After Song Jiaze listened, he let out a long sigh. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Gu Juan sat in the courtyard, but he didn't know where he went, but he vaguely knew that it seemed that people had left.

After sitting for a long time, Gu Juan walked outside the door and found that Song Jiaze was no longer in sight.

Gu Juan has been staying in this courtyard these days.

She saw the lotus flowers in this yard thankless, and saw the autumn mood staining this small sky.

Finally, I saw that this not too cold place was covered with snow.

At this time, Gu Juan seemed to be on an isolated island.

If a person is in a state of idleness for a long time, he will soon forget everything he thought before, even what he had thought about before, Gu Juan was afraid that he would really forget everything.

She flipped through the yellow calendar and found that she was already in the thirty-second year of Jiajing at this time.

She is celebrating the New Year alone, and there is not even a girl by her side, what Gu Juan is most afraid of is loneliness, anyway, Song Jiaze should not come to her at this time, and she will not hide in this place all the time.

In the early morning of this day, Gu Juan looked at the snow outside the window, and suddenly felt that she should go out for a walk, she put on thick clothes, held an umbrella, and closed the door.

After walking for an hour, when I arrived in the city, I looked at the city full of fireworks.

Gu Juan suddenly felt a little abrupt, and an old man selling sweet potatoes beside him said to Gu Juan: "Madam, on such a cold day, let's eat some sweet potatoes." ”

Gu Juan smiled, bought this sweet potato, and walked to the lively street.

Gu Juan came to a teahouse, bought a pot of hot tea, drank hot tea and listened to the bustling voices around him, but felt that he was freed from that isolation.

I saw that in this dilapidated teahouse, there was a scholar in shabby clothes who said something impassionedly, and in a flash of words, Gu Juan suddenly heard a very familiar name.

Yang Jisheng, thinking of the current year, Xia Yan has been convicted, trapped in the edict, complex and difficult political struggle, and fierce battles are in full swing.

That must be the case.

In the first month, Yang Jisheng, a member of the military department, impeached Yan Song for ten crimes and five traitors, and was sentenced to prison.

Gu Juan closed his eyes, picked up a cup of tea, and put it to his lips.

In a sense

Yan Song is not Yang Jisheng's enemy, but he is still not angry, he is not angry about Xia Yan, he is not angry about the court, he is not angry about the people who died under the Mongolian saber, and he is not angry about the world!

Those who take the world as their own responsibility, yes.

It's not that he doesn't know the fate of doing this, Shen Lian's encounter is right in front of him, it's not that no one has persuaded him, Tang Shunzhi, who is well versed in Wang Xue and is familiar with the way of struggle, saw the signs in time, as a friend of Yang Jisheng, he once wrote a letter to advise:

"May the benefit be careful, and the immortal karma should be done in the deacon. ”

As a disciple of Wang Xue, Tang Shunzhi was very aware of the political environment at that time, so he persuaded him bitterly, hoping that Yang Jisheng would not come forward to avoid disasters.

Yang Jisheng read the letter, but he just smiled and didn't answer,

There was only one thing left in his life.

Before going to the book for impeachment, Yang Jisheng fasted for three days.

This is the last free time in his life, forty-two-year-old Yang Jisheng looked back on his past, from the poverty of childhood, to the search of youth, survived the abuse of his stepmother, survived the framing of Qiu Luan, and now he is a member of the military selection division of the Ministry of War, with a bright future and a great career.

But now he was ready to give up everything to accomplish the great cause of certain death.

Because Yang Jisheng, who herded cattle, Yang Jisheng, who went through hardships, and Yang Jisheng, who saw the darkness of officialdom, are still the same Yang Jisheng.

Yang Jisheng in the dark is a pure person. And in the face of this suffocating darkness, he was powerless to resist, and could only let out that last cry.

Although Yang Jisheng is not smart, he is not stupid, he understands very well that Tang Shunzhi's words are right.

Death impeachment is really not a good way, but there is no better way for him. He has no money, no power, no background and hope of entering the cabinet, and no wisdom of Xu Jie. In the final analysis, he is just an ordinary person from a peasant family with ordinary talents.

The only thing he had was his life.

The scholar in the center of the stage was impassioned, and there was no doubt that his eloquence was excellent, and everyone present hid their faces and wept, as if they had foreseen this tragedy.

This tragedy Gu Juan didn't need to foresee, he already knew it clearly.

The scholar continued.

After the hundred rods, one of Yang Jisheng's legs was broken.

In the middle of the night, Yang Jisheng was awakened by the sharp pain in his legs, and by the faint light, he saw his stump legs and broken meat, but he did not moan and shout loudly, but just called a guard:

"It's too dark here, please light a lamp for me." ”

This was not an excessive request, and the guard agreed, and he lit a lamp and approached Yang Jisheng's cell.

At the moment when the light poured into the dark corner, the guard saw a terrible scene that left him with a terrible sight that he would never forget:

Yang Jisheng sat there very quietly, his head bowed, holding a broken bowl in his hand, and he was concentrating on scraping the flesh on his leg, which was already infected and rotten.

He didn't have anesthetic, he didn't use iron rings, and he didn't have a white towel to gag his mouth, just with a calm expression, he kept scraping the carrion, the bowl was not sharp, and the carrion was not easy to cut, which was an unbearable severe pain, but Yang Jisheng didn't make a sound.

In the middle of the night, the dull sound of friction always echoes in the gloomy cell, telling of this incomparable bravery and strength in the silence.

The guard in charge of the lamp was about to collapse, and looking at this horrific scene, he tried to escape, but his legs were firmly pinned to the ground, unable to move.

He had seen countless prisoners who had been tortured to the extreme, and heard countless miserable and terrifying wails, but in this calm night, he carried an oil lamp and faced this calm man, and he really felt the fear and shock that penetrated deep into his bones.

Then he began to tremble, and the light and shadow continued to shake with his hand.

A dull voice finally broke the dead silence:

"Don't move, I can't see clearly. ”

Gu Juan suddenly heard a rapid and mournful cry, and when she looked in which direction, she found an acquaintance in this place.

Yu Dayou, who met Zhai Luan in Beijing back then, only then did Gu Juan remember that the place where the current garrison was located was here.

Yu Dayou didn't wear the official mansion There was a young man sitting next to him, at this time Yu Dayou had a sad face, and he didn't seem to have the heart to talk to that man, Gu Juan didn't need to listen deliberately, he knew what they said.

That young man should have advised Yu Dayou not to be rash and write a book.

Gu Juan looked at Yu Dayou's departing figure, and suddenly felt that he should do something.

She put down the copper plate, braved the heavy snow, and ran out desperately.