It's night, lights, white yarn, evening pavilion. The cold anvil is intermittent, and the curtain seeps into the wind.

The entire Xia Mansion was in chaos. The woman's cry and the servant's exclamation were incessant, startling away several waves of cold night crows perched on the branches of the old locust branches.

Xiao Xia Mu knelt beside him with his head bowed in the room, only to see that the uncle Xia Yan at the desk had a pale face, and his grandfather Xia Kecheng and his father Xia Chaoqing were also kneeling beside him with sad expressions.

Xia Mu only felt that his legs were numb, and he felt that he couldn't just sit still, and when he saw that his father and they all had no backbone, he didn't know what to do, so he looked at the uncle Xia Yan at the head of the case, and opened his mouth: "Uncle, should we escape?" ”

"Shut up!" Father Xia Chaoqing shouted fiercely and reprimanded, "The big thing in the house, why should you speak as a child!" ”

Xiao Xia Mu pursed his lips, thinking that you can't help it, and you can't sit still. But looking at his father Tie Qing's face, he still obediently closed his mouth.

Xia Kecheng lowered his head, rubbed his hands anxiously again and again, and looked at his uncle Xia Yan standing in front of him from time to time, wanting to speak and stopping, his temperament was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Suddenly, his forehead was already drenched in sweat, and he shouted anxiously: "Uncle has prepared early, Jinyiwei will definitely come in less than a moment, why don't we beg Your Majesty, then Yan Song and his father are fellow villagers, and they may not miss the ...... of fellow villagers."

Before he finished speaking, he heard Xia Yan flick his sleeves and get angry, and he shot the case: "Confused! You've read all the poems and books to dogs! ”

"Uncle——!

Xia Yan coldly interrupted his nephew's words, stretched out his hand and pointed to the painting of the landscape on the wall, and said angrily: "Look at this painting!" ”

Xiao Xia Mu was puzzled, followed the gaze of his fathers, looked up, and saw a large painting about six feet high and three inches wide hanging on the wall. On one side of the painting is a large piece of landscape, the gesture is vertical and horizontal, the weather is majestic, the river is mighty and vast and flows eastward, there are countless peaks and peaks on both sides, the clouds are pervasive, teach people to see, the chest is suddenly angry, and the depression and depression are swept away, and the right side is Jiuding, from the deeds of Chu Zi to win the Ding.

Xia Kecheng recognized this painting, which was the Danqing given to his uncle by the former first assistant Zhang Xi Zhishi when he returned to his hometown.

"Regret not being at the beginning!" Looking at this painting, a bitterness rose in Xia Yan's mouth, "Don't say you are confused!" I'm confused too! When Zhang Xi sent this painting, he implied that I would have today's calamity! It's just that I shouldn't have ignored Zhang Xi's dissuasion, and thought that Yan Song was my fellow villager, so I promoted him to be the secretary of the ministry, but I didn't expect that it was to lure the wolf into the house, and only now when the disaster is added, I suddenly woke up, but it was too late! ”

Xiao Xia Mu was puzzled, the unfamiliar memories in his mind were churning, thinking of this, his whole body was excited, and his head was lowered. Xia Yan's eyes were indifferent, he looked at the Jiuding on the painting, and said bitterly: "The left side of this painting is the Zhou Dynasty, and the right side is Chu Zi asking Jiuding Accident. The king made the king and grandson full of labor. Chu Zi is only a prince of Chu State, and the importance of his victory is that he has bad intentions and wants to replace the king of Zhou. ”

Nephew Xia Chaoqing came to his senses and was shocked at the moment: "Could it be that Yan Song came to ask for an official at that time, and seemed to be low-voiced, but in fact, hatred had been planted in his heart and he wanted to replace his uncle?" That...... That Lord Zhang must have seen through Yan Song's misdeeds, so he used Chu Zi to win the accident as a metaphor for his uncle! ”

"How can the father and son of the Yan family want to replace me! They want to replace Ming Zhu! As soon as Xia Yan spoke, he stopped talking, walked to the window, and looked out of the window. Seeing that the night was dark, it seemed to be snowing again, and I couldn't help but sigh, "It's just that Yan Song is so unkind!" Su Gang, a hero of the country, was framed by him here! The governor of Shaanxi Province planned to expel the invading Northern Yuan tribe from the Hetao to the north, so as to eliminate the border troubles, thanks to the Ming Dynasty, but he was unjustly killed by Yan Song, God! Have you opened your eyes! ”

Xia Yan was furious, and wrote a book:

'Your Majesty is above, and the criminal minister Xia Yan complained with tears and blood: Yan Song, this person, his words and deeds, are not humble to the corporal, such as Wang Mang; Treacherous and scheming power, the dictatorship of father and son, such as Sima Yi, stealing power from the king. The ministers of the capital were encircled by him, but they only knew that Yan Song did not know His Majesty. The local ministers were restrained by him, and only knew that Yan Song did not know His Majesty. The minister's life is in the hands of Yan Song, today, the minister only fights and dies, hoping to use my life in exchange for His Majesty's awakening! ’

Before he put down the pen, there was a sudden noise outside the study, Xia Yan was in danger, looked at his nephew, nephew, and finally stared at his great-great-nephew Xiao Xia Mu.

Xia Chaoqing's father and son also looked back at Xiao Xia Mu.

Xiao Xia Mu saw that they were all looking at him, and his heart was stunned, and he was resigned, and his scalp was numb. What the hell! How strange it feels to be looked at by three big men!

Xia Yan touched Xiao Xia Mu's head lovingly, but it was old tears, and he choked up: "In the light, my Xia family has suffered a great disaster, but you are not yet weak, you can escape this difficulty, this book is the evidence of the twelve major crimes of Yan Song's dictatorship and corruption, today the uncle will definitely die, you have to keep this book well, in order to wait for him to plot!" Revive the glory of my summer mansion! In addition, there is also a marriage letter here, I will promote Xu Jie, this person will be of great use in the future, and it will be a great help to bring down Yan Song. When you are weak, you can take this marriage letter to Xu Mansion to propose. ”

Xiao Xia Mu took the book bigger than his face, and only felt a sense of responsibility in his heart, and he felt a great sense of responsibility. I saw that his milky voice was very strict and promised: "Uncle rest assured, Xia Mu will revive the glory of my Xia family and redress the grievances of my uncle!" ”

"Haha, good, good, good!" Xia Yan choked up and laughed with tears, "The number of characters is still looking at the future life!" Yan Weizhong, my Xia family has a future like this, twenty years later, we will be under the loess, and then see who will have the last laugh! ”

Xiao Xia Mu felt uncomfortable for the first time in his time, he had only been in this home for three days, but he had taught him something that he could not learn in his life.

Wrens nest in the forest, but only one branch. The mole drinks from the river, but it is full.

The three watches of dawn, the snow on the cold night, the dream is broken, the end of the world is cold, the galaxy is sparse, and a goose flies.

In the dark night, the torches were suddenly raised, and the gate of the Xia Mansion was pushed open, only to see that the person who came in was slightly fat, with a black beard under his forehead, surnamed Wang Changxi, the word Lizhou, a native of Yuyao, Zhejiang, and a thousand households in Jinyiwei. The first person on the left has a dark face, surnamed Sun Mingwu, the word Tingfeng, a person from Queensland, Jiangsu, and a deputy thousand households of Jinyi Wei.

Behind the two of them, dozens of people entered, all wearing flying fish suits, holding embroidered spring knives, and sparkling carriages and horses, instantly surrounding Xia Mansion.

Xia Yan was in danger, standing alone under the study, standing tall, facing dozens of brocade guards, his face did not change. I saw that the firelight reflected his tense cheeks, and it was solemn.

Suddenly, a few wisps of cold snow fell down, and the wind and frost swept again.

"Lord Xia, I didn't expect you to have today!" Wang Changxi stood in the snow, looked at Xia Yan coldly, and after a while, he stepped forward with his hand and said in a deep voice, "Lord Xia, I have been thinking of you for 20 years, and you are also a first-class clear stream, so I won't be shackled today, please do it yourself!" ”

"Thank you Wang Qianhu, Xia Mou was an official all his life, arrogant, uninhibited, mistaken for a traitorous minister as a friend, and should have known that there was today's disaster. It's just that now Yan Song is abusing power, captivating the south and the north, and bringing disaster to the country and the people, this is the regret of the old man's life, and because of this, the criminal minister Xia Yan deserves to die! ”

Xiao Xia Mu was held by the old nurse and hid in the firewood room, watching his uncle, grandfather, and father being taken away by Jinyiwei.

In December, Yu Maojian, the secretary of the Criminal Department, Tu Qiao, the imperial historian of Zuodu, and other Qingliu once again invoked the ministers, saying that they could reduce the sentence of the officials when they were sentenced, and asked Sejong to reduce the death sentences of Xia Yan and Zeng Miao, but Sejong did not listen, severely criticized Yu Maojian and others, withheld their salaries, and killed several Qingliu people with a cane.

In the same month of the same year, Xia Yan was escorted to the market, and Yan Song personally supervised the beheading.

On the Wumen Avenue, the team of brocade guards held embroidered spring knives in their hands, escorted the prisoner car, braved the wind and cold, and slowly moved forward.

In the prison car was the white-haired Xia Yan, and in the back three prison cars were his wife Su Shi, nephew Xia Kecheng, and nephew Xia Chaoqing, and dozens of Qingliu people escorted to the execution ground together.

Xiao Xia Mu was alone, dressed in linen and filial piety, following behind the prisoner car, stumbling and walking, but he was extremely solemn, not crying or making trouble, not like a five-year-old child, I saw him stretch his throat and shouted sadly: "Loyal ministers are suffering, and the country is in ruins!" ”

Under the frost and fog, tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians waved for thousands of miles. For the first time, Tongzhou Avenue was blocked by the crowd of black oppression and white filial piety that covered the sky.

In an instant, the boundless sea of people slowly flowed under the dome, and I saw the spirit sending team, against the tough cold wind, rolling the poplars and playing mournful music. Inexplicably, inexplicably, the entire Tongzhou fell into a huge and boundless nightmare...... The turbulent world was silent, a generation of powerful heroes left one after another, and the entire Tongzhou lost its grass and warbler flying, except for the cold and bleak cold wind, it was the wailing of the women and young sons of the Xia Mansion.

"Uncle, grandfather, you are good to go, the Xia family is endless. Guangzhong will definitely redress the grievances of his uncle and grandfather, and revive the glory of the door" Xiao Xia Mu walked in the front with heavy steps, and behind him was a group of crying women in the Xia Mansion, only such a man and child, but in the residual wind, he slowly raised a long flag, white cloth and black characters, and supported the backbone of the Xia family's boys.

In the prisoner car, Xia Yan's white hair fluttered, looking at the young body of his great-grandson in the cold wind, the old tears were horizontal, and his heart was sour: "My Xia family has a queen!" ”

Grandfather Xia Kecheng also smiled with tears in his eyes, and laughed: "In the light, you remember my Xia family's ancestral training!" ”

Saying that, the three of Xia Yan's uncles shouted loudly in unison:

"Set your heart for heaven and earth!"

"Make a life for the people!"

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn!"

"Open a peaceful ...... for all generations"

In the remnant wind, there was the desolate laughter of the three generations of uncles and nephews of the Xia Mansion.

Xiao Xia Mu nodded and remembered, and his immature voice that had not faded shouted loudly in the cold wind: "Unfilial grandchildren remember, set up a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations." ”

On the Xingtai.

Xia Yan knelt down, looked at the northern Gyeonggi, picked up the wine lord sent by Xiao Xia Mu in front of him, Huo Ran got up: "Yan Weizhong, the old man respects you with a glass, you should know that there are gods above three feet, people are watching the sky, and you will end up one day, a hundred times worse than the old man!" As he spoke, he took the wine to his mouth, took a big sip, and drank it all.

After drinking, Xia Yan laughed again, looked at Xiao Xia Mu, and raised his head to look at the blue sky, tears snatched the double frame, but he tried not to shed it. The executioners on both sides stood in the forest, holding the ghost-headed knife in their arms, and the dark light was shining. The past is like smoke, and Xia Yan's heart can't stop churning. Suddenly, Xia Yan smiled bitterly, and muttered in his mouth: "I want to recover the Hetao, I really want to be loyal to the emperor, why did I fall into such a fate!" God, you are so unfair! ”

It's a pity that there are no tears in the sky, and the emperor has no heart to care for his ministers. Xia Yan was full of grievances, and his head fell to the ground. Just as Xia Yan was dying, there were suddenly clouds in the sky, and the blizzard was like a note.

"Uncle ——!"

"Uncle——!

"Yan Song, you can't die well——!"

"Yan Weizhong, I will dig up the ancestral grave of your Yan family for eight generations!"

Suddenly, the blizzard suddenly covered Xia Yan's eyes, and his majestic figure suddenly collapsed under the torture table amid Yan Song's hearty laughter.

Xia Yan was beheaded on the street at the age of sixty-seven. His wife Su was exiled to Guangxi, his nephew Xia Kecheng died suddenly on the way, his nephew, Xia Chaoqing, who was Shangbao Cheng at the time, was cut to the people and exiled to the north, and his youngest son Xia Mu was exiled to the southeast alone. After that, Yan Song secretly discussed with Cui Yuan and Lu Bing, and beheaded Zeng Mo on the charge of colluding with the emperor's guards, and Su Gang was sent to remote areas to fill the army.

The traitors are sweeping the river and inviting trouble, and a generation of famous ministers look south to Gyeonggi and want to cry without tears.

At this point, Yan Song began an era of autocracy that lasted for more than ten years, and the scholars dared not speak out, all of them held their breath, the unscrupulous ran through his door, and the bribe-givers were endless. Yan Song harmed others for selfishness, and vigorously excluded dissent. Within three years, the southeast's military preparedness was slackened, and financial constraints began. The Japanese invaded the southeast coast, the Mongol and Tatar nobles invaded Gyeonggi on a large scale, the peasant uprisings were frequent, and the social crisis deepened day by day.