Out of Yuanmen

Huajing City is at the foot of the emperor, peaceful and stable.The people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and are protected by the dragon's aura. Although it is impossible for everyone to live a life of luxury and lust, it is not too much to say that they live and work in peace and contentment.If you go to the street and ask how the day is going, everyone will give you a thumbs up.

Sometimes sitting on Wen Tiansi's long stone bench and looking at the smiling crowd, Yun Shugui would think, how bad can a person's memory be?

Eleven years ago, a century-old literati family was bloodbathed by a group of unknown executioners, and no one, young or old, women or children survived.Blood gushed out along the steps in front of the Yun family's mansion, staining the entire cobblestone road of Ping'an Street red.The flames shot up into the sky, and the screams and cries of the people were everywhere... The massacre lasted for an entire hour, but the Imperial Guards in Huajing seemed to be unaware of it, and it was long after everything came to an end.

People in Huajing were panicked at the time, but within half a year, this incident faded from people's memory.No one remembers the blood-stained Ping'an Street, and no one remembers the Yun family scholars who taught in private schools for free.Occasionally someone mentioned it, but it was just a sentence that his family was too unlucky and pitiful.

But Yun Shugui will never forget that evening.It was originally a beautiful spring day, and 14-year-old Yun Shugui stepped on the rockery to pick apricot blossoms.His mother made good pastries, especially cakes made with flowers of all kinds.Yun Shu no matter how big he is, he likes the sweet but not greasy taste of apricot blossom cake the most.

The white and pink petals swirled one after another, swirling above his head and falling on his face and shoulders.

He picked a basket of apricot blossoms and happily went to the west chamber to send them to his mother.Mrs. Yun stroked his head tenderly with a smile, and told him that he would be able to eat the apricot blossom cake he had been longing for at the family dinner tonight.

The second uncle's family came early, and the father asked the boy to call him to the front hall to greet the guests.Yun Shugui trotted all the way to the front hall, his father, Yun Baiqi, who was always serious and unsmiling, glared at him, and he secretly made a face, blowing his beard and staring at his father angrily.

"Shugui, it's been a long time since I saw you last time. You are so handsome, you will definitely fascinate the little girls in Huajing in the future." The eldest aunt smoothed things over with a smile, and asked her cousin Yun Shucheng to follow him. Playing in the garden, "Shucheng, go play with your brother and come back at dinner time."

The second uncle Yun Baifeng said: "I have read the policy theory of the new work, it is really penetrating. In time, our Yun family will produce a world-famous Confucian."

Yun Baiqi said angrily: "This kid is very naughty, and he doesn't know much about learning. He runs out to play every day... I'm afraid he will hurt Zhongyong. And he has a tight belly. Ye Daru wrote a letter to criticize his writing for being too sharp. He Actually replying insinuatingly that he is old and dim-witted! I don’t know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth!”

Yun Baifeng laughed loudly and said: "The old man praised him as a genius, so don't worry! It's a good thing for a young man to be a bit sharp, but he's as lifeless as the group of people in the court hall. How boring? It's special, the second uncle is optimistic about you."

Yun Shugui was so embarrassed by the praise, his face flushed with embarrassment, and he hurriedly called out for Yun Shucheng to follow him.Yun Shucheng hadn't seen his younger brother for a long time, so he ran over happily.The two of them were still teenagers, with a lot of playfulness, and they gradually forgot the time when they played.After they reluctantly let go of the crickets in their hands, the sky had already darkened.The cousin patted off the grass clippings on Yun Shugui's body, and said with a smile, "Should we go back to the front hall?"

"It's almost done. Brother Cheng, my mother made apricot cakes today."

Yun Shucheng swallowed without leaving a trace: "Let's go—"

Before the sentence was finished, there was a sudden "boom".The two of them heard what seemed to be a commotion ahead, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground and screams.The two looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Bai Qi, you and Bai Feng are too impatient.You proposed to change the imperial examination in the morning, which touched the interests of more than one or two people.The Yun Family has brought out too many disciples, the one above has already...

For some reason, Yun Shugui suddenly remembered that he had eavesdropped on the conversation between his grandfather and his father in the study a few days ago, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Brother Cheng, something may have happened!"

He panicked, shouted and ran towards the front hall, but bumped into his mother head-on.Mrs. Yun's eyes were full of panic. When she saw Yun Shugui and Yun Shucheng, joy appeared on her pale face. With trembling hands, she hugged them tightly and said, "Quick, don't make a sound, come with me!"

"Mom, in front..."

"Shh!"

Mrs. Yun led the two terrified teenagers to the ancestral hall, stuffed them under the altar, and then hid herself behind a pillar, revealing a corner of her clothes...

After a while, someone kicked the door. Yun Shugui hid under the altar, saw several pairs of feet through the gap, and heard his gentle and dignified mother screaming.Those people were beating her, muffled noises and men's ferocious interrogation kept coming... Yun Shugui wanted to rush out, but Yun Shucheng held her back tightly.Yun Shucheng's eyes were red, and he covered his mouth with one hand. He had bitten his lower lip for blood, and shook his head slowly at him.

Yun Shu huddled into a ball, tightly covering his ears, his tears kept falling like broken beads.

His dearest relative was suffering a few feet away, so he could only hide like a wimp...

When those people left, the footsteps gradually disappeared, and Yun Shugui finally broke free from Yun Shucheng's hand, knocked over the altar and rushed out.

He fell to his knees heavily.His mother had already fallen in a pool of blood, her abdomen was pierced, and she lost her breath.She held a piece of broken apricot blossom cake in her hand, soaked in blood at this moment...

Yun Shugui just felt dizzy.Before he could cry bitterly, he suddenly heard rustling footsteps coming from the door again... A rough voice shouted: "Smash all the tablets of these sour scholars to Lao Tzu—no, there is movement inside!" !"

Yun Shugui looked at his stunned cousin behind him, and then at his mother's still-warm body on the ground. In an instant, infinite courage was born in the young man's body.With a trembling voice, he told his cousin to hide in the corner, looking for a chance to escape, then broke open the door by himself, and ran out desperately——

Several people outside the door saw that there was still one alive, so they chased after him with their knives in their hands, regardless of the memorial tablet.Yun Shugui ran wildly with all his strength, all in his mind was to lure them a little further, a little further!

He saw the bodies of countless familiar relatives lying on the ground, but at this moment there was no room in his heart for sadness.Calmer than ever, he ran all the way to the gate, only to find in despair that it was chained.

Yun Shugui turned around resolutely——

At the family banquet of the Yun family, 21 people were all killed by the thieves, and their blood flowed like rivers.

When Yun Shugui woke up again, he found himself lying in the field for some reason, unable to use one leg, and excruciatingly painful.His clothes were ragged and he had a cut on his abdomen, but the bleeding had stopped.He struggled forward a few steps and got his head out of the wheat seedlings on both sides.

"Cough, cough..."

Choked by the dust, he coughed violently, his throat was so dry that he was about to emit smoke, but there was no water around him.

I am not dead?This is where?

His mind was in turmoil.The survival instinct hidden in his body forced him to crawl forward a few more steps, trying to find someone for help, but he was too weak and could not move soon.

There is no emotion in this world that can be easily ignored in the past.The bloody corpses of relatives appeared in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.Yun Shugui clenched his teeth, tears kept falling from his eyes.

Father, mother, grandfather, second uncle...

Did my cousin escape?

The sun shone on him, but his heart was like an ice cave.Yun Shugui felt his strength flowing from his limbs, and his eyelids gradually drooped.He silently recited a few words and couldn't sleep, but he couldn't resist his tiredness.

I'm really... dying...

He was drowsy, and saw the endless hell in a trance, where his relatives stretched out their hands to him, wanting to refuse and return.Everyone's face was full of pain, and they stretched out their blood-stained arms to tear him off, and the family was reunited.

That's fine, even if I go to hell and get rolled in oil with my parents, it's better than leaving me alone in this world.But why do good people in this world always suffer like this?The Yun family has peaches and plums all over the world, dedicated to preaching and dispelling doubts, and their ancestors have been upright and loyal ministers for generations, so how could they be wiped out?Why can those big rats hide in the granary, eat their brains full of fat, and die!

He is not convinced, he is unwilling, he is unwilling...

"Hey, what's wrong with you, don't sleep!"

The hoarse boy's voice exploded in his ears like spring thunder.Yun Shugui was shocked and opened his eyes wide!His eyes were blurred, and he vaguely saw a face dangling in front of his eyes, and the other person looked anxious.

The Infernal Hell dissipated in an instant, and all the mountains of swords and seas of fire disappeared invisible. He was pulled back to the world by this voice.

When the spring thunder rang, it was the Jingzhe.

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