The wind and rain are miserable, the roosters are chirping, and the gentleman is not happy!

Xia Mu walked out of the Suzhou Hall alone, as if he had lost his soul.

I saw that the lights on both sides were on, casting the shadows of a row of houses on the spacious, bluestone paved pavement, and on the heads and shoulders of pedestrians.

And he walked like this with those shadows.

Silk old shop,

Beijing-style Xiaodong,

Painting fat Hangzhou powder famous incense official soap,

Kawahiro miscellaneous goods,

Wanyuan No. Tongshang Silver Shop.

Rows of thriving shops, dazzling, but he didn't look at it.

On the street,

Riding in a sedan chair,

Straddle donkey spoon,

Walking people,

bustling; Merchants from all over the world gathered in the official corridor, shouting and bargaining, but he didn't look at it.

Just walking, looking at such a street with a melting night, a quiet and idle world.

People live freely, linger in the tea house, and the seats are full.

Indulge in the restaurant, the voices are boiling, the sheng song is full of ears, and the smell of the wind wafts with the snorting laughter and the tempting aroma of wine and food.

That's life!

That's life.

Drunk gold fans, a luxury.

Although there are now Ida in the north and Liukou in the south, the situation of the country is chaotic day by day, and the provinces in the south of the Yangtze River have suffered disasters year after year. But in the end, the city of Beijing is at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

There is a saying: After all, it is a matter of the Holy Tomorrow, who is Jingyang Gongjing!

Those national disasters did not seem to cast a shadow on the largest metropolis of the Ming Dynasty.

It's still so radiant, smiling, and drunk......

Those official prostitutes who wear flowers and branches are still on the banquet and singing, coaxing those laughing and drinking high rollers, they will not be sad and sad, they will not feel the rise and fall of the country, and they will not be happy because of the sudden lament of a certain watch!

In their eyes, none of this hurts. Whoever changes the dynasty or becomes the master of this Beijing city, they won't care!

Therefore, later the Manchu Qing Dynasty would bend hundreds of thousands of iron horsemen, trample on the millions of heroes of the Ming Dynasty, and close the country for a hundred years, causing China to collapse and the foreign powers to humiliate at will.

Sin in the Emperor?

Sin in the bodies of these people who do not know the rise and fall of their homes and nations!

The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings ** flowers across the river!

What do you say that the people are bitter when they are prosperous and the people who are dead. Is it true that when the country was ruined, how many ordinary people stood up to resist?

There are no Han people after Yashan, which is not bad at all, there are no more Han people in the Ming Dynasty!

There is no longer the feat of the emperor jumping into the sea and martyrdom, and 100,000 people of the Han family crying blood to follow!

This kind of rotten cheesiness that died of peace and happiness can't be changed at all!

Hundreds of millions of people. Hehe, patriotism is bullshit.

Just as Xia Mu saw in later generations, the domestic toilet had to go to Dongyi Japan to buy it, and he was smiling and generous, and he was embarrassed to throw it to Japan?

If a nation does not even have this bit of national cohesion, it is just a walking corpse that lives in the muddy world.

Melancholy!

It's hard to see that 80,000 children back then, and the bloody horses flew across the battle for Jin Yuan.

After all...... Yue Fei has only one!

Thinking that the Jin Tuwu 100,000 army besieged Xiaozhongshan, the Song Emperor personally went out of the city to confess, all the people cried together, 30,000 heroes crossed the autumn water at night, life and death depended on each other to save the robes, and built the last wall of the Great Song Dynasty with flesh and blood.

After all...... There is only one Lu Xiufu!

Boyan's 50,000 naval army went south, and Wen Tianxiang's 100,000 army faced Yashan, but after all, he was a literati, even if he had patriotic blood, it was difficult for Cao Liu Ma to make contributions. If you have the strength to kill the thief in your heart, the building will be difficult to support!

It is only natural that this army will be defeated, but our national integrity will not be extinguished.

At the age of seven, the emperor dared to be martyred, and 100,000 bearded eyebrows were buried in the sea.

If you die, you will die in the land of the Great Song Dynasty, how can you live under the hooves of the Yuan Yu!

Xia Mu stood on the bustling chessboard street in a daze, looking at the lights in front of him, like throwing a few dead leaves into the huge whirlpool of life, this city that has experienced more than three hundred and seventy years, they are still as green as ever. If it is said that the unification of the Ming Dynasty will not be sooner or later, it is destined to completely collapse in front of their generation, and the infinite prosperity in front of them will be wiped out together with the willows of the city, how absurd, stupid and incredible!

Is it really that the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains and the body is old in Cangzhou?

However, this kind of lost soul never appeared in Yang Jisheng, he returned home leisurely, and warned his son Yang Yingji for the last time, and then began to fast.

Because there is only one thing left in his life, and that is to die!

It's ridiculous to say, the best thing for a person is to wait to die!

Three days, these were just three days, the last free time of his life.

Xia Mu didn't know how Yang Jisheng would live in the past three days, but thinking of Karen Keller's "If You Give Me Three Days of Light", maybe Yang Jisheng is the person she wrote about who only had three days of light.

And Yang Jisheng only did one thing in the house, which was expected by Xia Mu, that is, to carefully sort out his life.

Today's Yang Jisheng is forty-two years old, from the poverty of his childhood, to the search of youth, from the abuse of his stepmother, to the framing of Qiu Luan.

Now he is a member of the Military Selection Division of the Ministry of War, with a bright future and a great career. But now he was ready to give up everything to accomplish the great cause of certain death.

Because, death, is the only thing he can choose.

In the face of this suffocating darkness, he was powerless to resist, and could only let out that last cry. As Xia Mu said: "If you don't notice the cold star, I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!" ”

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Autumn is short, and the beauty of a good day is a good day!

The clouds in the Xia Mansion were gloomy, because after Xia Mu came back that day, he had a serious illness, and when he came back from the Suzhou Hall, he was in a mess, he didn't eat or drink, and the whole person seemed to be stupid.

Xu Xiyi persuaded Princess An Ning, Xia Mu couldn't listen to a word, but pinched the half of the "Analects" that Yang Jisheng gave him in his hand.

The dew is cold in the middle of the night, the grass falls and the flowers fail, and the color fades.

Xu Xiyi and the others were frowning in the outhouse, facing Xia Mu's situation, they didn't know what to do.

Ah Sang was also anxious, opened the curtain and walked in alone, looking at the stupid Xia Mu sitting alone in front of the bookcase, his heart hurt to death, so he had to grab Xia Mu's hand, crying like a tearful man and saying: "If the master goes, Ah Sang will not live!" ”

Xia Mu's dull eyes finally turned, and he looked at Ah San, his chapped lips were stained with a trace of blood, and said, "Ah Sang, am I very cowardly?" It must be a......"

"No, how can you be a bag!" Seeing that Xia Mu finally spoke, Ah Sang burst into tears and laughed, "If the master is a wreck, there will be no brave people in this world." ”

Xia Mu smiled self-deprecatingly, but he cried again: "I'm not as good as Yang Jisheng, not as good as him, I'm afraid of death, I can't bear to ...... you"

Ah Sang hugged Xia Mu tightly in his arms, and when he cried, Ah Sang also cried: "Ye is not a bag, everyone will be afraid of death, if it is a person, there will be nostalgia for this world, Ye is not a fairy, no matter what others say about Lao Shizi." ”

"Originally, I didn't believe that there are people in this world who are not afraid of death, those old masters often say: 'Death is lighter than a feather, heavier than Mount Tai' I just listened, followed and said, understood the surface meaning, but did not understand the true meaning of this sentence, but now, I understand!" Xia Mu's eyes revealed a firmness, which was the same firmness as Yang Jisheng, "I am convinced that this sentence is the soul of our great nation." Although tens of millions of people have gone to me! ”

It was late at night, and the north wind was blowing.

Yang Jisheng has no worries about moving forward bravely, in the study, the wife of the dregs grinds ink, the son hands the pen, Yang Jisheng wrote his grief and indignation on the spread of the paper: Yang Jisheng, the minister who is lonely and the guilty minister, please take the ten sins of Song as Your Majesty Chen Zhi......

The paper is full of absurd words, who speaks bitter tears.

This crime seems absurd and heinous, but it is the real crime committed by Yan Song. Yang Jisheng used his own life and his own blood to write Yan Song's unspeakable crimes.

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Zhuang is hungry for the meat of traitors, and laughs and thirsts for the blood of ministers.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, the sky is not clear, and the north wind rises, blowing a river water.

Thirteen-year-old Yang Yingqing sent his father out with tears, but he knelt at his father's feet and said with tears: "Now my father has become righteous, and my son is here to send off my father, I only hope that my father will be victorious, kill the ministers, and ask for his life for the country!" The unfilial son should be warm tea and boil wine, and wait for his father at home. ”

With tears in his eyes, Yang Jisheng hugged his son in his arms, and said stiffly: "My son should remember the will of his father, ask for his life for the country to kill traitors, read sage books, and do sage deeds." Don't lose the backbone of the literati, I can be poor, but my ambition is not poor! ”

"Son, remember my father's admonition!" Thirteen-year-old Yang Yingqing slammed her head on the ground, tears in her eyes fell down her slightly immature face, fell to the ground, and shattered into tears.

Yang Jisheng is satisfied, he has a son like this, he has a wife like this, what more can a husband ask for! He stood up, looked at his wife Zhang again, and was speechless. is in response to Liu Yong's poem: Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked.

"I'll go!" Yang Jisheng was ready, still the official robe that had been mended and mended, and with the sparse writing of the night before in his hand, he went to the Dengwen drum platform in front of the Huangji Gate.

Exactly: In this life, he is a guest who forgets his home, and the wind and rain are on the wheel to punish the ministers!

Half a time later, Ouchi Nishien.

This morning, Emperor Jiajing dined in Xinuan Pavilion, and Huang Jin served on the side.

Just as I was eating breakfast, I suddenly heard a thunderous drum outside, and the agitation was urgent!

Suddenly, in an instant, the Forbidden City, which had always been solemn and quiet, became tense upside down.

Huang Jin was filling porridge for the emperor, and he was frightened when he heard the sound of drums, and the cup fell to pieces, and the porridge water was spilled on the ground. Huang Jin hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said "The slave should die".

Emperor Jiajing didn't blame, but frowned, looked at the sound of a drum outside, and scolded: "Go and see, who dares to beat the drum outside my palace!" ”

After a while, Feng Bao hurriedly ran over and knelt down to say: "Qi Qi Sheng, it's Yang Jisheng...... Yang Jisheng he ...... He rang the drum outside the Imperial Gate. ”

As he spoke, the loud drum beat was still coming from a slow formation, and Emperor Jiajing stood up in shock!

This Dengwen drum stand is outside the Huangji Gate, and the drum surface is eight feet round, which is larger than the grinding plate. Generally, the foreign ministers handed over the excerpts, and they were sent to the middle officials who received the documents to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Imperial Gate every hour through the Department of General Affairs, and then to the cabinet.

But the ancestors set a rule, but if there is an upright and daring minister, if you want to impeach the book, you don't need to go to the celebrant to hand over the fold, personally carry the handbook, and go to the Huangji Gate to ring the drum.

"Yang Jisheng? What the hell is this bone going to do? "Emperor Jiajing was very annoyed, and he was disturbed by people in the morning!

"This, this little one doesn't know." Feng Bao was hesitant, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart, even Ning Yuanbo's bombardment of Beijing City a while ago didn't make such a big move.