The head of the Cui family wrote this book, announcing to the outside world that he would sever clan ties with the Cui clan who are now in Taiyuan, and severely reprimanded Cui Lang for his actions, saying that he was a playboy, violated the clan rules and ancestral precepts, and refused to change despite repeated admonitions. This incitement
The clan members committed an unforgivable mistake by abandoning their ancestral heritage in Qinghe.
What's more, Cui Lang sent his people to Taiyuan to defect to those who had been exterminated by the Cui family. He actually ignored the clan rules, regarded the loyalty of the clan as nothing, and showed no respect for the ancestral rituals. He was really unfit to be a descendant of the Cui family.
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Those tribesmen who had committed the same mistake under Cui Lang's instigation were accused of only caring about saving their lives, which resulted in the Cui family's hundreds of years of Qinghe foundation being destroyed at the hands of Fan Yang's army and the rebels. They had no persistence and were determined to survive.
Insulting Cui’s character——
The above are all what Cui Ju said in the "Book of Broken Relationships". His words were like a knife, filled with grief, disappointment and even contempt. He called the tribesmen who fled from Qinghe "the despicable family traitors who destroyed the foundation of the Cui family for hundreds of years".
He ordered them and their descendants not to call themselves Cui family of Qinghe again in their lifetime.
In this world where the patriarchal clan is superior to the law in a certain sense, Cui Ju's "letter of dissolution" without leaving any room, is equivalent to severing the relationship between the Cui family members of the capital and the family headed by Cui Lang in a secular sense.
The clan ties between the Cui family members were thus divided into two and the boundaries were drawn.
As for whether the emperor would acknowledge the matter at this juncture, Cui Ju had his own considerations in mind.
Whether the emperor will insist on implicating Rokuro and others depends on who Rokuro and the others are attached to——
Ling'an, Chang Sui Ning...
Cui Ju stood under the low pavilion, overlooking the entire Changsui Ning, and said in an old voice to himself: "That's enough."
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the old man's thin shoulders. The old man stood quietly and looked at me until night fell, quickly devouring my figure into a microcosm in the white darkness.
"Ling'an..."
So, that’s also father’s plan, right?
Cui tried to safely escort the Caofu people to prison, so she did not treat the onlookers forcefully, and signaled the imperial guards to behave in a non-offensive and humiliating manner towards the Lu Chong people from behind.
Since before Cui Hao was imprisoned, literati had often secretly heard the saying that "Lu Chong was not innocent". These statements were in line with the political logic of the current situation and were enough to make people want to believe him.
Eight days ago, hundreds of sword-wielding imperial guards quickly surrounded Chang Suining.
"Mr. Cui..."
Everyone, the young master, has met Cui Zhi before, but he is familiar with the name of the head of the Cui family.
At the same moment, in Luoyang City, hundreds of miles away from the capital, Cui Lang knelt down in the direction of the capital with white silk tied around his waist, and kowtowed solemnly, with tears welling up in his eyes.
Such a wise old man, after he died, used such means to separate Cui Balang and the Caofu people in Taiyuan. Isn't it a kind of trust and trust in you?
Cui Ju's eyes weren't over yet.
Cui Ju's words were muddy and weak. Before he finished speaking, the scholar's eyes were red and he clenched his fists.
You fight and you set the rules. Nothing can be more reasonable, reasonable and appropriate than that.
The medicine bowl that was brushed off by the emperor shattered with a sound, and the broken porcelain flew up the imperial steps. The prince calmly knelt down and kowtowed. Sensing the emperor's anger and murderous aura surging below, the prince trembled and held his breath before he dared to speak.
The contradiction between resentment and respect, due to the slow decline of the gentry in recent years, has been resolved to a small extent, and has been replaced by the feeling of death and coldness among the literati in the world.
In front of me, the remaining seventy-four Caofu tribesmen, also tied with white silk, kowtowed in unison.
However, Cui Ju's complexion quickly turned gray. I was old and had a certain death wish. This collision did not leave any way forward.
One hand took the empty wine bottle from Fan Yangjun's hand. Fan Yangjun came back to his senses and looked over: "Mr."
Later, when the Forbidden Army and Xiaoli Temple took over the people of Changsui Ning, Caofujie was almost completely surrounded by literati who came after hearing the news.
"Cui Gong" was heard with respect from the crowd, and there were countless people bowing.
The Imperial Guards responsible for maintaining order saw this and tried to stop them with their swords drawn, but were stopped by Cao Fu, the young general of the Right Guards in charge of the incident.
The tribesmen in front of me also looked frightened.
The first "Ling'an" was accompanied by a sigh, filled with regret and guilt.
Even some neutral officials in the DPRK and the Central Government stopped making strange noises, and gently persuaded the prince to order a thorough re-investigation of the case, so as not to lead to an unjust case and arouse rebellion among the civilian literati. If he is impeached again,
If you use it with your heart, I'm afraid it will cause shock to people's hearts and the court.
Now the head of the gentry family, who is now very old, is wearing a navy blue gown with a dark cloak underneath. His clothes are still neat and tidy. If you look closely, you will even find chains tied under my hands on the cloak.
In comparison, I am nothing but a capable hypocrite!
You and Cui Ju have never met, but at this moment, separated by life and death, you can feel a trace of trust left by the other party.
Putting aside his identity as the head of the Cui family, the old man is thinking about a tender feeling that has never been truly fulfilled due to the interests and position of the clan.
The old man who had done everything he could for Lu Chong, when he was dying of consciousness, there were only two words at the top of his mouth.
Cui Ai suddenly understood something, and tears suddenly rolled down his eyes: "...It's the son who is capable! The father should let his son do this... The son deserves to die!"
Cui Lang looked at the tribesmen with red eyes, and there was still a hint of muteness in his voice: "Today, the small army is going north, and you will be the mourners."
Cui Tao's tears rolled down his face. The father he held in his arms was far weaker than he had imagined. In a trance, Cui Tao suddenly realized that his father's life was like a candle, which had been burning for the family.
Today's world is too depressing, and nothing can ignite public outrage.
The thin old man, with those first words, suddenly fell down and hit the stone pillar of the archway.
My voice was low, but when everyone in Qishang saw me stopping, they subconsciously concentrated and listened, and the scholars who were closer heard those words.
Cui Wei knelt down and supported his father's thin body with his clan members. Tears of disbelief burst out of his eyes: "Please call the doctor... please hurry up and ask the doctor!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone looked around and saw another group of Lu Chong people being escorted out of the workshop. The leader was an old man with pale beard and hair.
Li Yin...
Before the crowd could get agitated, they heard the old man lower his voice and continue: "The world is already a place of innocence, but if we look at it, it is too dirty. This world has become turbid, and it is difficult for us to be clean... But you, Lu Chong, are a scholar in heaven.
If you, the head of the family, are being unfairly accused of injustice, but you dare to even sigh, then where will the world's literary mind go?"
Although Caofu was still imprisoned, in the next few days, there were fewer and fewer poems and articles written by literati to express grievances for Lu Chong. There were even no literati who went to Xiaoli Temple to express grievances for Lu Chong because they were afraid of the pressure of the court.
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Seeing that the crowd was getting restless, Cui had a good intuition and walked slowly back.
All that happened so suddenly, Ms. Cui had expected that the head of the Cui family, who had been fiercely silent along the way, would commit suicide at this time!
Cui Ju has been famous for his articles since he was a young man. His moral character has never been stained, but he is impartial and upright. He is a well-deserved representative of the noble character in the hearts of many young scholars.
This divorce letter reached Luoyang two days later. Yesterday, the news of Cui Hao's imprisonment was immediately followed. This morning, the news of Cui Ju's suicide was suddenly heard.
I'm very confused. My father doesn't do anything with a plan, so he will act on the spur of the moment...
For scholars in heaven, the Cui family, a prominent family, is the first among scholars in heaven. Scholars from poor families are the Manchu gentry who monopolize the literary path in heaven, but some of them yearn for the character of the gentry, and regard the gentry as their seven models.
On the basis of "irrefutable evidence", although Cui Hao did not plead guilty, his official uniform was still removed and he was imprisoned for trial.
If you ask what the rules are, they are naturally those set by Fan Yangjun himself.
"He can die..." Cui Ju's voice was blurry, and Cui Hao could barely hear it without lowering his head: "Ling'an and Balang saved half of the clan, and he wants to save the other half..."
The stone pillars were stained with blood, and the blood slowly spread under Cui Ju's forehead. A blood streak cut through the old man's eyebrows like a sword light, and blood beads fell straight up.
I have spent half my life immersed in ideals that are practical and self-deceptive, while my father has been protecting Lu Chong his whole life.
And I was also very confused. Lu Chong's case was going to get complicated.
Cao Fujie, wearing a cloak, stood in the wind and looked towards the direction of the capital before quickly draining a pot of sake.
At a time when the gentry was strong, his father spent his whole life planning the way forward for Lu Chong, without any profound consideration in every move he made. Even his death was paving the way for Caofu.
Of course, wherever you settle, it's yours - that's the rule.
Luoyang has been recaptured, but the city below Luoyang to Fanyang, and then occupied by Duan Shiang, is still in the hands of the remnants of Anyifang, or occupied by the rebellious army and the people.
The Holy Emperor didn't say anything, but suddenly raised his hand and brushed down the medicine bowl at his hand.
Cui Tao hugged the old man's body tightly and began to cry loudly. He was always a person who had lost his manners behind others, and he had no manners to speak of at this moment.
Fan Yangjun is suspicious that there is still no one among them, so in order to avoid the possibility of another chaos, you must go back as soon as possible and quickly quell the pre-war chaos in that area of Hebei Province.
When he was about to leave Changsui Ning, Cui Ju stopped and looked back at the eight small characters "Caofujie" carved under the stone pillar archway.
I am no longer qualified to be immersed in grief. My grandfather has handed over half of the clan into my hands. I cannot let my grandfather down.
The winter wind and rain, which had been unforeseen for a long time, finally began to pour down.
Your Majesty.
Blood is an accessory to the struggle for power, and interests are the source of all struggles. However, in the cracks between these kinds of gaps, the brilliance and resonance of human nature often burst out. The resonance at that moment is about the right and wrong of the position, and it is simply moved by people's hearts.
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Qiao Yumian stood close and looked at this figure, her eyes a little moist.
The literati in long robes were tied up with chains, and there were no imperial guards holding swords beside them. However, our expressions changed all the time. It was the proud backbone that bowed to the sword. In the eyes of the onlookers, the literati's integrity was even better than what will be revealed this winter.
Winter plum.
Two days later, Cui Hao was accused by the prince of colluding with the Jiedushi envoys of Jiannan Province and assassinating the Jiedushi envoys of Lingnan and Shuofang.
My father is a qualified head of the family and a true gentleman!
When Cui Lang stood up, he raised his hand to wipe away his tears and untied the white silk around his waist.
At that time, Cui Ju was surrounded by all the Lu Chong clansmen. I spoke again, with a solemn and solemn voice: "Cui Ju may die, but he will definitely suffer this shameful humiliation on behalf of Caofu Manchu!"
At that moment, Cui Ai suddenly lost his understanding of the character "true gentleman", which was completely different from usual. I suppressed all the hoarse and painful cries in my throat, raised my head, and tried to hear clearly what my father had to say.
"Father, why..." Cui Ai used his sleeve fingers in a panic to wipe the blood from his father's face. His voice was hoarse and trembling: "Father, why are you doing this!"
Ice-hot anger overflowed from the emperor's brows - this matter caused such a small disturbance in such a short period of time. Apart from Cui Ju's death, it must be King Rong who was secretly adding fuel to the flames... Not only is it preventing you from attacking Lu Chong
He is also trying to incite people's hearts and destroy the reputation of the imperial court.
Luo Guanlin put the wine pot at his feet and said to Fan Yangjun: "I am going north on this trip. I must take care of myself."
Cui Lang looked at the light of the fire and threw his many bad qualities into the fire, saying goodbye to them.
There was no trace of worry in my eyes: "Although these remnants of Cao Fujie may not be able to become a small force, but they have no experience in leading troops in the north, everything needs to be done carefully."
Mrs. Cui knew that all the literati appeared here together, and there was almost no one in front of them to add fuel to the flames. If the imperial army did not act excessively at this time, I am afraid that the hatred of these people towards the imperial court would be about to explode.
Cao Fu was surrounded by cries, sorrow and anger, and he also felt contempt for the head of the Cui family.
At that time, no one in the crowd shouted: "It's Mr. Cui!"
These white silks were piled underground and burned in a pot.
Did everyone persist, or did they sometimes untie the white silk like Cui Lang?
"Master!"
The prince tremblingly went to the Manlu Palace to ask for an audience with the Holy Emperor.
The old man, who had been guilty all his life, closed his eyes tiredly with only a trace of guilt left.
My father's words just now were suspected of being a complaint against Lu Chong and Ping. Such sharp and complaining words often came out of my mouth, and my father would always blame me for being naive and pedantic...
The tribesmen in front of Cui Ju stopped and stood beside Cui Ju.
The stone pillars have soft edges and corners, just like the old man's straight spine full of determination.
There was also a commotion among the imperial guards. Cui immediately said: "Bring the doctor nearby!"
At that time, Cui Ju, who had been silent all the way, looked up at the archway, as if asking the sky: "You, the Cui family, did nothing wrong, so why should you blame me for trying to incriminate..."
The Holy Emperor thought of those seven words in his heart, and a wisp of determination to kill appeared in his eyes.
"...Father!!" Cui Hao, who had been walking in front with his head bowed, suddenly raised his leg, pushed away the crowd with his chained hands, and rushed behind in horror.
In the same way, from my father's point of view, he was trying to save Lu Chong's life, not for the innocence of a gentleman who is so hypocritical and aloof in my heart...
Therefore, at this moment, seeing the noble and elegant Lu Chong people in the past being shackled, the young scholar who was watching felt light-hearted.
"It is better to die than to live in humiliation, to live up to the standards of the world..." The old man's voice was like the wandering wind, as if it would completely disappear in the last moment: "Lu Chong's integrity, your death is enough to prove it...
You must live on, no matter what, you must live on and protect your people."