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Fang Jing stared at him with wide eyes, looked at him without blinking, looked at him with red eyes, but only kept silent.

Because he has nothing to say.

He has so many words to say, those words are entangled in his chest as if a scorching fire would melt his chest, so hot that he would open his mouth at any time, but because of too many words, he mumbled his lips but couldn't say a single word. I can't spit it out either.

He only felt that the tip of his heart was first crushed heavily, and then soaked in a vat of aged vinegar, the acid made him numb all the way from the tip of his heart to the tip of his tongue.He had so many words to say, but when he was about to spit them out, none of them could accurately describe his feelings.

So he had no choice but to stay silent.

Gu Qiu looked at him, exerted some strength with his hand, and squeezed his shoulder, as if he could squeeze some strength.

After being pinched by him, Fang Jing waved his hand away as if waking up from a dream, deliberately sat a little far away from him, and said in an unbelievably hoarse voice: "Master Gu, you hate Gu Cheng, I understand , but this is not the reason for you to cooperate with the enemy."

Gu Qiu looked at him and smiled very calmly.

He said: "Taoxuan, you still don't understand, I don't hate it, although I am full of disappointment, resentment, and despair about this city, but I don't hate it."

Fang Jing stared at him mockingly with red eyes.

Gu Qiu sighed: "When the old master was alive, he often said: A gentleman should not be trapped in a pond of love and hatred, but should be placed in the flood of the ages. Although his books were burned wantonly later, I still secretly hid a lot. When he was young, he couldn't understand it, but when he was older, he realized that what he had been worrying about was our law.

Tengxuan, you have to understand that since ancient times, there has been only one emperor, and there are two people on the left and right. From top to bottom, the higher the status, the more intelligent the fewer people are, and the lower the lower, the more stupid people are. According to our The current law is that the ignorant mob guides those talented people. If things go on like this, how can Gucheng not perish? "

Fang Jing listened silently, only the slight trembling of her eyelashes revealed a trace of vitality.

Seeing his appearance, Gu Qiu also lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "You probably think it's an unbearable and ridiculous statement? But I still want to tell you. You should remember the first article of Gucheng Dalu That is: bathing is forbidden. At that time, I just straightened my back, my tears were mixed with blood, and there was a bad breath in my chest. I understand, but Jin Miguo died not so much because of extravagant baths, but because of stupidity and corruption. If we are not an island country surrounded by seas, but in the middle of the desert in the Western Regions, wouldn't they have lost their country?

They are completely irrational to vent their anger. Just think about how many souls have been killed because of the prohibition of bathing over the years, and fools control the government. Telling a big lie is absolutely not good for a city's long-term plan. "

Fang Jing interrupted him coldly: "Then what does it have to do with Qicheng? Could it be that Chengqicheng is the ultimate bliss in the world, and everyone is a Bodhisattva who can come to our Gucheng to save all living beings?"

Gu Qiu chuckled lightly and said: "You should know that I have been in charge of foreign trade. When I was a doctor in the household department, I was led to Qicheng. They are not more prosperous than us, but their laws are better than ours. We are much better. In the early years, there were also regulations prohibiting bathing, which were quickly abolished; their citizens also participated in voting, but not everyone who reached the crown had one vote, but the virtues were elected by the citizens. Only those who have both skills can participate in the voting on major events in the city.

I was amazed and felt that this idea was brilliant. The so-called "teaching barbarians to improve skills to control barbarians", our Gucheng is much more prosperous than them.But when I went back, I only mentioned it cryptically in front of Mr. Wang, which caused him to beat me repeatedly. If I hadn't caught the attention of Mr. Wang, I'm afraid I would have been placed in that corner. "

Gu Qiu's tone of voice was flat and understated, but the words in his mouth were full of treason and injustice. What Fang Jing couldn't bear the most was that he didn't mention a word about his future to those ordinary people in Gucheng.

Fang Jing gritted his teeth and looked at him: "This is the reason why you are a thief in Qicheng? Just because you think the laws of Qicheng are better than ours, so you want to be their traitor? You are looking forward to a large-scale invasion of Qicheng, Massacre the citizens of our Gucheng? Gu Qiu! Open your eyes and see! This is not a waste of work when the city was first built, but the prosperous and prosperous world you see now, those hard-working fishermen, women, children, old and young , the boss is an old man, how innocent!"

Gu Qiuban raised his eyes, and his voice was very ruthless: "The essence has not changed. As long as there is a chance, they will still tear off the gentle, courteous and frugal appearance, and return to the mob."

Those words were not ordinary bastards, Fang Jing clenched his fists, wishing to give that face a blow: "You are so swearing, where is the evidence? Since you have no evidence, what right do you have to be condescending about human life? Even if there is, so what? As an official of the imperial court, you seek to govern in your position. You want to maintain a peaceful and prosperous world and make our city flourish. How can they rebel? Since they won’t rebel, who cares if they are in the bottom of their hearts? mob?!"

Seeing his hopeless appearance, Gu Qiu couldn't help but frowned: "Don't you understand? As long as Gucheng still has such laws, the prosperity of the prosperous age cannot last forever. The world is too stupid, they will drag us down The prosperity of creation. Think about Mr. Yan who was executed last year. There was a slight mistake in his proposal of "increasing the price of salt to increase military funds". He once took a penny of embezzlement? But he was beheaded in the city and hung in the city. !"

Fang Jing suddenly took a breath, and forced a smile on that furious face, he rolled his eyelids, the corners of his eyes were full of sarcasm: "If Mr. Gu doesn't say it, I will forget it. If you don't die, you can't sit on the seat of the household department's left servant."

Gu Qiu stopped speaking suddenly, staring at him firmly: "What do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean, Mr. Gu knows in his heart."

"I don't! You know I don't!"

Fang Jing smiled quickly: "How would I know if you have it? Master Gu, you have to ask yourself about this matter, I don't care so much."

Gu Qiu was obviously very angry: "Master Yan is a good minister, how could I attack him!"

Fang Jing glanced at him, and for some reason, most of the anger in his chest dissipated, leaving only amused.

He looked at this man who had no wind in his sleeves and devoted himself to conspiracy and collaborating with the enemy, and suddenly felt very funny.

All his life, he conscientiously abided by the teachings of his predecessors: a gentleman should not be trapped in the pond of love and hatred, but should be placed in the eternal flood.I don't know that I have been completely covered from head to toe by the prison of love and hatred.

However, he hates and does not dare to hate openly, and he has to use a tiger skin of justice as a banner, so that he dares to indulge the filth in his heart, and repeatedly comforts himself when it is difficult to sleep in the dead of night, he is for the great cause of the future, to pursue everyone born equal.Even in the blink of an eye, people are divided into three, six, and nine classes.

Fang Jing looked at him coldly, and said mockingly: "Master Yan's life is fate, but the lives of thousands of people in Gucheng are not fate? Is this what your teacher taught you, Master Gu?"

At this moment, Gu Qiu had calmed down. He probably felt that Fang Jing was just as hopeless as the others in Gucheng, so he couldn't help closing his eyes, not looking at the filthy skin: "For the sake of righteousness, there must be sacrifices. If you are willing to make internal reforms, let Qicheng do the reforms, and generally speaking, you are still on the broad road, isn't that good?"

Although it is an interrogative sentence, the tone is positive.

Is this why you disregard human life and think you are moral?

Is this the reason why you can watch the people of Gucheng suffer from hunger and starvation?

Is this why you ignore how those people are struggling to live upwards, and easily classify them as mobs who deserve to die for righteousness?

Fang Jing opened his mouth, but suddenly felt tired. He looked at the man's familiar features, vaguely still the bright appearance when he first met him, and he felt deeply tired.

He stood up abruptly, and said in a low voice: "Enough, I think you're almost crazy, and I'm about as crazy as your theory, Gu Qiu, you can do it yourself."

After finishing speaking, he left him and left quickly.

Fang Jing walked out of the prison, it was Xia Feng Hexu.

Just after a downpour of thunderstorm, the rain drove back the sweltering heat of summer, the wind was cool, and the air was filled with the refreshing fragrance of plants and trees. He only looked up a little, and he could see a fiery round sun peeking out from the gray clouds. It was torn open in the middle, leaving behind a compelling golden light.

The end is brilliant.

As soon as he stopped at the door, the servant at the door leaned over to him and said with a smile: "Lord Fang is just in time, the results of the annual meeting have come out, and the city lord has been re-elected, congratulations. You see, this god is so happy It's raining."

Fang Jing twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled, but she didn't answer the festive conversation, she just said: "I've been so bored for the past few days, the next rain is just right."

After speaking, he took out some scattered money from his cuff: "I'm so happy today. It's better to be happy alone than to be happy with others. You can buy two jugs of wine after you've released the yamen and be happy."

The servant hurriedly thanked her, and after bowing, Fang Jing was already pacing away.

Fang Jing went back to the mansion, just in time for his subordinates to announce Zou Yiqingyu's visit, logically speaking, he was eager to see Mr. Zou, but now he was very tired, so he dismissed it with a few words.

He stayed in the mansion for the next few days, and the excuse he gave was "closed doors for self-examination". The city lord was busy with the military department and didn't care about him, but Mr. Fang couldn't stand it.

At the beginning of the interrogation, it was Fang Jing, but Fang Jing pleaded to prove his innocence, so Gu Qiu let someone else do it, and dug out all his accomplices.

It was said that day that he was going to steal Gu Qiu's family property, because he had already been copied once before he was in prison, and he was very poor, so he really couldn't copy anything the second time, and not many people came, only Mr. Fang was so stubborn that he forced him to Fang Jing followed.

Old Man Fang said: "This man is slandering the city lord for collaborating with the enemy, and he is the backbone of the household department. I'm afraid there is something dirty hidden in the room. Even if the city lord doesn't say anything, you should keep an eye on him and stay in the house all day long." What does the house look like!"

Although Fang Jing felt that the old man had lost his head, he couldn't resist the old man's nagging, so he was reluctant to go.

Gu Qiu was indeed very poor, presumably all his frugal salary was invested in the rebellion.

He sat bored all morning, dug a pot of extremely bitter tea from the poor man's house, heated the water with a copper pot, and brewed it himself.

However, the tea soon bottomed out, he slept lightly last night, and sat under the shade of a tree, it was the cool breeze, and he fell asleep shortly after leaving the tea.

He was still woken up by the searchers, and a group of people told him with serious expressions that they had found a secret compartment in Gu Qiu's bedroom.

Fang Jing's expression froze.

There is really a hidden grid!

He followed them into the bedroom, and saw a wooden box half an inch thick with dust in the middle of the table, and a heavy big lock was dropped on the wooden box.

A group of people didn't dare to do anything, so they asked Fang Jing for instructions. Seeing that the box was well protected, Fang Jing didn't dare to act rashly, so he hurriedly ordered people to call for the locksmith who was the best at picking locks in Gucheng, and then ordered people to call for Gucheng's highly skilled locksmith. Doctor, check to see if there is any poison hidden in it.

After another afternoon of tossing about this matter, three or five veteran doctors huddled together, confirmed and confirmed, and told Fang Jing: This box is non-toxic.The locksmith also carefully opened the lock intact, and then he opened it lightly through the veil.

Inside the box was a stack of books that were treasured and valued.

He took a cursory look, and found that they were all the books of Fang Jing's predecessor, Chen Ye. He didn't know how long he had collected them. He almost collected all his books. Every book was surprisingly old and clean, with no corners. No curls.

Fang Jing picked up a book casually, flipped through it, but found a piece of paper that was inside and fell to the floor. He bent down to pick it up, but he was stunned for a long time when he saw the words on it.

It was a piece of yellowed rice paper.

The young man wrote with childish but powerful strokes:

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the living and the people, inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations...

The author has something to say:

Establish a heart for the world, establish a life for the living and the people, inherit the knowledge of the past saints, and create peace for all generations. ——Zhang Zai's "Hengqu Four Sentences"