When you go, you are a living person, but when you come back, you only have one big tripod left?

This heirloom Confucian, died in Dingzhong and was cooked to death?

For a moment, the eyes of all the people became narrow, and their eyes seemed to be surging with strange emotions.

Throughout the ages, which great Confucian is not high up and passed down from the classics.

But this great Confucian died so miserably.

When he returned from Shandong, there were only dozens of escorts, and only dozens of people cried and mourned for him.

How bleak it is to end up like this.

This university scholar should have reached the age of retirement, but he did not flinch, and resolutely went to Shandong for the people of the world.

In exchange, it is the result of being cooked......

"Grandpa, what does it mean to be cooked?" A child, tugging at his grandfather's clothes, asked softly.

The grandfather picked up his grandson, and tears welled up in his eyes: "To be cooked, that is, to be cooked." ”

"It's cooked." The child shook his head innocently, indicating that he did not understand.

Grandpa sighed: "People are boiled ......"

The people around were surging with emotions.

The centurion tied the rope to himself, pulled the cart, and there was a big tripod on the cart, and dozens of soldiers behind him were helping to push, and he walked towards the direction of the palace in such a swaying manner.

Their rank was too low to send a message back to Beijing in an expedited manner of 800 miles.

I can't see the emperor either, and I personally tell the emperor about Yu Xuekui's righteous dedication.

All they can do is to win the name of Yu Xuekui.

Loyal ministers should not be buried.

His spirit should be remembered for generations to come.

"Yu Xuekui, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, sacrificed his life for righteousness and was loyal to the country, but unfortunately he was cooked, and he asked the court to reward him!"

"Hanlin Academy University Scholar Yu Xuekui, sacrifice his life to take righteousness......"

The centurion walked at the front, shouting desperately as he pulled the cart.

He wants to be eye-catching.

I hope that the court can see it and reward Yu Xuekui!

The cart pulled farther and farther away, pulled into the imperial city, and pulled in the direction of the imperial palace.

The centurion was still shouting, and the soldiers were still scattering white paper money.

In Dading, Yu Xuekui's loyal soul is still there, and he has returned to Beijing.

Although he died in a foreign country, he finally returned home.

In this way, being watched all the way, the centurion pulled this big tripod and came to the gate of the palace.

At this time, it is daylight.

The palace doors are wide open.

The centurion pulled the cart aside and knelt on the ground.

The rest of the soldiers also knelt down one after another.

In front of the palace, they didn't dare to scatter any more blank paper money.

But the soldiers gathered around the big ding, and knelt quietly.

They are not qualified to see the emperor, but their hearts will not die if they want to ask for the title of Yu Daxue.

Therefore, I can only kneel here and wait for someone to deal with it.

After understanding the situation, the Imperial Forest Army learned that this Dading was actually the place where Scholar Yu died, and he couldn't bear it and didn't drive it away.

……

At this time.

It coincided with the dispersal of the imperial court.

Baiguan walked along the palace road towards the palace gate.

Walking in the forefront are Yang Shiqi, Jian Yi, Xia Yuanji and others.

Yang Shiqi's speed was not fast, walking on the palace road, chatting with Jian Yi and others beside him.

"Count the days, I don't know what happened to Scholar Yu." Yang Shiqi, who was dressed in a red robe, said with emotion.

Jian Yi sighed lightly: "Yes, I haven't received news from Shandong." ”

"Master Yu, he went, can he come back?" Natsuhara shook his head.

Yang Shiqi was slightly stunned, his eyes dimmed a little, and he said, "I can't come back......"

Several civil officials glanced at each other and sighed softly.

They are worried about Yu Xuekui.

At this moment, Yang Shiqi looked outside the palace gate and found that on the side of the palace gate, there seemed to be a big ding.

And around that big ding, there were dozens of soldiers kneeling.

They knelt on the ground with their heads bowed and their white robes draped over them, and their sadness could be felt in their expressions.

Is this a white thing?

But why did it come to the gate of the palace?

Moreover, why is the big ding in the back not a coffin?

This scene, the impact is too strong.

When the soldiers knelt there, they brought a sense of grief to their faces.

Moreover, who has the courage to make a confession at the gate of the palace? And the Imperial Guards didn't even stop it.

"What's going on?" Yang Shiqi said loudly.

Hearing Yang Shiqi's reminder, Jian Yi, Xia Yuanji also looked outside the palace gate.

At this glance, that kind of sadness came to my face.

The picture of dozens of soldiers crying in a low voice, kneeling at the gate of the palace in white clothes, is too strong.

For some reason, Jian Yi's heart suddenly burst out inexplicably.

Suddenly, he had a bad premonition.

"I don't know, let's go and see." Jianyi's footsteps were unconsciously faster.

Xia Yuanji also looked over there, his eyes shrank slightly: "Who dares to make a statement at the gate of the palace?" ”

Several civil officials quickened their pace and walked towards the outside of the palace gate, intending to inquire about the situation.

Behind him, the civil officials and generals also felt very strange and surprised when they saw this scene, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace, followed Yang Shiqi and them, and walked towards the palace gate.

When a large number of red-robed officials rushed towards them, tears suddenly burst into the centurion's eyes!

"Here we are."

"They're finally here!"

"Brothers, please seal for Lord Yu!"

The centurion knelt on the ground, choked with excitement, then raised his hands high, completely bowed to the ground, and shouted: "Yu Xuekui, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, sacrificed his life for righteousness, and was loyal to the country, but unfortunately he was cooked, and only this mouthful of Dading remained, and I asked the court to reward him!" ”

"Please also ask the court to reward you!"

The centurion's voice came together.

All around, all the soldiers also bowed down completely and shouted together.

The roar passed through the palace gate and directly into the palace road.

It reached the ears of the hundred officials who were still walking towards them.

The hundred officials seemed to be frightened, and the footsteps stopped abruptly.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to be quiet, and only the shouts of the soldiers remained.

Yang Shiqi walked in the front and heard it most clearly.

He heard it clearly, Yu Xuekui gave up his life to take righteousness, unfortunately was cooked, and died in this big ding......

Die...... In this big ding.

Yang Shiqi began to tremble, he seemed to see the thin, cricket figure, step by step towards the hot oil pot, and then resolutely jumped in!

In the twelfth year of the same dynasty, Yang Shiqi and Yu Xuekui have always been in the same camp, and now when they heard that this old-timer actually died in a big ding, Yang Shiqi was shocked physically and mentally.

"Impossible!"

Yang Shiqi muttered, "Impossible! ”

"How could Master Yu be ......cooked?"

"King Han can't be so ruthless, impossible."

He muttered, his eyes full of disbelief.

For a while, he didn't dare to look up, and he didn't dare to look up at the big ding.

Jian Yi burst into tears in an instant.

Xia Yuanji was completely stunned in place, like a sculpture, completely dumbfounded.