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The assassination outside Suzaku's gate happened without warning. The five black-clothed masked masters, who had been lurking in the rain for a long time, slashed out at the same time and attacked Prime Minister Gongsun Hong and Captain Si Li, who were walking at the rear.

Although the final army was also injured, he did not worry about his life. He was also a chivalrous man when he was a teenager, proficient in fencing, and agile. Because of this, when the danger came, the deadliest blow was dodged. And the most important point is that Lu Jun, who was sent by Yuan Zhao to follow him all this time, reacted in time, drew his sword out of its sheath and repelled the incoming enemy.

Ever since the turmoil in Chang'an City began, Yuan Zhao had considered the issue of security. This is certainly not for himself, but for several of his important allies in the court. Like Zhongjun, Sima Xiangru, Dongfang Shuo and others, the entourage around them was secretly protected by the people he sent.

Yuan Zhao also euphemistically expressed this meaning to Gongsun Hong. It's just that he rejected it with a smile.

"The old man is so old, what dangerous thing has not been encountered? Since he is so determined, he has already put life and death out of the way, and he has no need to worry about trivial matters! Yuanhou should use his capable manpower to protect those juniors! ”

The heroic words were still in his ears, and Yuan Zhao remembered that the old man with pale hair had a very calm expression at that time, as if he had already predicted his end in advance.

The Yulin Army, guarding the Suzaku Gate, had gone after the unidentified black-clothed killers. Gongsun Hong, who had several knife wounds on his body, was carried under the eaves of the palace wall by his colleagues and attendants, and in the chaos, the panic in the hearts of many people was difficult to hide, and their faces were ugly.

After all, Zhongjun's injury was not serious, Dongfang Shuo also knew some medical skills, and after giving him a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, he glanced at Sima Xiangru, and the other party nodded at him, saying that he would take care of it. Dongfang Shuo, who had a heavy face, separated the crowd and walked to the seriously injured Gongsun Hong, seeing that blood was constantly gushing out of the corners of his mouth, and the people around him couldn't wipe it, so he hurriedly squatted down and put his wrist on it, and was shocked to find that his breath was disordered, and his pulse was extremely weak, which was obviously difficult to treat.

Dongfang Shuo is also a person with profound bachelors, and as a junior, he still has great respect for several famous academic Confucians in China. And this includes Gongsun Hong. It's just that they have always been in the same hall as each other, and Gongsun Hong chose the attitude of Mingzhe to protect himself, but he didn't have much intersection.

Seeing him like this today, I remembered the hard work of this prime minister in the recent past, and it was obvious that it was precisely because of this that he incurred the disaster of killing. Dongfang Shuo felt sorry in his heart, and was about to reach out for him to sweep away a few strands of blood-stained white hair from his face, but suddenly saw Gongsun Hong, who was dying, open his eyes, and a trace of brilliance flashed from them.

"You, you're coming...... Yuanhou, finally ...... I still see the last ....... ”

A white shirt wet by the rain appeared in the corner of his eye, Dongfang Shuo's heart was shocked, he quickly stood up, turned back to face the young marquis with a solemn face, and was about to say something, but saw the other party gently shake his head at him, and then squatted down and held the old hands.

"Prime Minister...... I'm late! Drag you into this big quagmire, Yuan Zhaozhi is also wrong! ”

Yuan Zhao, who came all the way with the crown prince Liu Ju, felt very guilty at the moment. Gongsun Hong has no hope of being cured, and he will definitely die today. This was the judgment he had already made at the first sight. Although this is the last thing he wants to see, things in the world are like this, the wind and clouds are changing, and the good and evil are unpredictable!

Beyond the cornices, heavy rain fell all over the sky and seemed endless. The old man, who looked up at the depths of the sky with his back to the sky, seemed to have figured out a lot of things in this last moment. The pain on his body was unbearable, but his face was plain and easy-going.

"Yuanhou, do you know that the old man has had a dream since he was young...... I have studied hard all my life, but I am just going to have a real opportunity one day...... What to do for the common people in the world...... That's all. ”

Gongsun Hong struggled to speak, and he stared at Yuan Zhao's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to express what he really thought in his heart. Everyone has a great ambition in their hearts, and Gongsun Hong is no exception. Even the world couldn't understand what he was doing, and he hoped that the young man in front of him would understand.

"The prime minister doesn't need to say much, Yuan Zhao understands! Since ancient times, countless virtuous people have done it, and it can be summed up very simply. Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, carry forward the unique learning of the saints, and open the peace of eternity...... But that's it! The prime minister is one of the role models. ”

The thunder swept over the Weiyang Palace, and everyone's hearts were shocked. I see, I will never forget the rest of my life when I am taught today!

The light in Prime Minister Sun Hong's eyes was a little terrifying, and he tried his last strength to hold Yuan Zhao's hand tightly, and the smile on his face gradually stretched. never thought that this young boy would be his bosom friend!

Yuanhou said...... Gongsun has no regrets! It's just a pity...... You can't see with your own eyes how much this great country can reach in your hands...... Remember...... In the future, a glass of turbid wine will be sacrificed in front of the grave, and don't forget to tell each other ......! ”

The words gradually deepened, the color in his eyes gradually dissipated, and Sun Hong, the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, passed away with a smile.

Yuan Zhao bowed his head for a moment, burying the thousands of sorrows in his heart deeply. The real test has finally arrived, and he has a premonition that Gongsun Hong's death will open a series of sharpest collisions, success or failure, and the overall situation of the world, which will be fully understood when this autumn is about to end!

All the people around looked nervously and fearfully at the silent Yuan Zhao. Some of his hair was scattered and half of his face was obscured, and it was impossible to see what his expression was. But everyone could feel the sadness that came out of his heart.

"Brother Yuan, ...... prime minister?"

The crown prince Liu Ju separated a large number of protective guards, and looked at Gongsun Hong, who had closed his eyes, with some disbelief, and the dignified prime minister was assassinated outside the palace gate, which was the first time in the history of the Han Dynasty.

Yuan Zhao finally stood up. The low words showed a great sense of unrest in his heart.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, Prime Minister Gongsun Hong spared himself to sweep away the evil for the imperial court, so that he was victimized by the traitors. The minister suggested that the court historian should record his deeds in detail and mourn after his death! ”

The prince nodded heavily. He could understand Yuan Zhao's mood at the moment. Brother Yuan has always been a person who values love and righteousness, Gongsun Hong willingly charged for him with his old body, and truly realized the belief of "martyr twilight and strong heart" with an old and strong mind, which is certainly worthy of praise and publicity.

The assassination outside the Suzaku Gate is an extremely important event in the history books of the Han Dynasty. Later generations often see this as the beginning of a new phase. Yuan Zhao, the glorious name of the ages, that is, from this moment on, he truly took over the burden of leading the Han Empire, and from then on he was duty-bound and worthy of his name!

Of course, all the people present now, as well as the people of Chang'an who fell into a huge shock after hearing the news, few people would have thought about what kind of thrilling there would be behind this.

According to common sense, the assassination of Prime Minister Sun Hong and Captain Si Li's final army, the main messengers behind the scenes are, of course, the remnants of those who were executed some time ago. This kind of judgment is also the idea that most people should have at the first impression.

For this reason, many people immediately thought that a new round of purge would definitely be carried out inside and outside the government and the opposition. Those forces connected by vine veins will definitely be unlucky this time. Under the iron fist of the young marquis, Chang'an was agitated and bleeding again, which was already predictable.

However, unexpectedly, until the heavy rain stopped for three days and three nights, there was no major movement in Chang'an City. It seems that the assassination of the two important ministers of the court has been covered by the heavy rain silently, which is uncertain.

Countless people looked at each other with suspicion and anxiety, patrolling between Weiyang Palace and the Hou Mansion, speculating about what Yuan Zhao, who had seen Gongsun Hong's death with his own eyes that day, was doing at the moment. However, since that day, no one has seen him again, let alone found out what he did.

The words that Yuan Zhao said at the gate of Suzaku spread in a very short time. Dong Zhongshu, who was responsible for the selection of talents needed by the imperial court, sighed for a long time after hearing this. At the same time I was sad about the news of the unfortunate death of my old friend Gongsun Hong, I was very relieved that he could get such a high evaluation.

The Grand Sacrificial Wine of Chang'an Academy kept these words firmly in his heart, and then brought them back to the cradle of the empire. Since then, this spirit has been the guiding goal of all young scholars who have studied here. The light is the first, the flame is continuous, passed down from generation to generation, and it will ...... forever!

And in a place that is not well known, Yuan Zhao has not been idle these days. After the rain, yellow leaves piled up all over the ground, like withered life, adding endless gloom. He threw a transcript that he had carefully read on the case, stood in front of the window with his hands in his hands, looked at the falling leaves outside, and was silent for a long time.

Behind him, there were a line of people who were his closest friends. Several powerful disciples had already rushed to Chang'an, and in such an extraordinary period, he needed to rely on their strength.

Led by Cui Hong, Li Ling, Lu Jun, Zhuo Yu, Ji Jia, Guan Xi and others were all gearing up, waiting for the master's order with a look of excitement on their faces. They have followed Yuan Zhao for many years, and each of them has a mastery in their bodies, and now they have finally waited for the place where the master can be useful, and they can't wait.

And the white-clothed Xuandao standing beside Yuan Zhao is none other than the Korean Park Yongyeol. Outside the Suzaku Gate that day, after he got the news, he chased them out as soon as possible, and together with Lu Jun, captured the two people in the masked killer, and in accordance with Yuan Zhao's secret order, brought them back secretly.

The initial interrogation was a bit difficult. Those two unidentified men were not only highly skilled, but also hard-boned, and couldn't ask a useful word. However, when the gloomy-faced Koreans came over, it all came to an end.

No matter how hard a person's bones are, can they be harder than the Xuandao? When Park Yongyeol began to cut their ribs one by one with a knife without changing his face, any questions he wanted to know were known.

"Master, what should I do next?"

The bloodthirsty Xuandao has been silent for a long time, and it needs to be refined!