On the second day of the collapse of the northeast corner of the girder, a group of Wei people gathered here in a place in the east of the city that had been flooded by turbid water and could not get off their feet at all.

After three months of siege by water, although the food in the city was still enough to eat, there was no tragedy of Yizi eating, but because of the lack of a dry open space, they had to hang the kettle for cooking, and because of the lack of firewood, how to eat the grain in their mouths became the most difficult problem.

First the wooden furniture in the house was burned, then the expensive lacquerware, and finally the ornate silk. These things are used to cook rice, but they are not worth a penny of firewood, and when the silk and linen are also burned, it will be the turn of the high crown and wide sleeves to suffer.

This is still the way of the rich family, and the poor family is even more miserable, and can only survive by chewing raw rice.

Therefore, this group of former elegant and noble scholars were all in tattered clothes, with no trace of the crown and belt, and the hem was also truncated, like the mud legs they hated, standing barefoot in the muddy water, but they only spoke and behaved with etiquette.

Their small talk didn't last long, and as something was removed from the courtyard, everyone rushed over to help. Although they were all doctors and scribes who were not engaged in production, they now rolled up their sleeves one by one, carried an unpainted coffin, and then waded through the streets with no shins, and walked towards the high platform in the distance, which was much higher than the ground......

That high platform is called "Fan Tai", it is the palace built by King Wei Hui, it is very high, there are flowers and trees on it, birds and flowers are fragrant, pavilions and pavilions, beautiful. Back then, King Wei Hui brought two of his favorite beauties, Baitai and Lu Xu, to Fantai for fun and enjoyment.

Today, it is like an island in the sea, and it has become one of the few places in the east of the city where you can set your feet, and during the siege, the king of Wei allowed the nobles and doctors in the east of the city to take refuge with their families.

The nobles and doctors of Wei flocked to it, but only one person did not leave, and the ninety-year-old Tang Ju stuck to his home, vowing to work hard with the people of Wei, live and die together, and resolutely did not go to Fantai.

When his children and grandchildren persuaded him, Tang Ju reprimanded:

"When I was thirty-one years old, the Yan army entered Qi, killed King Min of Qi, and even went down more than 70 cities in Qi, only Ju and Jimo remained. Shi Tian is alone in Jimo, the body is inserted, the food and clothing are shared with the soldiers, and the wives and concubines are arranged between the ranks! This is the feat of recovering the country after being trapped for three years and fighting hard! ”

"Now that Daliang is besieged and in danger, as a doctor, how can he abandon the people and take refuge in Gaotai by himself? We must work together, and the doctor and the people are one, so that we can unite as a city! ”

Having said that, Tang Ju was able to persuade his children, grandchildren, and disciples to stay, but he could not persuade the King of Wei and the nobles to run to the high platform of the palace, close the gate, and continue to feast and drink sheng songs, drunk all day long, so as to anesthetize himself, and pretend not to know the fate of the Wei State to be destroyed at any time.

The move of the Wei nobles made the Wei people more and more chilled, and their morale was lower day by day.

Now, the wall of the girder has finally collapsed, and Tang Ju, who is the last spiritual pillar of the guards in the city, was also surprised by the moment of the city collapse, regret and unwillingness, and swallowed his last breath......

In this coffin, which was carried by many people, Tang Ju's body was contained.

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A few days ago, there were many private guards of the ministers and nobles here, not allowing the people to go up, but now, the palace gate is empty.

After the city was broken, the king of Wei immediately announced that the whole city had laid down its arms and chose to surrender. Tomorrow, the nobles of the Gongqing will follow the king of Wei out of the city to surrender and leave the drowning city.

Tang Ju's children and grandchildren planned to bury the old man's body here, because this is one of the few places where there is still a touch of loess.

However, a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old stood at the gate of Fantai Palace, stretched out his hand, and stopped everyone.

"Great-grandfather can't be buried in Fantai!" He said loudly.

Tang Li is one of Tang Ju's many great-grandchildren, he has been by Tang Ju's side since he was a child, and some time ago, he was taking care of Tang Ju's daily life.

When Tang Ju entered the coffin, everyone couldn't find Tang Li, probably crying somewhere, but who expected him to run here to stop the coffin.

"Tang Li!" Tang Li's father, that is, Tang Ju's grandson, angrily reprimanded him: "You, a descendant of the unscrupulous, dare to stop the coffin? Get out of the way yet! ”

Tang Li knelt down in the water, bowed his head and said, "My great-grandfather kept saying when he was dying that Uncle Boyi didn't eat Zhou Su, and he didn't want to be buried in Qindi!" ”

Someone said: "In Daliang City, where did you come to Qindi?" ”

The young man pointed to Fan Tai behind him and said: "Now the king of Wei has brought hundreds of officials of the clan and wants to go out of the city to surrender to Qin, after today, Wei will die, and after tomorrow, this will be the Qin realm!" Great-grandfather fought with Qin all his life, under the Yellow Spring, how could he rest in peace? ”

"Moreover, Fan Tai was built by King Wei Hui, who was addicted to wine and delayed state affairs, and his great-grandfather never liked it, let alone buried him here!"

"And where do you say it should be buried?" Tang Li's father carried the heavy coffin, with tears in his eyes, and said sadly: "This is a hundred miles away, where is there still a size Wei Tu!?" ”

The others sighed as well.

"The society is dead, not to mention the land!"

"There is water everywhere in the city, and there is chaos, and I can't wait to send it outside the city, do you have to wait for the Qin people to humiliate the body of the master."

"Death is great, and it always has to be buried in the ground."

"I ......" Tang Li didn't have a good way for a while, so he had to watch everyone carry Tang Ju's coffin and climb onto the platform.

As a junior, his words were useless, and in the end he could only wipe his tears and keep up, and together with everyone, he buried the coffin in a corner of Fantai and started a simple funeral.

The conditions in the city are simple, there is no plain silk and black cloth, but there is no shortage of elegiac songs, and there is an endless stream of people beating their chests and crying.

They were not only mourning for Tang Ju, but also mourning for the imminent demise of Wei Sheji.

"More than 400 years ago, Dr. Bi Wan of Jin was sealed in Wei for the Wei family. There is a prophecy of the diviner, after Bi Wan will be great, ten thousand, full number; Wei, the daimyo also. The Son of Heaven is called Zhaomin, and the princes are called Wanmin. The great life of this day is great, and it will be full of ......."

"Sure enough, two hundred years later, the grandson of the Wei family, called Wei Huanzi, together with Han Kangzi and Zhao Xiangzi, destroyed Zhibo and divided his land."

"In another fifty years, the grandson of Huan Zi said Wei Wenhou, on the order of the Son of Heaven, handsome Han Wei Vaqi, entered the Great Wall, fought on the hill, beheaded 30,000, got 2,000 cars, and captured the Marquis of Qi returned to Chengzhou, so he was listed as a prince, and the Wei State was Shixing!"

"At the time of Wenhou, Wei had Li Kui and Zhai Huang as ministers, promulgated the law and scriptures, Ximen Leopard ruled in Ye, and the Hedong and Hanoi families gave people enough, and the government was harmonious. And there are Zixia, Tian Zifang, and Duan Ganmu lecturing in Xihe, and all the sons of humanity gathered in Wei. And with Le Yang and Wu Qi as generals, Xingwu pawn, breaking Qi in the east, forcing Qin in the west, swallowing Zhongshan in the north, and defeating Qiang Chu in the south. At that time, the Wei State deserved to be the overlord of the world! ”

"As for King Hui, he still continued to dominate for three generations, there was a meeting of Fengze, the twelve princes of Sishang bowed their heads and called their ministers, and Qin and Qi also went to Wei. It's a pity that King Hui is dim and unknown, and in his later years, he was defeated by Qi in the east, and his eldest son died; More than 700 miles of Qindi in the west, tens of thousands of teachers ......"

"By the time King Xiang arrived, the Wei State had lost its hegemony, sandwiched between the three powerhouses of Qin, Chu and Qi, and was becoming more and more humble."

"The Duke of Tang was born in the year when Mencius met King Wei Xiang." A doctor who was close to the Tang family sighed.

"Tang Gong lived for ninety years in his life, and when he saw the day of the Wei State, although he assisted the Prince of Xinling to prosper for a while, the Wei State still could not escape the fortune of the country."

"Fortunately, Duke Tang doesn't have to be like us to see the scene of King Wei's surrender!"

More and more people gathered, most of them were lying in front of Tang Ju's tomb crying about the pain of losing the country, seeing that everyone was becoming more and more sad and sad, Tang Li couldn't listen to it anymore, he silently left Fan Tai after heading towards his great-grandfather's grave.

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The four gates of the beam have been opened, but the Qin people have not yet entered, the city has been blistered for too long, and the epidemic is epidemic, and the Qin people will not take this risk.

They wanted the king of Wei to take everyone in the city to surrender, and then the Wei royal family would be sent to Guanzhong as trophies, and the Wei people in Daliang City would be placed separately.

As a person who lost his country, Tang Li didn't know where he should go, he was soaked in water for more than two months, and the demoralized Liang Wei people no longer had the heart to resist, he could only drip water, walked home in a daze, and pushed open the door of the study......

In order to let the family eat a hot meal, all the dry things at home were burned as firewood, even the slips that Tang Ju had collected for many years were not spared. But only in the corner of the bookshelf, a pile of old bamboo rolls wrapped in Ge cloth, Tang Ju said that he was not allowed to burn anything.

Tang Li walked over and opened them.

Among them, there are "Short and Long", "Zhang Zi", and "Su Zi", all of which are the deeds of the Zongheng family, which record Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Su Dai and others lobbied the princes, and the speech and behavior of the vertical and horizontal eyes, which is a compulsory entry course for every young person who wants to learn to balance the short and long.

Tang Li once had such a dream, since he was ten years old, he turned these books as stories, admired Zhang Yi and Su Qin's feat of single-handedly prying the balance of the princes, figuring out its sentences, deliberately imitating and copying!

He hopes that one day, he can also practice such skills, inherit his great-grandfather's career, lobby the princes, initiate a joint investigation, and turn the Wei State into a safe one!

It's a pity that before he could finish learning his great-grandfather's skills, Tang Ju had passed away, and Wei was going to die......

Tang Li closed the slips and took out a few bamboo rolls that had been hidden in his arms and had not been taken out at the funeral, which he had originally wanted to burn for his great-grandfather.

This is "Tang Zi", which was quietly written by Tang Li before the start of the war, and he wanted to record his great-grandfather's deeds of fulfilling his mission through his own pen, so that his great-grandfather could be remembered by future generations like Zhang Yi and Su Qin......

But he had barely finished writing when Daliang fell into siege.

Unfolded this half volume of "Tang Zi" on the case, but saw that three stories had been written on it: "Qin Wei and the Country", "Tang Ju Says Xin Lingjun" and "Tang and Sees Chun Shenjun", all of which are real events in which Tang Ju skillfully used vertical and horizontal words to lobby King Qin Zhao and Chun Shenjun, as well as persuade Xin Lingjun.

It stands to reason that Tang Ju is dead, Wei is dead, and the story of "Tang Zi" is about to come to an abrupt end.

But is that really the end there?

Large tears fell on the bamboo slips, moistening the bamboo slips that had already withered and yellowed.

"I'm not reconciled!" Tang Li gritted his teeth, thinking of his great-grandfather who regretted his death, and thinking that the Wei State he had worked hard all his life and tried to save was now gone, Tang Li's heart was bleeding......

He was a little reluctant to accept this fact, and he really wanted to do something to make himself less uncomfortable.

Driven by this unwillingness, Tang Li found a pen, polished the ink with the turbid water below, rolled up his sleeves, and began to write a new, but fictional story on the bamboo slips......

"The king of Qin made people call Anling Jun and said: The widow wants to use the land of 500 miles to Yi'an Ling, and the king of Anling allows the widow to ......"

He began the story in Anling, a feudal territory of Wei that Tang Ju had taken him to visit a few years ago. At the beginning of this war, An Lingjun resisted the Qin army, but his small army was quickly swept away, and An Lingjun had no choice but to surrender.

Tang Li reshaped An Lingjun and turned him into a virtuous prince that the Wei people had longed for......

Then, in Tang Li's pen, the dead great-grandfather Tang Ju was resurrected.

"Tang Ju said to him: An Lingjun was guarded by the first king, although he didn't dare to change it for thousands of miles, how could it be five hundred miles?"

Tang Li had tears in his eyes, as if he really saw his great-grandfather still sitting in front of him, telling him about the technique of short and long. He let his grandfather, when King Qin was tempted, say what he used to say to Tang Li in the past.

The land of the ancestors, dare not abandon it!

This is in stark contrast to the successive Wei kings who did not cherish the land of their ancestors and gave it to Qin.

Writing this, he was stuck, but after biting the pen and thinking about it, and then flipping through some passages in "Zhang Zi" and "Su Zi", Tang Li's eyes lit up, the pen in his hand became faster and faster, and a thrilling conflict appeared on the bamboo slips.

King Qin is domineering, he wants to take any piece of land in the world, since he can't come to the soft one, he wants to come to the hard one!

He arrogantly called himself the Son of Heaven, and also said that the anger of the Son of Heaven was "millions of corpses and thousands of miles of blood", trying to intimidate Tang Ju!

However, the ninety-year-old Tang Ju was accustomed to seeing the world, where would he be afraid of him, he asked rhetorically: "The king is angry when he smells the cloth?" ”

Under Tang Li's pen, Qin Wangzheng, who had a villain nouveau riche face, waved his hand disdainfully and said: "The anger of the cloth clothes is also free from the crown and the nail, grabbing the ground and ears with his head......"

The real climax arrived, Tang Li bit his nails while writing Tang Ju's answer: "The anger of this mediocre man is also ...... the anger of non-scholars."

What, then, is the wrath of a soldier?

The images of those chivalrous assassins who were not afraid of rape in history appeared in front of Tang Li's eyes.

The assassination of the king, the comet strikes the moon; Nie Zhengzhi's assassination Han puppet also, white rainbow through the sun; If you want to leave the thorn Qingji, the eagle hits the palace!

In Tang Li's view, the times need such a lonely hero, when the army and national strength could not compete with Qin, with his own strength, he killed the insatiable King of Qin and took out his tiger and wolf heart!

The first Jing Ke fell, but there will definitely be a second, a third Jing Ke!

Writing this, Tang Li was completely intoxicated, and for the plot he wanted, he didn't care about the facts and logic, so he directly let Tang Ju stand up with his sword!

"If the warrior will be angry, the corpse of the two people, bleeding five steps, the world is vegetarian, today is also!"

What the? Can't you bring a sword when you meet King Qin? It doesn't matter, Tang Ju's "sword" is not hidden, nor is it manipulated, let alone taken from others, but the sword of people's hearts that sympathizes with the weak, and a sword of justice that falls from the sky!

"Great!"

He laughed, as if he really saw that although his great-grandfather was gray-haired, he exuded the heroic spirit of a man in cloth, which frightened the king of Qin, and knelt down to apologize......

Tang Li, the man who died in the country, relied on his pen on this bamboo slip to win a victory for the Wei people that could not be obtained in reality.

"Hahahaha, happy, happy! King Qin, who has the heart of a tiger and wolf, will also be forced to be so embarrassed by his great-grandfather! ”

But his laughter grew quieter and louder, and finally turned into a howling cry.

Tang Li didn't know that this was all fake?

The land of the ancestors has long been cut out piece by piece by King Wei. His great-grandfather had never seen Qin Wangzheng in his life. An Lingjun had already surrendered, and there was no man in cloth who drew his sword to force the king......

It's all made up by him!

Faced with the departure of his great-grandfather, in the face of the pain of losing his country, in the face of this messy Daliang City, and in the face of this cruel and biting reality, Tang Li could only comfort himself with exaggerated stories and flamboyant brushwork.

"What's the use?"

He snapped his pen, slapped the table, and shouted with all his might:

"The Liang capital has collapsed, and the King of Wei will take the whole city to surrender to the Qin army tomorrow!"

"Two hundred years ago, Wei Guosheji is dead! Dead! ”

After returning to reality, Tang Li began to look for knives and candles everywhere, wanting to destroy what he had just written.

But when he pressed the knife on the first ink character, he hesitated, and after a difficult trade-off, he finally threw the knife, put away the bamboo scroll, and put it together with the other three articles of "Tang Zi".

That's it, whether it's true or not, Wei is dead, Tang Ju is also gone, what does it matter if it's true or not, just keep it.

Perhaps, let it circulate can balance the hearts of many people who have lost their country and those who are about to die.

Perhaps, it can inspire more people as it inspires itself today, telling them that even if the country is destroyed, the society collapses, and the homeland is barren, don't forget the heart of the soldier who is not afraid of violence!

Tang Li squeezed the bamboo roll tightly and swore: "As long as this heart does not die, I believe that one day, the Wei people will finally be able to restore the country and recover the Great Liang, and when the time comes, there will be no more Qin Tu on that Fan Tai, and my great-grandfather will be able to look at it!" ”

So, let's give this story a name.

Tang Li had already thought about it.

"Tang Ju, live up to your mission!"

……

is different from Tang Li's hearty story, the winner is the winner after all, the loser is the loser after all, the king is the loser, and the reality will not change because of a strategist article or a diary.

On the third day of the collapse of Daliang City, outside Daliang City, a bell and drum sounded in unison, and the Qin people's army was neatly arranged here, and their general Wang Ben was majestically riding a horse cart in front.

Standing in the pile of soldiers and watching the lively Heifu keep standing on tiptoe, he finally saw that in the open girder west gate, the last king of Wei was bound with flesh and face, leading the sheep on the left and the grass on the right, kneeling forward in the water one foot deep, kneeling all the way to the city gate and surrendering to the Qin army......