Chapter 756: Bo Talent
In the ring, Lu Mingyun, who was about to step down, suddenly saw Lin Yiqing and a gray-clothed man in the crowd looking at him, and he couldn't help but feel vigilant.
His father had already told him that Lin Yiqing would be his strongest competitor, because he paid special attention to this person, as long as he referred to the competition, he would come to see every competition of Lin Yiqing, but he didn't expect that Lin Yiqing would come to see his competition, obviously, Lin Yiqing had already set his sights on him.
At this time, Lu Mingyun couldn't help but worry about his future.
He knew that he would definitely participate in the palace test, maybe he would fight Lin Yiqing, after the observation of the past few days, he had already come up with a way to restrain Lin Yiqing's giant axe "fly swatting method", but he was not sure that he could defeat him.
And now, there is one more Feiyan Tahun.
Lu Mingyun knew that with his own sword, he might be sure to restrain Lin Yiqing's giant axe, but if he wanted to fight against Feiyang Tahun's six-edged iron rod, the chances of winning were slim.
And today, Fei Yang Tahun deliberately did not fight with himself with weapons, and drew with himself in a fist fight, on the surface, he took advantage, but in fact, he was not able to peek into his stick technique, and if he fought with him during the palace test, he might suffer a big loss.
The current Lu Mingyun, somehow, actually has a feeling of exhaustion.
He is a person with unknown bloodline, but he bears the burden of hope of the Lu family, and things in the world are so absurd......
Lu Mingyun didn't go to see Lin Yiqing again, he felt tired, he just wanted to go to Xiaoying quickly now, let her see that she was a little embarrassed now, feel sorry for him, and comfort him.
Lin Yiqing noticed this figure that seemed a little lonely. He nodded knowingly.
The cold wind blew the white flags all over the city, the pedestrians on the streets tied white veils on their left arms, and on the most prosperous Quyuan Street in the city, the restaurants and brothels that had always been lively also stopped the sound of silk and bamboo in the past, and only the lamentations and sorrows came from afar.
Three months ago, at the age of 75, Mrs. Yeonsheng died. According to the practice of the Kong clan for more than 700 years, the whole clan should observe filial piety for three months to show their mourning for the deceased elder.
Today is the day of her coffin's burial.
A pair of carriages and horses slowly used in the north of the city, starting from the honor guard at the front, all the people wore white filial piety robes, and slowly walked along the inner and outer royal roads to the Yufei Gate in the south of the city.
After the twelve leading ceremonial guards, there were twenty-four carriages tied with white silk, and on each carriage stood four priests wrapped in filial piety robes, while they spilled a flurry of paper money. The eulogy was read in a high-pitched voice. The road was lined with Kong clansmen, and the people of the city were separated farther away by the soldiers of the patrol battalion in charge of law and order, and they were all silent.
A procession of mourning musicians walked by, followed by a huge coffin carried by sixteen people, painted dark red cedar coffin and decorated with a rose pattern made of brass, slowly walking behind Kong Lingyi, the prince of Yan. Kong Lingyi was wearing an official uniform and a white linen coat, despite the cold weather. He didn't wear a hat, but tied a white belt around his forehead.
Thus did the team of the Darrysh march. No one spoke, except for those who recited the eulogy repeatedly.
The leader of the patrol battalion, Alkhatu, stood in the crowd of onlookers in civilian clothes, looking around on tiptoe like everyone around him, except that he did not see the convoy, but the people around him.
"Rebels and thieves!"
In the midst of a mourning, I suddenly don't know who shouted. There was a brief silence. Then sporadic voices followed, and more and more people joined in the shouting, which soon turned into a raging wave. The crowd stirred and rushed to storm the human wall formed by the patrol battalion. The funeral procession is still moving slowly, but the solemnity it was at the beginning is no longer there.
The city of Beijing has been the national capital for hundreds of years. The people in the city are also proud of being at the feet of the Son of Heaven, since the Confucian clan of Yanshenggong entered Beijing four years ago, this kind of dissatisfaction has been growing in secret, because the Confucian clan relies on power and is tyrannical in the locality, many scholars in Beijing are criticizing this kind of thing that they seem to be intolerable, and even more people inscribe poems on the streets of the city every once in a while to express the anger in their hearts.
Emperor Daqian Shengzu once issued a decree that this dynasty must not kill scholars because of their speech. Relying on this ancestral teaching, the scholars in Beijing City have always been happy to comment on the political affairs of the imperial court, and in their opinion, even the emperor in the Taihe Palace can say it, let alone a mere Yan Shenggong.
Kong Lingyi also instructed Shuntianfu to arrest a group of scholars who criticized him in public at first, but later found that these people could not be beaten or killed, so they had to be beaten and released after being locked up for a few days. But since then, the scholars in Beijing have also learned to be obedient, and control the non-agenda degree within a range that Kong Lingyi can tolerate, and maintain a balance.
But at this moment, the seeds planted many years ago finally took root and sprouted, and the crowd also stirred in the gradually increasing sound, and the surging crowd repeatedly hit the human wall formed by the patrol battalion, and countless words mixed with foul language poured out from the crowd, and Kong Lingyi, who was sitting on the horse, couldn't help frowning.
The funeral procession is still moving slowly in this wave of noise, but the solemnity of the original is gone.
It's just that the Kong family has always been tough, and the people dare to be angry but dare not speak out on weekdays, but no one thought that the public grievances that have accumulated for many years would erupt on such an occasion.
Alhatu walked back and forth with the flow of people, as if he couldn't help himself, but his eyes were always watching his surroundings, and he didn't let up for a moment. The crowd's reaction was not spontaneous, but rather instigated, and it intensified. He couldn't help but retract his hand into his sleeve and grasp the hidden iron ruler.
He slowly approached the loudest men, and the only thing he could do at such times was to find and contain the instigators, and the sooner the better.
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