The eighteenth year of Chongzhen, 1645 A.D., summer. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, it has only been more than a year since Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself in the coal mountain, and the world has changed.

In March, the Qing army entered Yangzhou.

In April, Yangzhou fell, and the Qing army slaughtered the city.

In May, King Chuang retreated to Wuchang, and the Qing army occupied Nanjing and issued an order to shave his hair.

June, Jiangyin City.

The national glory of the Ming Empire may really be exhausted, and changing the dynasty and changing the stars is a common thing that exists in ancient and modern times.

But this Gusi Jiannu should not have beaten my Han family's idea. I heard that the regent of the puppet Qing Dynasty also said, "The king is like the father, and the people are the son, and the father and son are one, how can it be disobeyed", and he actually regarded the whole people of the world as the slaves and dogs of their Gusi people.

How ridiculous?

How can I be dressed as a Nayidi?

On the first day of June, Jiangyin City Confucian Temple.

Xuan Ming, who suddenly came here, was seriously injured, and he has been recuperating in the Temple of Literature.

Fortunately, he began to grow his hair since he entered the master's door, and the pure and void Taoist robe he wore on his body could make him melt into this world like rain falling on a pond, and he would not be treated as a foreign visitor.

In the shooting garden of the Temple of Literature, Xuan Ming was slowly visiting.

Etiquette, music, archery, royalty, calligraphy, mathematics, the six arts of a gentleman. The shooting garden of this Temple of Literature is a place for Confucian students to practice shooting.

Looking at the rare arrow holes on the arrow target, Xuan Ming sighed silently, this Confucian martial arts is really withered, if all the Confucian students in the world can learn the real teachings of Confucius, the country will not be like this.

At this moment, a swift black shadow swept over the shooting garden.

Xuan Ming looked up, only to hear the black shadow sigh in surprise.

Without waiting for Xuan Ming's reaction, he appeared in front of Xuan Ming.

The person who came was wearing a set of black and blue close-fitting soft armor, and under the black special armor, there was a blue-green undershirt and short skirt, and the combat boots were towering, all of which were below the knees. He carries a long wooden box on his back.

The upper part of her face was covered by a silver-blue mask, her lips were lightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly curled playfully.

"Dao Chief, didn't you Chunyang say that you would close the mountain and retreat to the world, why did you appear here alone?"

As a sign of politeness, she took off the mask on her face, revealing a handsome face with light purple eyeshadow, and at the same time introduced herself: "In the Lower Tang Gate, Tang Youyou." ”

Faced with this situation, Xuan Ming's brain turned quickly, and the person who came obviously knew a disciple of the sect who was dressed like him, and at this time he said that it was too wrong, and he only replied lightly: "Xuan Ming." ”

He remembered that when he was studying art in the Qingxu School, Master Chi Qi wanted to say it or not, but he stopped talking about it, and his reminiscence face was in a daze from time to time. The pure yang in the mouth of the female chivalrous warrior who called herself Tang Youyou of the Tang Sect in front of her may be the world-famous faction mentioned by the master, the backbone of the branch of the Qingxu lineage.

Thinking about it, Xuan Ming saw Tang Youyou's face embarrassed, so he smiled, and then said: "Poor Dao came to check the situation on the orders of the master. ”

Tang Youyou laughed, nodded to Xuan Ming's shoulder with the mask in his hand, and said, "You pure yang Taoist priests, you are really very sullen, and you say that you don't care about it, but in fact, you will still come to check." Let's go, since you're here, don't go to the Wulin League to find us, what's going on in this place?"

After she finished speaking, she put on her mask and jumped onto the wall, looking back. Xuan Ming hurriedly unfolded Xiaoyun Zong to raise his breath to keep up, only to hear Tang Youyou lead the way, while observing the meeting, and said with a smile: "Dao Chief, your Tiyun Zong hasn't practiced much at home." You're not going to sneak down the mountain, are you?"

Xuan Ming smiled slightly, neither denied nor admitted, how could he answer, did he tell her that he was not from this world?

At this time, it was leap June, and the newly arrived Jiangyin Zhixian Fang Heng finished offering incense at the Temple of Literature and was preparing to return. More than 100 scholars and some old men surrounded him at the door of the Temple of Literature.

When Xuan Ming saw this scene, he stopped, and Tang Youyou also stopped when he saw this.

The leading township elders asked the magistrate on behalf of the people: "Now that Jiangyin has been surrendered, there must be nothing wrong, right?"

Zhixian Fang Heng replied: "Only shaved hair is left." The four full soldiers sent a few days ago came for this purpose. ”

The crowd began to make noise, and the representatives of the villagers asked again: "Can I not shave my hair?"

Fang Heng replied impatiently: "This is the law of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and it cannot be violated. After saying that, he motioned for the servants to separate the crowd, and walked with his hands behind his back and walked in figure-eight steps.

The noise of the crowd continued, and the villagers in the lead had a bitter face. The people of the Temple of Literature were in an uproar and swarmed into the Temple of Literature.

Xuan Ming, who was standing at the side gate of the Confucian Temple, was pushed several times, and Tang Youyou kept laughing when he saw him from a distance.

When the crowd dissipated, Xuan Ming walked over, and seeing that she was still smiling, he shrugged helplessly and asked, "What are they talking about shaving?"

When Tang Youyou heard this, she put away her smile and said: "Man Xinxin has issued an order to shave his hair, stipulating that all civil, military, military and civilians everywhere he goes will shave their hair, and if they don't obey, they will be engaged in military law." Those who don't shave their hair are the 'rebels' of the Qing Dynasty. ”

Xuan Ming shook his head, indicating that he hadn't heard of it, he thought that the modern Shenzhou people changed from long hair fluttering in ancient times to short hair inch now, because they came to "break out of Asia and enter Europe" or natural evolution like Dongying, an island country in the east. I never thought that it was because of the order of the previous dynasty, and the general history books of Shenzhou rarely mention this origin.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Tang Youyou's guess that he was sneaking down the mountain was confirmed. I have heard many rumors from fellow people in the rivers and lakes that Pure Yang closed the mountain to escape the world precisely because he predicted the omen of great evil after the death of the Ming Dynasty, and this omen of great evil should be on the shaving order.

She pointed to Xuan Ming's bun and said, "When the time comes, if you want to live, Dao Chief, you won't be able to keep this long hair." ”

At this time, Tang Youyou heard the sound of the wind, and hurriedly pulled Xuan Ming in his direction, only to see a crossbow arrow grazing Xuan Ming's shoulder, and nailed it to the wooden pillar next to the door of the Temple of Literature with a bang.

This was originally a great disrespectful act, but now all the people of the Temple of Literature are busy discussing this new shaving order, but no one has paid attention to it.

Tang Youyou moved like a rabbit, her body was like a wind, only to see a black and blue figure disappear and reverse, and the crossbow arrow inserted in the doorpost had been silently received by her.

She let go of Xuan Ming's shoulders and said angrily to an empty banyan tree not far away: "Senior sister-this is Xuan Ming, a chivalrous friend of Pure Yang, not an enemy!"

After a slight ripple, a woman dressed exactly like Tang Youyou appeared in the empty place. I only heard her sneer: "Whether it is Pure Yang Sword Intent or Zixia Gong, I am very familiar with it, the breath on the person next to you is plausible with Pure Yang Internal Strength, what makes you think he is a Pure Yang disciple?"

This person's face was covered with frost, and the mask that was exactly the same as Tang Youyou was pushed diagonally on her forehead, revealing a pretty face that was also painted with lilac eyeshadow.

Xuan Ming only felt that the voice of the visitor was very familiar at first, but at this time, he couldn't help but exclaim: "Dieche?"

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Written at the end of the first chapter of the Jiangyin section.

Originally, in my current outline, this history of shaving hair and being easy to wear should have been skimmed, after all, I wrote a martial arts novel, not a historical novel. But at this point, I can't help but take back the old outline.

After all, if history is used as a mirror, if I don't mention the reason for the disappearance of Hanfu, then it is actually difficult for me to directly put forward the appeal for the revival of Hanfu in the article.

This is the Yanhuang blood flowing in the body, determined by Huaxia emotion, forgive me.

The following is from Mr. Gu Cheng's "History of the Southern Ming Dynasty":

China is a multi-ethnic country with the Han nationality as the main body, and the Han nationality itself is also formed by the integration of various ethnic groups. A person of the Han nationality can be the emperor, and of course a few people of a few nationalities can also rule the world. The central power established by any ethnic group as the main body should never forcibly change the customs and habits of other ethnic groups, and this is a minimum principle for the founding of the country.

Dolgon and other Manchu nobles reveled in the victory before them, believing that they could do whatever they wanted. His remark that "the king is like the father, and the people are the son, and the father and son are one, how can it be disobeyed" is completely a strong argument and nonsense.

Before his own ancestors and father Nurhachi rebelled against the Ming Dynasty, they were vassals of the Ming Empire for generations, and they were proud to accept the titles, official positions, and edicts of the Ming court.

The rulers of the Qing court regarded the Han gentry and common people who refused to give up their long-standing customs and habits, such as hair binding and uniform, as "rebels" and beheaded them, which was extremely rare in Chinese history.

--History of the Southern Ming Dynasty, Chapter 6, Section 3