On the 17th day of the 29th month of Zhengde, a day destined to go down in history.

On this day, two major events occurred in Chang'an City, which were comparable to earth-shattering.

First, Lu Zaizhong, who was the third and the first and the imperial court's six levies and six rejections, walked out of Taibai Mountain for disaster relief, and will give a lecture at Xuanpingmen three days later!

When the news came out, the scholars in Chang'an City, from the age of the sixtieth year to the enlightened children, all rushed to report.

Second, on this day, the officials of Jingzhao Mansion poured out of the nest and united with 2,000 soldiers of the Jing'an Division to search for and arrest in Chang'an City.

More than 20 high-ranking officials of the DPRK and the central government were all imprisoned.

For a time, all the officials in Chang'an City were worried.

I am afraid that someone will knock on the door of my yard in the next moment.

Night.

The day-long manhunt has come to an end.

Inside the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion.

Xu Yi sat on the Taishi's chair and quietly listened to the reports of the officials below.

Of the heads of more than 20 families, none of them escaped.

A moment later.

Xu Yi nodded slightly and said, "From tomorrow onwards, make every effort to count the money and goods, and be sure to do a good job in the warehousing and other matters, and leave this matter to Zhang Fuwei with full authority."

Hearing this, Zhang Kaiyuan stepped forward and said loudly, "Obey!"

Xu Yi paused, then picked up a pen and wrote lines of small characters on the paper.

He got up and handed the paper to Zhang Kaiyuan, and instructed, "Immediately write a notice and post it throughout the city."

Zhang Kaiyuan looked down, his heart instantly understood, and he bowed and said, "Obey! I'll do it."

"Go ahead." Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then walked out of the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion.

What was written on the paper was nothing else, but a piece of goods needed for disaster relief.

Moreover, the word donation was highlighted on the paper.

The meaning is self-evident.

......

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, there are only ten days left before the end of the year.

this day.

The sky was dark.

The front of Xuanping Gate gradually became lively.

Scholars dressed in Confucian shirts stepped on the morning frost and called for friends.

It didn't take a while.

The front of Xuanping was already overcrowded.

The noise has changed from the buzz at the beginning to the present, and it has a tendency to reach the sky.

Rong Pingchuan yawned and slowly walked out of the city gate tower.

When he walked to the battlement, he glanced at the crowded people below.

Then he withdrew his gaze without interest.

None of them.

Compared with the changes outside the city, what are these scholars in front of Xuanping Gate?

Thinking of the changes outside the city, Rong Pingchuan's body trembled slightly.

At the same time, the admiration for Xu Yi in his heart became more and more intense.

......

Chenshi.

The morning sun completely breaks through the clouds and shines its light on the world.

A three-horse carriage with its back to the glow slowly arrived at the Xuanping Gate under the opening of hundreds of officials.

On the side of the carriage, Xu Yi sat on the back of the horse and slowly looked at the excited readers.

The people who came obviously exceeded Xu Yi's expectations.

I just don't know how many people can walk outside the city.

Rong Pingchuan walked quickly down the city wall.

He clasped his fists and saluted, "Meet Lord Jing Zhaoyin."

Xu Yi nodded slightly, and said straight to the point: "General Rong, please open the city gate."

Rong Pingchuan agreed, then turned around and said loudly, "Open the city gate!"

Xu Yi turned his head to look at Huo Chenghu on the side and ordered, "Organize the listeners to go out of the city."

"Obey!" Huo Chenghu clenched his fists and agreed.

The words fell.

Huo Chenghu and the others carefully controlled the horses to shuttle through the world of scholars, loudly maintaining order.

When you want to listen, you need to go out of the city gate first.

In an instant, countless people's hearts froze.

Even the noise faded in an instant.

In the hearts of most of the scholars in Chang'an City, what does the outside of the city look like?

The victims were everywhere, the corpses were everywhere, the human body was dirty everywhere, and the stench was everywhere.

It's like hell on earth.

Is it worth it for a gentleman not to stand under a dangerous wall and put himself in danger in order to listen to a lecture?

For a while, the retreat did not know how to go.

Xu Yi's face was still the same, and he slowly drove the horse forward.

If you don't even have the courage to get out of the city.

Don't be a reader like that.

When Xu Yi and the carriage walked out of the city gate without hesitation.

As the carriage passed, all the scholars along the way looked at each other.

Just when everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Several horse-drawn carriages came again on the road in the distance.

"That...... That's the carriage of the Minister's grandson!"

"That...... The one in the back is the carriage of the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple!"

"Good! The Dali Temple is also here!"

"Taichang Temple left and right Shaoqing! The left and right Si Cheng of Taichang Temple also came!!

"Back! There's more!"

As the carriages symbolizing identity and status came, the outside of Xuanping Gate instantly boiled again.

Not far from Xuanping Gate, a restaurant on the third floor of the private room.

Li Guangli stood by the windowsill with a blank face, looking at the lively scene outside the Xuanping Gate.

Dali Temple, Honglu Temple, Taichang Temple, and even the officials of the six ministries have more or less come.

"Xu Yi, it's really calculating!" Li Guangli's gaze at Xuanpingmen gradually became cold.

Only then did he understand! The notice posted by Jingzhao Mansion on the night of the 17th day of the lunar month! It's not a threat at all!

It's about winning people's hearts!

It seems that he is forcing officials with demons in their hearts to donate money.

In fact, it gave them a reassurance!

Is it still a matter if you can solve it with money?

And between this coming and going, how could the officials not be grateful to Xu Yi?

After all, even Jing'an Si Cheng Li Bi didn't know whose name was on that holy decree! Not to mention the ordinary officials?

......

When the luxury carriages did not hesitate to cross the city wall and walk out of Chang'an City.

The readers who were originally hesitant stopped hesitating in an instant.

Even the court officials are not afraid, what are they afraid of?

It didn't take a while.

The drawbridge was crowded with scholars dressed in various Confucian shirts.

Outside the city.

Whether it's an official or a scholar.

The first thing I thought when I stepped out of the drawbridge was to rub my eyes.

What do they see?

There wasn't even a trace of snow on the clean ground! Not to mention the dirt.

Look not far away.

Rows of neat tents stood upright on the ground like well-trained soldiers.

Look further afield.

Porridge sheds, pools, and thatched huts dot the land like stars dotting the night sky.

Far from being obtrusive, it gives people a pleasing feeling.

The victims gathered in groups of three or five, busy with the business at hand.

Although they couldn't see their faces clearly, everyone seemed to be able to feel their emotions.

Quiet, peaceful, and pervasive every tent.

Throughout the day, the victims did not come forward to watch.

They were busy with the business at hand, as if they had never been there.

This...... These are two extremes from what they imagined.

"This ...... Is this the victim?" A young scholar's eyes widened, and he asked the official on the side with a face full of disbelief.

As the scholar asked, countless scholars around him instantly looked at the scholar who was busy guiding everyone.

The horse officer yelled a few times, but the curious reader completely ignored the horse officer's roar.

Everything is inferior, but reading is high.

Many people who read books often look down on this and look down on that.

This is just normal.

If it were in normal times, Ma Yajun would definitely be angry a few times, but he was really angry, but he couldn't tell them what it meant to be a showman and a soldier.

But this is no longer the case.

Holding back the anger in his chest, the officer wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked, "What did you just say?"

Where has the young scholar ever seen this scene, the appearance of the horse servant holding back his anger is like a demon who chooses people and devours them.

Just when the young scholar couldn't help but retreat.

A middle-aged scholar squeezed over.

He pointed to the victims not far away, and then asked, "Why is that?"

"Huh?" The official pretended not to understand, and said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Vulgar." The middle-aged scholar scolded in a low voice.

Then he didn't chew the words and said, "Let me ask you again, why is this happening outside the city?"

Ma Yashi looked at the middle-aged scholar's finger.

After a few breaths, he withdrew his gaze.

With a puzzled face, he said, "If this is not the case outside the city, what should it be?"

The middle-aged scholar didn't think about it, and blurted out: "You shouldn't ...... outside the city."

Just as the words were about to be spoken, the middle-aged scholar realized that something was wrong and hurriedly closed his mouth.

Ma Yajun took advantage of the victory and pursued, "What shouldn't it be?"

The middle-aged scholar's face turned red, and he couldn't refute it for a long time.

Ma Yashi sneered, and then said with a straight face: "Okay, okay, don't block here!" Hurry to the pulpit! If you're late, there's no good spot!"

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything from the mouth of the officer.

The crowd had no choice but to rush in the direction of the pulpit.

......

Hour (9 a.m.) ）

Lu Zaizhong ascended a makeshift pulpit.

Loudly explained the meaning.

Its explanations are witty and vivid, and contain certain unique insights.

For a while, more than a group of readers listened with relish, even Xu Yi was the same.

There is no time for preaching.

The morning sun slowly climbed in the sound of preaching, and then slowly moved westward.

When the time of Shen arrived.

Countless porridge sheds outside Xuanping Gate lit up almost at the same time.

The smoke of the cooking stove rose into the air, which was really spectacular.

When the smell of rice reached the pulpit, it instantly evoked the sound of countless insects.

Lu Zaizhong stopped talking, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Then he said loudly: "The hour is not early, it is not easy for you to go out of the city, and you can go back after dinner."

The words fell.

Not far away, the officials walked slowly with one disaster victim after another holding trays in their hands.

The contents of the tray were exceptionally simple.

Porridge and rice, cakes, two or three side dishes, that's all.

When the victims approached.

No one could see the dishes on the faces of the victims.

"The clothes are shabby, but they don't smell bad." A scholar looked at the victims who were slowly walking and shook his head and sighed, "If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew about the disaster, who would have known him?"

As the victims slowly moved forward.

Countless readers looked thoughtful.

Why did Lu Zaizhong walk out of Taibai Mountain and preach for a day?

They are all readers, who doesn't know it?

But now, do the victims need relief?

Apparently not.

Just as everyone was secretly thinking.

Lu Zaizhong slowly got up from the pulpit.

Lang said: "Are you curious, why is this Xuanping Gate diametrically opposed to what everyone has seen in the history books?"

The words fell.

The officials passed it on layer by layer.

In an instant, there were countless doubts.

Lu Zaizhong was puzzled, his face turned straight, and he slowly spoke: "What everyone sees now is true, and the starvation recorded in the history books is also true, with corpses all over the field, and Yizi eating!"

"Even outside the Xuanping Gate ten days ago, it was as recorded in the history books!"

"I know everyone is curious why in just a few days, there have been such earth-shaking changes outside Xuanping Gate."

Lu Zaizhong paused, and continued to say aloud: "The reason why Xuanping Gate has become what it is now is inseparable from the efforts of His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince!"

"It is inseparable from the efforts of the officials of Jingzhao Mansion! It is inseparable from the efforts of countless people in Chang'an City who have the world in their hearts!"

"It is also inseparable from the desire for life of the victims outside the city!"

"Without their unity, without their unity! The Xuanping Gate that you see today will be as starving and dead as described in the history books, and corpses will be strewn all over the field, and the children will be eaten!"

The words fell.

Countless scholars looked towards the sitting figure below the pulpit.

The scholar who was closer to Xu Yi could clearly see the little white hair under the white jade crown.

For a while, I was deeply touched, and I didn't know how much.

Lu Zaizhong coughed lightly and continued to say loudly: "On that day, the sixth prince asked Yao Silian to go to Taibai Mountain to find me down the mountain."

"When Yao Silian begged me to go down the mountain to help the six princes for disaster relief, he talked about how difficult the people of Guanzhong were, and how difficult it was for the six princes."

"Originally, the old man thought that this was just a pretext to invite me out of the mountain."

"But for the sake of many years of friendship, I had no choice but to temporarily agree to go down the mountain to have a look."

"At that time, I was not ready to fully agree."

"But when I traveled all the way from Taibai Mountain, what I saw and heard along the way completely changed my mind."

"What you have seen and heard along the way, how can you tell the story of a few strokes in the history books?"

Lu Zaizhong paused, and saw that the countless readers under the pulpit listened very carefully.

Then he continued, "On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, the first rain rained, and the rain poured down! After the snowfall, the sky and the earth are white."

"In the wind and snow, the car can't go, the horse can't walk, it is the Xuanping soldiers who dismount and push the carriage forward step by step!"

"At that time, the old man asked them, why are they so hard-working? Do you know what the soldier will say?"

"The soldier said, the sooner they sent me to Chang'an City, the sooner Lord Jingzhaoyin didn't have to fight alone! The victims outside the city will be able to live a better life one day sooner." jj.br>

"What is the rise and fall of the country, and the husband is responsible? This is!"

"These are the good sons of my Great Zhou!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of countless scholars looking at the soldiers and officials who maintained order on both sides quietly produced some indescribable changes.

But more often than not, he looked at the back of the person in the python robe sitting upright in the audience like everyone else.

from the pulpit.

Lu Zaizhong continued, "Later, before the sky was completely dark, we finally arrived at the post station sixty miles outside Chang'an City."

"When we arrived, lamb was being cooked in the inn."

"I know people are curious about why there is mutton in the inn, and I was curious at the time."

"After entering the post station, I learned that the mutton was sent by Jing Zhaoyin, not only the post station, but also the victims outside the city!"

"Later, I learned from the post chief that on the night of the 14th day of the lunar month, after the temperature plummeted, all the officials of Jingzhao Mansion had already rushed to the outside of Chang'an City."

"It wasn't until near the end of the day that they returned to Jingzhao Mansion, and that night they distributed countless goods to the victims to keep them warm."

"But there are more than 100,000 victims outside the city, how can that little cargo be enough?"

"After returning to Jingzhao Mansion, the six princes immediately took some officials and rushed to the family of Tobe Tian Shangshu for help."

"Along the way, a violent storm hit, and the six princes and a group of officials stared at the cold rain and walked into the distance without hesitation."

"Later, the six princes begged for cotton from the household department and tents from the palace."

"After that, all the officials of Jingzhao Mansion and hundreds of students from Guozijian braved the heavy snow to follow the Six Princes out of Chang'an City again!"

"They brought tents and other things to keep out the cold, and fought outside Chang'an City for a full day! If you count that night, that's a full day and a night!"

said.

Lu Zaizhong stretched out his hand and pointed to the high platform that loomed in the distance.

Again, "That day! The six princes, dressed in soaked python robes, stood on that high platform and commanded the officials, officials, soldiers, and disaster victims to face the sudden wind and snow!"

"The post chief said that when all the dust settled, the six princes were carried off the high platform with stiffness all over their bodies!"

"From the Captain's words, I can already imagine what it was like!"

"That moment! My determination to provide disaster relief has been completely strengthened! Not for anything else! Just because all are willing to give up everything for disaster relief! Even those who have their own lives!"

The words fell.

Bursts of extremely suppressed weeping gradually came from under the pulpit.

People's hearts are not iron, and they know their own warmth and coldness.

The rain and snow on the fifteenth day of the lunar month swept the entire city of Chang'an.

Just ask Chang'an City, who doesn't know the danger of that day?

It is precisely because I know that I understand the difficulty of Xu Yi and others.

At this moment, I don't know how many readers secretly made up their minds in their hearts.

They are not needed outside the Xuanping Gate, so what about the other city gates?

What about outside Chang'an? There is always a need for them.

At the same time, everyone's gaze at Xu Yi's back became more and more complicated.

As more news of Xu Yi came out, Xu Yi became more and more three-dimensional and image in everyone's hearts.

The word gentleman is no longer enough to describe Xu Yi in their minds!

Below the pulpit.

Xu Yi, who was facing away from everyone, blushed slightly at some point.

It's one thing to do, it's another thing to say it in public.

Even with Xu Yi's face, it will still be a little hot.

But it was slightly hot, but Xu Yi didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to stand up and stop it.

None of them.

Xu Yi knew in his heart that Lu Zaizhong was helping himself.

With Lu Zaizhong's status in the hearts of scholars in the world.

The more he says today, the more beneficial it will be to Xu Yi in the future.

This kind of good thing that is rare in a few years, how could Xu Yi cut it off with his own hands?

What's more, what Lu Zaizhong said is true, and it can definitely stand up to scrutiny and scrutiny.

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Chapter 165: Free reading from the pulpit outside the Xuanping Gate.