Jingguo.

Approaching the New Year's in Beijing, there is no slightest joy and New Year's flavor, more than ninety percent of the people took off the red lantern red couplet that had been prepared, replaced with a white lantern, on which the word "lay" was written.

When the cold wind blows, the chill is biting.

The soldiers of the capital were like crazy, constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys, and when they saw some special white and black couplets on the gates, they tore them off.

Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the minister.

After the news of Fang Yun's death spread yesterday, the people of the whole city wore linen and filial piety and flocked to the spring garden, causing the black and white cloth to run out of stock within a day.

Although the capital was built by a demi-saint and inhabited by more than 3 million people, it was a super city, but millions of people went there, and all the roads near the spring garden were paralyzed.

Ten miles of the spring garden, the cry is pervasive, and it does not disperse for a long time.

Yesterday afternoon, after the news of Zongsheng's temporary replacement of Dongsheng was released, Zuo Xiang, who was ill, suddenly convened a cabinet meeting to take down the general in charge of the inner city security of the city guard army by thunderous means, replace it with his cronies, and in the name of the emperor, prevent everyone from going to Quanyuan and disperse the nearby crowd.

The two sides were on the verge of breaking out, and a bloody case could be brewed at any time, and the great Confucian Jiang Hechuan was forced to come forward in person to call on everyone to calm down and dredge the people, which calmed down the situation.

However, the matter is not over.

Since yesterday evening, down to the common people and up to the Great Confucians, a large number of people in the capital have begun to post the couplets in black and white at the door. There was once a soldier who wanted to arrest a family, but the surrounding neighborhood was excited, and thousands of people surrounded it, and finally tore off the couplet and couldn't do it.

In the early morning of the sixteenth day of the lunar month, the people of the capital woke up and found that there were several more couplets in the courtyard, all of which were the same "Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron innocently casts the ministers".

The white paper and black words are like a sharp blade.

So, before the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve. Couplets are posted from house to house.

The Left Prime Minister and his party issued a death order, and all the soldiers in the city must tear off all black and white couplets.

Everyone knew that those soldiers were also forced, and they did not argue, so they let the soldiers tear silently, and when this wave of soldiers went away, they would silently dip the paste and paste it, and stand at the door silently waiting for the next wave of soldiers.

Many soldiers saluted the couplet before tearing it, which was to show respect for the other party's fortune and to gain the understanding of the spirit of the void saint in the sky.

Early in the morning of the sixteenth day of the lunar month. There was a spectacular scene in the capital, every family dressed in linen and filial piety, leaning against the door, holding a couplet in their left hand, and a freshly made pulp on their right hand, still steaming, waiting quietly.

The soldiers bowed from house to house, not daring to look into the eyes of those standing at the door, and bowed their heads. Tear off the couplet and go.

There was nothing in their gaze, no anger, no fanaticism, and everyone was frighteningly calm. It's just that the eyes are a little red and swollen.

The soldiers' eyes were also swollen.

During the Spring Festival, ten thousand doors are filial piety.

This matter circulated on the list, and the scholars of various countries angrily criticized it, but did not meet with rebuttal.

Wei Huangan and Meng Jingye came out of the literary world of Chen Sheng's family. Chen Mingding, the head of the Chen family, greeted him personally, and after a secret conversation with the two of them, he personally sent them out of the door. and asked the eldest grandson, Chen Jing, to send the two to Quanyuan.

There was a mournful look in the Chen Mansion.

Wei Huangan walked out of Chen's mansion, got into the carriage with Chen Jing and Meng Jingye, and was stunned on the seat of the carriage and was silent for a long time.

Chen Jing didn't speak from beginning to end, and this Holy Courtyard Jinshi had a firm gaze, faintly swordsman, and there was a faint sword shadow.

Meng Jingye was the oldest after all, sighed lightly, and asked, "Nephew Chen Jingxian, what is the current situation in the capital?"

Chen Jing exhaled lightly and said, "Fang Xusheng Shengsheng, Zongshengfu is the first East Sage, and the Left Thief Party celebrates the crown." Although the old thief Liushan has lost all the secret states, he is full of minions in the court, so he took this opportunity to return to the cabinet and sweep away the previous decline. ”

Meng Jingye sighed: "Yes, after all, Zuo Xiang is the head of the hundred officials, and he has the right to be arbitrary. Don't say that you, even if my Meng family encounters it, I can only temporarily avoid the edge at this moment. ”

Chen Jing couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Meng, I heard that you and the others went to the Blood Mang Ancient Land, which is the Dragon Clan's main hall on the surface, but in fact it is the Void Saint who is helping Fang. Is the news of Fang Xusheng's death true?"

A look of pain flashed in Meng Jingye's eyes, and he nodded lightly and said, "The old man and the others saw with their own eyes that Fang Xusheng was injured by the power of the Ancestral Emperor first, and then fought with the Demon Emperor and fell into blood. ”

Chen Jing lowered his head, his fists clenched, and his teeth clenched.

Wei Huangan opened the curtains, watched those soldiers tear couplets along the way, watched those people keep posting, and said after a long time: "The light is bizarre, the wonders of the present and the ancient." ”

Chen Jing raised his head and said, "Scholar Wei, the road leading to Quanyuan has been heavily blocked, and there are even demon barbarian private soldiers guarding it, what if they don't let me wait to go to mourn?"

"Fight the sword and sing, and the blood stains the long street!" Wei Huangan smiled slightly, as if such a trivial matter was not worth mentioning.

Chen Jing's blood surged, and he said: "There are such righteous people in the ancient land of Blood, it seems that I am waiting to sit in the well and watch the sky." ”

Wei Huangan and Meng Jingye glanced at each other, the two sides were quite embarrassed, the two of them couldn't say that the scholars in the Blood Mang Ancient Land were not all like this, so Wei Huangan dared to come alone, and the rest of them either became enemies with Fang Yun, or began to arrange a back road.

"Fighting with swords and singing, blood-stained long streets......" Chen Jing looked out the window and muttered to himself, his eyes becoming more and more determined.

Poetry is one, where there is poetry, there must be a tune, so the song often refers to the recitation of war poems, referring to the battle.

After a while, the carriage stopped.

The coachman said in a low voice: "The front is the Spring Garden, but it is blocked by thousands of soldiers, and there are more than ten tall barbarians. ”

"Get out of the car!" Meng Jingye finished speaking, and quickly got out of the car.

When the three of them got out of the carriage, they saw a Jinshi general leading thousands of soldiers standing in front, and there were many carriages nearby, many of them were wealthy families, and even people from other countries.

Anger was written on the faces of everyone who visited.

Meng Jingye arched his hand to the soldiers in front of him and said: "Jingye, a scholar of the Meng family, has to be sent by the Southern Sage, and he has come to offer condolences with his friends, and I hope you will make it convenient." ”

A complicated look flashed on the face of the general Jinshi, and he said: "The lower official has seen Scholar Meng, and he is soft-spoken, but where the duty lies, if there is a conflict, I hope to forgive me." Lord Zuo Xiang has already ordered that no one will be allowed to pass unless he has a handwritten decree or a decree from the Eastern Holy Pavilion!"

"Isn't it okay for the Southern Sage to say it?" said Emperor Wei Qiang angrily.

The general said with a bitter face: "For us and others, it is a thousand and ten thousand, but if we let it go, Lord Zuo will definitely take our heads." ”

One of the people behind said loudly: "They fart!" When the day was just dawn, the Fang family went in to offer condolences, and they didn't see Liu Shan asking for their heads. ”

The three of them were stunned, Chen Jing and Meng Jingye looked at each other, and they both saw something wrong in each other's eyes.

Wei Huangan frowned and said, "Master Meng, what you said in the Sin Hall, the Ji County where the Fang family is located is thousands of miles away from here, how could the Fang family arrive here in one day. ”

"Not good!" Meng Jingye took a step forward and said sharply, "Release it immediately, don't blame the old man for killing him!"

Without waiting for the Jinshi general to speak, Wei Huang'an suddenly opened his mouth, and saw a sword light flashing like Bai Lian, flying forward and sweeping with a bang, and the heads of the six barbarian demon handsomes standing in front of the team flew up, and blood spilled on the long street.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!" Wei Huangan's voice was like a torrent, echoing in the streets and alleys.

(To be continued.) )