The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1286: Ten thousand families in mourning

Jingguo.

As the New Year approaches, there is no joy or festive atmosphere in the capital. More than 90% of the families take down the red lanterns and red couplets that they have prepared and replace them with white lanterns with the big word "Dian" written on them.

The cold wind blows, and the chill is biting.

The soldiers in the capital are like crazy, constantly shuttling through the streets and alleys, and tearing down some special couplets written in black and white on the gates.

Green mountains are lucky to bury loyal bones, and white iron is innocent to cast treacherous ministers.

After the news of Fang Yun's death spread yesterday, the people of the whole city dressed in mourning and rushed to Quanyuan, causing the black and white cloth to be sold out within a day.

Although the capital was built by a semi-saint and has a population of more than three million, it is a super city, but millions of people went there, causing all the roads near Quanyuan to be paralyzed.

The crying sound filled the ten miles of Quanyuan for a long time.

Yesterday afternoon, after the news that Zong Sheng temporarily replaced Dong Sheng was released, the sick Zuo Xiang suddenly convened a cabinet meeting and took down the general of the city guards responsible for the security of the inner city with thundering means, replaced him with his confidant, and in the name of the emperor, stopped everyone from going to Quanyuan and dispersed the crowd nearby.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight and bloodshed could occur at any time. The great scholar Jiang Hechuan was forced to come forward in person to call on everyone to calm down and dredge the people, which calmed the situation.

However, the matter did not end.

Starting from yesterday evening, from the common people to the great scholars, a large number of families in the capital began to post the couplets written in black and white on the door. Once, soldiers wanted to arrest a family, but the neighbors were excited and thousands of people surrounded them. In the end, the couplets were torn down and nothing happened.

On the morning of the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, when the people in the capital woke up, they found that there were several more couplets in the courtyard, all of which were "Green mountains are lucky to bury loyal bones, and white iron is innocent to cast treacherous ministers."

The black words on white paper are as sharp as a blade.

Therefore, before the New Year's Eve, every family posted couplets.

The left prime minister's party issued a death order that all soldiers in the city must tear down all the black and white couplets.

Everyone knew that the soldiers were also forced, so they did not argue and let the soldiers tear them down silently. After this wave of soldiers left, they silently dipped the paste and posted them again, standing at the door and waiting silently for the next wave of soldiers.

Many soldiers bowed to the couplets before tearing them down, which showed respect for the other party's luck and hoped to get the forgiveness of the spirit of Xu Sheng in heaven.

On the morning of the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month, a spectacular scene appeared in the capital. Every family wore mourning clothes, stood by the door, holding the couplets in their left hands, and the freshly made paste was placed on the right hand, still steaming, waiting quietly.

The soldiers bowed from house to house, and did not dare to look at the eyes of the people standing at the door. They lowered their heads, tore down the couplets and left.

There was no firmness, no anger, no fanaticism in their eyes. Everyone was terribly calm, but their eyes were a little red and swollen.

The soldiers' eyes were also swollen.

During the Spring Festival, thousands of families were in mourning.

This matter was circulated on the discussion board, and scholars from various countries criticized it angrily, but no one refuted it.

Wei Huangan and Meng Jingye came out of the literary world of the Chen Sheng family. Chen Mingding, the head of the Chen family, personally greeted them. After a secret conversation with the two, he personally sent them out the door and asked his eldest grandson Chen Jing to send them to Quanyuan.

The whole Chen Mansion was filled with sorrow.

Wei Huangan walked out of the Chen Mansion, got on the carriage with Chen Jing and Meng Jingye, and sat in a daze on the seat for a long time without saying a word.

Chen Jing did not speak from beginning to end. The eyes of this scholar from the Shengyuan were firm, with a hint of swords and swords.

Meng Jingye was the oldest after all, so he sighed and asked, "Nephew Chen Jing, what is the current situation in the capital?"

Chen Jing exhaled lightly and said, "Fang Xusheng died, Zongshengfu became the Eastern Saint, and the left prime minister's gang celebrated. Although the old thief Liushan lost all of Mizhou, he has many minions in the court. He took this opportunity to return to the cabinet and wipe out the previous decline."

Meng Jingye sighed, "Yes, after all, the left prime minister is the head of all officials and has the power to make arbitrary decisions. Once he gains power, he will be like a mountain stream and an avalanche, unstoppable. Speaking of you, even if my Meng family encounters you, we can only avoid the sharp edge at this moment. "

Chen Jing couldn't help asking: "Uncle Meng, I heard that you and others went to the ancient land of Xuemang, which was ostensibly the Dragon Clan Hall, but in fact it was to help Fang Xusheng. Is the news of Fang Xusheng's death true?"

A trace of pain flashed across Meng Jingye's eyes, and he nodded gently and said: "I and others saw with our own eyes that Fang Xusheng was first injured by the power of the Ancestral Emperor, and then fought with the Demon King and died in the blood."

Chen Jing lowered his head, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

Wei Huangan lifted the curtains and watched the soldiers tearing up the couplets and the people posting them all the way. After a long time, he said: "It's bizarre and bizarre, a wonder of the past and present."

Chen Jing looked up and said: "Wei Daxueshi, the road to Quanyuan has been closed by heavy troops, and even guarded by demon private soldiers. What if they don't let us go to mourn? "

"Singing with swords, blood-stained streets!" Wei Huangan smiled slightly, as if such a trivial matter was not worth mentioning.

Chen Jing's blood boiled, and he said, "There are such righteous men in the ancient land of Xuemang. It seems that we are sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

Wei Huangan and Meng Jingye looked at each other, and both sides were quite embarrassed. They couldn't say that the scholars in the ancient land of Xuemang were not all like this. Only Wei Huangan dared to come. The others either became enemies with Fang Yun or began to arrange a retreat.

"Singing loudly with swords, blood-stained long streets..." Chen Jing looked out the window and muttered to himself, his eyes becoming more and more determined.

Poetry is one, and all poems must have tunes. Therefore, singing loudly often refers to reciting war poems and fighting.

Not long after, the carriage stopped.

The driver whispered, "The front is the Spring Garden, but it is blocked by thousands of soldiers, and there are more than a dozen tall barbarians."

"Get off the carriage!" Meng Jingye said, lifting his robe and getting off the carriage quickly.

The three people got off the carriage and saw a general with a Jinshi leading thousands of soldiers standing in front, and there were many carriages nearby, some of which were from aristocratic families and even people from other countries.

The faces of every visitor were full of anger.

Meng Jingye bowed to the soldiers in front and said: "Meng family's Grand Secretary Jingye, received the oral order of the Southern Saint, and brought friends to pay condolences. I hope you can help me."

The Jinshi general's face flashed a complicated look, and he bowed and said: "This subordinate greets the Grand Secretary Meng. I am a humble person, but my duty is to forgive me if there is a conflict. The left prime minister has ordered that no one is allowed to pass unless he has a handwritten order or a decree from the Eastern Saint Pavilion!"

"Is the oral order of the Southern Saint not okay?" Wei Huangan said with anger.

The Jinshi general said bitterly: "For us, it is feasible, but if we let them go, the left prime minister will definitely take our heads."

A man behind him shouted: "They are talking nonsense! At dawn, the Fang family went in to pay their respects, but Liu Shan didn't take their heads."

The three were stunned, Chen Jing and Meng Jingye looked at each other, and they saw something wrong in each other's eyes.

Wei Huangan frowned and said: "Meng Daxueshi, you said in the crime hall that the Fang family's Ji County is thousands of miles away from here, and it takes only one day. How could the Fang family get here?"

"Not good!" Meng Jingye stepped forward and said sternly, "Let them go immediately, and don't blame me for killing them!"

Without waiting for the Jinshi general to speak, Wei Huangan suddenly opened his mouth, and saw a sword light flashing like a white silk, flying forward and sweeping across, and the heads of the six barbarian demons standing in front of the team flew up, and blood was spilled on the long street.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" Wei Huangan's voice was like a torrent, echoing in the streets.

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