After Su Wanling drove the little golden snake away, she was even more disheartened and ran around the rivers and lakes at will. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She is delicate and exquisite, naturally some people have bad intentions towards her, but the martial arts of the stargazing pool are the best in the world, and she has a star bracelet in her hand, and ordinary underworld characters can't help her.

On this day, she arrived in Jinju and entered Kuangtian City. Although this city was guarded by the Marquis of Jinju himself, and the streets were full of people and lively, it was not rich.

Su Wanling wandered around the city at will, and suddenly heard the noise of people in front of her, walked forward for a while, and found that the sound came from an ancestral hall at the intersection of three forks.

The scale of this ancestral hall is very small, that is, the place of an ordinary shop, but it is crowded by people, and the people standing outside the ancestral hall have sealed the three forks.

Su Wanling wondered in her heart: "What kind of immortals are offered here? It will attract so many people to burn incense." Seeing that there were two rows of trees planted next to this ancestral hall, and there were no other buildings, he said: "Since there are many pilgrims, of course, the incense money is also indispensable, why don't you expand the temple?" Looking under the eaves, I saw a plaque with black gold characters written on it, and the three big characters of "Loyal Minister's Temple" were written, and then I knew that it was not a god inside, but an imperial minister.

She stepped forward, pulled a middle-aged man over, and asked, "Uncle, who is the person in the ancestral hall? Why are so many people coming to worship and burn incense?"

The middle-aged man looked at her a few times and said, "Little girl, you are from a foreign country, right? Let me tell you, it is for the former Lord Hou Chen of Jinzhou." ”

Su Wanling asked, "This Lord Chen has a great name?"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "The little girl's family doesn't know anything, Lord Chen is the great savior of our Jinzhou people, and he is the god of our Jinzhou, who dares to call him by his name? Everyone only calls him "Lord Chen" or "Chen Xingjun". ”

Su Wanling secretly laughed in her heart at these people's detours, and said with a smile: "It turns out that his surname is Chen, and his name is Lord, well, no wonder the official has made the Marquis of Jinzhou, uncle, you might as well name your children and grandchildren Shengshang, maybe the empire will change its surname." After she said this, several people nearby immediately turned around and glared at each other.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about, is Lord Chen making you joking?" "Hey", he turned around with his sleeves and ignored Su Wanling anymore.

Su Wanling pursed her lips, and saw a stone tablet standing next to the ancestral hall, so she went over to check. After reading the words on the stele, I realized what happened.

It turned out that fourteen years ago, a great plague broke out in Jinju, and thousands of people died as a result, and the land of Jinju was full of mourning. It was this Chen who took the lead in leading the people of Hezhou to fight the plague, asking for help from the empire, and personally presiding over the relief of the victims.

He toiled for three months, and the plague was eradicated, but he died of exhaustion. In order to commemorate him, the people of Jinju built this ancestral hall, and every year on the festival day of Lord Chen, they come to burn incense and worship.

The date written on the stele is today.

Su Wanling was young, and she was deeply influenced by her father, so she couldn't perceive the kindness of this former Jinzhou Marquis who was worried about the world and happy after the world, but she just felt that this person was a good official. I patted it on the stele, but I noticed that there was something wrong behind the stele, and when I went around to the back of the stele, I saw that there were two small characters on it, so I finished reading the small words.

The content of the first small paragraph is probably as follows: The empire emphasized agriculture over commerce, and the states taxed merchants very heavily. Most of the princes of the states were opposed, and the former Marquis of Jinzhou was even more-for-tat with Han Ziyao above the court, and the quarrel broke up.

And the next paragraph of text is: Hanzi Yao widely accepted the underworld demons as wings, and there were many poison masters, and most of the dissidents in the court were assassinated by the evil masters he sent.

These two paragraphs of text seemed very abrupt, but Su Wanling thought for a while and guessed that in fact, this Lord Chen was not exhausted, but was assassinated by someone sent by Han Ziyao. The poisonous hand Hua Tuo Yu Lizhou is Han Ziyao's subordinate, and he is a master of poison, and the text behind the stele is eighty percent true.

When Han Ziyao was alive, the power was overwhelming, and the party henchmen were all over the thirteen states, and the person who erected the monument did not dare to write the facts, so he wrote on the front that Lord Chen "died for the country and the people", and wrote these two paragraphs in the obscure place, which really pointed out the real cause of death.

She delayed for a while at the stele, it was already the middle of the day, and there were not many people in the ancestral hall, and when she walked into the ancestral hall, she saw that the tributes were piled up on the table, and many fruits fell to the ground, and there was a big incense burner in front of the table, which was full of incense.

There is a wooden sculpture standing on the back of the table, which is the statue of Master Chen, and I see that this statue is thin, with a delicate and resolute face, and there is no loss of literati style in elegance.

Su Wanling looked to the side and saw a scroll hanging on the left, with poems written on it:

The autumn wind blows down a maple, and three cups of thin wine sacrifice the sky.

The sad husband and jade axe are covered with dirt, and the people's livelihood is mournful.

It is difficult to support the building with one hand, always because of the thousands of reminders from the ancestors.

I can't wait to pour three liters of blood in my cavity, and I can dye the country red.

The signature is: Luo Yin.

When Su Wanling traveled around the rivers and lakes, the official who had heard the most names was Da Situ Luoyin, the people praised him for his benevolence, the military generals admired his strategy, and the civil officials admired his talent in governing the country. The prestige of this person among the people is probably even more than that of the emperor Ji Wukui. This Lord Chen and Luo Yin both love the people like sons, and it is not surprising that Luo Yin's poems are placed here.

Although it is a regular script, Luo Yin, who wrote the words, may have been in a mood at the time, and the words written were sloppy and crazy. It is said that the regular script should be very ugly, but this character is an exception, and there is a chic and even wild in the elegance, but it is unique and beautiful.

An iron cage on the right, an iron man in the cage is carved against the wood, kneeling on the ground, not much bigger than a dog or a kitten, without facial features, and the face is engraved with the word "梼". Su Wan said in her heart: "This iron man must mean that the great Sikong Hanzi is dying." "It is expected that when the iron man was set up, Hanzi was already dead, and everyone dared to do it blatantly.

Su Wanling looked at it for a while, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall, entered a restaurant, found a remote seat to sit down, and ordered food.

At this moment, she suddenly heard a noise downstairs, and she looked down from the window, and it turned out that four officials and a scholar were arguing. In front of the scholar was a large gray cloth with pamphlets on it.

The four officials wanted to take the gray cloth and the books away, but the scholars did not allow it, and the five people pulled it up. An official was furious, pulled out the waist knife with a "bang", and shouted: "Thief scholar, if you don't let go, Lao Tzu will take the knife and cut off your head." ”

The scholar did not let him go at all: "The old man has violated which national law, and you are going to kill the old man? As an imperial official, you are guilty of bullying others!"