"It's good to see it, it's good to see it......"

Liu Huaizhang was already satisfied.

With his own death, Mingjun Mingchen, this is what he has to do.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "I Liu Huaizhang is shallow in learning, but I can see in the court, I am a great favor, I have been an official for decades, I have left a lot of good names, and I have also left a lot of infamy, those who respect me are in the market, and those who scold me are in the court, but in any case, I Liu Huaizhang only seek peace in the family and country, both as a courtier, as a country and the people, but ask for a clear conscience, you can." ”

Chen Changsheng looked at him, and he seemed to understand in a trance why some people's deaths were as heavy as Mount Tai.

Liu Huaizhang explained what is called 'the way of being an official'.

This is his morality, and this is the way he treats this dynasty.

He wants to show the king of the temple, to the courtiers in that hall, and to all the people in the world.

Let them see clearly what it means to be an official!

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more, he raised the teacup and drank all the tea in the cup.

Obviously it was tea, but he felt a little drunk.

……

The day after Liu Huaizhang's death, the government announced his death.

When sorting through the relics of this five-grade official, they only found a few patched old clothes, and the rest was one or two pieces of silver.

The one or two taels of silver were given to him by his teacher when Liu Huaizhang took office as the commander of Beijing County twenty years ago.

A few old clothes, a tael of silver, are all the belongings of this five-grade official.

On the day of the funeral, hundreds of people in Shangjing stood on the side of the street, looking at the coffin passing in front of them, and they followed closely behind, from dozens of people at the beginning, to hundreds of people at the end, thousands of people......

The entire Shangjing City is mourning the deceased official.

On this day, tears poured down in Beijing, the lady selling jujube cakes on the street, the man in the tea house, the butcher on the street, and even the beggars on the street, thousands of faces followed the funeral procession, escorting the adult away.

Many officials in the court also came, and they were silent from beginning to end, watching the coffin buried, and they were speechless.

As courtiers, they can't be as honest and upright as Liu Huaizhang, and they can't send him away like they want to do now.

His death has told the world what it means to be an official, and at the same time, it is also a wake-up call to this chaotic world and the mediocre king in the temple.

The old clothes were buried with a tael of silver.

Under the cover of the dirt, it eventually turned into a small mountain bag.

For days on end, the incense at the tomb never broke, and there were all the offerings before the grave, a bowl of tea, a number of clean and tidy clothes, and even silver, but the silver was left there and no one took it.

Chen Changsheng specially went to Zhong Zhengyuan to borrow some silver.

After borrowing the silver, he made a pot of wine in the shop, and then went to Liu Huaizhang's tomb.

He poured all the wine out of the gourd in front of the grave, and drank not a single sip of it himself.

"Taste it."

Chen Changsheng said a word, and then there was nothing else to say.

String Le stood behind Chen Changsheng, looking at all kinds of things placed in front of the tombstone, and his heart was also a little melancholy.

"Sir."

String Le asked, "Lord Liu should be famous in history." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded and replied.

"Yes."

These three words of Liu Huaizhang should be remembered by the world, and they will definitely leave a strong mark in the history books.

It's just a pity that he didn't know if his recital was adopted in the end, but even so, he left the world satisfied.

His death was planned by him, and the arrangement was seamless.

He wrestled with himself for a long time and finally reconciled.

……

Under the pressure of the Northern Regions, Emperor Jing finally adopted the advice of the officials of the court and China - to move to Jingnan.

The news quickly spread throughout Shangjing, and countless people packed their bags and headed for flight.

Chen Changsheng stood on top of the city.

He watched the Shangjing City in front of him go from being lively to an empty city for a day, leaving only the soldiers guarding here, waiting for the coming of the war.

This dynasty that has stood for hundreds of years will also gradually come to an end in the flames of war.

Old Jianxiu put his hands behind his back, and the wind at the head of the city blew his messy hair, he sighed and said, "In the blink of an eye, the building will be empty." ”

"Going to go?" Chen Changsheng asked.

Old Jian Xiu nodded and said, "This time I will go south, and I will cross the sea and go to see other places." ”

Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "It's a good thing to take a look." ”

Old Jian Xiu glanced at Chen Changsheng and said, "I should give you some advice, Hongchen is messing with people's minds, don't remember it for a long time, if you let fate mess up the Dao heart, then how can you become an immortal." ”

After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused and asked, "Walking in the red dust, isn't it just for the word fate?" ”

He smiled and continued: "Chen always feels that things are man-made, and there is no need to use the word fate as an excuse, but I feel a little trance, and I feel that the word fate is really wonderful. ”

Old Jian Xiu fell silent after hearing this.

He knew that he could not persuade this person, so he did not say anything more.

The old sword cultivator just felt a little pity, among the monks he had seen, he only felt that Chen Changsheng was the one who had the closest immortal path.

But in fact, he is the one who is the farthest away from the immortal path.

Old Jian Xiu sighed and said, "The mountain is high and the road is far away, I'm afraid I can only meet again in the future." ”

Chen Changsheng waved his hand slightly, urging him to leave.

Old Jian Xiu didn't say anything more, nodded in agreement, then jumped down the city tower, and walked along the southern land, he didn't know where he would end up, but he had to walk on the road after all.

The capital city was completely empty.

Whether it was the dreary imperial palace or the bustling Shangjing City, it was completely empty overnight.

Chen Changsheng walked towards the palace.

The eunuch who guarded the library was gone, but the books in the library remained here.

Chen Changsheng walked to the third floor of the Library Pavilion.

He found the scroll of history, opened it and glanced at it.

It records all the history of the Great View from the beginning to the present, and there are a few books that seem to have just been assembled and put here.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and waved it, only to see the breeze swaying the history book.

Just one flip is countless springs and summers.

The words in the history books suddenly changed, and the three words Liu Huaizhang gradually appeared in the history books, and all the things missing in the history books were filled.

At the end, where he is written, the year of his death is added.

But it doesn't stop there.

At the end of that history book, there is another piece of content.

At a glance, see what is written on it.

[In the thirty-first year of Tianshun, on the seventh day of the sixth month, Emperor Jing moved to Jingnan, hundreds of officials followed, and went to Beijing to empty the city overnight, and the defeat has appeared. 】

[On June 11 of the same year, Jingbei was defeated, and Beixiang of the Northern Desert entered Shangjing, and entered the Dajing Palace after breaking the Yangchun Pass. 】

[In the thirty-second year of Tianshun, on the twenty-eighth day of September, the frost fell, Beixiang pursued southward, burned Anqing, Emperor Jing died in the fire, and the overall situation ended. 】

[Beixiang entered its place, and the great scene died. 】

Chen Changsheng glanced at it, then closed the history book and put it back in the scroll.

"The fire burns the grass and trees, the old and the new are replaced, and there will be a day of peace."

Chen Changchang sighed and walked down the stairs.

This is another big dream.