Sheng Shian

That is Song Fengan.

For the first time in his life, he ignored the law and broke in on his horse.

He shouldn't have come so late, Emperor Chengming sent someone to intercept him, the country needed ritual vessels.

He was rescued.

The fierce horse's hooves were raised high, Song Fengan tightened the reins, and got off the horse. He was always upright, but at this moment he suddenly felt the youthful spirit of the past, the gallantry of running alone in the rivers and lakes.

But after a while, he regained his former composure. He walked up the long steps slowly. Everyone dared not speak, and consciously gave way.

He stopped on the highest step, commanding the ministers, and then glanced at the last man in the crowd without official uniform.

He vaguely remembered the last sentence he said to this person, "Ziqing, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you."

Song Feng'an raised the hem of his clothes, knelt down, solemnly bowed to the king, and said, "I'm late."

Emperor Chengming closed his eyes and shook his head.

He also wanted to make amends by saying, "The cabinet is on fire, so it was the elders who were in charge of the cabinet to interrogate."

"Come on, give me a seat."

However, Song Fengan waved his hands and stood up. His eyes turned to his down-and-out cabinet colleagues, his face firm and sharp.

He took out an account book from his sleeve, and Emperor Chengming stared wide-eyed in surprise.

Song Feng'an turned to face the officials, unfolded the page like a fan, and then closed it.

"Everyone, are you looking for it?"

Although this sentence was light, it caused an uproar.

The third secretary stepped forward to check. They had seen it when they put it into the warehouse, but they hadn't had time to check it in the future. "My lord, it is indeed the ledger."

Hearing the words, Song Feng'an yelled at the doctor censor at the front, "The account book has not been lost, so how can we talk about covering up! Daqi is peaceful and the people are safe, so why is there a vision! Doctor censor, you have the heavy responsibility of supervising all officials, please return Think twice!"

Rumors about state affairs can be big or small, and Doctor Yu Shi was so frightened that he knelt down.

He bowed to Emperor Chengming, and then took a few steps outside with the ledger, to a slightly empty place, people didn't know why, but he held up the ledger.

Half of the people raised their hearts, for fear that he would announce the account book to the world in public.

Liu Yuanxuan's complexion was unprecedentedly ugly.

And Shen tightened the white phosphorous jar in his sleeve at the end of the inconspicuous end.

He knew what Song Fengan was going to do.

Now that the disaster of the cabinet has been solved, if the false account books are passed on, Song Feng'an will be the one who slandered the ministers, his reputation will not stop, and he will even put the cabinet into a weak position and withdraw from the stage of the temple.

So he is going to die.

It would be best if a white phosphorous fire broke out suddenly, and he would be completely burned.

It can not only preserve the reputation of the ages, but also lead the misfortune to those who have done bad things. If the account book is really found in the future, the crime of murdering the chief minister of the cabinet will make those greedy and sycophants of the Liu family never again. Turn over.

But Shen would not let Song Fengan die.

When he was saving Song Feng'an, he stole the white phosphorous.

That was when he had just escaped with the help of the jailer.

He originally planned to go directly to the palace, but accidentally ran into Liu Changze's hidden guards following another group of hidden guards.

And those people were guarding a sedan chair.

Shen Shi immediately realized who was inside.

He deliberately rushed out and yelled at the sedan chair, "Master Hou has an order, stop Mr. Song Ge!"

In an instant, the two sides fought.

He fished in troubled waters, hid behind, and rescued Song Fengan.

Song Feng'an didn't have time to worry about why he was released from prison, he just said: "Please send me into the palace."

Shen was hoarse and could hardly speak, so he shook his head and squeezed out two words, "Dangerous."

Song Feng'an said: "If you were, would you watch the cabinet ministers and workers ruin their fame?"

he can not.

Shen was jealous, and choked out a hoarse sentence, "No, you're going to kill yourself if you go now, and you won't be able to save them."

"What if the account book is not burned?" Song Fengan took out the account book from his arms, and he said, "Don't worry, I will be relegated at most and charged with defaming officials, and nothing serious will happen."

This is the big deal!

Song Feng Angui was like a sacrificial vessel of Daqi. Once he was demoted, he would fall directly from the sky into the mud, especially the stigma. For a person like him who valued fame more than life and death, how could he? May allow Qingming to be destroyed.

Shen immediately figured out what he was going to do.

He wants to die.

Shen is clenched with one hand, he won't allow it, he looks at the ledger, there is still room for maneuver, and... He forced himself to calm down, the cabinet will be safe for a while, and now he has to hold Song Fengan first, he He murmured, "It was I who killed Mr. Ge..."

"If this is a real account book, it will be a great chaos for the country. If this is a fake account book, it will be a disaster." Song Feng'an smiled, "It is lucky to fall into my hands. You are just Do what you should do, and the rest is fate."

Meng Yang!

Shen secretly hated it. If he hadn't been imprisoned, it would have been fine, the situation would not have become what it is now, the account book would be in his hands, and Song Feng'an would not be affected.

What method will Song Fengan use to die...

He was thinking desperately, and suddenly he thought of white phosphorus!

At this moment, he heard Song Feng'an say, "Is Liu'an Melon Pian delicious? Ziqing."

Shen Shi's brain buzzed, and he froze in place.

But this is not the time to reminisce about the past, white phosphorus, white phosphorus, white phosphorus, he suddenly grabbed Song Fengan's hand to express his excitement, and then fumbled in his sleeve calmly.

Song Feng'an smiled with a complicated expression, "I heard from the Holy Majesty that you are a descendant of the Taifu, Shen Ziqing, we have known each other for more than 20 years, you should not fool me with this sentence."

He touched a cold jar.

really.

He secretly stuffed the jar into his sleeve, and asked in a disguised manner, "You, how did you guess..."

And Song Feng'an seems to have fallen into a long and distant memory. When the Holy One was still young, he secretly teased an oriole bird behind the rockery in the Imperial Garden, but his expression was almost on the verge of tears.

He asked, "Why is His Majesty unhappy?"

The Holy Majesty seemed frightened, and immediately calmed down, "Sir, I didn't."

He didn't try to expose the boy's stubbornness, but asked, "Ziqing gave you this, right? I saw him catch it when he was controlling the water. Is it an oriole?"

"No, it's a falcon."

There is such a small falcon...

The Holy One said calmly, "It's dying."

"Why?"

His Majesty's eyes dimmed and said, "Nagaze doesn't like it."

Song Feng'an thought for a while, and called the servant to get a knife and wood, and carved a yellow falcon that was exactly the same. It's not worth His Majesty's trouble."

The corner of the Holy Majesty's mouth pressed down, a little aggrieved.

Song Feng'an couldn't bear it and said: "Young Lord Marquis is reckless, this yellow falcon may not survive in the palace, if the Holy Majesty can't let it go, let me take care of it."

The Holy Majesty took the yellow falcon woodcarving he handed over, his sadness flashed in his eyes and he disappeared, he smiled and said, "No need. The elder Ge's teaching is very good, I am the master of the world, and I should distinguish between the priority and the priority. The old man laughed."

The Holy Majesty got up and left, and said while rubbing shoulders: "Thank you for the gift, Mr. Ge, I like it very much."

The next day, I heard that the small yellow falcon had died.

To die and then to live.

I didn't expect to live until now, and still fly past his eyes...

That day he took a wooden carved yellow falcon to visit the sick Holy Majesty, and he asked the Holy Majesty what was he plotting?Why sent Shen to send a letter to Fu Zhenzhong?Can Shen be trusted?

The Holy Majesty only said that Shen is a descendant of Taifu.

It's so ridiculous, Shen Ziqing was afraid of dragging others down, she didn't even dare to marry her, how could she have descendants.

Song Fengan understood instantly.

He looked at Shen Shi with far-sighted eyes, unbelievable that the young man in front of him was an old friend, but Hulukou, Lu'an Guapian, handwriting, and speech, too many of them showed the truth, he was happy for his old friend to come back to life, and nothing else important.

But he was worried that his old friends would feel guilty. He said: "Some people keep the old world, and some people innovate the prosperous world. But since we have made a choice, we can only go on. Maybe it seems earth-shaking and tragic now, but looking at history, it is just a long river. A cluster of small waves. In history books, a person's life is nothing more than a page and a few strokes."

"All things iterate, only Jiangshan is eternal."

Shen Shi finally let go, and Song Fengan got on the horse and said, "Ziqing, don't blame yourself, I don't blame you."

The general dies on the battlefield, and the temple dies on the country.

This is the best home.

But Shen was only thinking about saving people, ignoring how Song Fengan, who was so worried about his family and country even after his death, would suddenly talk so much nonsense.

Like encouragement, like persuasion, and like last words...

Shen looked at Song Feng'an standing on the long steps attracting everyone's attention. He flipped through the fingertips of countless pages of Qing History, stopped at the title page of the ledger, and then said solemnly and with a vicissitudes of life: "The roots are deep, the wind blows I can’t afford it. With a righteous heart, evil cannot be broken. The gentlemen are the pillars of the great Qi, but now they have taught termites to eat their hearts before they can build a building, and they are reduced to empty pockets!”

"Just ask Sheji Jiangshan, how can I hand it over to you and others for help!"

He held up the account book, "Today, the Holy Son of Heaven personally interrogates, and I hold the book on the high platform, so I will goug out all the sick and rotten flesh in this account book in front of the world! Return the country to justice, and the society to prosper!"

He has a great reputation and has been expected for a long time, and now he is even more majestic and stable like a mountain. Even Emperor Chengming believed in him and signaled the imperial army to let him be driven.

The strong light after the rain was particularly dazzling, shining on Song Fengan like a majestic and solemn statue.He read the names and surnames in the account book word by word, from the ninth year of Xianhe, from the first-rank ministers to the eunuchs and servants, one person was dragged down by the guards after he read one.

When he read the fifth one, there were heartless people sitting on the ground with limp legs. Could it be that today is a day when wealth and fame are all for naught.

Liu Yuanxuan's hands trembled.

Everyone's eyes were focused on that ledger, wishing to turn it into reality and burn the ledger to ashes.

At this moment, Shen stood up. He wanted to point out that this account book was a fake, and stop Song Ge's behavior, saying that he had already replaced the real account book.

Although the crime is as high as beheading, as long as he can buy time, he will definitely be able to find the real ledger.

"I have something important to report to you!"

But no one heard it.

Everyone watched the account book burn, shouting and calling for firefighters.

"White phosphorus, don't go there! It's white phosphorus!"

There is no way to save white phosphorus from burning, anyone who touches it will burn.

Shen Shi rushed forward like crazy, he ran and shouted, Fengan! ! !Song Fengan! ! !Song Fengan! ! !

But his voice had been damaged long ago, and at the moment he was in a violent mood, it only sounded like an unpleasant whine, and he couldn't hear the specifics clearly.

The fire was so big that the people in the outer circle almost ran away, Shen jumped in desperately.

Suddenly, he was hugged tightly by a person from behind.

He couldn't break free no matter what.

His face turned into a terrifying look, and he kept waving his hands and feet, Feng An, don't! ! ! !

No! ! !

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it desperately, only to see Song Fengan in the firelight seemed to smile at him, and then said something...

It's a pity that Shen was so distraught that he couldn't see what he said clearly. He could only see that the fire was burning more and more fiercely, burning Song Feng'an completely beyond recognition...

That is his classmate, his confidant, his elder brother, his close relative! ! !

Fengan... Fengan... Fengan don't...

Fengan! ! !don't want! !Bong An! !I hurt you!

Don't burn it!stop!Fengan! ! !

Fengan!

Shen Shi screamed, howled desperately, and then was knocked out with a palm.