"Zi is silent, strange and confused. www.biquge.info"The prefect may also burn incense and worship the Buddha, but when faith meets reality, he will always put faith aside. Otherwise, as a Han official, he would not have done such a thing.

When all hope faded as the sun set, the officers and soldiers finally clamoured. The night in the desert is life-threatening. What's more, in this winter month, I didn't bring anything. When you can't find a single branch around. The time is not far off when everyone will freeze to death.

Perhaps the officers can shout at the soldiers on weekdays, beating and scolding as they please. But as soon as the soldiers began to make noise, it meant that the majesty of the officers and the sanctions of military law were useless. One by one, the officers turned pale and slowly left the crowd in a cold sweat. Under the clamor of the crowd, it is not something they can suppress.

The officers gathered in front of the prefect, and the mutiny would be hacked to death by their own soldiers, even if there was no mutiny, they would definitely freeze to death after dark. If something happens to the prefect, under the investigation of the imperial court, he and others will inevitably go to the vegetable market.

At this moment, the officers hated the prefect in front of them more than the soldiers, but they had to do their best to protect him. At least if he protects Shangguan and dies, his family can still get a little comfort and comfort from the court. If he and others leave the prefect to protect themselves, the court will never be able to explain it.

"What a guts! Do you want to rebel, have you ever thought about your family? "The soldiers unsheathed their swords and pressed forward step by step. There are few officers, so they can only guard the prefect step by step, and severely reprimand, but no matter how you look at it, they are not confident.

In the desert, in the crowd, the air is tense. The soldiers were furious, and the officers trembled. After the prefect saw that there was definitely no luck today, the bits and pieces of the past were like a replay. From babbling to the infinite hope of the family. and then to the earnest teachings of Mr. Enlightenment Reading, and the full support of his family. Ten years of hard work, once nominated for the gold list. Even if his name falls below the top three lists, won't he become a master from now on? High-ranking officials have to do it, and horses have to ride, even in this bitter cold place, it is enough to comfort life. It's just that when did you become so unbearable? I just want to do the official safely, and everyone will make money. The Hermes-Epitek looked at their resentful eyes, and the **** was faintly arrogant, unstoppable. Is it all your own doing?

After I die, I don't care if he floods! He violated the teachings he had learned for ten years, violated the Huayi distinction of the saints, and even betrayed his own bloodline, conscience and faith. Just to live a safe and secure term, so as to seek a transfer.

But why did it end up like this?

Is this God's punishment for himself?

When the prefect thought of this, he was so sad that when a large group of people were nervously confronted, he burst into tears without any dignity. But it also made the originally murderous scene stagnant. The rebellion was all based on a bad breath in the chest, and when it was interrupted like this, it was miraculously vented. The soldiers began to hesitate, and the officers, seeing the light of day, began to desperately win over promises. The tension gradually eased.

The prefect cried in the dark, broke his liver and intestines, and was not human. Not only stunned the surrounding crowd, but also stunned the two people on Mingsha Mountain in the distance.

"When did the reader become so boneless!" Xuan Xuozi was also shocked speechless.

"When did a reader ever have a bone?" Lichen asked angrily.

"You are generalizing like this, we literati in the Tang Dynasty can afford to hold books and go to the battlefield." Xuan Xuozi shook his head and retorted, very disapprovingly at Chen's deep resentment and disdain for the readers.

"Perhaps! At least since the Song Dynasty, the bones of civil officials have all been soft. Even more so now! After finishing speaking, he turned his head and whispered to himself: "The difficulty of Ninety-Nine is not over, and the poor road will not let you go for the time being?" ”

Lichen and Xuanxuzi naturally watched the fire from the other side there, but the large group of people in the prefect of Dunhuang had to find a way to survive. Someone was wandering around, trying to find something to start a fire. Someone was digging in the sand in an attempt to dig a place to escape the cold. There are also some people who do kneel on the ground, constantly kowtowing in the direction of this Mingsha Mountain, praying for forgiveness from all the gods and immortals. The gambling curse swore that he would do more good deeds in the future, and he would never dare to be an accomplice to those Hui people again.

After the anger in the crowd is exhausted, it is natural to think of their relatives at home. In order not to implicate their families, the officers and soldiers had to endure and put down their swords to find a way to survive. And the prefect who started it was also deliberately forgotten by everyone. We don't know if we'll be able to see the sun tomorrow. Who is in the mood to pay attention to that loser dog, a dumb official?

The sun finally took away the last rays of light in the desert, and the sky began to darken. The few firewood and grass are certainly not enough to get everyone through the long night. The air was getting colder and colder, and the prefect woke up from crying, feeling cold and hungry. A chill in the air seemed to penetrate the bone marrow. No one paid attention to him, and no one treated him as a superior who had to be flattered. Even the retinue that had been following him all the time did not know where he had gone.

The people around him were busy, as if the whole world had forgotten about him.

"Xia Quan, Xia Li. Where have you been, don't you come over to the master! The desert echoed, but no one answered for a long time. The prefect felt an extreme nervousness at this moment, and looked around, looking for the figure of his entourage. A group of Qiu Ba were just about to kill him to vent their anger, and they must not be able to command now, did their two followers also betray themselves?

A sense of helplessness mixed with fear welled up in his heart, and for the first time, the prefect thought of "death".

He was not reconciled, and tried to order the soldiers around him, but no one paid attention. He tried to find his officers. The officers seemed to be avoiding him as well. His own retinue left. Under the rebellion of the people, the prefect felt that he would definitely die here.

He has an official position, a meritorious name. There are good fields and beautiful houses at home, such as beautiful flowers. and innumerable gold and silver, and heaps of servants. But now he would rather get a campfire and a full meal.

Why does everyone here hate him? The prefect sat helplessly on a sand dune and thought. Maybe the people of Dunhuang City must hate him too! Hermes-Epitek hated him for being unfair and eating inside and out. The Celestial Gods (let's change it) disciples respect on the surface, but in their hearts they are full of contempt and contempt. No matter how biased he is, he is a Kafiler. Always an outsider. The pressure Han Han is not close, and the bias is not close. How could he agree to such a desperate condition to destroy a Taoist temple? This is also an unforgivable sin in my hometown!

Well, now retribution has finally come! The prefect thought bitterly. (To be continued.) )