Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

The Canglang poured out the candlelight of last night, and when I was getting ready, I found that it had rained a little outside, and it seemed to be extraordinarily cool in the morning.

He asked Ah Li to take that snow-white fox fur. The old clothes inevitably wrinkled from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.Ah Li stood on the little scorpion and shook vigorously, something fell out and was rolling under Cang Lang's feet.

Ah Li held the fox fur under his arm, and was about to bend over to pick it up, when a servant's voice came from outside the door.He jumped off the twig and ran to listen, but when he turned around, the object had disappeared.

"What's the matter?" Ah Li was still waiting to find out, but when he heard the gentleman ask a question, he held up his clothes and answered, "There is a message from the palace that the sage is very sick, and today's morning court will be skipped."

It was also from a year ago that Emperor Longkang's health deteriorated and he suffered from constant ailments. Apart from the occasional hiatus, most important military and political matters were delegated to the cabinet for decision.As a result, all kinds of speculations about the safety of the dragon's body were rampant in the ruling and opposition parties. At the court meeting, some courtiers tried to move to establish a reserve, but the sage found a way to avoid it.

Cang Lang's outstretched hand paused in the air, after thinking about it, he still dropped it.

"Anyway, it's packed up, order someone to harness the horse, and go to the Imperial Academy's office."

Ah Li responded, and ran out, Cang Lang saw the person walking away, Fang took out the hand he had been hiding from behind.In the middle of the clearly visible palm prints, lies the wolf fang.

It has been dusty for a year, and the color has peeled off a bit, but it doesn't hinder the coldness, especially.Cang Lang caressed it once, reluctant to let it go, until Ah Li "peddled" away and came back again, he sleeved his wolf teeth as if he had just woken up from a dream, and silently recited to himself and the giver in his heart.

"hold on."

After entering the Hanlin Academy, who knows that Chen Li arrived earlier, collation of yesterday's yellow books one by one in the duty room, and he didn't lift his head when he saw people coming.

"Fuya Palace has undergone a shocking change, why did it end so hastily?"

Those who are seen in the annals of history with turmoil will eventually be feared by the Tian family in every possible way.Even if the writers of history can't cover up the mistakes, the technique of cutting out the complicated and simplifying it will inevitably use one or two.

Cang Lang knew what he meant, took off his fox fur and patted the water drops on his collar, and said: "It's all right if there is a real emperor and a fake emperor. So many important court officials follow the deer as a horse because of their prestige. Lord Chen thinks that this kind of absurd scandal will be included in the publication." In the annals of history, how should future generations think of me, Dayan?"

Chen Li was dumbfounded by the words, shook his head and let out a sigh of emotion, and gently opened the page.

In the palace change in the fourth year of Longkang, the heavy rain shattered the superficial calm, and the undercurrents turned into violent waves in the open, sweeping everyone to the critical moment.

Ming Huang halogen book, the emperor's guard of honor, and under the canopy umbrella is the restless "Emperor Longkang".Yang Dazhi saluted calmly, then turned his head and ordered Jin Yiwei to bring him up from the verandah.

In front of the empty palace gate where the heavy rain was pouring, the courtiers who had been trapped for several days saw two identical "Emperor Longkang", and they were shocked and horrified.However, after being immersed in the officialdom for a long time, no one is a sincere person, so he quickly understood the situation in front of him, and also guessed Yang Dazhi's intention to bring them here.

Choose one of the two, and the remaining one will be killed as a traitor who committed a rebellion, and the decision is in their hands.However, after experiencing the humiliating motion of being pushed down by the blade, the cabinet ministers knew that they had no choice at all.

Numbly and slowly, stiffly and fearfully, all the courtiers had clearly removed all the shackles, and they turned to the emperor who dragged Dayan into the abyss one after another like prisoners carrying heavy shackles.They knelt down and murmured "Long live my emperor, long live, long live", and the rain ran down their cheeks like tears.

Looking at the humiliation on the faces of these powerful officials, Yang Dazhi felt extremely happy.How many of these people are seconders of the "soft bones of civil servants", how shameful and indignant they are today for how righteous their words were back then.

Good and fair.

He made a gesture, and a shadow rushed to him in the rain.Feng Lin saw that it was a white wolf, his eyes were as sharp as Huaying's, and there was a bit of murderous aura in it.Feng Lin recognized it, just like Huaiying, the white wolf was Ruomuji's close servant who had been tamed since childhood.

"Finish the last thing for your master, and tell the Qiang cavalry waiting outside the city that the situation has been divided and their scimitars can be unsheathed."

A'hua heard the order and was silent, her body rushing through the rain became the only vivid thing in the silence.However, for Dayan's monarch and ministers, it was the prelude to a downfall.

"Yang Dazhi, don't push yourself too far, and try to lure wolves into my house and destroy my century-old foundation. You, you are wishful thinking! I was confused for a while, and I will never go with you and other idiots again!"

The kneeling crowd suddenly broke into a commotion, and an old official from the Qingyuan period got up with tears all over his face.He pushes away the unsuspecting Jin Yiwei, running faster and faster, and finally crashes into the stone unicorn squatting under the city tower impatiently. Back to the end.

Even so, his blood fulfilled himself, but it could not reverse the decline.

The white wolf running in the rain is an off-string arrow, and there is no pause for every second when it passes through the pool of blood.After a short exclamation, the officials looked either numb or regretful, and none of them could shake off the background of despair.

The black shadow that vacated in the sky was like a stone breaking the sky, and it stopped the fast-moving Liu Ya.The white wolf was knocked into the air, and rolled on the spot. When he got up, his hair swelled, and the roar that rolled out of his throat was quickly interrupted by a long, sharp howl.

Chi Xiaoyu swung his sword to see the blood, his horse's hoof stomped over Jin Yiwei's body, he threw out a woman's head, and shouted: "You were deceived by treacherous ministers and mistook my lord, now it's too late to turn around!"

Yang Dazhi was wrapped in gauze, with dirty blood flowing, which made him look like an evil ghost crawling out of the mud. He sneered contemptuously: "There are fish suits on the inside, and sable furs hanging on the outside. General Chi Where do you want to persuade these adults to turn back?"

Chi Xiaoyu reined in his horse, glanced in Feng Lin's direction, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "The first Tai Fu Qiuqian led the capital's rebel army to serve the king, and vowed to die to support the public and take advantage of the orthodoxy!"

"What nonsense!"

Yang Dazhi felt incredible.

After the fire in the ban, the entire defense of the capital changed course under his operation.Feng Lin lost his control over Suwei and the [-] soldiers of the palace. The five battalions of the emperor of Zhili had already been sent out on the grounds of defending the imperial tomb and arresting imperial criminals. In addition, the departure of Dingxi General Wang Zhengxuan .Today's capital city seems to be heavily fortified, and every group of people cruising the streets and alleys is actually under the control of Jin Yiwei. Yang Dazhi racked his brains and couldn't imagine who this group of people descended from the sky is.

Precisely because it was too far-fetched, Yang Dazhi had a trace of uneasiness hidden in his extreme unbelief.

Especially when the words "Swinging Qing" are hung on this road.

"Everyone knows that Qiu Qianqing committed suicide in fear of crime, how can you mobilize the rebel army, don't talk about it!" Yang Dazhi thumped the ground, but sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Open the door and welcome the rebels into the city!"

Feng Lin suddenly turned his head almost as soon as he finished speaking, and saw that the doors of the archery towers on both sides were opened, and more than a thousand soldiers in strong and sharp clothes were marching wildly.

They have different clothes and weapons, and it is not difficult to see that this is actually a part of the branch that is eager to fight.But even so, when the crowds of people and horses were moving like a torrent, quiet like a mountain, and an iron wall lay between Jin Yiwei and Feng Lin, everyone present was deeply shocked.

The army formation clanged apart from it, and the commander rode his horse forward, wearing a black gold cloak that would withstand the rain, rising and falling with the jolting of the horse's back.The visitor didn't wear a helmet, and his ponytail, which came from nowhere, was meticulously combed into a bun and tied into a white jade crown. The cinnabar at the end of the eyes was not covered by the messy hair, and it became more eye-catching after being washed by the rain.

"gentlemen......"

"Swing arena!"

Heavy rain fell.

Back in time to one day ago, Chen Li's narrow escape brought the news that Emperor Longkang was still alive, making the whole matter gradually clear.

Of the two Longkang Emperors, it doesn't matter which one is true and which one is false, what matters is who the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty choose to believe.At a time when people's hearts are in danger, loyalty is the least trustworthy thing, and complete defection may happen at any time due to the power of lust. The key to restoring orthodoxy has nothing to do with the imperial seal or anything else, but lies in an overwhelmingly superior army armed.

This was the first thing Cang Lang thought of after waking up. At the same time, he also guessed Feng Lin's original plan - break into the palace to rescue the saint, turn around and gather the strength of the five battalions of soldiers and horses and the royal family's soldiers, and embrace the real dragon to return to Luan ——Cang Lang thinks this plan is not safe, not only is there a risk of long nights and dreams,

What if the rescue fails?

When the candles were extinguished at midnight and the long wind was dawning, Canglang put on the jade-colored gown he had when he first entered the imperial school, tied a paper bag around his waist, and came to the largest talk hall in the capital alone on that late autumn morning.

According to legend, in the spring of the 36th year of Qingyuan, the number one scholar and Tanhualang once had a battle here.

I still remember the green forests and emerald green yue in the garden hall, the fine kerchiefs and light twigs, and the people who came and went in the chat room, all of them were outstanding scholars in those days.Because of his fresh eloquence, Qiu Qianqing is alone in the crowd, and the only one who can argue with him is Xiao Wanshan, who is gentle in conversation but equally sharp in his views.

The result of the debate is the dew of yesterday.Compared with the rivalry between Qiu Xiao and Qiu Xiao, people are more fond of talking about a story about two phoenixes fighting against each other.

Hearing that he is as introverted as Xiao Wanshan, he once wrote a poem quietly after the meeting, secretly praising Qiu Lang with "the fragrance of plum blossoms is in the bones, and the jade of autumn water is the god".That day when he finished his poem, he hid the plain paper in his sleeves because he was ashamed to show it to others, but the sleeves of his robe were blown away by the spring breeze.The paper fell into the arms of the swing, and Qiu Lang responded with a smile, leaving the elegant words of "poems come into my arms, and gentlemen come to meet each other".

After many years, Cang Lang reappeared in his old costume and came to his hometown. He had no time to grieve for his old friends, but he was a "naughty" boy who went to danger for himself.

Raindrops splashed outside the eaves, and the voice of Cang Lang was clear and clear. He said: "Today I am not yesterday, today I am still yesterday, my face is ruined, my fate is in shambles, everything has changed, but there is still a good bone. I heard three Years ago, you all knelt down in the rain for the wronged swing, and tried your best to prove my innocence. I don’t thank you for your kindness, but after this matter is done, I will repay you with a grass knot.”

The usual practice in the chatting arena is that the host and the guest sit opposite each other, never involving officialdom and civil affairs; the people at the banquet, let alone hereditary and irreplaceable, but wholeheartedly yearn for the reclusive Qingliu children.They and their families are not visible, but their roots are extremely broad and deep, and they have their own private armed forces in the capital.

Thinking back to Qianqing's time, even though he was an official, he rarely kept the ease and ease of bamboo stick straw shoes, so he had a high reputation among these smokers.After the unjust case in Qin'an, they even violated the constant decree of not being involved in secular affairs, and spontaneously gathered at the Zhengde gate, kneeling down to ask the late emperor to take back his order.

Now that Cang Lang made such a request, as expected, he brushed the clear current against the scales, and some people were filled with righteous indignation: "The white water is pure in the swing, but now it has turned into a turbid stream?"

Cang Lang said: "The silt and sand of the world are carrying me down. I am already in the world, so what is the difference between pure and turbid?"

"Everything has its ups and downs in four seasons. The waves wash away the sand and the turbidity clears itself. Since you are in the world, you should follow the rules. The Great Yan flourishes and declines, and sees the turbidity when it is clear. These are God's wills. Do you want to act against the sky?"

Cang Lang calmed down a little, and said: "If the side escapes obliquely, it should be cut, and if the river is blocked, it should be dredged. It is also the law of heaven to save the side and make up for the disadvantages. It is the destiny to use it to control the destiny. Go against the grain."

"Can you bear the destiny?"

"Weak shoulders are insignificant, and I am willing to try hard."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"If it doesn't work, I will die for Yan with my own body."

The hall was silent for a moment, and all the students were silent. The shocking silence symbolized their precious respect.

Seeing this, Cang Lang breathed a sigh of relief: "People in the world say that talking about it is useless, but they don't know the use of it. After this incident, I will ask the saints to keep the talking halls in each state capital as appropriate, so as to provide a place for you to reason and analyze. "

The vines outside the round window were drenched in the rain, lighting their leaves one after another, as if fluctuating mood.After countless clicks, a student finally asked softly: "Yan Shi abandoned you like an abandoned son, why did the master clean up the mess for them?"

The raindrops flew down from Emperor Longkang's eyes, obviously soaked in filth, hitting puddles and splashing on the back of his hands, but they were still crystal clear. He couldn't help asking the same "why".

Cang Lang dismounted from the wolf's back, bowed to abide by the courtier's etiquette, but his eyes glanced at Emperor Longkang and met Feng Lin behind him for a moment.From this point of view, Feng Lin is an isolated city, and he is the guard who lives and dies with the city.

"A few years ago, I got a new name from someone for the rest of my life after the catastrophe. When the waves are clear and the turbid flows, I can wash tassels for one person when it is clear. When it is turbid, I can let the world be dirty. In this situation, I am not an abandoned son, I wish to rejuvenate the prosperity of the world like the water of the Canglang, so I can be regarded as worthy of this name and worthy of your name."

After he finished speaking, he threw off his robe and knelt down. The armor on his body rubbed against each other, making an extremely crisp vibrating sound: "Chen Canglang is late to save you, please be safe, my emperor, long live, long live, long live!"

The author says:

It suffocated me, why did you write so hard and squeamish ah ah ah ah ah ah ah