Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 254: Wenzheng

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Prince Guangyan wants to agree to the Utuo's request for peace, and stirs up storms in Shuojing. Yu Shi's Zhezi did not make Guang Yan change his mind. The Uto envoy, who was previously under house arrest by Emperor Wen Xuan, reappeared near the imperial palace. Although he spoke to courtiers in a humble tone with a smile, he couldn't hide his pride in his eyes.

After the next dynasty, the courtiers had different thoughts, and everyone hid their thoughts in the depths. Two days have passed. Tomorrow is the day to enter the imperial tomb. Once the imperial tomb enters, the prince will become the throne. In the days to come, I'm afraid it's getting worse and worse.

As soon as I left the Chengle Palace, I heard the sound of books coming from the front. The officials raised their eyes and saw that, for some unknown time, dozens of young people were sitting in the open space in front of the Chengle Palace. Shirt student.

These students are all sitting on the ground. The headed person has white hair and white hair, dressed in official uniforms, and is old and condensed. It is Wei Xuanzhang, the owner of Xianchang Pavilion.

Wei Xuanzhang is actually a person with real talent and real learning, but his character is too stubborn and stubborn. When he was young, he offended many people, and was later sent to be the curator of Xianchang Pavilion. The owner of this museum is very suitable for his preaching personality at every turn. Although he has no real power, he has enjoyed himself all these years. This time the prince Guangyan promised the Utuo to seek peace and open a bargaining field in Dawei. Wei Xuanzhang strongly opposed it. Except for those imperial histories, he had the most excerpts. It's just that his current official position is low, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to give Guang Yan a second look. Those words of disgusting heartfelt words are just an extra one in the waste paper pile.

"Curator Wei?" A courtier who knew him asked, "What are you doing here?" He leaned closer and whispered: "Sir, go back, your Highness can't change his mind now."

This is a former student who knew him well, and he didn't want to see him offend the future king, so he kindly reminded him.

Wei Xuanzhang remained unmoved. He only looked in the direction of Chengle Palace, and said in a long voice: "Weichen, risk your death for admonishment. Please take it back and let the Utuo open a bargaining field in Dawei!"

In Chengle Palace, there was no movement.

The sun quietly sprinkled on the long ground outside the palace, like a layer of fine gold. The young students are full of vigor, black and white in their eyes, and the old veteran is standing in the spring breeze like the setting sun about to go down, with a little bit of brilliance left behind.

He stood up slowly, his body, which had always been tough, is now showing some old-fashioned attitude, a little staggering. After standing still, he suddenly read aloud: "The weather is righteous, mixed with manifolds. The bottom is Yue, and the top is Rixin. Yu Ren said Haoran, Peihu Saicangming..."

The students beside him paused, and followed the old curator to recite.

"...The Yellow Road shall be Qing Yi, Han and Tuming Court. When the time is poor, you will see each other, one by one will be green!"

One by one!

Wei Xuanzhang recites "Song of Righteous Qi".

In Chengle Palace, the prince Guang Yan slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, "What did that old thing say outside? My palace is going to chop off his head!"

The confidant on his side hurriedly knelt down on the corner of his robe, "His Royal Highness, never! At least not before the ceremony! Wei Xuanzhang has no other charges, and he is the owner of the Xianchang Pavilion. , I’m afraid that it will provoke the courtiers and the people to discuss..."

"It's just a little teacher. I kill him if I want to kill him. Who dares to talk?" Guangyan was furious. Royal family! What does it mean to be outside, threatening this palace? A joke! How can this palace be threatened by an old thing? Believe it or not, this palace will immediately send all his students into jail, and see who dares to do this. Talk about it!"

"Yes, yes." His confidant wiped his sweat and said: "But even if you want to teach, please endure for a few days. This Wei Xuanzhang is originally a strange temperament. When His Majesty was still there, he always said bad words..."

"This palace is not the kind-hearted father of the emperor," Guang Yan gritted his teeth. "If he was to be as tolerant of him as the emperor, it would be a big mistake!"

"That's natural." His confidant said hurriedly: "Just now, it's better not to come forward. Let him be noisy outside, and it won't be too late for your Highness to settle accounts after the enthronement ceremony is over."

Guang Yan snorted and kicked the broken lid of the tea cup in front of him, "Then let him live for two more days."

Outside, Wei Xuanzhang is still chanting aloud, his old and shriveled body standing upright in the wind.

"Or for the Liaodong hat, clear the ice and snow. Or for the appearance of the teacher, the ghosts cry and heroic..."

"...or in order to hit the thief's wat, the head is broken. It is majestic and lingering forever."

The young student behind him chanted along with the old man, as if not in front of the Chengle Palace, under the eyes of the officials, but in the school of Xianchang Hall, in the middle of spring, reading and listening.

"Look up at the floating clouds and white clouds. I am sad, and the sky is full of extremes."

"The philosopher is far away, the typical is in the past, the wind and eaves show books and read, and the ancient roads reflect the colors."

After reciting a song, there is no half reaction in the palace of music.

Wei Xuanzhang stopped and looked at the courtiers in front of him.

The courtiers either avoided his gaze or were full of pity. Wei Xuanzhang stepped forward and walked up the steps tremblingly, taking off his official hat as he walked.

His voice was steady, as clear as Hong Zhong, and he only said: "For the general, loyal to break gold, prosperous in the day, He Ge is always striving, and is determined to die."

He put down the wooden wat in his hand again, "Civil officials do not compete with military commanders. The words of the saints are the moral knowledge. It is the Jinggong who is in the position. The text is the posthumous beauty and cannot be added."

He walked to the last step, slowly knelt down, put the taken off official hat and wooden wat aside, and looked at the unmanned hall of Chengle Palace, his voice was desolate and firm.

"Although the Weichen has no courage to fight for war and no merit, he has only a heart of loyalty and honesty. The Xianchang Hall teaches students to read all the sage books. Now he has seen his Highness go astray. If he does not persuade him, he is the minister. Over."

"The war between the death and the war, the remonstrance of the death, life and death are like floating clouds with me. Today, the old minister dares to use the life of a minister to persuade his highness to rein in the cliff and not cause a big mistake."

"Veteran, please take back your fate, do not allow Utuo people to set foot in the Great Wei Kingdom, do not lead wolves into the house, open the door to steal!"

After saying this, he suddenly slammed into the vermilion pillar in front of Chengle Palace.

Blood splashed all over the floor in an instant.

The courtiers standing next to them gave a first stop and then screamed. The students of Xianchang Hall rushed forward and surrounded Wei Xuanzhang in the center. The wooden wat and official hat that had been put aside were smashed to pieces in the chaos. In front of the music palace, they were all in a mess in a moment.

……

In the Qinglan Palace.

Concubine Lan was sitting quietly and reading. Not far from her, Guiren Ni looked at the green smoke slowly rising from the copper furnace, with a somewhat anxious expression.

Tomorrow is the day when Emperor Wenxuan enters the tomb and the day when they are buried. If Guangyan was more kind, and a pot of poison could be a pleasure, if this kid deliberately, they would be sealed in the imperial tombs and suffocated alive.

"Sister, you still have the mind to read!" Ni Guiren couldn't help but stood up and walked to Concubine Lan, snatching the book away, "Tomorrow is your time to die, I don't believe it, you just Really so calm?"

No one can ignore life and death. Ni Guiren fought for favor with Concubine Lan. He was young and beautiful, thinking that Concubine Lan would be replaced, but he did not expect to provoke Wenxuan's anger. After that, Guangji was handed over to Concubine Lan to raise him. With Guangji in the hands of Concubine Lan, Guiren Ni had a lot of restraint. He didn't dare to overdo it, but he was unhappy in his heart.

However, now, she and Concubine Lan have suddenly become burial objects together, no different from those vase decorations buried with Emperor Wen Xuan, so all the grievances of the past can be forgotten. At least at this moment, they are on one side.

There are no eternal enemies and no eternal friends. Ni Guiren was impulsive and arrogant. After entering the palace, there was no confidant. Now, there is no one who can advise her. After thinking and thinking, there is only the former thorn in the eye.

Concubine Lan raised her eyes to look at her, her tone still as calm as before, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, why should you worry today?"

"Why worry?" Ni Guiren said: "I'm naturally worried! Can't you see that there is something wrong with this edict? The emperor Su Ri is very soft in his heart, so let others do it, how can you let me both? Martyred? I think it’s just Guang Yan’s public revenge.” She looked at Concubine Lan again and said mockingly, “I know that my sister does whatever she wants and doesn’t care about life or death, but doesn’t the sister want to think about the four princes? My Guangji is still there. Such a small, what kind of temperament the prince is, you and I know well, now it is you and me that are dealing with the prince, after the prince ascends the throne, the next one will be Guangshuo and Guangji. Do you want to watch your son go? Die?"

After hearing this, Concubine Lan's calm expression finally fluctuated slightly.

Before she could speak, he hurried in a palace man from outside and whispered a few words to the handmaid guarding the door. After hearing the words, the maid showed a look of surprise, and then walked quickly, and when he walked in front of Concubine Lan, he whispered: "Niang, something happened to Chengle Palace."

Lan Guifei and Ni Guiren looked at her together.

"It was said that Master Wei, the owner of Xianchang Pavilion, risked his death to remonstrate and asked His Royal Highness to take back the Lord and become fate. His Royal Highness did not respond, and Master Wei hit and died on the pillar of Chengle Palace. Many adults saw him. Now the chaos outside has turned into a pot of porridge, and the students in Xianchang Hall are reluctant to leave."

"Dead advice?" Ni Guiren frowned, "I haven't heard such words in this palace for many years."

Emperor Wen Xuan was soft-eared and too tolerant. The historians of the book had three letters, and they would always read one, and they would not use such a fierce way. But in this way, even if Guangyan was enthroned, he would still end up with a notoriety that caused the death of a veteran. Most of the students in the Xianchang Hall come from the noble family. The young people are the most energetic, seeing the curator go to death with his own eyes. Inside and out, it really doesn't sound good to spread it out.

Lan Guifei leaned on the handle of the chair without speaking.

Ni Guiren said lukewarmly, "We are struggling to survive here, but some people are still rushing to die. However, Wei Xuanzhang is already a seven-year-old and eighty-year-old, and it will not be a loss if I die now. I have not had a good life for a few years. I am not willing to die like this." She thought of Guang Yan and couldn't help but gnash her teeth, "Damn it!"

Concubine Lan sighed slightly, and the maidservant helped her stand up.

She walked to the window, the sun was just outside, and everything was thriving in spring.

"Let's take a look, take a few more glances," Ni Guiren couldn't help but sneered, "After tomorrow, I won't be able to see it anymore."

"Ni's," Concubine Lan turned around, looked at her and said lightly: "Do you want to live?"

"Ask you knowingly."

"If you want to live." Concubine Lan's voice is gentle, and in the tranquility, it seems that there is another deep meaning, "Just do as the palace says."

……

He Yan drove to Wei's house as soon as he knew about Wei Xuanzhang's death.

Wei's house was already crowded with people inside and outside, and people kept coming in. Over the years, Xianchang Hall has taught batch after batch of students. If Xu Jingfu's students are all over the court and the public, Wei Xuanzhang is not much more in essence. Only after the students left the library, Wei Xuanzhang did not like to walk with them too much, so it seemed that he was not as respected as Xu Jingfu.

However, now he is admonishing with his own life. When the former students heard the news, they rushed from all directions to see his husband for the last time.

He Yan managed to squeeze into the crowd, and saw He Xinying supporting the crying Madame Wei, and seeing He Yan, He Xinying was also startled. When the new students came to take care of him, He Xinying got a gap and walked over and asked: "Sister He, why are you here?"

In fact, in terms of age, the current "He Yan" cannot be called the sister of He Xinying, but He Xinying always feels that perhaps the eldest sister who died is still there, which should be like He Yan, and ignores many things. rule.

He Yan replied: "Mr. Wei is Huaijin's teacher. It will take time for Huaijin to come from outside the city. I'll take a look first. Is Mrs. Wei okay?"

"Not so good." He Xinying shook her head. "Curator Wei is afraid he would have died a long time ago. After the accident today, his wife found a few letters in the wooden drawer in his study. Last words to the family."

He Xinying is also very sad. Because of her elder sister, she lives in Wei Xuanzhang's mansion. Wei Xuanzhang spends most of the time in Xianchang Pavilion and rarely comes back. He Xinying spends more time with Madam Wei. Madam Wei is gentle and doesn't care about her former identity. Who knows... this kind of thing will happen suddenly.

"I heard that Curator Wei was to let His Royal Highness take back the order to make peace with the Utuo people," He Xinying asked tentatively, "Then now..."

He Yan gave a wry smile, "I'm afraid it won't work."

The prince Guangyan, how could he change his mind because of Wei Xuanzhang's life?

As I was thinking, a voice came from behind: "Sister He, why are you here?"

He Yan looked back and saw that Lin Shuanghe and Yan He were coming in from outside. The two of them were also students at Xianchang Hall. Knowing this, they naturally rushed over.

"Didn't Huai Jin come with you?" Yan He looked around.

"He is on duty today, training in the Nanfu soldiers outside the city." He Yan sighed secretly in his heart, which is really unfortunate. If Xiao Jue happened to be on the scene today, he might still be able to stop Wei Xuanzhang.

"General Yan is not here today?" He Yan looked at Yan He.

Yan He is anxious: "If I were there, how could this happen!"

Because of Emperor Wenxuan’s death and Guangyan’s wanton behavior, Yan He was also dissatisfied. He didn’t want to go to court at all, and found an excuse to be absent. Anyway, Guangyan Shang Dynasty is just a pretense. Opportunity to exclude dissidents. Who knows that when he was absent, something big happened.

"I'm going to see Madam." Lin Shuanghe raised his foot and walked in.

Although Wei Xuanzhang is old-fashioned and pedantic, he is also very harsh on women, but there is no concubine in the mansion. After these years, Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Wei have walked over with each other. Now Mrs. Wei is left alone, which is a blow to Mrs. Wei. It is conceivable.

The young students all knelt before the old man collapsed and collapsed. Wei Xuanzhang, who had been wiped with blood, lay quietly, his official robe was crumpled and his head was stained with dirt and residual blood. Together, they seem to be cleaner than anyone else.

He Yan looked at him, feeling extremely sad.

Although this old gentleman used to be in the Xianchang Hall, he was stiff and stern, and the teenagers were always secretly scolding him for being stubborn, but it was him who stood up bravely when all the civil servants wisely defended their lives, just like back then As he taught, "Read the books of sages and do loyalty", finished the last class.

Lin Shuanghe's voice sank, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were not as brisk as in the past, only said: "Mr. Wei Gaoyi..."

"Gao Yi is useless," Yanhe sneered. "Look at the man in the palace, but there was a little bit of movement? Believe it or not, in a few days, when the limelight passes, those Utopians will still appear in Shuojing. On the streets!"

"I really don't understand," Lin Shuanghe murmured, "Why the prince insists on doing this? Even people like me who don't understand the affairs of the country can see that if they are not my race, their hearts will be different, can't he see it? ?"

"It's not that he can't see it." He Yan whispered softly: "I just want something."

Yan He and Lin Shuanghe looked to him together.

Lin Shuanghe frowned and asked: "Sister He, what do you mean?"

Yanhe didn't ask questions, but looked at her thoughtfully.

He Yan thought for a while and motioned Yan He to step aside, Yan He impatiently said: "If you have something to say quickly, you and I have different identities. What should I do if there is gossip in the eyes of others?"

He Yan: "..."

He is very clean and self-conscious about this aspect, probably because of strict house rules.

If it was in the past, He Yan might have to make fun of it, but today, she really doesn't have the thought of laughing with Yan He, and only asks in a deep voice: "General Yan, have you ever met the four princes?"

Yan He was startled, his gaze at He Yan gradually changed. After a while, he whispered, "What do you want to do with this matter?"

"Tomorrow is the time to enter the imperial mausoleum." He Yan looked at him, "According to your majesty's will, the imperial concubine and the empress will be buried together, how can the fourth majesty stand idly by. In addition, today there is an accident with Mr. Wei...General Yan," she Asked, "You should know."

Yanhe's expression has changed a few times, and the former arrogant and impatient expression has been put away, and it has gradually become calm and cold.

He said: "Wu'anhou, stop here, don't ask any more."