Lang Jun is coming

The disastrous victory of the whole country's troops is like the return of the Heng Dynasty. Daxing reorganized the army and gradually encroached on the small territory.

In the winter of the first year of Tianyou, Daxing broke through Dingzhou.

In the spring of the second year of Tianyou, Shunchang Mansion fell.

In the autumn of the second year of Tianyou, Daxing occupied Ningzhou, the old capital of Heng Dynasty.

In the winter of the second year of Tianyou, the city in the south of the Yangtze River was broken, and the people fled to Huaijing.Weng Meiyu, a famous writer in the literary world, died of depression.

It wasn't until the third year of the new emperor's succession to the throne, when the new willows were green and Huaijing was full of catkins like in previous years, that Jiang Ye led his troops to besiege the capital.

The little official's family had just turned ten years old, but they refused to go south to escape disaster if they could foresee the end.After many years of disputes between the old and new parties, the only consensus was finally reached.

Swear to the death not to be a coward going south in embarrassment.

Jiang Ye wasn't in a hurry to attack, and didn't even need to attack.After being baptized on the battlefield, he looked a little more fierce than before.

Huai Jing is like a bird in a cage now, it is easy to catch him.But he didn't want to waste his efforts, he only wanted to sleep Huaijing to death, and he had plenty of time to wait for the emperor of Heng Dynasty to give it to him.

"Go and tell them that if the emperor of the Heng Dynasty opened the city gates to welcome us into the city, this king promises not to hurt the people in the city at all."

He ordered camps to be set up outside the city, rewarded soldiers with good wine and meat every day, and psychologically defeated Hengchao's defense line.I have endured it for so many years, and it is not bad for this moment.

The subordinate got the order and took the megaphone, and really shouted in front of the city gate.

It was still cold in spring, and the soldiers guarding the city wall could only swallow dryly as they watched the passers-by eat and drink enough to keep warm.But his eyes were still fixed on his face, and he didn't seem to hear Daxing's call.

In Yanhe Hall, there were no books on the table in front of the Xiaoguan's family, and there were only two people in the huge palace.

"Zhang Qing, can Huaijing's remaining troops still fight?"

This sentence was asked, and after a little thought, Zhang Lequan replied neither happy nor angry: "The Forbidden Army and the Huaijing Defenders are still there, and every male in the city is a military force."

With a slight pause, he stared into the shocked eyes of the little official, and said with a smile: "The same is true for the minister."

At the time of life and death, what about civil servants?How are the students of Guozijian?So what if it's a walker in the market?Anyone who can hold a sword is a member of the city guard.

However, it is very delicate that the small official's family ordered him to see him.In court, he is neither a new party nor an old party, and is neutral.Although Yu Jinghuai, a member of Zhongshushe, is not a figure in the two parties, he is too indifferent to government affairs.

Small officials do not believe in the old party or the new party, and perhaps even he is open to question.This person believes in himself the most.

Zhang Lequan was born as an out-and-out scholar, but when he talked about defending the city with a sword, he didn't even blink his eyes, as if it was a rare and common thing.

What needs to be worried most is not Jiang Ye's siege of the city, but his patient waiting, cutting off Huaijing's water and food, leaving them in the city with nowhere to use their energy.

Huaijing is undoubtedly the most prosperous city in the Heng Dynasty, but this prosperity is built on the basis of many shops, not endless fields.

The food in the granary is limited, and there will be a day when it runs out.The people hid in their homes in panic all day long, worrying about the only food they had.At this time, gold and silver are like dung, and a bite is more precious than anything else.

Many officials and eunuchs drove away a group of domestic servants in order to ask for food to last longer.There are more and more homeless people on the streets of the city.

Pei Yanfu sat on the wooden chair in the main hall, listening to the butler counting the rice with the abacus.

"Ah Lang, it's all here."

The paper in the housekeeper's hand recorded the food for the whole house in detail, and handed it to the person sitting upright tremblingly.

It's not that Shen Zhizheng is terrible in itself, but that he is afraid that he will be sent away by the Pei family with a few taels of useless money like those exiles on the street, and then starve to death.

Pei Yanfu didn't respond, he raised his hand to take the piece of paper, read it and memorized each word in his heart.After a long time, he couldn't help sighing and said, "Give half of it to the refugees in the city."

"This……"

The housekeeper made a sound in shock, turned his eyes on the wife and Pei Lian beside him, and persuaded: "There is not much food in the mansion, if we divide half of it, we won't be able to open the pot within half a month."

There is no need for him to remind, who here is not aware of the current situation and wants to hoard food?Whether it is half a month or a month, there is always a time when the food is exhausted.

Gu Ying stood up against the table, Daizi's long beanie brought a gust of wind, and she reached out her hand decisively, "Give me the key to the warehouse, and I will go to mix it myself."

Pei Lian also said, "Let's divide."

The butler shook his head, took the key from his waist and handed it over.

Even though he knew that the master's family could not see the suffering of the people, but there were too many suffering people, and digging out the mansion would not save them, it would be nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Suddenly half a month passed, and Pei's house couldn't get rid of the pot at all. On this night, Pei Lian was sleeping soundly, when suddenly he was awakened by a burst of thunder, and when the lightning flashed, he heard an eager knock on the door.

The servant held an umbrella and braved the "crashing" rain, shouting at the top of his voice, "Mr.! There are people fighting in the city..."

After a while, the door was opened from the inside. Pei Lian was only wearing a long gown, her hair was scuffed up, and her eyes were not sleepy at all.

"Where is Zhang Wenyu?"

Zhang Wenyu should be in charge of things like fighting.Nothing will fall on him.

The servant hurriedly held the umbrella for Pei Lian, and the two talked as they walked.

"There are too many people, Mr. Zhang can't take care of it, all the adults have gone. Speaking of it, it's because of one bite."

The servant noticed the man's expression, and suddenly stepped into the puddle, and the cloth shoes and the socks inside were soaked immediately.He was shivering from the cold, and tremblingly said: "He has already killed someone..."

It was difficult to see the face clearly in the night, and the servant could only see the coldness in the other's brow like a sharp sword drawn from the sheath from the afterglow of the lantern in front of the passing big family's house.

The nature of fighting and killing people is completely different.The former can be dispersed and reconciled, while the latter violated the law.But at the moment of life and death, those people may also find the law ridiculous.In the past, when Dali Temple showed its waist card, no matter how many people were silent in an instant, how could they dare to make mistakes?

If the country does not rule the country, its prestige is like grass.

After all, Pei Lian went a little late, and the matter was almost over.The clothes and robes of his meticulous colleagues were drenched, Liu Hanqiu coughed and his face turned red, pointing at those who were tied up and kneeling in the rain, he cursed angrily: "The seven-foot strong man competes with women and children for food, it is shameful and hateful!"

After Mei Yanyu passed away, he was not in good health either, and he suffered from cold and high fever at every turn.It is raining heavily right now, and the dilapidated body is even worse.

The noise was mixed with cat-like crying, which was very pitiful.Pei Lian looked around and saw a woman in a blue old cloth dress. Her hair was disheveled, her arms were curled up stiffly, and she was face down and had long since lost her life.Beside him sat a child with a bun on his head.It was cold at night, not to mention raining.He was only wearing a funny adult clothes, his lips were frozen white and he could only utter a few words.

Pei Lian took the umbrella from the servant and walked over. She raised her hand and slowly pushed aside the woman's body. The corpse turned over stiffly, with a fist-sized steamed bun under her curled arms.

"Steamed bun!"

The accompanying servant's eyes lit up, and he almost couldn't restrain himself from rushing forward.He didn't eat anything for two days, and when he was hungry, he poured water from the well, and his stomach was full after drinking. After a while, he was hungry again and became more and more miserable.

After the two words came out, the domestic servant was still sensible and realized that he had lost his composure, shut his mouth and backed away slightly.

In the eyes of everyone, Pei Lian took out the soaked steamed buns and stuffed them into the children's hands.

"Eat."

The child was about three years old, and when he saw someone approaching, he yelled in fear, holding the steamed buns in his hand and didn't know how to eat, staring blankly at the person who squatted down and took off the outer long gown to wrap him.

The long gown couldn't resist the chill, so Pei Lian hugged the skinny man with only bones in his arms, glanced around at his colleagues present, and suddenly raised his voice and turned his head to ask the servants.

"Where is Song Yushi?"

I was in a hurry just now, and didn't notice that the pillow beside me was empty.At this time, almost all the colleagues in the DPRK and China were there, except for a few figures missing.

The servant trembled, fearing that he would get angry, and replied tremblingly: "I was ordered to enter the palace half an hour ago..."

When the edict arrived, Mr. Song saw that Lang Jun was sleeping deeply, so he didn't let him disturb him, and went to get dressed neatly.Both of them are masters, so how dare he talk too much.

Pei Lian's face suddenly became horribly dark, and he stuffed the child and the umbrella into the arms of the servant, and didn't care if he got wet in the rain.

"You go home first."

Then he turned and rushed into the rainstorm.

The servant waved and shouted anxiously, "Where is the gentleman going?!"

Pei Lian didn't look back, facing the endless night, he only said: "Miyagi."

Apart from Song Yiqing, there are also Lu Shijue, Zhang Lequan, Chen Juncong and Zhao Yanchen among the few.

Liu Hanqiu will not be ordered to go if he does not intervene in the government.However, those who were ordered to go away were those who had a strong voice in the court, and it was almost unnecessary to guess what to discuss together.

Pei Lian urged herself to go faster and faster.In the past, I never felt that the road to the forbidden gate of Miyagi was so long.

Once some things are late, the ending is doomed.

The space of the Nuan Pavilion is much smaller than those of Wende Hall and Yanhe Hall.A few people squeezed in and it was a little crowded.

The small official's small body was stuffed into the wide wooden chair, full of shame, waiting for the response of several courtiers.

In the 11th year of Jianyuan, it was also a rainy night, and the memory of Huizong protecting Zheng Chuiying to appease the old party is still very vivid.Chen Juncong looked away from the window, overwhelmed by endless disappointment.His only hope was in vain after all.

"I'm going."

He spoke quietly.

The little official looked over in surprise, after all since he succeeded to the throne, this person has frequently asked for leave, and he thought that the other party was in the same state of mind as Zhang Lequan.

Song Yiqing followed up and said, "I'm going."

Strange, there are times when there are disputes about ruining one's reputation.

Zhang Lequan and Lu Shijue couldn't help but look sideways, with admiration in hesitation.

Song Yiqing said again: "There is always someone who has to bear the name, one is enough. If the officials don't agree, the minister will die."

As soon as the remonstrance came out, the petty official was shocked and bluffed and hurriedly said, "I'm sure."

While talking, he observed Chen Juncong from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party had no intention of arguing, he just sat there indifferently, unable to figure out what he was thinking due to the burning candlelight.

"Open the door!"

Pei Lian was soaked through and stopped in front of the forbidden door. She felt cold all over her body, but her heart was like a fire.

The imperial army was quite difficult to persuade, "Pei Sansi, you have been an official for ten years, how can you not know that the forbidden door will not be opened after the key is issued? Besides, you don't even have a fish bag for this trip..."

They stand guard every day and are very familiar with the faces of various officials.But the rules are laid out, and it doesn't matter how familiar they are.

"Hey! Pei Sansi, you can't ignore the rules!"

In the middle of the sentence, the imperial guard quickly stopped the person who was about to rush in and said seriously.

Just as he didn't know how to make a good stall, the sound of unlocking came from inside the forbidden door, and then he was slowly pushed open by the forbidden army inside.Pei Lian stopped and looked up to see a scarlet official uniform.

Song Yiqing quietly faded from her depression in the Nuan Pavilion, and asked with a smile, "Why did you come here? I don't know how to hold an umbrella yet."

He dragged the person away by tugging on the sleeves that could wring out water. He thought Pei Lian was tall and it was difficult to support him, so he naturally gave the umbrella to the other party to support him.

Pei Lian didn't care what he asked, and stopped resolutely.

"I'm going to talk to the officials."

Song Yiqing grabbed him again, raised his voice and said, "What did you say?"

"Don't think you can hide it from me." Pei Lian wanted to brush off the hand that was pulling on her sleeve, but halfway she couldn't bear to hold her slender wrist, her eyes were red, "I'll go."

The rain gradually subsided, and Song Yiqing raised his head and was able to kiss Pei Lian's chin. He slightly stepped on his feet and kissed the corner of his lips, half jokingly asking: "I made a remonstrance in front of the officials, so you're going to let me do this Is Yushi Zhongcheng really showing his ambition by death?"

Pei Lian was holding an umbrella, regardless of how wet her clothes were, she moved her forward with the other hand, biting her lips indiscriminately, showing panic in a slightly rough manner.

"In the future, I will also be regarded as 'leaving a name in history'. Maybe I will have more pen and ink than you."

Song Yiqing panted and laughed at herself.

Pei Lian's chest was stuffy and he couldn't relax. Looking at the familiar Miyagi, he said tiredly, "Achi, let's leave Huaijing."

In the spring and April of the third year of Tianyou, when the sun pierced through the clouds, the gate of Huaijing, which was closed in front of the marching army, was slowly pushed open.

The sound of the heavy door hinge stimulated everyone's mind, the red lacquer and copper nails were as old as before, and the iron ring held in the lion's mouth on the door shook gently.

Sitting on horseback, Jiang Ye witnessed the long-awaited victory like every other person in the industry.

The gate of the city was opened, and only the officials in the crimson robes of Wei Heng Dynasty stood inside the majestic city gate.

Song Yiqing cupped her hands and looked up at the Qiaolou bathed in sunlight and the last inch of Heng Dynasty.

"Enter the city!"

Joy appeared on Jiang Ye's gloomy face, he lightly tapped his horse's hooves, and led the soldiers behind him into Huaijing slowly.

After eight years in Jianyuan, he finally came back.

According to the previous promise, no one will be hurt.The officials of the Heng Dynasty stood together in official uniforms.Jiang Ye found it dazzling, and he was furious for no reason, "Where's Yan Sheng?!"

He promised not to hurt the people, but he didn't agree to spare the emperor of Heng Dynasty.Otherwise, it will cause quite a storm.

Liu Hanqiu stepped forward with a straight body, his eyes full of despair, "The world is at peace, Chaoheng Changning!"

After finishing speaking, he slammed straight into the masonry city wall, blood was splashed everywhere, and many officials turned pale in fright.

His body gradually weakened and he fell to the ground. Liu Hanqiu was still breathing, his eyes were wide open, and he stared intently at Miyagi who was submerged in the raging sea of ​​flames, and the thick smoke shot straight into the sky.

Yan Sheng, the last emperor of the Heng Dynasty, died for his country, and the foundation laid by the former Taizu has become a thing of the past.

Jiang Ye sent people to put out the fire, and carefully checked whether Yan Sheng really died in the sea of ​​fire.Then he turned to the remaining old ministers and asked: "This king cherishes the worthy and talented. If he can be loyal to the new dynasty, he will not blame the past and will not doubt his appointment."

"Don't think about it!"

Lu Shijue's eyes widened with anger, and he drew the sword from Jiang Ye's waist and committed suicide.Blood fell on the white Luo Zhongdan along the blade, like red plums competing to bloom in winter.

"Anymore?"

Jiang Ye couldn't hide the hostility in his eyes, he leaned over and glanced at everyone one by one.

Then someone picked up the long sword in Lu Shijue's hand, or spattered three feet of blood, or cut off his hair and flung his sleeves away, never entering the court again.

Among the more than a hundred old ministers, none of them were willing to surrender.

It really is a tough bone raised by Heng Chao.Jiang Ye cursed secretly, his mood of defeating Jiangshan was mostly diluted, and then looked at Pei Lian with a sneer.

"Pei Sansi, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you spattered with blood, or have you broken your will? This king thinks you are a great talent."

Among all the people, the only one he can admire is this one, the hint in the words is obvious.

Neither humble nor overbearing, Pei Lian silently picked up the blade, which still had the blood of several colleagues on it.

The sword was raised and lowered, and the white light shimmered slightly.A strand of hair slowly fell to the ground.

"Thanks to the great love, I hope that I will never enter the court."

Huaijing has mountains and is close to the sea, but it is much inferior to Dengzhou.There is also a cliff near the sea, where the waves beat and wash away day after day, and when it was dusk, it was once regarded as a magnificent scene in Huaijing.

"Master Chen, stay here, I will invite you to enter the court!"

Seeing that the person he was looking for was approaching the edge of the cliff step by step, the chasing soldiers had to stop not far away.

The sea breeze wrinkled the gown. Hearing this, Chen Juncong turned around and said with a smile, "Entering the court? The court that Zhong Wei didn't know has been burned."

From the moment Meng Ruanqing died, he never smiled sincerely, but now that there is a cliff behind him, and the ending is set, he is smiling from the bottom of his heart.

Losing all hope is also a kind of relief.

When the heel exceeded the boundary of the cliff, a stone fell and was instantly swallowed by the waves without any splash.

The man swallowed nervously, and raised his hand to comfort him, "It's all easy to talk about, Mr. Chen, please don't back away."

The emperor of the new dynasty loves talents, so he specially asked him to invite the old ministers of the Heng Dynasty to join the court.If it disappears under the eyes of people, wouldn't it be too much to eat and walk around?

Seeing the vastness of the world, hair brushing against his face disturbing his vision, Chen Juncong recalled that year when he went to Daxiangguo Temple to seek marriage, he issued two lottery tickets.The unsolved second sign only has eight characters.

"Shadow and shadow hang together, Luan and phoenix alone."

Thinking about it now is all right.

He suddenly laughed triumphantly, either at the person or at the stick, his lips moved slightly and said, "I'm not as good as you want!"

"Master Chen!"

The man exclaimed, and chased forward and lay down on the edge of the cliff, barely tearing a corner of his clothes.

The sound of the wind whizzed by, and the sound of the waves was getting closer.Chen Juncong watched the sky gradually go away, still smiled and murmured, "Brother Heng, you and I will never meet in a dream."

The waves rolled over, engulfing his figure along with the gravel on the shore.The salty seawater poured into his nose and nose, and the lack of oxygen made his chest ache as if it was about to burst.

Chen Juncong's eyes stayed on the tiny floating light on the sea surface, he closed his eyes lightly, and kept sinking.

He will forever have a dream in the depths of the endless sea.

Huaijing finally had rice grains, Chen Bo bought a big bag with broken silver, made a bowl of porridge and wanted to serve it to the master.However, he opened the door, and there was only a piece of paper with wet ink on the table.

It is the master's last poem:

The sound of Jingnu rolls clear and rains, and the drizzle weeps for the old man.

Who knows the color of willows on the street, let's look at the soul of the butterfly under the lamp.

Ten years of grievances and grievances are ashes, and a hundred days of life and death are astringent.

Long is a heartbroken guest in the seat, frivolous and fearful, bearing the shade of spring.