Hangzhou City, Heqiu Lane, the whole street is deserted, only the cicadas are noisy. This annoying summer insect seems to know that its life is short, and it wants to squander all its vitality in this season of grass and trees.

The closer the deadline for the relocation was approached, the tighter the gates of the Song Mansion became. The vermilion paint on the doorposts was cracked and mottled by the scorching sun, like the shadows of trees fluttering in the street.

Zhang Yingquan, a thousand households under the jurisdiction of the Hangzhou Governor's Office, was sitting in the second floor of the teahouse across the street, looking at the gate of the Guogong Mansion through the wooden window.

Zhang Yingquan lived in thousands of households, and his subordinates were actually in charge of more than 700 people. In the past half a month, more than 700 brothers have eaten and lived in the area of Heqiu Lane, and they dare not say that they can't splash the Song Guogong Mansion into the water, but as long as there are people who can breathe in and out of this deep mansion compound, they can't escape their eyes.

After living in Jiangnan East for a long time, Zhang Yingquan naturally knew how much influence Song Gong had in Jiangnan Shilin, and this time he was ordered to squat in Heqiu Lane, which seemed to him to be walking on the edge of a knife, even if he was cautious everywhere, he would inevitably offend people.

Since the day he entered the Inspectorate and put on the green brocade robe, he has embarked on this blood-stained career and has never looked back.

Even when he was sitting, Zhang Yingquan's waist was straight, his official hat was worn meticulously, and there was no expression on his face.

He knew that in the officialdom of Hangzhou, some people privately called him "Zhang Yingdog" - if this nickname fell on someone else's head, it might make the person concerned unhappy, but Zhang Yingquan regarded it as a kind of honor.

"Your Excellency...... Does Song Gong really dare to rebel?" asked a pro-soldier in a low voice.

Zhang Yingquan glanced at the soldier coldly, looked at this fellow villager and clansman with a shocked face, and hurriedly lowered his head.

"It's not something we have to worry about. At the age of his thirties, Zhang Qianhu's voice seemed too low.

As he was talking, a soldier suddenly reminded: "Look, my lord, the Song family has come out." ”

Zhang Yingquan subconsciously picked up the half-zhang musket placed horizontally on the table and stood up.

Up and down the entire teahouse, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps, and then it quieted down again - this teahouse had recently been requisitioned by the Hangzhou Governor's Division, and no one dared to come in even if the door was open.

Sure enough, the gate of the Guogong Mansion on the other side of the street was opened, and an old steward came out, stood in the shade of the tree and waited for a while, and the side door of the carriage and horses was also opened, and there were carriages rushing out, all of which stopped at the gate.

Zhang Yingquan made a gesture of "wait and see", and stared at the movement in front of the Guogong Mansion without blinking. The soldiers on the left and right all held their breath and stared, and one by one they dragged the muskets in their hands to death.

The carriage stopped at the gate of the Guogong Mansion, and then slowly drove towards the long street under the shouting of the groom.

On the rooftops and walls on this side of the street, there are faint figures in green moving in the same direction.

Zhang Yingquan frowned, and was about to go downstairs, but saw the curtain of the last carriage suddenly opened, and the people in the car looked towards the teahouse here, it was Song Guogong.

"Today, the old man's family is going north, if the superintendent wants to send it, just show up, and there is no need to hide ......it."

As soon as he said this, the curtain of the carriage fell, and the wheels crunched regularly against the deep rut marks on the bluestone streets, and slowly moved away.

Zhang Yingquan was a little suspicious and felt that this drama ended too lightly. He pondered for a moment, waved his hand and ordered: "Zhang Heng will bring people into the house to search, and the rest will come with me." ”

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It was already unbearable in June under the mountain, but on the platform of Tianmu Mountain, it was a cool breeze.

In the distance, the city of Yuezhou was covered by ethereal clouds, looming.

Under the shade of pine and cypress trees, Tu Liangyi, who was ousted by Emperor Longxing a few months ago, was sitting opposite Huaicang, the head of Tianmu Academy.

"Senior brother recruited me, but for the sake of the Song family in Hangzhou?" Tu Liangyi is in his early fifties, still handsome, but because he joined the WTO as an official and worked hard all day long, he was already a little old.

Huaicang didn't answer directly, but sighed lightly: "The change of the month, only Yao'er is the only one in my Tianmu Academy......

Tu Liangyi was silent, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The father-daughter relationship is deep, Tu Yao entered the battle, and now that his life and death are uncertain, he is naturally sad and sad, but there are some things that he doesn't want to say and can't say.

"As soon as the Song family dies, it will be your turn to slaughter the family. "Mountain Chief Huaicang seems to be deliberately waking him up today.

"Senior brother......" Tu Liangyi looked at the flowing clouds under the mountain: "The Shentu clan, the prosperity and decline, has its own destiny, but it can't affect the academy, and the thousand-year-old foundation will be ruined." ”

"Under the nest, there are no eggs?" asked Huai Cang.

"What the saint is afraid of is nothing more than the dragon skills of the Shentu and Song families, and the endless cultivation talent for generations. Tu Liangyi smiled bitterly: "In the past two thousand years, Confucianism has also had great ups and downs, and every time there is troubled times, the Son of Heaven has to rely on Taoism. But even so, Confucianism in the world has continued to this day, and it has been inherited endlessly. ”

"If the Son of Heaven upholds the royal way, how can the world be in troubled times? If hegemony is rampant, and everyone in the Confucian sect is afraid of hardships and dislikes, and they are good to themselves; wouldn't it be that Li Er's disciple, who does not ask right from wrong, and does not distinguish between benevolence and righteousness, to take advantage of the situation and assist the domineering?" Huaicang asked again.

Tu Liangyi was slightly stunned, only feeling that Senior Brother Huaicang's words were tantamount to pointing at his nose and scolding.

He didn't want to implicate the academy because of the slaughter family, but unexpectedly, in the eyes of the senior brother, this was precisely the fear of hardships and dislike, and he was alone.

"Senior brother," Tu Liangyi frowned: "The sage has clouds, and if you have a mistake, you will admonish, and if you repeat it and don't listen, you will go to ......."

"You are successful in cultivation, but you only know one thing when you learn Confucianism, but you don't know the other. Huaicang shook his head and said: "If you have a mistake, you will admonish, which is what the first saint Mencius said. But Mencius also said that the thief is called a thief, the thief is a thief, the thief is a cripple, and the thief is a husband......"

Tu Liangyi naturally knew that the senior brother quoted the chapter of King Liang Hui in "Mencius", which means that those who corrupt benevolence and righteousness are only husbands, and the courtiers kill them, not kill the king......

"The emperor wants to abolish the province of Zhongshu and monopolize the power, so he orders Xiaoxiao to make a hindrance from it, so that there is the defeat of Yanyou and poison the people, which is called the thief's benevolence; the emperor wants to get rid of the two Confucianism and the two families, and cut off the backbone of their bloodline, so that there will be a change month by month, and the world is in an uproar, which is called the thief's righteousness...... With such a lone husband and a thief, can't the junior brother understand?"

"Senior brother......" Tu Liangyi was shocked when he heard this, but he didn't know what the purpose of the senior brother was saying this today.

Do you want to call on the Confucian sects in the world to crusade against the Great Liang in the name of Tianmu Academy? Let's not talk about whether this move can win the help of the people, just looking at the current strength of Tianmu Academy, it is not enough to command the heroes.

"Senior brother is planning to help the Song family?" Tu Liangyi wondered.

Huaicang shook his head slowly, and suddenly sighed lightly: "I haven't seen your junior brother since I went back to the academy this time, right?"

Tu Liangyi became more and more surprised, he left Bianjing half a year ago, and it has been more than four months since he returned to Tianmu Mountain, and there is no junior disciple who has never seen him.

Just as he was wondering, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him, Tu Liangyi slowly turned his head, and then looked stunned, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Prince Wen, you ......" he lost his voice and said, "Why are you ......"

"Senior brother," the man was dressed in a gorgeous costume, younger than Tu Liangyi, and smiled sadly: "I'm still alive." ”

Since Prince Wen lost to Emperor Longxing in the battle for succession, everyone in the world thought he was dead, who would have expected that he had been hiding in the Tianmu Academy where he studied when he was young.

At this moment, Tu Liangyi finally understood why Senior Brother Huaicang was telling him this today.