A traitor

Looking at the source of the sound, I saw people blocking the road lined up one by one, and finally a figure appeared at the end.

About 80 or [-] years old, with gray hair, cold bones, stooped figure, as thin as a green pine, wearing a blue-gray Su Confucian robe, sitting on a bamboo frame, and being carried in.

Behind him, followed by seven or eight young people, all handsome and handsome, dressed as scholars, looked like students from some private school, standing behind the master respectfully.

The person who came was Su Qinglang's former mentor, Song Hongru, who was well-educated and talented. He was a cabinet scholar, so he should be Xu Jin's senior, and the two had some friendship.

After the Sanying Rebellion Case happened that year, not only the three adults involved, but also Su Qinglang was implicated, and together with his father and his second mother, they were thrown into the sky prison. To avoid suspicion and protect themselves, they kept silent on this matter.

Only the old gentleman firmly believed in the innocence of his students. At an octogenarian age, he walked unsteadily, but washed his hair and washed his feet. He kneeled three times and kowtowed nine times, and his head was bleeding. The four students of the school clean up their grievances.

But unexpectedly, Su Qinglang was greedy for life and afraid of death, betrayed his promise, and betrayed his classmates and friends in order to survive.

At the critical moment, he took refuge under the command of the treacherous official Qin Jian, and even personally supervised and beheaded the three classmates and their families to show his loyalty.

Mr. Song lost his student, and a traitor like Su Qinglang came out of his door, so he was naturally grieved in his heart.

In the early court when Mr. Su officially took office and accepted the official position, he fell off the golden tortoise, cut off Yujue, and resigned from the official position of a bachelor. Since then, he has turned against Su Qinglang and has become a stranger.

Now, as a white man, he stays in Chang'an to open a school, teaches and educates people, and rarely comes out, except for those scholars in the school, it is difficult for others to see him.

All the people in the hall are the juniors of Song Hongru, and many of them were even his disciples, so even the old gentleman has no official position now.

Even though they are all in high positions, when they saw the old gentleman, they still had expressions of respect and admiration on their faces.

There are also some officials who have disagreements with the old man in political views and different positions on weekdays. They all restrained their expressions and bowed their heads to pay respects to him.

Su Qinglang was standing arrogantly and domineeringly in the mourning hall, but when he heard the familiar voice, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Turning around slowly, seeing Song Hongru's figure, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of white powder, it was very ugly, and he was very stunned.

After a stalemate for a while, he lowered his body like a crab stuck in a shell, bowed to the person who came, and said, "Students see their teachers."

Song Hongru raised his hand, and the students below stopped and slowly lowered the bamboo frame.

He looked at Su Qinglang, who was about four or five feet away from him, in his old and cloudy eyes, there was a deep and cool light inwardly.

A few years at a glance, a moment is like a lifetime, since the last time in the Golden Temple, since Jue died, although it is only five years, it feels like the time flies, as if a lifetime has passed.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, turned his head to give a few instructions to a blue-clothed scholar next to him, leaned on the bamboo frame again, and coughed heavily.

The blue-clothed scholar nodded knowingly, turned around and took two steps, and saluted Xu Jin: "Master Xu, Mr. came to visit after hearing that something happened to your grandson, please take care of yourself, don't miss your body by being hurt."

Xu Jin was still crying, looking at Song Hongru, who was in his seventies and eighties, who couldn't even walk well, but came to visit him in the mansion, naturally moved, nodded repeatedly, choked up in thanks.

Thinking of Mr. Song's old age and his poor health, it would be inconvenient for him to stay in the hall for a long time, so Xu Jin broke free from his family and went forward to invite the old man to speak in the inner hall.

When he was about to start driving, the blue-clothed scholar stopped in his tracks again. He turned around, looked at Su Qinglang and asked, "Master Su, since you are not welcomed by the master's house, why don't you leave?"

Su Qinglang has always maintained a posture of saluting, no one cares about him, like a yellow leaf in the autumn frost, his situation is bleak and bleak.

Hearing this, he lowered his body again, cupped his hands to Song Hongru and said: "Respect the teacher, you should say hello when you see the gentleman, the students dare not get up without the teacher speaking."

The blue-clothed scholar glanced at Song Hongru, turned his head again, and said to Su Qinglang, "Sir, he once had a student who was somewhat similar to an adult."

Su Qinglang raised his head, with a dazed expression, looked at the blue-clothed scholar, as if he had received grace, and said blankly: "The past is as vivid as it was yesterday."

The blue-clothed scholar said again: "Sir, that student is talented, unconventional, and easy-going, and won his heart. If he does the right way and does the right thing in the future, he will definitely accomplish something."

Su Qinglang turned his eyes to Song Hongru, but saw that Mr. Song closed his eyes in regret, and he still doesn't want to look at him again.

He smiled bitterly, lowered his head, and replied: "Mr.'s past teachings are clear and unforgettable, and I will never forget them."

After a silence, the blue-clothed scholar said slowly again: "Sir, after so many years, do you still not regret it?"

Su Qinglang was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes again, and after a long time, he said calmly: "Qinglang upholds the laws of the country, and every word and deed is for the affairs of the state, why do you regret it?"

The blue-clothed scholar stopped talking immediately, and after a long while, he said: "Sir, although your lord and that student have somewhat similar features, their temperaments are quite different. Your lord, you have mistaken someone."

After a pause, he said again: "Today is the funeral ceremony held in Master Xu's mansion. As the Minister of Rites, Your Excellency should know the etiquette involved. Dare I ask you, which side of the relatives do you belong to?"

Su Qinglang didn't answer, but heard him say again: "If you're not a relative, then you're a good friend, Mr. Xu, do you know this lord?"

With a gloomy face, Xu Jin replied bitterly: "I don't know!"

"That's how it is..."

The scholar in blue nodded, then turned to Su Zheshan and asked, "Master Su, do you know this lord?"

Su Zheshan's face was darker than Xu Jin's, like the bottom of a pot, he snorted, and flicked his sleeve with gritted teeth.

Seeing his reaction like this, the blue-clothed scholar smiled faintly, and finally looked at Su Qinglang and said, "Master Su, why don't you go?"

In a battle, the other party hit him hard one after another, stabbing him to the bottom of his heart every time, but Su Qinglang could only fight back and not fight back when he scolded.

After being a teacher for many years, Master Shangshu has been relying on eloquence for a living, but today he is disgraced and completely lost in front of everyone.

He clenched his fingers, and heard another person slowly say: "Brother Su came here because he was entrusted by someone to offer incense sticks for Mr. Xu."

He raised his head, and saw Mei Liusheng standing in the crowd, walking towards him, standing in front of him, protecting him behind him, and continued: "If Mr. Xu is not willing, let the lower officials do it for you. "

Everyone in the hall sighed for a while. In this situation, they can still stand up and speak for the villains. It can be seen that Mei Zhuangyuan definitely has true love for Mr. Su.

Seeing this, Xu Jingfei's elder brother replied: "Lord Mei, please forgive me, my younger brother did something wrong before, and now I have to blame myself. Grandfather will not blame Lord Mei, and will respect you because Lord Mei enforced the law impartially. But Master Su is incompatible with our Xu family, if Master Mei insists on this, please forgive our Xu family for not agreeing."

This time it was good, not only Su Qinglang was rejected by others, but also Mei Liusheng was also treated coldly.

Su Qinglang stood behind Mei Liusheng, feeling that he was too spineless, after a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed.

He raised his eyes and said in a provocative voice: "It's just incense sticks, and I don't want it. If it's not for the sake of my friends, you think I'm full and idle, and I have nothing to come here to seek bad luck?"

As he spoke, he pushed Mei Liusheng aside, walked forward, looked at Xu Jin and said, "I'll come, just say a word and leave. Mr. Xu can listen to you if you want, and if you don't want to, you have to listen to me."

As soon as these words were uttered, even Mei Liusheng was startled, after all, it was too rude to say such words, even if the trouble was brought up to the emperor, Su Qinglang would not get any benefit.

Earlier, in front of the so-called mentor, Mr. Su still acted like a good student, but in the blink of an eye, he turned his face faster than turning a book, as if he was a different person.

I really don't know what he wants to do...

Seeing that Su Qinglang turned around, walked a few steps towards the mourning hall, stood in front of Xu Jingfei's coffin, and said word by word——

"My friend said, now that you have both the silver contract and your life for your life, she won't owe you any more."

In the astonishment and silence of the crowd, Su Qinglang turned and walked out of the mourning hall. Under such circumstances, Mei Liusheng couldn't stay any longer, and seeing that something was wrong with Su Qinglang, she also followed out.

The two walked out of the Xu residence, Mei Liusheng looked at Su Qinglang tentatively, and asked, "Brother Su, are you... all right?"

Su Qinglang was silent for a moment, then raised the corners of his lips, and replied: "I'm in a bad mood today, and I was insulted by a brat, Brother Mei laughed."

Mei Liusheng didn't answer, and saw him unfold his folding fan with a whoosh, and walked towards the long street like a normal person.

Mei Zhuangyuan didn't know where he was going, but he could clearly see that Mr. Su was really in a bad mood today, so he had no choice but to follow him all the way to the wilderness outside the city.

In a deserted mountain forest, there is a tombstone. The tomb is covered with new soil. The person inside should have died not long ago. Looking at the name on the tombstone, it should be a woman.

Su Qinglang squatted in front of the tombstone, due to the spring rain, the soil in the mountains was damp, and his snow-white clothes were stained with a little mud.

Standing beside him, Mei Liusheng saw that he took out a letter from his sleeve and placed it in front of the tombstone. It was stained with blood, and Su Qinglang's name could be vaguely seen on a few lines of neat and small characters.

Su Qinglang stretched out his hand and touched the newly erected tombstone, as if pitying the beauty in the boudoir's fragrant pavilion, he said flatly: "Well, I have already brought it, and you don't have to wait for him anymore."

After a pause, he seemed to be lamenting, and murmured to himself: "I can't bear even a little bit of pain, and I leave behind what I should do, and I always think about dying. ...how is he better than me?"