"Sir!"

The old butler's eyes couldn't help but froze, and an unspeakable sadness appeared on his face. His mouth squirmed, wanting to say something, but he also knew Huo Feiran's character, and he had already made a decision, even if he said more, he would not want him to change his mind.

Thinking of this, the old housekeeper also knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily to Huo Feiran's back.

Huo Feiran, who was staggering forward, seemed to think of something, as if he felt something, and the pace of progress couldn't help but stagnate, but he still resolutely moved forward.

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Shendu Imperial Palace

Emperor Qiandi sat in the Taiji Hall with a solemn face. The purple gas that symbolizes the zodiac permeates all around, making the whole palace good as if it is surrounded by clouds, in this cloud and mist, there are dragons swimming by from time to time, and the phoenix chicks.

Li Defu, the chief eunuch of the ceremonial eunuch, stood behind Emperor Qianpan, his eyes drooping, as if he was pretending to sleep.

One by one, the palace maids and eunuchs either bowed their heads and bowed down, or carefully held their snorts, for fear of angering the Son of Heaven if they were not careful.

The palace is still magnificent, and the Qiandi Pan is still so majestic.

However, for some reason, it always gives people the feeling of declining.

It's as if everything is yesterday's yellow flowers, fleeting!

"Report!"

"Big things are not good!"

Just as Emperor Qian's plate was reviewing and reciting, a eunuch in a gray coat staggered and ran up with an embarrassed face.

Standing behind Emperor Qianpan, Li Defu's eyes, which were like old cats, suddenly opened.

There seemed to be a cold light in the entire hall.

"Presumptuous!"

"How many heads do you have?"

The little eunuch with a panicked face seemed to be frightened, and hurriedly stopped, knelt down in the main hall, and looked at the top of the high platform with a hasty face.

"That's it!"

"Don't blame it!"

"He didn't mean anything either!"

"What happened to make you lose your dignity?"

Emperor Qianpan put down the red pen in his hand, tilted his head to look at it, and asked with some curiosity.

"Your Majesty!"

"Eight hundred miles of urgent news from Beijun!"

"The political envoy Liu Ji and the local wealthy clan raised troops to rebel, because of the elbow, the king of Chengjun escaped in a hurry. ”

"Huo Feiran, the governor of North County... ”

Listening to the little eunuch's gloomy tone, Emperor Qianpan's face couldn't help but change slightly, and he asked loudly:

"How is Huo Feiran, the governor of North County?"

"Governor Huo Feiran was loyal and brave to the country, and loudly rebuked the rebels, and counted their guilt. ”

"In the end, it is even more generous!"

"The whole North County is silent, and the whole world is silent!"

The little eunuch glanced at Li Defu, and after getting an affirmative look, he said in a pathetic tone.

"What!"

"Governor Huo Feiran has been martyred!"

"How did he die?"

Emperor Qianpan's face couldn't help but be shocked, and the red pen in his hand fell, stained with the twists and turns, but at this time, he couldn't care about these things.

There was only one thought in his mind.

That is the martyrdom of the Governor Huo Feiran!

The governor is a high-ranking official, with great authority, and guards the frontier for the Son of Heaven.

Such people are all pillars of the country and jade pillars in the court.

Even if Emperor Qianpan wanted to move them, he would think twice, for fear of causing a shock to the government and the opposition.

However, today, such a minister of the humerus died at the hands of thieves.

This kind of thing has never been done since the founding of the country. It is foreseeable that the entire government and the opposition will be shaken.

And just as he expected.

This twist and turn has reached the center.

When the ministers of the court saw this twist, the first rank of the court and the central government died at the hands of thieves.

The northern city of Beijun was attacked from within.

The king of Chengjun fled at night, and the county lord died. Either of these things is a great deal.

What's more, these things all happened overnight.

Whether it is the chief official of the three departments or the small officials, their faces are surprisingly ugly, and some people beat their chests with their hands and cry.

However, several elderly Hongru, while sad, there was indescribable relief in their eyes.

"Fight with reason, angrily reprimand the thief, this is righteousness, this is benevolence!"

"With his own strength, he dragged thousands of anti-thieves for half an hour, and in the end, he was killed by random arrows because he ran out of energy!"

"This is Yong!"

"I had the opportunity to escape, but I didn't escape, and I didn't feel moved in the face of high-ranking officials Houlu, this is loyalty!"

"Before you fight the battle, you will dismiss all the people in the house, and arrange soldiers to escort the people to leave first, so as to avoid the disaster of the pond fish, this is righteousness!"

"Loyalty, bravery, benevolence!"

Not only did it not insult my Confucian lintel!

On the contrary, it will be admired by future generations.

is worthy of being my Confucian son, this kind of style, this kind of ethics, worthy of emulation by people all over the world.

I think that the Confucian holy land will soon get news as well.

After all, Governor Huo Feiran was not an ordinary Confucian disciple.

He is a disciple of a semi-saint and a great Confucian of Confucianism, and at the last moment, he kept the backbone of Confucianism and sacrificed his life for righteousness.

How could such a disciple fall in vain?

"Liu Ji!"

"You kill my Confucian Confucian!"

"How can I, Confucian, let you go?"

A few big Confucians seemed to think of something, and their eyes suddenly became cold.

As a few of them thought, the current Confucian holy land is also in chaos.

The fall of Confucianism is still in this tragic situation.

Confucianism cannot fail to react.

Countless great Confucians gathered in front of the holy mountain, touching the ground with their foreheads, and their voices were mournful. It brings tears to your eyes.

Even the retreating Yasheng was alarmed.

This kind of thing is also rare in the history of Confucianism.

。。。

"I'm going to detain the palace late at night!"

"I'm going to meet the king of people!"

"This matter must not be counted like this!"

"My Confucian disciples can't die in vain!"

"The pillars of my court can't die in vain!"

Countless people were woken up from their sleep, and when they saw the song, their faces suddenly changed. As the officials gathered, the emotions of the crowd became more and more out of control.

Some people even proposed to lock the palace door at night.

You must know that the palace will lock the palace door after the unitary hour, and it will never be opened unless it is a major event.

It is precisely because of this rule that many ministers discuss matters in the palace, and if they miss the hour, they will stay in the palace.

It's not uncommon to have such a thing as a night lock on the palace gate in history, but it's a big thing every time.

"This?"

Just when a few old ministers hesitated. A bell rang in everyone's ears.

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Airplanes!

Standing on the top of the palace Jingshan, the Jingyang Bell, which has never been rung for decades, has been struck by someone.

The huge and loud bells reverberated in the dark night, and the lights and candles of countless mansions were suddenly lit up.

Countless important ministers of the court woke up from their dreams.

"Something is wrong!"

"Something must have happened!"

"Otherwise, Your Majesty will not ring the Jingyang Bell at night!"

"What the hell is going on?"