Cao) then ordered the prime minister's army to plot a sacrifice to the wine road in vain and said: 'Shaofu Kong Rong...... and before and the white-clothed Youheng stumbled and spoke. Yuan Xin Wenfang's "The Biography of Tang Caizi Meng Haoran": "Guan Haoran retreated humbly, and his fame was high, but he fell into the Ming Dynasty, and he was white-clothed for life, a good and pathetic husband!" ”