In the twenty-sixth year of Hongxiu, Fengqing, Shengjing.

If you have to choose one of the most beautiful people in Kyoto in this year's Great Zhou, it must be Liang Dongyuan.

As the first civilian cloth cloth to sue a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Rites in the Department of Parliament and Administration, Liang Dongyuan completely lifted the fig leaf that had been carefully hidden in the shadows for many years in the Great Zhou Dynasty in the case of fraud in the imperial examination.

Correspondingly, the student movement, which had been dormant for a long time, re-emerged, and a student-led march with the theme of clean government and clean government broke out in Kyoto, and the main leader was Liang Dongyuan, who returned from a great victory in the Department of Parliamentary Affairs.

At the beginning, the royalist officials of various ranks in the imperial court also intended to reduce the big things to small things and turn the people's attention back to governance and people's livelihood, but soon, with the collective of the imperial history and Qingliu, they jointly wrote to Renzong, demanding that the whole be reformed and increase the supervision of the parliamentary secretary over officials at all levels of civil and military officials and all kinds of yamen.

On the night before the festival, Liang Dongyuan was invited to give a speech in Guozijian, and more than 1,000 students in the audience listened attentively, and everyone's face had a strange expression of excitement and calm.

At the beginning of the speech, Liang Dongyuan told the whole process of entering Beijing to take the exam last year, and told the process of exposing the fraud case.

Even in this process, Liang Dongyuan even leisurely observed the audience, for the different but equally fanatical faces, after one time and again, his heart gradually bred some emotions that he had never had before, similar to the passion of performance, or the desire to be noticed. 、

A person, a mouth, speaks generously on the stage, no matter what you say, the people below will listen and believe, and some people are even willing to take the wonderful sentences you just blurted out a moment ago as dogma and faith, at least at that moment, Liang Dongyuan knew that half of the men in the audience were willing to throw their heads and spill their blood with the vision in his mouth, and among the female students, there must be a few who fell in love with him and were willing to recommend themselves to the pillow.

In fact, such a thing has not happened before, thinking of the young and beautiful poor female student three days ago, Liang Dongyuan only felt that there was a hot and dry toughness everywhere in his body.

can make men stand up and women lie down, maybe Liang Dongyuan hasn't realized it yet, everything he has now is called power.

Finally, in the climax of the speech, when Liang Dongyuan shouted the slogan he had chanted countless times in the past few months, "Da Zhou is the royal Da Zhou, and it is everyone's Da Zhou", the atmosphere in the audience was completely boiling, and every young student followed the people on the stage, raising their arms and chanting over and over again, at this moment, in the hearts of more than 1,000 people, they are the masters of the country.

After the speech, it was naturally a parade, Liang Dongyuan took the students of Guozijian to stride out, like a soldier on the march, majestic and high-spirited, all the way across the Tianjin Bridge, to the entrance of the Ministry of Rites, cursing loudly, criticizing, neat slogans resounded in the sky, and even Jin Wuwei, who was on duty under the imperial city in the distance, could vaguely hear a general meaning.

Naturally, the officials in the yamen did not dare to respond, let alone send people to drive them away, at such a sensitive moment, if anyone provoked a student activist and was accused of beating a student, it would be strange if he was not criticized by the literati and ink writers to the stigma of eternity.

Maybe the other party didn't react, or it was really cold outside the capital in winter, and after the students scolded at the door for an hour, their mood became more and more anxious, and they gradually turned into foul language from the beginning, and finally even threw a lot of stones at the gate of the mansion, so they were satisfied with the withdrawal, just like the army returning from victory, but the target of the crusade was their own court.

Originally, today's planned activities are coming to an end at this location, but perhaps the passion and excitement just now have not completely subsided, and perhaps young people just like to get together lively, so in order to celebrate the victory of today's parade, some students decided to go to Jufu Building to eat mutton shabu to celebrate today's triumph, and what makes everyone even more excited is that their spiritual leader Liang Dongyuan also announced to join it, and directly chartered the whole building to celebrate the students, and everyone cheered.

Of course, no one would have thought that how could an ordinary scholar from the family of a Northwest merchant have a wallet to go to the hottest hot pot restaurant in Kyoto for a whole night, and whose money did he use?

At the party that night, many students drank too much, some people shouted against the court for corruption and injustice, some cried and begged Liang Dongyuan to become an official in the court to save the people from hanging upside down, and some female students euphemistically expressed their admiration to Qi.

Liang Dongyuan also drank too much, holding a wine glass in one hand, impassionedly talking about the ideas of the student movement that he learned from Xiangguo's mansion, and the other hand did not know when he started, and he kept holding the slender waist of a female student, occasionally moving up and down.

That night, he forgot his original intention of coming to the capital, and he didn't want to remember the sage etiquette he had learned in books.

He had never been so fanatical and so awake that night.

Full of wine and food, Liang Dongyuan said goodbye to everyone, swayed and walked to the carriage prepared for him by the Prime Minister's Mansion, imagining a bright future in the future and prosperous official fortunes.

Maybe I can be the next Pei Xiang, Liang Dongyuan thought in his heart.

Thinking of the ultimate pursuit of the student movement and the election of the imperial power, he was even more excited.

Perhaps, I can go one step further?

However, all thoughts were interrupted with a soft tick.

A tick can be the sound of spring rain falling on begonia leaves.

It can be the champion red that Peach Blossom Niang has treasured for three years and falls in the cup.

It can also be that the mutton soup from Jufulou fell back into the pot.

But the ticking of this life sounded from Liang Dongyuan's own feet, and it was the sound of blood touching the bluestone slab.

Liang Dongyuan turned his head with difficulty, and there was a familiar face in front of him.

In Xiangguo's mansion, the inconspicuous old coachman was holding a black dagger, and the tip of the dagger was inserted into Liang Dongyuan's two vertebrae!

The paralyzing effect of alcohol gradually disappeared, and the pain came to his mind like a mountain and a tsunami, and Liang Dongyuan wanted to scream loudly, but the old man covered his mouth heavily.

"I'm really sorry," the old man said apologetically, "Pei Xiang said that only those who die can become real sages, and the student movement needs a saint and bloodshed, so that students can start a real struggle with the people." ”

Liang Dongyuan's eyes gradually faded, and those beautiful and colorful ideals began to disillusion in front of him, and finally fell silent with his heartbeat.

In the twenty-sixth year of Hong Xiu, Fengqing, the leader of the student movement, Liang Dongyuan, was assassinated in a grand procession.

Up and down the big week, the crowd was indignant.