Tonight.

The Confucian family, which has been descending for thousands of years, has maintained the face and dignity of eternity, and all of them have been trampled on the ground and deeply crushed into the soil.

The saint is infallible, and the sin is in the present.

Taisun's words are very clear, and they are also the bottom line, and above this bottom line, no matter what you do, there will be no mistake.

Tang Keke's eyes were gloomy, staring at the people in the Confucian Mansion led by Kong Gongjian in front of him.

Ears, the explosion in the trench to the south was coming to an end.

The earth shook one after another between heaven and earth, accompanied by the night wind, and the smell of gunpowder after burning and exploding, mixed with the smell of earth that had only appeared for countless years, burrowed into people's nostrils.

Tang Keke has been reading since he was a child and distinguishing the world, but at this moment he has a completely different feeling. In front of him is the blood of the saint, and the mansion is a family of saints that has been inherited for thousands of years.

I lit a fire tonight, and even lit it in front of the saint family. Quietly, something in Tang Keke's heart and his past cognition began to change a little differently.

The people of the Confucian Mansion, who were still a little noisy, felt the surging of the soil under their feet in the flickering and roaring of the fire in the night, and became silent.

It was happening five miles away, and it was still so clear.

What if it happened in the Confucian Mansion?

In everyone's hearts, such a question was thought of tacitly.

At this moment, the children of these generations of glorious and noble saint families finally felt that under the glory and nobility, there was still the threat of blood and fire.

It doesn't matter if you can save your face or not.

Staying alive seems to have become a really important thing, a priority.

Kong Gongjian's chest rose and fell for a while, but he always felt out of breath, and his heart was more like a big stone being pressed.

No!

It was a big mountain.

Tang Keke also felt that there was a big mountain in front of him, but the foot of this mountain had been blown open by himself with gunpowder.

He doesn't have to learn from Yugong, and he will spend hundreds of generations of descendants to go to the mountain.

Because he has the most powerful gunpowder in the world in his hands, and the most elite soldiers and horses of the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, Tang Keke looked at Kong Gongjian, who had not spoken for a long time, and said again: "How strong is our army?"

The sword kills people in the visible, and words eat people in the invisible.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the next successor of the Confucian Mansion, for the sake of the last remaining bit of decency in the Confucian Mansion, Kong Gongjian felt that he would probably vomit blood and faint.

There was a strange sweetness in my throat.

Kong Gongjian understood that it was the smell of blood.

He arched his hands, his face was extremely pale, and there was no trace of emotion: "The officers and soldiers are strong, majestic."

Kong Gongjian felt that when he said this, his throat and eyes were showing resistance, braving the blazing fireworks.

Tang Keke snorted twice, a smile on his face.

Kong Gongjian glanced at the trench that had just detonated in the south, his eyelids sank slightly, he waved his arms and bent over, and the etiquette was extreme: "The army is hard, and the contempt government does not dare to disturb, so don't let it go."

Tang Keke clenched his fists and raised them randomly.

This is the kind of coping that is not willing to return the gift.

Kong Gongjian didn't speak, he closed his mouth and took two steps back before turning around, looking at the angry clansmen in his eyes, he shook his head silently, and then walked alone to the high gate of the Confucian Mansion in the unwilling to look around at these clansmen.

The face of the Kong family today cannot be recovered, let alone the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers who are currently in it.

As Kong Gongjian turned around and left, the Confucian people who stayed behind had no choice.

Originally, they dared to shout filial piety and scold a few words, but when the roar passed, no one had the courage.

In the end, he could only silently wave his robe, silently expressing his anger and dissatisfaction.

Tang Keke always kept a calm disregard, sitting back and watching these Kong family members rush over, and watching these people leave like walking corpses

Go.

Wait until the crowd under the high gate of the Confucian Mansion is crowded.

Only then did Tang Keke turn around and raise his arms, and said in a loud voice, "Order the west, act according to the established military order, and be sure to protect the saint family before the traitors arrive."

In the dark, under the high gate of the Confucian Mansion, it seemed that the steps were built a little high, and inadvertently there was a muffled sound of several people stepping on the air and falling to the ground.

……

"Hahahahaha......"

"Tonight...... Hahaha...... While...... Ha ha...... ...... seriously."

"Hahaha......

A burst of laughter sounded in the camp of the Chinese army outside the Confucian Mansion, resounding through the night, startling a few wild birds scattered in the fields.

Tang Keke, who returned to the camp from outside the Confucian Mansion, was already smiling with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

The laughter and breath made the candle flame between him and Zhang Zhiyuan flicker for a while, and the candlelight kept shaking the figures of the two on the camp tent, dragging out long or short shadows.

Zhang Zhiyuan frowned coldly, and poured a cup of warm tea soup for Tang Keke: "Drink some tea, and then speak."

Tang Keke was already laughing so hard that his stomach hurt at this time, wiping the tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes with one hand, and holding the teacup with the other.

The laughing tears were wiped away, Tang Keke also held the teacup to his mouth, raised his head and drank it all, and then let out a sigh of relief, his face was full of joy.

He put it in the teacup, patted it, and smiled: "Brother Zhang really deserves to take a look, and see what kind of goods this so-called thousand-year-old good saint family is.

Tonight is really not happy, even when I was a child, I have never had such a pleasure tonight."

Zhang Zhiyuan snorted: "As long as there are smart people in the Kong family, they will choose tonight's approach. More than 10,000 troops are lying on the couch, do they really dare not back down? But other than that, you and I can really swing a knife at this family?"

The voice of reason sounded in the big tent, Tang Keke immediately retracted all his smiles, and even raised his hands and rubbed his cheeks fiercely.

"But our plan, everything is going according to expectations."

Tang Keke, who restrained his happy smile, had an old gaze flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Zhiyuan nodded: "It's not bad, with you making such a fuss tonight, it is impossible for the Kong family to stand by and watch no matter what." Unless, they really don't have the slightest face."

"Humph!" Tang Keke snorted coldly, with a murderous aura in his eyes: "If it weren't for the fact that their family has done a lot of injustice, but there is a saint archway to control it, why would we have to go to such great lengths."

"Saints are infallible!" Zhang Zhiyuan glared at Tang Keke, repeated the words sent by Zhu Yunxi, and continued: "The rebellion in Shandong Province is different from Henan Province, but it is similar. In the twenty-eighth year of the Ming Dynasty, in the early years of the opening of the country, how could there be such a big rebellion? Is it true that I have lost the hearts of the people? I don't think so. It's these people who are afraid, they're worried, they feel like they're losing their interests."

Tang Keke sighed lightly, probably because the amount of activity tonight was too much, and he had just pressed down another cup of tea, and there was a stirring in his stomach at the moment.

Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "The Confucian Mansion occupies half of the land, and the people of the Half Mansion farm day and night, and there is only one family. The imperial court carried out innovation, and the land was spread into acres, and the people of the half-mansion could still be based on the half-mansion?

Our army went south, and the Shandong Provincial Capital Division did not come out day by day, and the three divisions of the yamen were in violation of the yin and yang, whether they did not know the will of the imperial court, or they had the instructions of other families.

A rebellion that shook the government and the opposition, where are the traitors of the past and present?"

"In my opinion, the rebellion in Shandong Province has nothing to do with the Kong family!" Tang Keke patted again angrily: "Earlier, His Royal Highness had just toured west, and when he arrived at Xuzhou Mansion, he encountered an ambush, and it was found that it was the White Lotus Sect. Can be ......"

Tang Keke paused for a moment, looked at Zhang Zhiyuan in front of him, and after turning his gaze twice, he put away his voice and whispered: "The truth found out, the mastermind is surnamed Kong, and everyone respectfully calls him Mr. Kong."

Even though he had thought about it in his heart for a long time, Zhang Zhiyuan, who had been conclusively confirmed for the first time, still opened his mouth silently.

"If so, then this rebellion was premeditated,

Or maybe they've already had all sorts of things in mind."

Tang Keke nodded heavily: "It must be so. When they saw His Highness touring the west, they were afraid of finding out the truth in the place, so they dared to attack and kill His Highness.

Later, His Royal Highness was in Henan Province to provide disaster relief and also conduct an inventory of Henan Province, and they began to panic, knowing that they had reached the point of despair.

Therefore, they planned the rebellion in Henan Province and Shandong Province, and the so-called Wanmin sent a letter to impeach and beg His Majesty to depose His Royal Highness the Emperor."

Zhang Zhiyuan felt more disgusted with the family surrounded by the army at this moment.

He was even more resolute: "Therefore, this time our plan must be carried out. As long as the Confucian Mansion is surrounded, as long as they are forced to lose face and make them lose face, they can be forced to take the initiative to recruit traitors.

As long as the traitors come and our army quells the rebellion in Shandong Province, we will no longer have a reason to stay in Shandong Province. When the time comes, their predicament will be solved."

This is the real reason why Zhang Zhiyuan and Tang Keke decided to continue to go south and lead the army to Qufu.

Besiege Confucius, walk around fictitious military intelligence espionage.

Not to clear the so-called Shandong Dao rebellion, but to force the Kong family and force them to hand over those so-called traitors.

However, Tang Keke shook his head, and said with a somewhat uncertain face: "It's just that tonight, I don't think things will be so simple."

Zhang Zhiyuan's eyebrows twitched: "Why? What do you see?"

"Kong Gongjian!" Tang Keke pressed his hands on the table and looked directly at Zhang Zhiyuan: "He is really smart, even if I slap my face in public again and again, and trample the dignity of the Confucian Mansion under my feet, he has never acted aggressively.

But the more he did that, the more worried I became. Maybe they won't take the initiative to summon or contact those traitors for the sake of a momentary face, as we think, to come to Qufu and let us wipe them out."

"You're saying they have other means?"

Zhang Zhiyuan was also a little uncertain at this time, after all, this is a family of saints who have descended for thousands of years.

It is the Ming Dynasty, a family that has been particularly respected by all dynasties, and the only Yan Shenggong in the world.

After the Ming Dynasty deposed the official position of prime minister, the imperial court was ruled by six Shangshu, and Yan Shenggong, as the head of the sage family, although he did not live in Beijing, he naturally had the status of a scholar in the world.

This is the faint identity of the first official in the world.

Above the court, how many people have never been to Qufu, but they still have a friendship in their hearts?

Zhang Zhiyuan didn't dare to think about it, so he could only raise his eyes to look at the dark night outside the tent, accompanied by a light sigh.

Tang Keke completely lost his previous good mood, and said in a low voice, "The Confucian Mansion is besieged, and we can only do things five miles away. But they can't say that they can do more things in the Jingshi thousands of miles away."

As he spoke, Tang Keke clasped his hands and faced Zhang Zhiyuan: "When the time comes, I'm afraid that Brother Zhang will have a meal from the court."

Zhang Zhiyuan smiled: "The headquarters ordered the rebellion in Pingzhen Shandong Road, and the situation of the foreign enemy will change rapidly, and the imperial court will be accountable, and the headquarters should defend itself afterwards. The most important task at the moment is to condemn Shandong's rebellion by unscrupulous means!"

When Tang Keke finished speaking, he clapped his hands and applauded, and got up and poured a cup of tea for him.

The two looked at each other, both smiling.

Then, raise the teacup and drink it all.

……

Rumble......

At noon, in the land of Qufu, there was a sudden roar in the wilderness, thunder moved, the earth's crust shook, calcium carbide sparks, and countless flying stones splashed into the distant field.

At this time, it was time for the crops to ripen, and the people went out of their homes to the fields that had already begun to be dried with water and harvested the long-awaited crops.

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The peasant people, who bowed their heads in shock, got up and raised their heads worriedly, and looked at the outside of the Confucian Mansion that had been moving like this for half a month.

Seeing that it was still the same group of officers and soldiers, or those trenches, busy harvesting the crops, and paying the rent, the rest of the people who could be loaded into the rice jars of their granaries lost their panic and curiosity, and leaned down again, harvesting the already heavy crops with their hands and feet.

The Confucian Mansion occupies a very large area, and the white walls that are towering and constantly refreshed in the past have long been stained with yellow-gray spots.

I don't know if it was the cause of the gunpowder explosion, or why.

Every time gunpowder was detonated in a trench five miles away, countless mud would splash heavily and hit the white wall, or fall into the Confucian Mansion.

In this regard, the Confucian Mansion has changed from the shock and anger of the first night to a state of silence, sitting on the reality that everything happens day after day.

Even the servants who had been guarding outside the gate of the mansion in the past did not come out in the early days, and there were also patches of dirt on the closed door of the mansion.

The trenches were dug deeper and deeper, but the rebellion in Shandong Road seemed to have really disappeared.

It is rumored that the traitors who intended to come to Qufu and loot the thousand-year-old saint family are nowhere to be found.

The Yamen of the Third Division of Shandong Province, as well as Yanzhou Mansion and Qufu County, all came, as if they wanted to persuade the army to make some changes. It's just that after looking at the Confucian Mansion with the door closed, and Zhang Zhiyuan, who is always busy with military affairs and can't be seen, he can only just lobby.

On the contrary, the yamen of each division are not far from the camp of the Chinese army, and a small camp has been built in Qufu County, and the officers of the county yamen protect the big men of the yamen of each department, and they have to look at the direction of the camp of the Chinese army several times a day.

It seems that he wants to see when Zhang Zhiyuan, who has been busy with military affairs all day, will be able to meet them.

Shandong Dao, where no good news has been reported to Yingtiancheng, seems to have reached a stalemate in the rebellion that was originally disturbing.

And thousands of miles away in Yingtian City.

The previous emperor thundered, and the turmoil of Jinyiwei arresting the small half of the court was about to be calmed down, and the matter of Jingcha was officially put on the agenda.

His Royal Highness King Qin, who was pinned on by the emperor and trusted by the crown prince, was busy day and night.

The voices in the court are getting quieter and quieter, and everyone is in danger.

No one wants to be sent to Jinyi Weizhao Prison.

These days, anyone who walks by outside the Jinyi Guard's yamen intuitively hears the groans and miserable cries of their former colleagues who are imprisoned in Zhao Prison.

It's just that.

This peace will eventually be broken.

Another ten days.

The imperial city is discussed, and the emperor listens to the government at the imperial gate outside the Fengtian Palace, and the crown prince stands on the side.

In the early morning of summer, with dew and coldness, all officials in Beijing, regardless of Beijing officials and foreign officials, regardless of grade, must enter the palace to participate in the court.

Starting from the thousand-step corridor, it is the red and willow green all the way, and the eyes are all dressed and beasts. It's just that there is a clear distinction between civil and military.

According to the color of their clothes and supplements, the civil officials lined up and scattered towards the palace in turn.

And the military attachés are less different in grade, and they are in groups, if they are not in the palace, they are afraid that they will have to hook their shoulders.

"Your Highness, is this time to continue your western tour, or to return to Beijing? If you go back to Beijing, when will you come back?"

It was Zhang Yi, the Marquis of Heqing, who spoke, and Chen Huan, Marquis of Puding, Zhu Shou, Marquis of Jianjia, Bo He Rong of Dongguan, Bo Sangjing of Huixian, and others.

Several people did not speak, but looked at Tang Li, the governor of the Chinese army, who was walking in front, and Chang Sen, the commander of the forbidden army, who was walking side by side.

When the founding duke, Cao Guogong, Liangguo duke, Xiping Hou and others led the army out, these two were the leaders of the generals in the Jingshi.

The generals walked very close to each other, and they didn't have to bow and distance themselves like the civil officials.

The words behind him naturally reached the ears of Tang Li and Chang Sen, who were at the forefront.

Tang Li turned his head slightly to look sideways

Chang Sen, who commanded the forbidden army.

Chang Sen shook his head, since his brother led the army south, and he received the errand of the commander of the forbidden army, the Chang family has become more and more low-key in Yingtian City.

The limelight can't be too ostentatious, especially now that his nephew has become the grandson of the emperor of the prison country, and he has the same power as His Majesty.

He also looked sideways at Tang Li, the brother-in-law of the imperial grandson.

Counting it up, the two families were the nobles of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and they were both royal in-laws, and now they are even closer.

Tang Li also shook his head, how could he know what Chang Sen didn't know.

Seeing that the first two people in front of him didn't speak, Dongguan Bo He Rong raised his voice and said, "The rebellion in Henan Province has been quelled, but the rebellion in Shandong Province has not been quelled, when will it be?" That Zhang Zhiyuan heard that he was a famous little killing god under King Yan, how could he go south from the Great Wall to Shandong Road, and he couldn't kill it?"

looked disgusted, but no one echoed the laughter, but the eyes were gloomy, and the neat movements looked sideways at the group of civil officials on the other side.

"The Ming Dynasty did not kill gods, some were just generals and soldiers loyal to His Majesty."

Walking in front with Tang Li, Chang Sen, the commander of the forbidden army who had never spoken, finally turned around and said a word.

He Rong immediately lowered his head, but he let out a smile.

Around him, the rest of the people were all smiling, and even let out a low laugh.

From time to time, he looked at the eyes of the civil officials opposite, and he looked forward to it more and more.

………………

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