By the faint light of an oil lamp, I read a volume of "Spring and Autumn". The skill of Kongqiu's pen amazed me. In the book, death is recorded, and there are different words such as "kill", "kill", "薨", and "pawn". I didn't care about it at first glance, but the more I looked back, I found that the sentences on the book had deep meanings, and the words contained praise and disapproval. When a volume of history is written like this, it is no wonder that Yan Hui, who is tired of helping him repair the book.

After "Spring and Autumn", I flipped through several other volumes. Bu Shang woke up in a dream and leaned over when he saw me reading at night.

We read books in silence and discussed in whispers, and before we knew it, time passed.

After the sound of the rooster's crow, the east slightly reveals the white belly of the fish.

On the bed, Kong Qiu was still asleep. After I finished frying the medicinal soup, I leaned in front of the gate of the Confucian Mansion and looked at the yellow mud path in front of me. The sun rises at the end of the road, and Confucian scholars with school bags and padded mats appear in my sight one after another.

Lu people, Qi people, Song people, Wei people, Chu people, Qin people...... They come from different countries, and some of them have traveled far and wide just to step on the road in front of them and walk through this door beside me.

I stayed in the Confucian Mansion for three days in a row, and every morning I would lean against the door and silently watch these students from all directions. For a moment, I seemed to suddenly understand Yan Hui's persistence in reluctance to give up his life, and comprehend the meaning behind Confucius's compilation of the Six Classics.

Yan Hui died, and on the night after Yan Xin left, he couldn't wait to see his elderly master for the last time and passed away in a hurry. In the past few days, Ran Yong and Ran Qiu have been helping Yan Hui with the funeral of Yan Hui at Yan's house. And here in Kong Qiu, Duanmu Ci is still trying to hide the news of Yan Hui's death from him. But I vaguely felt that the old man on the bed had already noticed something. Today, he mentioned Yan Hui to me again when he was drinking medicine. He said that he dreamed of Yan Hui last night, and Yan Hui was standing at the mouth of the alley of Yan's house waiting for him. So, he's going to see him.

Kong Qiu was resolute, no one could stop him, and after Duanmu Ci tried all kinds of persuasion to no avail, he had to personally drive him to Yan's house.

Yan Hui was less than twenty years old and served Kong Qiu. Since then, no matter how many people have questioned Confucius, no matter how frustrated he has experienced, he has always firmly believed in Confucius's ideas and ideals. This time, what kind of impact Yan Hui's death will have on the elderly and seriously ill Kongqiu, everyone knows very well in their hearts.

Fetching water, lighting fire, decocting medicine, in order to deal with all the chaos that might occur after Kong Qiu returned to the palace, I was like a soldier about to go to the battlefield, and I waited in the Confucian mansion.

From noon to dusk, the sun gradually sinks in the west, and the fire gradually goes out. After three days of sleepless fighting, I finally fell asleep on the table in Kongqiu's room.

In my sleep, there was a faint commotion coming from outside the door.

I was not yet conscious, but the person had already risen from behind the case: "The medicinal soup is here!" "I turned my head to look for the medicine jar on the fire, only to find Kong Qiu standing in front ......of me on crutches. His eyes were red, his face was haggard, but he looked a thousand times better than I had imagined.

"Master, you're back." I breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the desk.

"Pickup, you've worked hard these days." Kong Qiu took a difficult step with a light move of his crutches, and I quickly took his crutches and carefully sat down behind the table. "Pick, let's go back tonight, go back and rest for a few days. Several of your senior brothers are taking a car at the door and asking them to give you a ride. After sitting still, Kong Qiu trembled and took out a roll of bamboo slips from his bosom.

"Master, are you alright? Is there anything wrong with it? ”

"I'm fine, don't worry. Go back, you haven't been home in days. Kong Qiu said as he picked up the bamboo sticks and picked out the oil lamp on the table, and then slowly unfolded the bamboo slips that he had just taken out of his arms.

I looked at the old man with a calm face in front of me, and I couldn't figure out the situation for a while. In the past few days, everyone has been worried about whether his condition will be aggravated by excessive mourning after he goes to Yan's house. But now, he neither shouted to the sky and grabbed the ground, nor beat his chest, if it weren't for the faint sadness between his eyebrows, I would almost think that he was indifferent to Yan Hui's death.

"Master, your fever has just subsided, so take a break tonight!" I knelt up straight and glanced quickly at the bamboo slip in Kongqiu's hand. The handwriting on the bamboo slips was upright and slender, exactly the same as what I saw in Yan's room that day. Yan Xin said that Yan Hui suddenly fainted after writing the last volume of the book. Could it be that the bamboo slip he was talking about was the scroll in Kong Qiu's hand?

Kong Qiu looked at the bamboo slip in his hand intently, I sat next to him for a while, got up and took the medicine jar from the stove and brought it to Kong Qiu: "Master, the disciple has made a new medicine soup to calm the nerves today, why don't you drink the medicine first?" ”

Kong Qiu glanced at the medicine jar and sighed, "Put it down, I'll drink it later." It's not too early now, and it's inconvenient to walk after dark, so you might as well go back quickly! ”

"No, the disciple retires!" I hesitated for a moment, but finally put down the jar. It's that I'm thinking too much, maybe people have already looked down on many things at the age of Kongqiu!

After bidding farewell to Kongqiu, I walked out of the gate of Confucius Mansion step by step. In front of the gate, the carriages of Duanmu Ci, Ran Yong and others had long since disappeared, and only a few shallow ruts remained on the yellow mud road. At this moment, the sky was not yet completely dark, and a full silver-white moon had just risen on the blue and purple sky, and I slowly walked west with my head down and stepping on the weeds beside the road.

Lu Gong will not send troops to fight Qi, and Ji Sunfei seems to have reached a deal with Chen Heng. During the three days in the Confucian Mansion, Ah Yu came to see me once. He told me that Ah Su had come to Qufu City with a man with a fire scar on his hand, and that the two of them lived in Ji Sunfei's mansion.

When I mentioned the man with the scar on the fire on his hand, I immediately thought of the middle-aged man I saw outside the bamboo building in Qingle Fang that day. The elegant Jiang Lixiang, the sleeve edge of the embroidered hibiscus, could it be that the man who passed me that day was the Jin strategist that Asu said, the person who hid behind and planned all the conspiracies? But who is he, and what did he say to Ji Sun Fei when he came to Lu this time? Why can he make Ji Sunfei shake hands with the Chen family regardless of his sister's death? and Ah Su, she is Zhang Mengtan's lover and Chen Heng's cronies, after the death of Qi Hou, does she know the whereabouts of Zhang Mengtan and Yu An? Has Wuxian sent someone to look for her in the past few days?

My mind was filled with countless questions, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace.

The sun had passed, the night fog had lifted, and at the end of the road there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves. I stopped, looked up, and saw a flying horse galloping out of the darkness.

This road leads directly to Confucius's Mansion, it is so late, who is so anxious to find Confucius? Could it be that Lu Gong has changed his mind?

I looked at the man on horseback by the faint light of the moon. With long hair and a sword, I didn't have time to see the horseman's face when he pulled the reins and stopped in front of me.

"Ahh The man on horseback called me softly. The shadows of the night covered his face, but I couldn't help but cover my mouth as soon as I heard his voice. Great, he's alive, alive......

"I'm back, I'm worried about you......" Yu An loosened the reins and turned over and jumped off the horse.

I couldn't hear what he said, I just hugged him and cried out ecstatically, "You're still alive, great, you're still alive!" ”

"Well, I'm alive, I'm back." Yu An sighed and hugged me.

"Why are you here? When did you get back? Have you seen Wuxian and Si'er? Are you trying to scare me to death! I let go of my clenched hands and pulled Yu An to the light, "Let me take a good look at you, are you okay?" Are there any injuries? ”

"Which one do you want me to answer first?" Yu An looked at me and smiled.

"One by one, I have a lot of questions for you!" A moment ago, I was still thinking hard about how to meet Ah Su and how to ask Ah Su about the whereabouts of him and Zhang Mengtan. The next moment, he actually appeared in front of me from the sky.

"I'm fine and not hurt. I've just met Wuxian and Si'er, and Wuxian said you're worried about me, so let me pick you up. ”

"Did you ask you to pick me up?" I grabbed Yu An's sleeve, and my heart suddenly had a hint of sweetness in my joy.

"Well, he said you would want me to be the one who came to pick you up." Yu An lowered his head, looked at me and said softly.

"Yes, yes, haha...... How glad I am that the person who came to pick me up was you. I saw Yu An standing in front of me unscathed, and I almost jumped up with joy when I thought that Wuxian and Si'er were waiting for me at home.

"There is one more thing I want to tell you, the news from the prime minister's side is coming, and we will leave Lu at noon the day after tomorrow at the latest. This is the book that Wuxian took away from Confucius's mansion in a panic that day, he finished reading it, and now he wants you to return it to Dr. Confucius on his behalf. Yu An took out a roll of bamboo slips from the burden on the horse's back.

"It's going to leave the day after tomorrow, so soon? But what happened to the Jin Kingdom? "I took the bamboo slip from Tai'an's hand.

"It's a good thing to rest assured. Tai Shimo divined an auspicious day, and the prime minister will be the son of the Zhao family next month. ”

"It turned out that this was the case, I thought there was something wrong with the Jin Kingdom again." I clutched my chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, bowed my head and laughed at myself, "You don't know, after a trip to the Qi country, I am now less courageous than a mouse." ”

"Aren't you surprised that Wuxian is going to be Zhao Shizi?" Yu An looked at me with a look of surprise.

"It's just a matter of course, if Zhao Shizi is not him, then I will be surprised!" I grinned and took the reins from Guo An's hand, "The Confucian Mansion is not far ahead, you can go with me!" Before leaving, I should also say goodbye to Confucius. ”

"Okay."

Yu An helped me get on the horse, I bowed my head and said, "By the way, is Mr. Zhang okay?" Is he with Shirtless now? ”

Yu An's face changed suddenly, he turned over and sat behind me, and said in a low voice: "Let's go see Confucius first, let's talk about Mr. Zhang's affairs after we go back." ”

"Why go back? Did something happen to Mr. Zhang? My heart tightened, and I turned back to ask.

"Let's go back and talk about it! Drink-" Yu An picked up the reins, clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and galloped towards the Confucian Mansion.

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