Deng She's hand hidden in his sleeve was clenched tightly, and his fingers were white.

When did he get so angry?

In the biting cold wind, he only felt hot all over. Every word that came out of the hall was like a knife, slashing at his heart. He is not angry with Yin Quan for making a mad posture and calling for wine and fish; He was not even annoyed that Yin Quan missed his homeland, and scolded him for being a thief and calling him a monkey.

However, Yin Quan's heart-wrenching words, he really couldn't bear it.

The Lord is worried about the humiliation of the ministers, and the Lord is humiliated by the death of the ministers. Bi Qianniu snorted, the long knife came out of the sheath, and he knelt on the ground with the tip of the knife, and said angrily: "Please give the general an order, behead this madman!" Dozens of guards unsheathed their knives together and fell to their knees. The cold night firelight reflects the sharp blade, and the murderous aura soars into the sky.

With Deng She, there were several Goryeo officials. Deng She brought them here to better communicate with the scholars. Among them are Li Chunfu and Park Xianzhong.

The two of them looked at each other in a hurry, for fear that Deng She would really kill people in anger. Li Chunfu threw himself on the ground, kowtowed, and said: "The ministers have heard that the king of great promises will have ministers who will not be called." Yin Quan, a little madman, a chicken-dog thing, if he kills him, he will achieve his reputation. The ministers thought that it was better to leave him with a cheap life, so that the scholars could know the generosity and benevolence of the lord and the sincerity of seeking talent. ”

Deng She was angry, smiled slightly, and said: "Yin Sheng is arrogant, unscrupulous, nostalgic for the old master, human nature. What anger am I having? Let's all get up and see, is the fish ready? When it's done, bring it up,......, Qianniu, my brother, you send it personally." ”

The north wind swept the branches, and the lanterns hanging on the pavilions swayed.

The courtyard was silent, and Deng She's chest was heaving and churning. He set up a courtyard in the cold wind, as the prime minister of a province, waiting for dozens of Confucian students to eat, he waited willingly, not a little unhappy, such a thing, how many people in the world can do it?

Yes, he admitted, he came a little late. But there was absolutely no premeditated element in this, so he came out from Yao Haogu and Hong Jixun and asked about the details that need to be paid attention to in tomorrow's sacrifice. He has never been in contact with it, he doesn't know etiquette, and he can't make jokes in front of everyone.

He waited for the scholar to eat, but he hadn't eaten yet! A piece of hard work, who knows?

I don't know, I just live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. That Yin Quan's light and clever words gave him a notoriety of pretending to be righteous and gracious. If this is spread out, he is not afraid of being scolded, but it will inevitably have a bad impact on his future work of recruiting wise men, and it will inevitably cause delays.

He asked himself, since he got Haidong, he has reduced taxes, divided land, relieved the people's strength, and cared for the people, and has done much better than the king of Goryeo, but this is not enough, not enough. He was tempted to ask, "What else do you want from me?" He stood motionless, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He told himself not to be angry, but to endure. He reminded himself: "Yes, I know why it is not enough, why it is not enough. "Because the time is still short, it is impossible to manage such a large new piece of land overnight.

But he is very anxious, he is very anxious, he wants to be anxious to stabilize Haidong, he wants to be anxious to expand and develop, because time is running out. There is Shenyang in the north, Goryeo in the east, and beyond the separation of a water, the land of Shenzhou is full of beacon fires. In this troubled world, the people are difficult, but isn't it difficult for those who are in high positions?

Yesterday was indispensable, but in the blink of an eye, there are fewer examples? He trembled day and night, fearing that he would make a wrong move, and thought twice about everything. What is he for? The cold wind blew the roof tiles, and it seemed to echo in a low voice, asking, "Yes, what are you for?" ”

He suddenly thought of Zhu Yuanzhang.

When he was a horse thief, when he was a centurion, he couldn't think of Zhu Yuanzhang at all, he was too far away from him. When he captured Haidong, when he occupied Liaodong, he deliberately avoided thinking about Zhu Yuanzhang, because he didn't know how to deal with it. But if he doesn't think about it, it doesn't mean that Zhu Yuanzhang won't get closer and closer to him.

At this moment, stimulated by Yin Quan, the hidden worries he had hidden in his heart for a long time finally couldn't be suppressed and burst out. He was at a loss and asked himself, "What am I for?" ”

On the night before the arrival of the New Year's Day of the twentieth year of Zhizheng, Deng She felt deeply tired, and he lost his way in a trance.

He looked out at the night, and he couldn't see the future clearly. What is he for? He's tired, he's tired, he's tempted to let go of it all, but he can't do it because he has no way back. He embarked on this path for himself and for survival, but now, what pushes him forward is no longer for himself, no longer for survival.

There was no way back for him. Even if there is a way back, what should they do in Wenhuaguo? Will they agree to give it back?

Even if they say yes. Hong Jixun: What should they do? Will they agree to give it back? What about those who have benefited? Will they agree to give it back? Even if they agreed, would Nahachu agree? Will the King of Goryeo agree? Will they allow him to retreat, let him retreat?

Maybe that's life, and it's always going in the direction of the beginning. And until the last step, you never know what awaits you.

"General?"

"Huh?"

"The fish was delivered."

"Oh!"

"Shall you go in now?"

"......, okay."

The icy wind howled in the courtyard. Dunsher habitually straightened his back. The torch illuminates the way ahead, and he must keep going, for his own sake, for the sake of those who follow him, he must straighten his waist and keep going.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, a chill pressing into his pores. Bi Qianniu lit the lights in front of him, and the guards surrounded him, all of them were full of vitality and heroic spirit. Dunsher walked among them, and he thought, this way, at least, was not his own.

……

Deng She let Yin Quan go and did not kill him. Not only did they not kill him, but they also respected his opinion, and the next day's sacrifice did not arrange for him to appear. Like Yin Quan, there were more than a dozen people who refused to attend the ceremony, and Deng She was not reluctant and agreed to all of them.

The New Year's Day ritual is divided into two parts.

The first part, as is customary.

Early in the morning, hundreds of civil and military officials gathered in the provincial yamen, led by Deng She, and held a "table worship ceremony". This ceremony is a "New Year's greeting" to the emperor by local governments. In the direction of Anfeng, the incense case was placed, the congratulatory table was presented, the ministers danced and bowed, and the public officials greeted each other and shouted three long live.

Give a New Year's greeting to King Xiaoming, and next, Hong Jixun and others will pay a New Year's greeting to Deng She.

The Mongols were still white, and according to the system of the Yuan Dynasty, those who participated in the New Year's Day celebrations were required to wear white clothes. Deng She and the others naturally will not be the same as them, the former Song Shangchi, so the hundred officials are all dressed in red. The provincial capital is newly decorated, red lanterns are hung high, lanterns are colorful, and firecrackers are ringing non-stop.

This step is completed, and the next second step is the main play.

Deng She led hundreds of officials, foreign envoys, scholars, and elected local eunuchs, hundreds of people, out of the provincial capital, and went straight to the Tanjun Temple. Military attachés rode horses, civil officials sat in sedan chairs, and Deng Shexing was at the forefront. To his left and right are two Goryeo princesses, and further on, Moon Hwa-guk, Hong Ji-hoon and others.

The streets are bustling with people.

The tea shops and liquor shops on the streets are overcrowded. In the market, shoulder to shoulder, sweating into rain. Every New Year's holiday, there are often vendors in the corners of the market to weave reeds into houses, spread and hang landscapes, feathers and other paintings, sell cakes such as sugar cakes, yellow rice and jujube cakes, as well as spicy soup, millet dumplings and other food. The people called for friends, and the children drilled around, and it was very lively.

In the distance, a burst of cheers and applause was heard from time to time, like thunder. It was a specially opened entertainment venue in Pyongyang Province, and some cultural and entertainment activities were organized for the people to watch and have fun.

Because there were soldiers on the street to Tanjun Temple, Deng She and his party did not feel crowded. Seeing the crowds outside the martial law line, many people followed to watch the excitement. Deng She's depression last night was infected by the festivity, and he let go a little. He turned his head, beckoned Wen Huaguo to come up, and asked, "There are a lot of people on the street today, you Pyongyang Mansion, don't make a mess." ”

Wenhua said: "Don't worry, my lord." I...... The minister, the minister specially asked Zhao Guo to transfer two battalions of soldiers into the city to assist the officials of Pyongyang Prefecture to maintain law and order. ”

"Are there any fire prevention measures that can be done?"

"I have already informed the chief Jiasheng in all the squares in the city, you must be cautious. And in addition to the original, many water dragons have been made more in the past few days, even if there is fire, they are not afraid. ”

"Don't take it lightly."

While talking, Hong Jixun caught up, he didn't make a sedan chair, he rode a horse, dressed in makeup, very handsome. He leaned closer to Dunshema and whispered, "My lord." ”

This offside forward is quite rude. Deng She was slightly surprised and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"There's something wrong."

"What?"

"Shicai, the official who accompanied the Goryeo envoy told the minister that Zhang Deyu had an entourage and looked familiar. It seems that in the past few days, he has often been seen on the street near the Datong Pavilion. ”

The Datong Pavilion, north of the Tsinghua Pavilion, was also built in the former Goryeo and was used to receive guests. When the Goryeo envoys came, Dunshe arranged for them there. Listening to Hong Jixun's words, Deng She's heart jumped, Zhang Deyu's entourage appeared near Datong Hall, what does it represent? You know, the reason why he arranged two places for the envoys of the two places was to prevent them from going back and forth in private.

Silently, he said, "Are you sure?" ”

"Absolutely."

"Who is in charge of the guest house that received Zhang Deyu?"

"Everything about the left and right divisions."

"When the sacrifice is over, ask him. ......, tell the General Administration Department and send someone to investigate. ”

"Yes."

Deng She pondered for a moment and instructed, "Remember, don't startle the snake. If this matter is true, it is necessary to find out whether Zhang Deyu's entourage has been in contact with the Goryeo envoy. If I do, I want to know what they talked about. If not, I want to know that the retinue has not yet made contact with anyone else. ”

Hong Jixun agreed.

The Tanjun Temple is in the west of the city, and the ancestral temple is not big enough to accommodate hundreds of people. Deng She led representatives of hundreds of officials, scholars, and village elders, thirty or forty people, to enter in a procession. Others, stay outside the shrine. Deng She couldn't help the people watching, so the soldiers only surrounded a cordon, and did not stop or drive away the people who came with them.

The sacrificial text was written by Yao Haogu. For the purpose of announcing the people, there is no literary language, and the words are simple and easy to understand, and they are as clear as words. Recited by Dunshe. He read a sentence, someone said a sentence, Bi Qianniu took the guards, and repeated it loudly.

The meaning of the sacrificial text is nothing more than the points that Yao Haogu proposed to Deng She.

However, there is one difference, that is, he did not find suitable historical materials to prove that Tan Jun is a descendant of the Yellow Emperor. Contacting the later Jizi, he simply changed his original intention, and simply said that this Tanjun was the descendant of the emperor, the same as Jizi, except that one was the ancestor of Yin Shang and the other was the queen of Yin Shang.

This is quite astonishing.

Ordinary people can't see the deep meaning, but they only listen to the sacrificial texts to trace back to the source, and the head of what is said is the Tao, at most they are half-convinced. The Goryeo officials and scribes who accompanied the sacrifice were very different. There are some long-term visions who immediately understand Deng She's intentions.

"This, this ,......"

Li Chunfu and Park Xianzhong, the Goryeo officials, looked at each other, and they all had the same thought: "Deng She, not only to occupy the land of Goryeo, but also to destroy the Goryeo clan!" "But even if you can see Deng She's intentions, so what? They are not Yin Quan, and they don't have the guts to say this. Even if they had the courage to say so, so what? Who can prove it, and who can use historical books to prove that Tan Jun is not the descendant of Emperor Yu?

Ancient legends were originally a confused account. There is no history of Goryeo, only the history of China.

Although Cui Bei has some fame, after all, he is not old enough to enter the ancestral hall. Other Goryeo Confucian students were frightened, and he raised his head vigorously and said, "The prime minister sacrifices the text, and sues the ancestors." Appeal to the voice of the people and take into account the public opinion of the people. Thousands of years of bloodline, today finally returned to China. Congratulations! ”

Compared with his cheers, in the Confucian shift, there are those who are silent, and those who are relieved and quickly echo them.

Some people knew Cui Bei and said: "This is Jiangdong Cui Bei, who is very knowledgeable." He said it was true, and it seemed that it was true. ”

Someone said: "It's not like that. Think about it, if King Jizi is not a descendant of King Tanjun, can he be the emperor? Who is the Emperor? Three Emperors and Five Emperors! …… I don't know what the Three Emperors and Five Emperors are? There is no knowledge, and everyone who reads knows it. The Holy Lord of the Ancients. Da Yao and Da Shun know, right? How famous. They are also the Three Emperors and Five Emperors. ”

"So, our ancestors are very famous?"

"Nonsense! Yes, definitely. ”

It was the skeptical people who asked questions, and those who answered categorically, without exception, were all selected by Hong Jixun. Isn't that how public opinion is created? One person believes in it, and it grows to ten people. Ten people's faith, with the secret support of the yamen, can be developed into the whole country to believe.

The inscription of the festival has the names of two Goryeo princesses. This has deepened the trust of the people.

Sacrificed to Tanjun, followed the basket, and then went to the Temple of Literature in the afternoon.

Each of the three sacrificial texts has its own weight. If it is said that the sacrifice to Tanjun focuses on tracing back to the origin, then the sacrifice of the Jizi focuses on promoting the martial arts of the ancestors. The worship of the Temple of Literature mainly focuses on emphasizing the cultural unity of Hanli, and the customs are similar. It can be said that these three sacrificial texts officially laid the foundation for Deng She's righteousness and reputation in ruling Haidong, and opened the prelude to turning beauty into Han.

The ritual of sacrificing holes is very cumbersome, and the sacrifice is completed, and it is almost twilight.

Deng She walked out of the Temple of Literature, stood at the gate of the temple, and watched the red glow in the west for a while. A hectic and busy day has diluted his worries last night. He could have predicted that when these three sacrificial texts spread throughout Haidong, it would inevitably be the time when a huge wave was set off among Confucian scholars and scribes in Goryeo.

From Yin Quan's body, he saw that this storm would never be small.

"General, what are you thinking?"

The eagle spreads its wings in the sky, turns into a black dot, and gradually flies away. Deng She retracted his gaze and asked rhetorically, "Guess what?" ”

"I don't know."

High in the sky, he got on his horse and watched the twilight of the city, where the smoke was everywhere and the streets were full of people and noisy. He raised his whip and asked Bi Qianniu with a smile: "You can't guess what I'm thinking." So, what about them? Can you guess what they're thinking? ”

Bi Qianniu was at a loss, not knowing why Deng She suddenly asked this question, and replied honestly: "No." ”

Deng She smiled and said, "I can't either." ”

Thinking about it from another angle, although the path of life is unknown, isn't the joy of life also here?

Dunsher galloped his horse, and the cold wind blew the hem of his clothes. The storm is coming, and he completely let go of his hesitation, no longer thinking about unknown success or failure. Although success or failure is unknown, at least, he can master today, he can take one step at a time, do it with a clear conscience, and be down-to-earth to meet tomorrow, to meet challenges, and to meet the arrival of the new year.