When Ma Lan woke up again, it was the morning of the second day.

Finally woke up, and did not suffer the same bad luck as Li Heng.

The general is the heaven of the west of the city, and after he woke up, the generals and soldiers in the room breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

In fact, he had woken up a few hours ago, but he felt that his body was pressed by a 10,000-pound boulder, and everything around him could be heard clearly, but he couldn't even move his eyelids.

In the end, he vomited a mouthful of blood in a hurry, startling everyone in the room, and then regained control of his body and slowly opened his eyes.

After getting up, I saw that my legs were wrapped like rice dumplings, but I didn't feel any pain. Standing up and walking two steps, it didn't have a big impact, it seemed to be some flesh wounds.

Of course, the injury was actually quite serious, but it didn't hurt the bones, this body was not as strong as a human, and the shrapnel had been removed, and the leg injury was almost healed overnight. The internal organs were concussed and injured, but since they woke up, it was nothing.

Without explaining anything to the generals, Ma Ling strode towards the main hall, walking at an extremely fast pace, and did not see any problems. The generals were more relieved, and the leaders of the pro-soldiers quickly followed.

The main hall was still a mess, mottled with blood all over the floor, but there was not half a figure in sight. Ma Ling walked in with a frown, and grabbed the table from the ground by the wall without saying a word. The four legs of the table are gone, and the hardwood table top is pitted, if it hadn't been for the last block with the table yesterday, the wood used for the table itself is strong enough. He was a dead man by now.

It looks like the fire and thunder on Duan Junzi's body. It's not just what he sees. It is estimated that there is still something behind, otherwise it would not have such a great lethality.

In fact, in this kind of confined space, the most powerful thing is not the fire thunder, but the kind of gunpowder bag used on the heavenly thunder arrow, as long as there is one thing, this house will be blown up, and he will definitely be shocked to death.

He survived by luck, but Duan Junzi died.

He originally wanted to save the next gentleman. However, Duan Junzi cut the fire thunder lead extremely short, and he didn't have a chance at all.

In fact, it was a fluke to be able to survive, the power of the Desert Eagle was extremely amazing, if Duan Junzi didn't put the Desert Eagle on the table, he would have no chance to escape at all.

Whether it was the appearance of the Desert Eagle or the fire thunder that was deliberately cut short, it was out of his control. Last night's situation was completely out of control, he didn't think that Duan Junzi would die here at all, and he wasn't ready for this.

Picking up the Desert Eagle from the ground, Ma Ling looked at the few fragments of tissue in the room. His expression was extremely solemn. The few military doctors who followed him didn't say a word, and silently picked up the pieces. Collected together.

These are the last traces of Junzi Duan left in this world.

Ma Ling frowned, and his voice was slightly dry: "Put it away...... Three days later, I will be buried. ”

"General, what the hell was yesterday—"

Before Gu Yuanqin finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ma Lan: "Go out, go and do your own business, I want to be quiet......"

Everyone looked at each other, and they all retreated silently.

Ma Ling stared at the blood stains all over the ground, and after a long silence, he sighed heavily.

……

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds."

"The lower ones are the river mountains, and the upper ones are the sun stars."

"Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom."

"The imperial road should be Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court."

"When the poor festival is seen, one by one!"

The autumn sun shines through the window lattice and shines on the snow-white Chengxintang paper. Not far away, in a lacquer box, there were all the fragments of Duan Xiushi.

It's rare to have such a quiet time, and time seems to freeze at this moment. The lake pen is held in the hand, the pen is drawn by the dragon and snake silver hook iron, and the lines of handwriting jump on the paper, like a sword halberd.

People die eventually, but some people die differently.

Ma Lan glanced at the exquisite lacquer box and let out a long breath.

"In Qi Tai Shi Jian, in Jin Dong Fox Pen!"

"In Qin Zhang Liangzhi, in the Han Su Wu Festival!"

"For General Yan's head, for Ji's blood!"

"For Zhang Suiyang's teeth, for Yan Changshan's tongue!"

"Or for the Liaodong hat, clean up the ice and snow!"

"Or for the teacher's table, the ghosts and gods cry strongly!"

"Or to cross the river, swallow Hu Karma generously!"

"Or to hit the thief, the reverse vertical head is broken!"

A song of Wen Shaobao's "Song of Righteousness" was written here, Ma Xuan paused and looked at the words condensed on the rice paper, with an extremely depressed expression.

He came to this world and single-handedly changed the historical trajectory of the Tang Empire, but history has its inertia, and the fate of some people cannot deviate too far from the original history after all.

The Anshi Rebellion did not break out, it turned out that Zhang Xun, who had been guarding Suiyang in history, was now the largest minister of the Tang Empire, and he was dedicated to this empire, but he had to vomit blood several times a day.

According to Li Siye's news, Yan Gaoqing was ambushed in an ambush when intercepting a group of Khitans who fled from Liaodong to Fanyang, and died in battle. Even though history has changed, his ending is still heroic enough.

And Duan Xiushi, who originally refused to go along with the rebels in the Jingyuan Mutiny, broke the head of the traitor leader Zhu Zhu with a wat board, and was finally killed by the rebels, but now he also died here in this fierce way.

Only this time, he was not facing the Jingyuan soldiers and horses composed of the rebellious Anxi Xing battalion, but his own Anxi protector. This time, it was not Zhu Jun who he wanted to kill, but himself.

In this time and space, the three people who were originally written into "Song of Righteousness" by Wen Shaobao of later generations have all died heroically.

The inertia of history is really extremely powerful.

Of course, in this era, it is not only they who are worth remembering, but also some others.

For example, the plain Taishou Yan Zhenqing and the Jingsai military envoy Gao Wenyuan died before killing the thief. And, of course, Dr. Feng.

The night of the ban in the Shuaifu. Feng Changqing is already dead.

I learned the news of the ban of the Shuaifu. Feng Changqing understood that Duan Xiushi had already launched, so he fulfilled his promise and ended his life.

There were many Anthy agents lurking near him, all ready to stop him, but they didn't succeed. Because Feng Changqing also had a desert eagle, he used the desert eagle to blast his head. Anthy's agents were right in front of them, but they didn't have time to stop them.

That's a man with a gun, too.

Feng Er's coffin is parked in the backyard, and it can be clearly seen through the window lattice.

It's been a few days since the assassination. Time seemed to fall silent.

What I thought would not happen, what I thought would be able to be stopped, just happened right in front of my eyes.

Ma Lan retracted his gaze, his expression was extremely calm, and the lake pen quickly swayed on the paper again.

"It is majestic, awe-inspiring and eternal!"

"When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are sufficient!"

"The earth is based on it, and the heavenly pillar is respected!"

"The three outlines are really life, and morality is the root!"

“…………”

"Looking at this, look up at the clouds."

"Yoyo, my heart is sad. The sky is extreme. ”

“……”

"The wind eaves show books to read, and the ancient road shines in color."

A "Song of Righteousness" was finally written. Ma Ling stopped his pen and sat silently in front of the window, watching the ink slowly dry in the daylight.

After all, they are all people with perseverance.

Doctor Feng and Junzi Duan are all people who have all the people in mind.

The difference between each other is nothing more than the attitude towards the royal family.

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it's all a kind of persistence. People who can persist like this are always worthy of respect.

On the basis of the original history, the two died tragically, Feng Changqing and Gao Xianzhi were killed in the army together, and the soldiers all shouted "in vain!" Duan Junzi smashed the head of the rebellious leader who claimed the emperor with a wat board, and after he was finally killed, the traitor leader Zhu Jun also shed tears for it and ordered a thick burial.

And now the history of the Tang Dynasty has changed, and the death of the two is still so heroic.

"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds."

"The lower ones are the river mountains, and the upper ones are the sun stars."

"Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom."

"The imperial road should be Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court."

"When the poor season is seen, one by one, the Danqing ......"

His eyes swept over the gradually drying handwriting on the rice paper, and Ma Luan said in his heart, like Doctor Feng and Duan Junzi, he was a person with a heroic spirit. The poor season is now, and one by one...... Such a person should be written into the annals of history and be famous through the ages.

The ink was completely dry, and Ma Lan lifted the Chengxintang paper and gently covered it on top of the lacquer box. Then he held the lacquer box containing Duan Xiushi's remains and slowly walked into the late autumn sun.

In the courtyard, on the edge of the coffin of Feng Changqing, there is also a coffin that is opened. Ma Lan put the lacquer box into the coffin, and then gently closed the lid of the coffin.

More than a dozen pro-soldiers walked in quickly, their expressions were extremely solemn, silently lifted the coffin, and walked out quickly. Ma Luan looked gloomy, watching the soldiers disappear in sight, and then slowly walked out.

……

to the end of August of the first year of Germany.

Jiaohe County Hou Feng Changqing and Rencheng County Hou Duan Xiushi became ill from hard work and died in the army. The general Ma Lan was extremely sad, and buried the two at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains outside Tingzhou City, and set up an ancestral hall to commemorate the two.

The ancestral hall is called the "Double Holy Temple", and in the future it will be dedicated to the statues of the two gods, but at this time it is only in the tense construction of the foundation, behind the ancestral hall, there are two large tombs not far from each other.

The scale of the Double Holy Shrine is not small, and it will naturally take some time to complete, but a huge monument in front of the ancestral hall has already been erected. The large characters engraved on the monument are silver hooks and iron strokes, and at a glance you can see that it is the handwriting of the general.

"Kong said to be benevolent, Meng said to take righteousness, but its righteousness is exhausted, so benevolence is the best."

"What do you learn when you read the books of the sages? Now and then, you are almost worthy of it! ”

After the lively funeral, the double shrine at the foot of the mountain became extremely lonely, and dozens of big characters were reflected in the late autumn sun, ready to crack the stone. (To be continued......)