Large clouds are floating in the sky, and the sun is hidden between the clouds, suddenly emerging from here, and then suddenly hiding in another cloud.
A group of people escorting a prison van moved forward on the official road.
Looking out from the prison car, the sky and the earth are divided into grids. It looks like there are intervals in the sky and intervals on the earth, and between these intervals is Kong Rong himself.
Kong Rong suddenly remembered, how long had it been since he looked up at the sky?
Can't remember.
It seems that when he was a child, he liked to look at the sky, the clouds, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the distant world, but now he has not done so for a long, long time.
Now that he was imprisoned in the prison car, he began to see the sky, the clouds, and the distant things again, as if they were things he had seen in his previous life.
His surname is Kong, and he is a descendant of Kong Zhongni, the sage of the Spring and Autumn Period.
This is something that countless people told him when he was young.
As a descendant of Confucius, how can you be naughty?
As a descendant of Confucius, how can we make such a loud noise?
As a descendant of Confucius, how can we not study?
As a descendant of Confucius...
Kong Rong's eldest brother was relatively straightforward. He once directly contradicted his father, saying why as a descendant of Confucius, he must study, pay attention to his manners, obey the rules at all times, and do this and that...
Then he was naturally taught a lesson.
Kong Rong saw the lessons learned from his elder brother, so of course he behaved better and consciously did some actions that met the needs of his elders...
For example, let pears.
Do you really think that children don’t know that small pears may be more sour?
Or are you stupid enough to think that the Han Dynasty also had varieties that were improved by later generations?
Kong Rong finally grew up into what his parents most wanted to see, and then...then he didn't know what he was supposed to be like.
The Kong surname is a large ethnic group in Zouyi. Basically, people with the surname Kong are everywhere, and other surnames are rare. These concentrated Kong surnames were once again given to Kong Rong after the death of Kong Rong's parents.
Various standards were attached to them, and they hoped that Kong Rong would be a person who could bring them fairness, justice, openness and justice.
Then Kong Rong became the person they hoped for.
The Kong family has a large ethnic group and a long history. Natural interpersonal relationships are very complicated. There are countless marriages, relatives, friends and friends of friends, and these are somewhat related to Kong Rong.
People also hope that Kong Rong can be famous enough to be able to talk about it with honor, saying that I am Kong Rong's good buddy, good friend, and the cousin of Kong Rong's second uncle, third brother's sister-in-law
My uncle’s fourth sister’s nephew…
Then Kong Rong became the person they hoped for.
As for what kind of person he wanted to be when he was a child, Kong Rong had already forgotten it. Just like a pear that was let out, he abandoned it, was eaten, and was gone.
The continuous praise from those around him made Kong Rong feel that he was on the right path.
If I had made a mistake, would I still have received these compliments?
Obviously not.
Then conversely, if you are praised, it means that you are not wrong.
Isn't that what it is?
Kong Rong believes that the wishes of his parents are his wishes. It is like crying in the grave without being exhausted, so he should kill himself. A person who does not honor his parents and fails to live according to his parents' wishes has no meaning of existence.
.
Kong Rong liked to listen to the praises of others, but he never showed it, because he knew that it was not in line with the standard of modesty, so after he listened to the praises, he would slowly say that others were too complimentary, and that he had done it himself.
It's not enough, it's not good.
Then others went on to praise Kong Rong for being modest, prudent, and like a great Confucian.
Then Kong Rong listened quietly again, and then slowly said that he was just following the requirements of Saint Kong and the instructions of the elders in the family, and had nothing to show off, and then left.
Then others will definitely continue to praise Kong Rong after his death, saying that Kong Rong is indeed a descendant of Kong Sheng and has inherited the fine traditions of the Kong family...
Kong Rong was already very proficient in this set of procedures, just like eating and drinking, until one day he met the Yellow Turban Thief.
A Yellow Turban thief that was different from everyone Kong Rong had encountered before.
In fact, in the Han Dynasty, as long as local officials did not mess around, were not corrupt, and did not impose excessive taxes, the people under their rule were already grateful. There was no need to build this road today, dig that trench tomorrow, plant that tree the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
If it is demolished and rebuilt again, the people will already think that this official is not bad, at least it will not disturb the people.
When Kong Rong was in Beihai, he was an official who didn't bother the people very much. He liked to study, read when he had nothing to do, and even liked to study with everyone, so he built a school and listened to the sound of reading loudly. He was very satisfied and did not have to build roads or dig ditches.
Planting trees and so on, the people also liked him very much, until one day, the Yellow Turban Thief came.
The yellow scarf thief shouted: "I want money, I want food, I want things! I want a lot of it!"
Kong Rong looked at the warehouse's list and replied helplessly, "No, Beihai doesn't have much food and supplies. You want so much, but there really isn't any!"
The Yellow Turban thieves didn’t believe it, “How can such a fucking huge Beihai have no money, food, and goods? What we don’t want is much, just hundreds of thousands of stones of food, thousands of war horses, and tens of thousands of sets of armor.
How could it not be possible? The North Sea is so big! How come such a big North Sea can't get these things?"
Kong Rong said, "There really is none. Let alone Beihai, there are not so many things in the entire Lu State..."
The yellow turban thief laughed: "That's why you are stupid! Have you ever seen how other people become officials? Have you never seen how other people scrape the land? You have stayed in Beihai for so long and you can't even get this little thing? You are a waste!"
Kong Rong frowned, "How can you curse people?"
The yellow turban thief was very happy, "I just scolded you, what's wrong? I don't think you have any self-awareness! As such a big Beihai Prime Minister, you can't even get this little thing, it's really embarrassing for the Han magistrate! You're paralyzed."
Leave the group quickly!』
Kong Rong couldn't understand, "Why am I still being scolded when I'm not corrupt?"
The yellow turban thief laughed so hard that he couldn't stand up, "Weak chicken! I just scolded you! What? Come and bite me!"
Kong Rong tried to reason, "We are all from Shandong and fellow villagers..."
These yellow turban thieves who were born in Shandong and were fellow villagers in Kong Rong's hometown didn't want to listen to what Kong Rong had to say at all. They just wanted to vent their emotions, "Fuck you, grandma! What a nonsense!"
What are you talking about! What the fuck are you saying about these things? Give the fuck money! Give food! If you don’t give it, die! Die! Die! 』
Kong Rong couldn't talk anymore and walked away silently.
The Yellow Turban thieves cheered, jumped for joy, and made even louder noises, seemingly celebrating their own victory.
Then the people in the city also began to curse Kong Rong.
Because Kong Rong failed to defeat these Yellow Turban thieves.
Kong Rong was very confused and said sincerely: "I also want to defeat the Yellow Turban bandits, but I don't have enough soldiers, and..."
"We don't care, we don't understand these things, why are you so verbose? We just want to know when can we defeat the Yellow Turban thieves and restore stability and calm in the North Sea?"
Kong Rong was even more puzzled, "If you want to defeat the Yellow Turbans, you must first have enough troops! And if you don't understand, then when I asked you before, when you said you wanted to increase your troops, why did you say that it would be too expensive?
, there will be no Yellow Turbans coming here at all, so there is no need to increase the number of soldiers?"
The villagers roared angrily, "We just talked casually and you believed it? Are you an idiot? You loser! You can't even defeat the Yellow Turban Thief! It makes it impossible for us to live a good life. Are you going to be a der official?"
Die, die, die quickly!"
Kong Rong looked at these people blankly, because he found that a few days before the Yellow Turban Thief came, these people were still saying that he was a good official and praising him as a good person. But now, these same people were saying that he was a good official and a good person.
He was cursing and cursing, using the most vicious words, gritting his teeth, twisting his face, spitting at Kong Rong, gesticulating and trying to make him die.
Just like if Kong Rong died, they would be happy and avoid the disaster in front of them. They never really wanted to solve any problem, they only wanted to curse and vent, and they didn't want to see or hear the facts at all.
, they only recognize what they think is the truth.
The clouds in the sky seem to be drifting lazily, while the prison car is moving forward gurglingly on the ground, but it seems that it can never catch up with the clouds in the sky.
The sky became dark.
Set up camp.
Someone threw two black pancakes into the prison van.
Kong Rong did not move.
Kong Rong wanted to die. It seemed that death was not so terrible. If he could make others happy and praised by dying, then he would just die.
Just like his elder brother back then.
The torch was lit, and Xi Lu walked to the prison car, "Brother Wenju? Wake up! Kong Wenju!"
Kong Rong slowly turned his head and looked at Xi Lu.
"Brother Wenju? Do you...know you are wrong?" Xi Lu asked softly.
In the surrounding fields, night fell.
The distant mountains are like tombs, standing as far as the eye can see.
Xi Lu didn't wait for Kong Rong's response. He frowned, snorted, threw away his sleeves and left.
The next day, the sun rose again, and the tombs turned from dark to dark green.
The prison car swayed and continued on the road, heading towards death.
The next night, Xi Lu came again and said, "Kong Wenju! Do you know the crime?"
Xi Liu's voice was majestic, just like the most impartial judge pronouncing the verdict. Why should I help him if he didn't do any evil?
In the grass beside the prison car, there seemed to be a cricket that was frightened by Xi Xi's words. It paused for a while, then changed its place and started chirping again.
Xi Lu still didn't get a response from Kong Rong, so he walked away slightly angry.
The third day.
Cao Xun found Xi Lu and said, "Master Yushi, we are about to arrive at Xu County. Has Kong Wenju... not confessed his crime yet?"
Xi Lu was silent and shook his head.
Cao Xun looked at Xi Lu and said, "This can't be done, doctor censor...how can Kong Wenju not plead guilty? You tell me, right? What do you want to do if you don't plead guilty?"
Xi Lu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Cao Xun, "Hey... you mean..."
"I'm just a soldier, I don't understand this..." Cao Xun said, with a smile on his face, "It's up to the imperial censor to make the decision... After all, Xu County is coming soon..."
After Cao Xun finished speaking, he left.
Xi Lu looked at it, then looked back at the prison car behind the queue, then looked back at Cao Xun in front, and swallowed.
At night, Xi Lu walked to the prison van and said, "Open the prison van! Give him some water!"
Several soldiers fiercely picked up Kong Rong, held him up, pried open his mouth, uncorked the wine bag, and stuffed it into Kong Rong's mouth, "Drink! Drink it!"
Physalis water, of course, doesn’t taste very good, but it can replenish moisture and some nutrients.
As long as Kong Rong doesn't die on the road, that's fine.
Half of the bag of physalis water was choked or flowed outside, and the other half was drunk. Kong Rong wanted to spit it out, but couldn't because his body was instinctively craving for it.
Things have begun to be absorbed like crazy.
Xi Lu waved his hand and asked the soldiers to throw Kong Rong into the prison car again.
"Kong Rong! Why is this necessary?" Xi Lu said slowly, "The emperor treats you well, so why do you need to do this treason?"
"Ahem...what?!" Kong Rong couldn't believe the words he heard, "What did you say? Conspiracy...rebellion? Me? I'm rebellious?!"
Xi Lu nodded slightly, "Yes! Treason!"
"Why did I rebel?!" Kong Rong boasted that he was extremely loyal to the big man. Such a crime simply destroyed his original moral foundation. By the way, he also poured a bucket of fermented feces and urine, just like the ones on his body now.
It tastes like sour and smelly slurry.
"After investigation, when you were in Beihai, you saw that the royal family was not at peace, but recruited many disciples, and wanted to follow the rules. Someone said, "I, the great sage, saw that he was destroyed in the Song Dynasty, and there was no one in the world. Why should I wield a golden sword?
"" Xi Lu said with a smile, "Such actions are not treason, so what are they?"
"What? I never said such a thing!" Kong Rong said angrily.
"You said it." Xi Lu's voice was steady, as if he was recounting an indistinguishable fact.
"Why bother with a gold sword?" Kong Rong leaned on the prison car, "You are really... after me, a Confucian scholar, if you really want to say something, how can you say such vulgar words?"
"Oh? What would you say?" Xi Su asked.
"I..." Kong Rong reacted, "I didn't rebel! I didn't say anything! If I really recruited any disciples, how could I be defeated by the Yellow Turbans?"
"Uh... this... um..." Xi Su thought for a while, "It's probably because there are still loyal people among the disciples you recruited, and then they attracted the Yellow Turbans, and they cooperated inside and outside... Well, no, the same goes for the Yellow Turbans.
Rebellious, so you originally wanted to conspire with the Yellow Turban thieves, but as a result, the distribution of the evil was uneven, and the negotiations broke down. In the end, the Yellow Turban thieves ruined your rebellion plan, forcing you to flee Beihai... By the way, that must be the case..."
Kong Rong laughed angrily, not wanting to talk to Xi Lu.
"Look..." Xi Lu was very satisfied, "I'm right! Come on, write it down. On a certain day of a certain month, a certain person reprimanded Kong Ni with dignified words. Confucius was frightened by the righteousness and was speechless.
Yes, confess! Sign and stamp it!"
Another soldier rushed forward, grabbed Kong Rong's hand, smeared it with ink, stamped his handprint, and handed it to Xi Lu. Xi Lu looked up and down by the light of the fire, gently, as if treating him.
Like a cherished treasure, I blew on the prints on the wooden slip carefully, especially the half-dry Kong Rong handprint that looked like solidified blood stains, and then left with satisfaction.
The news that Kong Rong confessed, admitted that he was treasonous, and signed his signature was like a spring breeze, well, a summer breeze, quickly blowing to Xu County, ruffling the water in Xu County.
People gathered in twos and threes.
"Hey! Did you hear that? Kong Wenju plotted rebellion! It turned out to be rebellion!"
"Are you an idiot? "Why bother with a gold knife?" Is this what Kong Wenju could say? It's as vulgar and straightforward as country language! It's also a "mao gold knife", why not say "Xiao'er's point", or
Is it "Xuantorizi"?』
"How is it impossible? Are you nearby? Did you hear it? What other vulgar words are there? What if Kong Wenju accidentally said this when he was drunk? Are you not vulgar when you are drunk? You can still recite poems when you are drunk.
Fu, can you still quote scriptures?"
"Okay, even if Kong Wenju said it while drinking, or at any time, who heard it? A servant? A guard? Or someone at the banquet? And who told this after so long?
Speak out the matter? Why didn’t you tell it before, when Kong Wenju was in office, and now you suddenly say it out again?”
"This...how do I know this? You ask me, who should I ask? You are so capable, why don't you go to heaven? Tell me der?"
The two immediately broke out into a fierce quarrel, greeting each other's women enthusiastically, and almost started fighting. The two were close to each other, chest to chest, face to face, saliva to saliva, waving their arms to each other, and moving wildly.
, but they definitely wouldn’t touch each other’s clothes at all, and then gradually separated amidst the dissuasion and shouts of “Don’t hold me” from others, completely forgetting that what they were talking about before was related to Kong Rong’s life and death.
Right.
Regardless of whether Kong Rong was rebellious or not, it is someone else’s story.
Similarly, there are some people who don't bother to argue whether the "Mao Jin Dao" is what Kong Rong said, because these people know that in fact, the "Mao Jin Dao" is not the key to the whole matter.
These people do not meet in public, nor do they argue loudly. They just hide in the dark shadows, rustling like crickets in the grass.
"He dare not kill him!"
"He is Wen Kui! The leader of Shandong Wending! How dare he?!"
"He wants us to plead for him right now! Bow before him!"
"Yes, just like last time!"
"We can't be fooled!"
"You will never be fooled! And you can even put him on fire..."
"Yes! What is a virtuous person?! Only orthodox people can be called virtuous people! The distinction between right and wrong is a matter of human relations!"
"Orthodoxy is inheritance!"
"That's right, that's right! Go tell him, don't be afraid! Hold on till the end!"
"Then let's see how he gets off the stage! We're going to put him up! Put him up! Hahaha!"
"That's right, it will look better then, hahahaha..."
