On October 15, in Beijing, Zhang Jing and his party had nine heads on the ground, and Zhang Jing and Li Tianzhong and eight loyal generals died unjustly, but the other was righteous and awe-inspiring, vowing to use his blood donation to inspire the courage of the world.

He shouldn't have died today, but someone quietly added his name to Zhang Jingyi's argument for the crime, and this person knew that Sejong had never done things hastily, and finally used this method to fulfill this person.

Yan's party is powerful, and the impeachment of Zhang Jing is overwhelming, saying that whoever dies will die, but there is no way to deal with this person, and finally uses such absurd means to bury this person by the hand of Sejong.

After the torture, the eight corpses of Zhang Jing, Li Tianzhong and others were all collected by their relatives, and only the corpse of that person was separated and mutilated.

Looking at this corpse again, it has already been scarred and skinny, and even the wild dogs don't know where to start when they see it.

Pedestrians dare not speak angrily, so they can only peep away with hatred and let their corpses be on the streets.

The bigger the matter, the longer the trial, Zhang Jing's case was tried for nearly half a year before he was beheaded, but this person, who was tried for three years, suffered all the hardships of the past and the present in prison, and almost did not have a piece of whole meat on his body, but he was not "asked" by the strict party to find out the slightest crime, so he could only be piggybacked on by Zhang Jing's case.

Yang Jisheng, impeached Yan Song to death, and was the only one who stood up when the world's scholars were concentrating on shrinking their heads. His death announced the demise of justice and spirit under the sun, and the rest of justice could only be secretly hidden.

This corpse, everyone avoided walking, only a young man in a brocade robe, carrying the shroud in his own hands, accompanied by a woman, led the family to carry the coffin.

The young man walked forward with tears in his eyes, saw the corpse of justice with his own eyes, couldn't hold back, and cried loudly.

"Yang Gong! Yuanmei must practice what he says! ”

The young man knelt on the ground and pieced the head together with his own hands and covered it with a white cloth.

Young people don't know what to say, only catharsis.

He looked up to the sky and wailed—

"Ah!!!h

"Ah!!!h

"Ah!!!h

After three sounds, the young man wiped away his tears and got up, and said to the woman beside him who was also crying, "Sister-in-law, mourn." ”

The woman only choked up and nodded, unable to speak.

The young man immediately raised his eyes and looked around: "I should pass Yang Gong and protect the future affairs of the Yang family, and whoever is difficult to be the widow of Yang Gong in the future will be against me!" ”

No one dared to speak, and all the hearts of all worshiped the righteous courage of the youth.

Carrying the body into the coffin, Yang Jisheng's soul was at peace.

Justice may not be dead yet.

Passers-by looked at the funeral crew and asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?" Why didn't you come forward earlier? ”

"Otherwise, no matter how powerful Wang Shizhen and his father are, they can't save Yang Jisheng, and the immortals will be killed when they come." Another person sighed, "Daring to collect his body is already benevolent and righteous." ”

"If you want me to see it, it's too much, and this Wang Shizhen will be finished."

"It's just a matter of collecting corpses, it's human nature. Besides, his father has a deeper foundation than Zhang Jing. ”

"Zhang Jing? Isn't it a head on the ground? ”

“……”

As the funeral team went away, several people secretly went back to their homes to report.

The death of these nine people may have chilled the hearts of the world, shocked the souls of the world, and burned the blood of the world.

……

On the same day, in Hangzhou Bay, Yang Changfan was ordered to send an envoy to Dongying to train the Japanese. Although he had no interest in these bitter and bitter political struggles, he was also stirred into this troubled water.

Seeing his family on the shore getting farther and farther away, the first cry of Yang Bigui in this world in his ears was getting closer and louder.

Life cannot choose what era, what kind of place, what kind of family you come into.

Life can choose courage and resistance, or be called a hero, or be called a madman.

Life can also choose to be submissive and shrewd, or to be mediocre, or to be mature.

The value of life is measured by its results.

Life will eventually pass away, which is called history, and the history left behind will make more life in the era.

In front of Yang Changfan, there is a history of stagnation and survival, he firmly believes in the greatness of his own nation, and also sees the dirtiness of his own nation.

These feelings are not just feelings for him, because Yang Bigui came to this world a few days ago, came to this era, and came to this place.

Yang Bigui, your father, has no blood of great men, no wisdom of great men, no courage of great men, no cold-blooded of great men, and no talent of great men.

But for you, he will do his best to become a great man and create an era.

Just for you, so that you can live in a better era.

In that era, Qi Jiguang didn't have to be in the same stream, he could be famous through the ages.

In that era, Hu Zongxian did not have to lose his reputation to defend his family and the country.

In that era, Xu Wenchang didn't have to be desperate to show his ambitions.

In that era, people like Zhang Jing would not succumb to death, and people like Zhao Wenhua had nowhere to survive.

Shen Minrui floated with a soft groan: "Parents are here, don't travel far, there must be a way to swim." ”

Yang Changfan smiled back: "Now, it's not just parents. ”

"But I don't even have my parents anymore."

"You can still have children."

"Hehe......"

"It's hard to describe, this feeling." Yang Changfan looked at it from afar, he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see the little Yang Bigui in Qiao'er's arms, but he could feel it, "In short, I just want to make everything better." ”

"But after all, it's just an idea, it can't be realized, it will only cause more trouble."

"Why are you so pessimistic forever?" Yang Changfan turned around and looked at the other side of the boat.

"yes, let's get this over soon." Shen Minrui followed him and looked, "Floating around, this time I crossed the ocean." ”

"Rest assured, you are safe. If I die, you will be sent to Wang Zhi. ”

"No need, I'm tired of it." Shen Minrui sighed indifferently, "Okay, let's go together for the last part of the road." ”

As she spoke, she quietly hugged Yang Changfan.

This time, Yang Changfan did not refuse.

A long voyage is not necessarily smooth.

A month after Yang Changfan's departure, Mao Haifeng was released from prison.

Hu Zongxian personally saw him off, and returned the two boats held by Lihai, which were loaded with Huizhou native products, which was the common hometown of Hu Zongxian and Wang Zhi.

In addition, there are several family letters, and Hu Zongxian tried every means to bring Wang Zhi's imprisoned family members to Hangzhou to be comfortably placed under house arrest, and the family heirloom was safe.

These two ships are full of sincerity for Wang Zhi's friendship and deep malice towards someone.

Another month later, the bad news came, Yang Changfan failed to train the widow, died at the hands of Xu Hai's accomplices, Chen Dong and Ma Ye knife, Shen Minrui's life and death are unknown. A rotting human head was sent to the governor's palace, making clear the will of the original Xu Hai and his gang not to return.

The whole province of Zhejiang is in great sorrow, the Japanese are not trained to die, and the people of Hangzhou shouted to kill Xu Hai in prison, Hu Zongxian was unmoved.

On the third day of the funeral of the Yang Mansion in Hangzhou, Hu Zongxian and Xu Wenchang came to mourn in person, but they were kicked out by the Yang family.

Mrs. Yang's wife, Lin Qiaoer, fainted for several days without eating, and was finally rescued by her family, just because her beloved son was young and could not be martyred.

The Yang family's funeral was done and moved back to Lihai. (To be continued.) )