Good man, good officer. I have fellowship with you, but I am not close to you, I have observed you on the I side, indifferently, indifferently, not very concerned, but I have never let go.

Then, I found that you are mostly different from the good officials I have seen in previous lives.

Those loyal ministers were very honest and upright, and had high moral standards for others and themselves, and they could not rub the slightest sand in their eyes, and when they saw the slightest evil, they vowed to stand up and fight to the end. Most of them can't see the world's vices, the world's laziness, the world's unmotivated, and they can't see the world's extravagance, the world's absurdity.

And you are different, you are tolerant and generous, you can tolerate many things, you can accept, you can not care.

You have the same moral requirements for yourself as they do, but the difference is that you don't feel superior to others because of this kind of ethics, and you never force others with your morality. So, you appreciate my talent, but you don't force me to change my life. You live a simple life yourself, but you don't blame me for my extravagance.

You are generous, you are generous, and you are more suitable for the world than they are. You know more about the skills of being an official.

I've been secretly watching you, and then, deep in my heart, a dark thought slowly sprouts.

Let me seduce, seduce a good official to face temptation, to give up his integrity, let me see how far an upright person can persevere.

The Qing officials and loyal ministers I have seen in the past, many of their generosity and righteous deeds, should also have the idea of hoping to leave a name for eternity and let future generations pass on the idea of good talk. For the sake of this, it seems worth sacrificing everything.

So, if I lure a good official in the name of righteousness and destroy the character and reputation that the literati value most, what reason does he have to continue to stick to his original choice?

The Qing officials and loyal ministers I have seen before can resist the temptation, the temptation of power and wealth, because they regard all this as a flood of beasts in the morning, and drive them far away with a gesture of rejection. If you haven't been in it, you haven't felt its beauty, so it doesn't seem too difficult to fight it. Just like a monk who has never tasted women, it is always easier to keep a pure heart and few desires than a prodigal son who has tasted ecstasy.

So, if I let a person fall into the quagmire completely, and get dirty, and everyone thinks he is the dirtiest person in the world, can he still make a heart clean and unstained with dust? If he saw the power of power and enjoyed the taste of wealth, would he still be able to remember his original intention?

When he begins to bend down, bow his head, and bend his knees for all sorts of reasons, will he get used to such comfort, and forget to stand up when he must be?

When he can accept bribes today to help an ordinary person, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or next year, the year after tomorrow, the year after tomorrow, will he extort the people for his own selfish desires?

Everything is easy at first, but it is too difficult to stick to it without spoiling.

Just like many heroes and great men in legends, the founding emperors, when they raised the banner, they always said that they were for the people of the world, and when they used conspiracy to harm others, they always said that they had to make sacrifices for the sake of great causes, but when all the sacrifices became taken for granted, all the people in the world could also be sacrificed for their selfish desires.

So, that day, I saved you, and that day, I told you how to get promoted and make a fortune, and how to make compromises.

I obviously know that with your temperament, if you become a petty official, you will at most lose your official position in the future, and at least you can ensure peace and tranquility for the rest of your life, but if you really rise step by step, either one day, in that muddy pit, you will become unrecognizable, or he will be killed because of this unchanging persistence.

Still, I pushed you into the trap without blinking an eye.

This time, I'm going to finish my dissertation my way through, through my own requirements.

I'm going to watch you, watch your every effort, every step of your struggle.

Yes, I don't believe that in this dark world, human nature can be so noble, I don't believe that in this despicable officialdom, people's minds can be so noble.

I prefer to confirm that all heroes and loyal servants have weaknesses, their great deeds are made up of illusions, all persistence can be broken, and all ideals can be disillusioned.

I want to confirm that it turns out that all loyal and righteous people, in their bones, are actually no different from ordinary people like me.

You think I'm wandering and playing at the ends of the earth, but in fact, I spend a lot of time with you, but you never notice it.

I have watched you take all kinds of bribes, large sums of money, come and go from your hands, and you will have no problem using them however you want, and yet, you have never left a penny for yourself.

I have never been able to understand that people live in the world just to make their lives better. So why, you can be so yourself.

I watched you go around socializing, groveling to the superiors, but you

?? , there has never been the slightest humbleness and self-shame, loss and giving up.

I have never been able to understand, aren't the most particular about reading people? Isn't human dignity, human nobility, the most inviolable? Wasn't there countless ministers and righteous men in ancient times, shouting loudly that soldiers can be killed, and they should not be humiliated? Why, you can still do all this with dirt and dirt.

Of course, I know you're not painless.

On that day, you received a letter from an old friend who had made up your mind to be a classmate, accusing you of being greedy for ink and for going against the character of a scholar

Ambition.

I was outside your window, with you, watching you silent, holding the letter, sitting alone all night.

That year, the elders of your clan passed by the Daimyo's Mansion, and you went to greet you in person, but the stubborn and cold old man didn't even look at you from beginning to end. I didn't answer you, and I crossed the border.

I poured myself a drink on your rooftop, and watched you alone in your room, drinking until you were drunk.

On that occasion, you went back and forth in several places in the Shangguan Mansion, giving gifts, begging, laughing together, suffering from cold ridicule and difficulty, and finally begged for half of the money that had been withheld for river control, and just rushed back to the Daimyo's Mansion, you encountered the tragic incident of the river embankment collapsing and crushing several workers to death. The workers who built the embankment were so angry and hated that they called your name on the embankment and scolded you, saying that you were a corrupt official who had lost all your conscience, and that you had swallowed the money for river control alone, but the river workers had lost their lives.

When you hear the scolding, you don't say anything, but quickly draw up the silver taels, assign men, and rebuild the embankment as soon as possible.

That night, you were alone, huddled in a corner of the room, in a daze for a long time, and then, like a weak child, wept silently.

I thought you were grieving for the grievances and wrongs you had suffered, but when I leaned in out the window and gathered my internal strength to listen, I only heard you muttering to yourself, blaming yourself for your incompetence, your weakness, for not being able to get the money for the river faster, for not being able to stop the disaster before it happened.

All the time, you have not changed, between the mud, and your heart is as pure as the moon.

All the time, you don't change, even if you're sad, even if you're tired, even if you're not understood by anyone.

As a scholar, you have ruined your reputation, but you are unwilling to give up on yourself, but you still have not forgotten the original intention of embarking on this path.

As an official, you are not upright enough, not noble enough, and not qualified enough to leave a brilliant mark in the history books.

You are so busy every day that your feet don't touch the ground, you are tired and tired, your sideburns are gradually rising, and the haggard meaning in your eyes is getting heavier, but I know that you who have chosen this path cannot stay in the world with a straight name, a British name, and a good name.

In the future, there may only be one or two lines left for you in the history books, perhaps, just an evaluation of a capable official......

Look, it's just a capable official, and even the word "minister" may not be mixed.

I've been waiting, I can't wait for you to change, I've been watching, I can't see you change.

However, I still do not understand what forces drove you to make such a sacrifice.

You are different from me, your life is so short, every day, every minute, every second, is so precious, why should you embarrass yourself so much for the sake of the people of the world.

You are not me, you only have one life, but you are pushing yourself to higher, colder, and more dangerous places step by step.

You are not me, all your choices cannot be repeated, and every result must be borne by a lifetime, and yet, in this way, with some pain but no regret, you have ruined the most important posterity of the scholar.

I know that my dissertation will never be completed, and I will never be able to pass my own requirements, because I will never understand and understand.

I was in it myself, but because the stakes were so insignificant to me, it was impossible to really feel it.

I look at everything about you coldly from the sidelines, thinking that the bystanders are clear, but I am not you after all, no matter how much I watch, I can't replace you to think, understand, and feel.

However, it was you who made me believe that in this world, there are truly upright souls and noble hearts, and it turns out that in the indifferent and dark world, there will be warmth and light.

It turns out that the people recorded in the history books, they are truly existent, truly great.

No matter how young you are, how advanced science and technology are, and how the times change. There is always something in them, always there, always there, shining.

Maybe those of us in the future generations can't see or feel it, but the brilliance will always be there, and it will never change because of our stupidity, meanness, selfishness, and callousness.

I gave up my own dissertation and started to follow the rules of the school to do the dissertation that had to be given to the professor and was sure to pass.

When the country was in danger, I stepped forward, and I scattered all my family wealth and enlisted in the border guard. I'm still playing the role of the game perfectly.

Maybe the state of mind is different from the past few lifetimes, but it doesn't affect anything?

However, I have given up on continuing to observe you, but you have come to me, and you have come with me to face the danger of the country. But you are angry at me for the unfair treatment I have received

?? The ideals that had been adhered to until now were abandoned.

I know that you were impulsive, and I know that you will regret it afterwards.

You are a fool who will value your friends more than your own life, but you will regard your family, country, and the well-being of the people as more important than everything else.

However, I was still moved.

Lu Dongli, you take so many people and so many things so seriously, but what about yourself?

In your heart, you put yourself in the first place.

Lu Dongli, why are you so stupid as to regard a person who coldly pushes you into the quagmire as a confidant, why do you regard a person who is bent on using you as more important than your own life?

Lu Dongli ......

Do you know......

I......

In fact......

Just taking advantage of you!

This night, Lu Dongli was drunk and drowning, and seemed to hear Feng Jinjie in his ears, telling a long, long, very far away story.

What the story was, he couldn't hear a word, he couldn't remember a word.

After a long, long time, in his vague memory, there was always the sad voice of Feng Jinjie, but he always felt that it was just an illusion.

That Feng Jin Festival, the guy who was relegated to the kitchen, and happily patted his chest and claimed to be a generation of celebrity chefs, even when his head was cut off at the end, he never showed a trace of sadness.

These chapters are written with great ups and downs, and I feel that I have dragged it out a bit, but I can't help it, I just feel that I have something to say, and I must write it out to be comfortable.

In fact, what I want to write in these chapters is very simple, and it is just a little confusion as a modern person and the lack of some values.

Since when did we begin to like to reflect on life, and began to be willing to criticize heroes, and boast of not blindly following them, but having thoughts?

When we are in an era when there is no war, no famine, and no worries about food and clothing, when we blow the air conditioner, drink Coke, and play on the computer, we can casually study whether Yue Fei is a national hero and whether Yuan Chonghuan should be killed.

When we see a report of a heroic rescue who lost his life, the first thing that comes to our mind is that this person is stupid.

When we see someone selflessly extending a helping hand to poor orphans, we begin to wonder if he is not trying to take this opportunity to become famous.

We have learned to doubt, but we have learned not to trust.

We no longer worship heroes, no longer sing the praises of heroes to show our maturity, we are no longer naïve.

And that includes myself.

I'm like a lot of people, ordinary, selfish, weak, maybe not a bad person, but definitely not that noble, maybe I don't do bad things, maybe I do one or two good things when it's easy, but that's all.

Therefore, when I read reports, history books, legends, and great people and events, I will be stunned, I will be puzzled, and I will be confused......

However, I can't do it, but I admire people who can do it, I don't understand such sentiments, but respect this sentiment.

I have always wanted to write some words for many, many people who are worthy of respect, worship, and admiration.

Even if, in our time, heroes are no longer on top, people no longer aim to learn from those people with lofty ideals, people pay more attention to individuality, pay more attention to freedom, and do not expect to cultivate their hearts and sentiments into saints.

However, I still hope that in the bottom of most people's hearts, there can be a soft place to accommodate these shining things, and in our hearts that are gradually pale and rough by reality, there can be a small piece of place where dreams and warmth still exist.

In addition, a reader just asked me what the few canons of Jinjie are, and I will take a look at it here.

Yue Fei was killed on trumped-up charges, so there is no need to explain more.

Zhou Yafu bought weapons for his funeral, but the emperor said that he wanted to rebel, and he replied that this was a burial after death, and the judge who judged him said confidently, you don't rebel if you live, but you will rebel when you die.

Zhang Tang said that a person scolded the emperor, and that person said, I didn't scold, Zhang Tang said, you didn't scold in your mouth, but you scolded in your heart.

Yu Qian didn't commit any crime, but others insisted that he wanted to make King Fan the emperor and conspire against him, but he couldn't find any evidence, so he said that although he didn't do it, he wanted to do it in his heart. It's the same as doing.

The above examples allow us to deeply appreciate the breadth and profundity of the text, and deeply understand what is the sin of desire, and what is the lack of words.

Finally, one more word, I saw the comment written by Meng Ning for Xiaolou, and I could only giggle happily, and whispered that Xiaolou hadn't seen a long comment for a long time.

In addition, it is really well written and very thoughtful, and thinking about these new chapters of mine can make some readers willing to think, willing to write long reviews, and tell me that they are moved, which is also the thing that touches me the most.