Ming, Jiajing twenty-seven years.

It's night, the shallow grass is faintly red, and the waning moon hangs on the dredging tree.

Su Gang, the secretary of the ministry, recalled hundreds of Qingliu ministers from other places overnight, gathered outside the Zuoshun Gate, prostrate on the ground, and loudly wailed the names of Emperor Hongwu and Emperor Yongle of Ming Taizu, and asked Emperor Jiajing to use Xia Yan and Zeng Mill to resist the Mongol Tartars in the north and remove the Yan family father and son, and kill the traitorous Tao Zhongwen.

Late at night, it was getting cold, it was snowing lightly, and the palace was nowhere to be seen.

The sky was hazy, the scarlet snow of Qing Lingling covered the front of the Qianqing Palace, hundreds of courtiers shivered in the cold wind, but the palace door was closed, behind the light-colored curtain, the figure of Emperor Sejong Xiuxuan was long and oblique under the illumination of the lamplight, and the shadow was sufficient.

"Master Su, please go back, Your Majesty's Sacred Heart is arbitrary, and Xia Shoufu is also fate." Huang Jin, the eunuch of the celebrant and the pen, spat out a cold breath, tightened his clothes, and persuaded softly.

When Su Gang heard this, two lines of tears suddenly flowed on his clear face. He hates! At present, the Mongolian Tatars invaded the northern frontier, the Japanese invaded the southeast, and wantonly slaughtered the people of our Ming Dynasty.

Suddenly, Su Gang recalled the honor and disgrace of his life, and was full of emotion, he couldn't help but stand up violently, looked back at the hundred Qingliu ministers behind him, and his anger rose in his heart, and he shouted loudly: "Listed as a minister, the country has been raising soldiers for one hundred and fifty years, and the war is dying and righteousness, and it is today!" ”

"If you don't get rid of the adulterous way, I'd rather die!" After Su Gang shouted these words, his throat was a little hoarse.

And his fanatical actions were immediately reciprocated, and hundreds of high-ranking officials from various ministries fell to the ground and howled loudly. For a time, the sound of the Qianqing Palace was deafening, and the ministers generously went to death and recommended the emperor to death.

"We can't see His Majesty listen to the words of the traitor today, and kill the humerus strong minister! Ranked, the head is the blue sky, but the body is the official clothes of the Ming Dynasty, I am waiting for the battle to die, just today! ”

"I can't be sorry for this official uniform!"

"Ask Your Majesty to take back your order, kill Tao Zhongwen, and remove the Yan family's father and son!"

In the Qianqing Palace, the old emperor in his fifties, with white hair like frost and wearing gossip clothes, was reciting Taoist scriptures by the scorching copper stove, begging to induce Daode Tianzun to let him transcend reincarnation and become an immortal. However, his voice made him more and more impatient, and he just whispered: "Since the ministers are fighting to the death, I will be allowed." ”

A fluttering sentence made hundreds of ministers outside the Qianqing Palace silent for a moment, and everyone's face remained stiff and incredulous.

"How tearless is the sky, how lightless is the sun and moon!"

Su Gang's wrinkled face twitched, dead ashes, and his forehead, which was like a walnut, slammed against the cold bluestone bricks in the cold wind, only to feel vomiting blood in his throat and angina. From time to time, two lines of hot tears, mixed with red blood, spread in the heavy snow.

"Minister...... Minister...... Thank you, Lord Long. May Your Majesty ascend soon! ”

As soon as the words came out, Su Gang's heart was completely dead. Daming ...... There is no way to live anymore!

Then Jinyiwei began to arrest the officials who cried the loudest, as many as 100 people, and threw them into Jinyiwei's edict together. The next day, nearly 100 more people were arrested, all of them with rods, and 16 were killed on the spot. The head of the household department, the head of the Zhan Mansion, shouted that the general would not be humiliated, drew his sword and cut himself in court, and dozens of people immediately took off their official uniforms, scratched their heads, and abandoned the official to return home to farm.

And Su Gang, who shouted "One hundred and fifty years of national soldiers, fighting and dying righteously, is today" was also put in prison and degraded to a wild land.

Tongzhou, the north wind is like a knife, and the snow is frosty.

It was just the month of La, and there was a rare wind and cold snow.

It's night, summer house.

The last dead leaf of the old locust tree in the courtyard was blown down by the cold wind, and the eyes were full of desolation, and the leafless branches only showed a dark outline of an indistinguishable shape against the background of the dark night.

In the distance, under the eaves of the heavy eaves ten zhang away, stood an old man who was over sixty years old, with white hair and a peach hairpin, sighing at the moon sky.

The old man was the deposed head of the dynasty, Xia Yan.

Xia Yan stared at the cold winter twilight snow, withered vines and old trees at this moment, and couldn't help but sigh, his eyes were red. In the early days of the tenth month, Yan Song tossed in a book and framed him. Although he tried his best to defend himself, Emperor Sejong had already been blindfolded by Yan Song's false accusations, and his anger could not be extinguished, so he immediately stripped him of all his official titles and let him serve in the name of Shangshu.

Thinking that he Xia Yan has been assisting the government for 20 years, he is a very popular minister, and he does not dare to be a little presumptuous, and always takes the people's livelihood as a livelihood, and vows to support the society and appease the common people, but Yan Song is a villain, colludes with the powerful minister Lu Bing, and secretly frames Zhongliang Qingliu, and Emperor Sejong is bent on cultivating the Xuan, ignoring the national society...... Could it be that the Ming Dynasty is really about to collapse, is it time?

When I thought of this, Xia Yan couldn't help but sigh, thinking that China's mountains and rivers are majestic, and those who see it have not been one, but so precarious, the south and the north are captives, and the people who have brought disaster to the country and the people have not seen it for a hundred years since Yashan.

Thinking about it, Xia Yan is already in tears......

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The past has been hurt several times in the world, and Yamagata is still cold.

Late at night, the snow is getting heavier and heavier.

In the room, the small red clay stove was burning every night, and a five-year-old child, his eyes glazed over, looked at the snow in the court, watched the snowflakes melt quietly under his gaze, and watched the deep and shallow footprints in the snow extend to the place where the line of sight could not reach before retracting.

He woke up three days ago, but he couldn't believe that he had a car accident, but he had traveled through a hundred years, and he really changed from Xia Yan's great-grandson in the play to a figure in history.

Life is like life!

In the distance, the branches are ** Xiaohan. It's just that the ** in this court has not withered yet, but the cold of the branches is deeper. The night is a rare string of a blood moon, but it attracts the roosting branches of jackdaws.

Xiao Xia Mu only felt uneasy in his heart, for a few days he kept thinking about history in his mind, and he was shocked into a cold sweat, now is the time for his titular uncle to Shi Tongzhou, if it is not as expected by history, the Xia family will be in a catastrophe!

Now that he has become a member of the Xia family, he can't sit still!

He hurriedly stumbled small steps and ran towards the room of his nominal father, Xia Yan's nephew Xia Chaoqing, and was so shocked all the way that the maid was unclear, thinking that Young Master Sun was playful again and caused a big disaster.

The door of my father's room was open, and the yellow evening light was fainting in the lampshade, and I saw that the young father was pillowing a three-legged table of rosewood, and a piece of snow-white rice paper was spread on it.

Xia Mu looked at his father in his memory, a little familiar but very unfamiliar, standing on the threshold at this moment, and shouted in a milky voice: "Father...... Father, the big thing is not good, let's flee quickly, Yan Song's father and son will soon send someone to kill us! ”

Xia Chaoqing listened to his son's milky words, and the thick ink on the tip of the pen dripped on the rice paper with a "click", and an ink flower bloomed on it. His thoughts were interrupted by his son's words, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment, staring at the gradually fading ink, and came to his senses. Putting down the pen, I looked up at my son, who was a few years old, and saw that his expression was not joking, but it was also very awkward.

A doll of a few years old actually said that the Xia family had a big disaster, which made him feel funny, but his son's words had to make him frightened. Uncle has been killed by Yan Song in the name of Shangshu, and his father and he have both cut officials to the people, to say that the Yan family's father and son cut the grass and eradicate the roots, it is also in line with his character of a traitorous minister.

Thinking about it, he put the pen and paper aside, and smiled at Xiao Xia Mu: "Hugh is talking nonsense in the light, if my uncle knows, I will spank you again." ”

Xia Mu saw that his young father didn't believe his words at all, and his heart was anxious, seeing that it was already midnight, Jinyiwei's horse was fast, and it would not be long before he arrived in Tongzhou, and today was in the middle of the moon, if he remembered correctly, it was that the Xia Mansion was in trouble tonight, and the whole clan was degraded.

"Abba, the light is telling the truth." Xiao Xia Mu's expression was very strict, and his little fists couldn't help but clench.

But in Xia Chaoqing's eyes, he couldn't help laughing, touched Xiao'er's head, and couldn't help sighing in his heart: "In the light, although my Xia family has fallen, my father is still there, and my Xia family still has a chance to rise!" Go play, it's not something that little kids should think about. ”

As he spoke, he picked up the Zihao pen again and thought about it.

Xia Mu was kicked out of the study by his father, and his heart became more and more anxious, and he ran towards the room of his uncle Xia Yan at the end of the corridor.

The night was getting darker, and there was only the messy footsteps of Xiao Xia Mu on the corridor, he climbed the stone steps with great difficulty, and looked at the face of his uncle Xia Yan by the cold moonlight, without any expression, which matched the face in the depths of his memory.

Xia Yan was worried, when he heard the footsteps outside the room, his brows furrowed, didn't he order no one to disturb him, so he was about to scold, but when he saw his great-nephew walking over, his frowning brows suddenly melted again, and his wrinkled face showed rare warmth, and he laughed: "Come and see your uncle in the light, come quickly." ”

Xia Mu saw that the first assistant of Daming Jiajing was in front of him, and he was a little excited in his heart, and hurriedly walked in, but he knelt in front of his uncle at once, and said in a milky but very stern voice: "Uncle, if you are in the light, your uncle must believe it, the father and son of the Yan family have already written to frame their uncle, and I am afraid that Jinyiwei will come soon." ”

Xia Yan is not as young as Xia Chaoqing, he has not experienced the ups and downs of the Huan Sea, and he has no knowledge. He has been an official with Yan Song for more than ten years, what virtue Yan Song has, his opponent knows better, he is definitely a ruthless person who kills people without blinking, in fact, he has long had an ominous premonition in his heart. But how does this five-year-old know?

"Guangzhong, you sue Uncle Sù, how did you know that the Yan family's father and son were going to harm Uncle Zu?" Xia Yan's eyes were surging, but he was not angry.

Xia Murou's little face suddenly turned blue, and his heart became flustered, he couldn't say that he was actually not his great-grandson, but someone from the next generation, how could he answer? Thinking of Xia Mu's flash of inspiration, he hurriedly said: "Uncle, I don't know why in the light, I just had a dream, and I dreamed of the tragic death of my Xia family. ”

The ancients were particularly concerned about dreams, believing them to be an omen from above. Xia Yan's brows were relaxed, but there was an earth-shaking feeling in his heart, could it be that God really begged him Xia Yan, so he gave his dream to his little grandson, and borrowed the mouth of the child to let him avoid trouble?

But just when this ominous premonition was still at the end, a sudden cry from outside the corridor made Xia Yan tremble, and his mouth was bitter, only to feel that his fate could not be changed, and the cold wind seemed to be cold.

"Uncle, uncle, something is wrong!" The nephew's voice was as cold as water, still terrifying.

Before the person appeared, hurried footsteps sounded on the nine-song corridor, mixed with the chaotic sound of clothes flying. Ensued.

Xia Mu also trembled, remembering the scene when Jinyi Wei raided his house and wiped out his mouth, his little heart almost didn't jump out.

Not long after, at the end of the corridor, his grandfather Xia Kecheng came out with a panicked expression, but he knelt unsteadily in front of Xia Yan. I saw that his hands were trembling, his expression was in a trance, and his voice trembled rarely: "Uncle...... In the palace, rumors suddenly appeared in the palace, saying that the uncle slandered the emperor...... And Yan Songhe ...... He actually drafted a letter on behalf of Qiu Luan, attacked his uncle for accepting bribes from Zeng Miao, meddling in the closure of the market, and seeking huge profits, the matter implicated Lord Su Gang, and Yan Song had ordered Zeng Mo and Su Gang to be imprisoned in the capital! ”

Xia Yan didn't look up, but his wrinkled cheeks were already twitching, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead began to roll down.

"I can't think about it......" The calamity suddenly added, making Xia Yan choke up, and his voice was actually a little crying, as if he had exhausted all his strength to spit out such a sentence, his eyes were black, and he fell down with blood in his mouth. Then he shouted angrily, "Yan Weizhong, Yan Weizhong, you and I are the same townspeople and the first, and we are in the same family, so why are we frying each other!" ”

Xiao Xia Mu was also bitter in his mouth, seeing that the Xia family was about to fall into the middle of the road, he felt his heart heavy, turned his head to look, and saw the moon in the west building, but tonight it was extraordinarily round.

I couldn't help sighing: "The moon in the west building is round a few times, so Xiao Xiao Lu Diqiu." ”