The noon gate fell silent.

Everyone forgot to react, only a sentence kept echoing in their heads-

If you ask the reader how to explain the three words, then Wu Yu gave the most perfect answer.

Readers, as it should be.

……

After a long time, Wu Hui was the first to wake up, and silently rolled down a line of tears: "...... He...... It's stupid......"

"But what is most lacking in reading people is a kind of stupidity. Xin Yi's eyes were hot, and he gave Wu Hui an answer.

"Scholar, the old man has been an official for nearly 40 years, and he has almost forgotten these three words......" Wang Jian was in a trance, looking at the blood all over the stage in a daze.

“…… Scholar...... We are also scholars......" The Confucian scholar who originally echoed Wang Jian's clamor muttered these three words, falling into a struggle.

What is a reader?

is so stupid, for a heart to sacrifice his life easily, for the illusory national fortune, he sacrificed his blood and head, and compared with those chess players who are extremely shrewd in the chess game and whose interests are clear.

Too silly.

However, it is precisely because of this that he deserves to be a reader.

……

Days and the autumn of the twelfth year. As soon as the autumn festival ended, there was another accident at noon.

Zheng Sanpin Guozi supervised the sacrificial wine, Wu Yu, the son of the Wu family in Lizhou, spoke out for the sinner girl Xin Yi, ordered the troubled times to be right, and killed himself on the guillotine.

The white flags of the martial arts are fluttering, weeping into the clouds, Xiuyi Wu Hui personally returned to Shu to preside, and hundreds of officials of the imperial court spontaneously went to mourn, and the grand and grand funeral was naturally the attention of the world.

However, what really shocked the world was Wu Yu's words: a scholar.

Loud and deafening, if you smash the golden thunder of the gangster Kyushu, explode the dark clouds in the sky, wake up countless ignorant dreams, and teach thousands of Confucian students in the world, and at the same time ask questions in my heart-

What is a reader?

This is the reader.

Wu Yu's dried blood at the noon gate gave a silent and perfect answer.

Readers, the simple three words spread like a hurricane, especially among the countless scholars still dressed in white, under the drunken Chang'an, an astonishing undercurrent is brewing.

An undercurrent that can swallow elephants even though it is unarmed, an undercurrent that turns its back to the thousands of powerful armies, and the backbone and heart of the sword are ignored by everyone at the pinnacle of official careers, but it is the most fearless and powerful undercurrent of Great Wei.

Just one day, this undercurrent, like the first dawn that splits the dark night, shines brightly on the world.

At the same time, because of Wu Yu's advice, the execution was interrupted. Wang Jian was also afraid that the martial arts family would really deal with him, after all, it was not a worry-free thing to have one more enemy, and it was also a family that had sent a woman to the throne of God.

Therefore, Wang Jian was in charge, pressed down the holy decree of beheading, escorted Xin Yi back to the prison, waited for the time being, and went to Lizhou in person, with the sacrificial wine and martial arts, and he looked like he had done enough.

Wu Yu's death ended with the royal family showing favor and the emperor posthumously sealing the green history.

And Xin Yi's life has an unclear future. The Wang family only temporarily escorted her back to the prison, and the holy decree of beheading was still valid, so the government and the opposition speculated that it was estimated that when Wang Jian came back from Lizhou, the guillotine would fall again.

People all over the world talk about Xin Yi in the prison as if they were talking about a dead man, and the same words came out of the mouth of the great eunuch Zheng Zhong, but they only attracted the cold voice of Li Jingting's warning-

"If you speak disrespectfully again, the king will cut you down immediately. ”

Zheng Zhong shrank his neck. However, looking back at the Lin De Palace, Jin Wuwei, who was surrounded by clouds, and then looked at Li Jingting, who was alone, he was bold again, and he stiffly said: "It's just that he is temporarily sent back to the prison, and the holy decree of beheading has not been abolished...... Everyone said so, and the prince didn't believe it......"

Suddenly, a line of cold light swept through, and a sword blade was already across Zheng Zhong's neck.

What followed was Li Jingting's gaze that could freeze people into ice mounds: "This king's sword has never been patient. You try?"

Zheng Zhong swallowed dryly. Finally believed that the prince of Jin was a little unusual.

In the past, he was full of chess interests, the corners of his eyes were full of fiery desire, his heart was like a stone, except for his own victory or defeat, there was nothing that could simmer it.

However, at this moment, this stone is hot, and the bottom of his eyes is bloodshot with exhaustion and worry.

He apparently hadn't slept well in days. Tossing and turning for someone, in the middle of the night when no one is visible, a person swallows all the evil fate.

Zheng Zhong was a little more pitiful. The tone softened: "The prince forgives the slave for talking too much." But as long as the prince goes out to listen, he says it everywhere, and he is not alone. The slave just told the prince the truth, not deliberately reciprocated with you. ”

"This king has come to seek her life. What the outside say, even if it is the fact that the iron is beaten, this king will twist the iron pestle. Li Jingting withdrew his sword, indifferent and resolute.

Zheng Zhong looked at the noon sun, as well as the door of the Lin De Palace, which was still closed, and sighed: "But kneeling like this, it's not a way." ”

"Then kneel until your father is willing to withdraw the decree. Li Jingting secretly gritted his teeth and paused word by word.

It turned out that before dawn, Li Jingting entered Beijing alone, laid out a straw mat at the door of the Linde Palace, and knelt in the hall, asking the emperor to revoke the holy decree of beheading Xinyi.

Of course, taking care of the Wang family, let alone withdrawing the decree, the emperor didn't even see Li Jingting. The doors of the temple were shut, and their ears were not heard outside the window.

So, Li Jingting knelt like this. From dawn to sunrise, from early morning to noon, he didn't move his nest for several hours, his face was pale, cold sweat soaked through the python robe, and his legs were no longer numerous.

Li Jingting knelt alone.

In front of the huge Lin De Palace, his back was like a mountain, just for the sake of her, who didn't even know what he had done for her, he poured all his regrets and sincerity.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came, casting a shadow with the noon sun, Zheng Zhong saw the comer clearly, and his face was a little strange: "Chess boy?"

It was Jiang Li who came. He is plain in a shirt and shoes, wearing a half-worn crow and green deer fur, and his black hair is not crowned, casually gathered in the billowing wind hair on the edge of the fur, lined with the autumn sky like a mirror glazed tile, like a painting.

Li Jingting's eyes flashed, he didn't get up, he just turned his head away, and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing here?

Jiang Li approached, looked down at Li Jingting who was kneeling on the ground, and shook his head: "No." This son is here to see the prince. I heard that the prince was alive for the girl of the Xin family, so he knelt in the hall and asked the emperor to withdraw the decree. For several hours, the words of white and black outside were spread. ”

Li Jingting glanced at him lightly: "You have seen the facts." Why bother repeating it?"

A little sarcastic. There was an inexplicable sense of war in the air. The great eunuch Zheng Zhong felt embarrassed, and after a thousand, he consciously retreated, leaving only two people in place, like two armies facing each other.

Jiang Li's eyes flowed, and he confirmed that the conversation would not be heard by others, so he raised his eyebrows: "Lord Jin, it doesn't matter if the grass people are grass, the key is that the emperor doesn't see you, you just kneel on your knees, and it won't help." Why bother?"

"Are you persuading this king to go back?" Li Jingting raised his eyes coldly, "If this king withdraws, you will have a chance, right?"

"Not a chance. It's the opportunity, which was mine. Jiang Li leaned down, looked directly at Li Jingting, and smiled confidently and proudly, "She was originally mine." Since I am looking for a life for her, I don't have to bother the prince. ”

The last sentence is blunt. The sparks in Li Jingting's eyes suddenly ignited, and in an instant, like a raging fire, the air between the two of them burned the smell of gunpowder.

This is the battlefield. On the battlefield of men, there is no blood in killing, and the heart is only for her.