Although Yu Xuekui's qualifications are not enough and he is not old enough, as soon as Xu Xu died, the only one with a higher status in the Hanlin Academy was Yu Xuekui.

Xia Yuanji and Yu Xuekui hurriedly stood up and arched their hands: "Obey the emperor's orders." ”

Zhu Di bowed his head: "This opportunity was earned by Xu Xu with his life, don't let him down, don't let me down." ”

"Before Xu Xu is buried, you have to let him let me see a little bit of color, understand?"

The eyes of the two suddenly became firm: "Yes!" ”

Seven days to be buried, and in these seven days, the commercial tax reform must bear fruit.

Zhu Di waved his hand: "Okay, it's nothing, the prince is tired today, I am also tired, give you a holiday, go back and have a good rest." ”

The ministers carried Xu Xu's body and turned to leave.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army, Yin of Jingzhao Mansion also led the team to follow, suppressed the heroic soul for Xu Lao, and sent Xu Lao off.

This team is huge.

When he came, Xu Xu was alone.

When he went, Xu Xu was carried, followed by hundreds of officials, all of whom were green and red, from six books to seven junior officials.

Behind the hundred officials, there were hundreds of people from the Imperial Forest Army, and hundreds of people from Jingzhao Mansion followed to send off Xu Lao.

Xu Lao has been a country all his life, Zhu Di and the crown prince have not wronged him, and they have given him enough glory after his death, instead of being a rebellious minister who has been snubbed by the court.

He got the fame he deserved.

Also got the results he wanted.

Presumably, it should be a well-deserved death, Huang Quan is blind.

Yu Xuekui walked at the forefront, carrying Xu Lao's body, and when his tears were surging, he yelled: "Senior brother sends Xu Lao off!" ”

"Congratulations to Mr. Xu!"

"Old Xu, let's go."

At this point, the sky finally dawned.

Shine, the first opening!

Heaven and earth were no longer shrouded in darkness, and the rising sun, the faint light shone on Xu Xu's body, and he was sent home by hundreds of officials.

People will eventually die, or lighter than a feather, or heavier than Mount Tai......

……

The prince followed behind Zhu Di, and the father and son returned to the palace.

On the way, Zhu Di taught the prince: "What can you say?" You are a prince, what qualifications do you have to make decisions for Daming? ”

"Do you know that you will still be a king in the future, and you will have a lot of time to run this country, and you dare to ruin your reputation?"

Zhu Di stretched out his hand and slapped the prince's head fiercely: "You pig brain." ”

The prince smiled awkwardly: "Dad, I'm not in a hurry." ”

At the same time, my heart warms.

Zhu Di said with emotion: "This wicked person can only be a father, anyway, my father rebelled against your grandfather, and killing his nephew is already a big crime, so I am not afraid of this." ”

"But there is one thing, my father is a wicked man, and my children and grandchildren must be good people."

The prince's eyes were slightly red: "Daddy......"

Zhu Di patted the prince on the shoulder, smiled indifferently: "You can't let it be written in the history books, our old Zhu family is a bad nest." ”

After that, he kicked the prince and taught him a lesson: "Have a longer memory in the future." ”

……

It's just dawn.

In this huge Yingtian Mansion, there are several heavy news.

When the dynasty boss, the scholar of the Hanlin Academy, the highest university sacrifice wine martyred the country, died of death, just to change the national policy, commercial tax reform!

This is a true national warrior.

The emperor remembered his heart for the country and the people, and could not bear to judge it as a rebellion, so he posthumously called Wenzhong, presented the pillar country, and agreed to the policy of commercial tax reform to calm his heart.

As soon as the news came out, it exploded.

Inside the National Prison.

More than 200 prisoners, as well as the lecturers of Guozijian, were shocked.

even cried and ran to Xu's house.

Sure enough, I saw that there was a white tomb hanging in the Xu Mansion, and there was a sound of mourning music from inside, with a long grievance and a low voice.

"Teacher!"

"Teacher."

For a while, Wu Yangyang knelt down outside the gate of Xufu.

The prisoners wept.

In this era, the teacher is more important than the sky, and the relationship between teacher and student is equivalent to father and son.

When the teacher died, how could the students not be heartbroken?

"The teacher is for the country and the people, and he deserves to die as he deserves!"

"Teacher, the students have come to pay their respects to you."

"The countryman is unparalleled, the teacher has proved to us with his life, in the future, if there is any corrupt person among the disciples of the teacher among the prisoners and other prisoners, don't blame everyone for pointing their swords at one place and eliminating harm for the country!"

"No one is allowed to fall into the name of the teacher's loyalty!"

The prisoners cried sadly and kept kowtowing outside.

The passers-by were all moved by it and felt the deep affection of teachers and students.

This group of prisoners is likely to become state officials in the future, and many of them will become important ministers of the imperial court.

But it is precisely because of this spirit of passing on the torch that generations of scholars and doctors in the early Ming Dynasty were willing to die for the country, because this was the belief passed on to them by the teacher.

There is one Xu Xu dead, and there are thousands of Xu Xu!

The officials bowed one by one, and then left.

All the great Confucians of the Hanlin Academy kept a vigil for them, and the students of the Guozijian knelt outside the courtyard, wearing linen and filial piety, to guard the spirit of the teacher.

In short, it is no longer a door, but a market.

Xu Miao cried the most, because this was both his teacher and his grandfather.

Kneeling in front of the coffin, Xu Miao, dressed in a white cloth, had a face like ashes: "Grandpa, I will pass on the spirit of passing on the torch for you, and your students will also pass it on." ”

"Don't be afraid that no one will die for Da Ming in the future, we are here."

Xu Miao strengthened the idea in his heart, and began to fantasize that even if he really wanted to die for the country one day, he would die a heroic death and use all the Dafa of the Zhu family's manifestation in front of the people.

In this way, it is finally a wave of sainthood!

……

The great Confucians near Ying Tianfu also admired him after hearing the news that this master of science had died.

"Old Xu is a model for my generation."

"He is worthy of setting up his heart for heaven and earth, and establishing his life for the people!"

"Tell the students that when they study in the future, they must take Xu Lao as an example, don't be a pest of the Ming Dynasty, and be a real national soldier."

After hearing the news from all over the country, many students and Confucians came to worship Xu Lao.

Zhu Mansion, Zhu Chen heard that Xu Xu was dead, and his heart trembled fiercely.

The gray old man who was still by his side a few days ago and listened carefully to the national policy really died like this?

"He died for the country, and the emperor also agreed to reform the national policy, and he died unjustly." Cuihua said in a low voice.

Between the words, the old man also admired him a little more.

Zhu Chen sighed with emotion: "Yes." ”

But for some reason, Zhu Chen still has a little regret in his heart, perhaps, it is a pity for Xu Lao.

Such a good person, just died......

Zhu Chen stood up and walked out of Zhu's mansion quickly, intending to go to worship.

But at this moment.

Outside Zhu's mansion, there were suddenly bursts of hurried footsteps.

Immediately afterwards, a group of students dressed in linen and filial piety suddenly knelt in front of Zhu Chen's door and yelled again and again.

"I implore Zhu to teach me how to learn from my heart!"

"The teacher opened the door to the reform of commercial taxation with his death, we must pass it on, and the reform of commercial taxation must not fail, and I implore Zhu to teach us."

"I implore Zhu to teach us!"

The reform of commercial taxation was proposed by Zhu Chen.

The teacher died for it, but the teacher's career has not yet succeeded, and they must pass it on!

Therefore, they knelt down and came to beg Zhu Chen.

Except for Xu Miao, who was blushing and having a thick neck, feeling embarrassed, and having a blushing face and a thick neck, almost all the inmates were present.

More than 200 people, Wu Yangyang knelt in front of Zhu Chen's door, crying blood and begging.

"I implore Zhu to teach us the strategy of commercial tax reform."

"We don't understand what we should do to make the commercial tax reform successful."

"Please teach us the head of the case."

All around, pedestrians looked sideways, and after hearing that this was the home of Zhu, they all cast admiring eyes.

Because, commercial tax reform was the first thing he proposed.

This is also a good person for the country and the people.