Under the night.

Residences like the Confucius Family in Qufu still adhere to the rules that have been passed down for thousands of years, with front and back courtyards. After nightfall, it is difficult to see banquets with wine and meat.

After nightfall, no one in the house could hear a trace of music theory.

It’s just that rules are dead and people are alive.

According to the excuses of today's Confucius, even saints need to eat and drink.

There are no banquets and music played in the front yard and back yard, but the fragrance of wine is always wafting out of each house's courtyard.

Kong Gongjian can be regarded as one of the few disciples in the Confucius family who still adheres to the rites of a saint.

However, everything he encountered today still made an unknown fire continue to burn in his heart.

Under the night, the chirping of insects in summer can always bring people closer to the saints.

However, the scroll that Kong Gongjian held in his hand tonight seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, so that the words written with the best pen and ink on the best paper became unclear.
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I can't read the book. There are no silk and bamboo in the other courtyard, and there is no meat or wine.

Empty and tasteless.

"Master, what's going on?"

The servant who had been serving the next head of the Kong family for many years walked in from outside with a nourishing decoction in his hand. He looked at the messy desk at the young master's hand and couldn't help but whisper.

Kong Gongjian raised his head and looked at the old man beside him, with a smile on his face, and put down the book in his hand that he couldn't read: "Where are Yaodi and the others now?"

It is difficult to relieve the depression in my own courtyard, but there is always no shortage of joy to relieve my fatigue.

The servant looked at Kong Gongjian with some surprise. His young master had disliked the things that the young master liked since he was a child. If his memory was correct, this might be the first time that the young master had asked about such a thing since he became sensible.

"Young master, they are still over there. I heard that they invited a master from Yangzhou to come into the house. There are a few modified songs that can be used for evaluation."

Kong Gongjian's face was expressionless and he felt nothing in his heart.

He doesn't like playing, nor does he like listening to music.

As long as I can relieve my fatigue and boredom tonight, it doesn’t matter what I am left or right.

When the servant saw that Kong Gongjian was silent, he asked in a low voice: "Do you want me to send the young master there?"

Kong Gongjian stood up, shook his wide sleeves that were longer than his arms with both hands, rolled up the sleeves with his fingers, put his hands together in front of his lower abdomen.

The servant understood immediately, turned sideways to make way, and led the way sideways in front of his head.

Kong Gongjian remained silent the whole time, just letting his old servant lead the way.

Walking through the familiar yet unfamiliar Kong Mansion, Kong Gongjian's ears gradually became filled with the sounds of silk and bamboo drama.

From far to near, the opera of silk and bamboo becomes more and more clear.

It does have a bit of Jiangnan charm.

Kong Gongjian hummed silently in his heart.

"Master, this is where it is."

The servant bent over and stood outside a tightly closed courtyard door, with an implicit, pious and respectful smile on his face.

Kong Gongjian nodded: "Yeah."

The servant immediately stepped forward, shook his robe, stretched out his hand, held the door cymbal and struck it lightly a few times.

There was a sound of footsteps behind the door.

The servant leaned forward again: "The eldest son is here."

The voice behind the door paused, and the Jiangnan charm and drama in the house in the courtyard suddenly seemed to be suppressed by someone.

After a while, the courtyard door opened from the inside.

Several red-faced servants, a little frivolous at their feet, glanced outside the courtyard door and saw that it was indeed the eldest son. They couldn't help but trembled, and immediately clasped their hands and bent down, lowering their heads.

"The eldest son."

Kong Gongjian's face was calm. He didn't like these things, but it didn't mean he didn't understand them.

The brothers at home have fun, and the servants who serve around them, not to mention the daily reward money and oil, even the daily food and wine are more than the servants nearby.

He didn't say a word, just stepped into the courtyard.

Before Kong Gongjian arrived at the brightly lit and fragrant house, the door had already been opened, and his brothers, together with several brothers who were closely related to the Changzhuang, came out one after another.
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As he swayed, Kong Gongjian could see clearly that there were not just those dramatists from Yangzhou Prefecture in the house.

Beautiful wine in the mortal world, beautiful woman on the pillow.

"Brother is here."

"The public inspection is here."

Kong Gongjian nodded: "The insect noise was louder tonight, so I walked around. When I heard that you were all here, I came over to take a look."

This was the first time that the future head of the family was caught in the act. No one in the Kong family dared to say a word, but a few of them made small moves, causing Kong Gongjian's brother to bump into him.

Kong Gongjian's younger brother, Kong Gongming, was a little flustered. He clasped his hands together and lowered his head before his brother's eyes: "It's inevitable that my brother will have a long night. Why don't we accompany him to walk around? There are many places we haven't been to in these years."

This is the trouble of a big family. A big family means a big house. When I was a child, I wanted to explore all the places. However, as an adult, I gradually settle on only a few places.

Kong Gongming raised his head carefully, hoping that his brother could leave this place quickly.

Kong Gongjian shook his head: "I'm tired from walking. I wonder if you have tea here."

Kong Gongming was stunned for a moment.

What does my brother mean?

However, before Kong Gongming could react, several disciples of the Kong family next to him had already woken up and quickly pulled Kong Gongming behind, and a group of people gathered around Kong Gongjian.

"Brother is here, of course there will be tea."

"If tea can't quench your thirst, here is some sake from Zhejiang to rinse your mouth with."

At this point, no one can tell that Kong Gongjian came here intentionally.

What are you doing here?

Of course it's just for fun.

This was something that could make the headlines of the Kong family. Everyone swarmed around Kong Gongjian and walked into the house.

Turn around.

The house door is closed and the courtyard door is closed.

The silk and bamboo drama sounded again, echoing in this dark night that was obviously going to get longer.

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Outside the Confucius Mansion.

The world doesn't know whether the night of a thousand-year-old family is like that of ordinary people, whether they are huddled on the same bed with their wives and children in their arms. They are looking forward to, looking forward to, that their lives will be better this year.

Under the dark night, five miles away from the wall of the Confucius Mansion.

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The officers and soldiers of the Peking Dusi, who were scheduled to rest at night, failed to take off the robes they had worn all day. Instead, they carried their stomachs and returned to the ravine that was only as deep as their calves during the day.

"Be quick and agile in your movements, don't use anger."

"If a spark accidentally falls, our group will not die on the battlefield, but we will die in the hole we dug."

The older flag officer, holding a roll of lead in his hand, directed the young soldiers under his command to dig new pits one by one in the originally dug gullies and tunnels.

After the pit is dug to a sufficient size, the young soldiers will throw the tightly wrapped gunpowder packets placed aside into the pit.

Then plug in the leads.

After a deep pit was dug in a ravine and tunnel that was thirty feet away, and gunpowder packets were buried.

The soldiers took the long roll of lead wire from the old flag officer.

Use long leads as connections to connect all the powder packets in series.

When everything was done, the flag officer led his soldiers to retreat outside the gully and tunnel, leaving enough long leads in his hands to extend all the way to the wilderness behind him.

The faint light in the night was like a thin silk net spread on the ground. The flag officer leading the team and the soldiers under his command were already one mile away from the gully and tunnel dug during the day.

They squatted on the ground, and the flag officer looked left and right.

Under the night on both sides in the distance, there is the flag officer leading the team next to the army. The situation is almost the same as here, hiding under the darkness.

On a slope not far from the Chinese army camp, a group of armored soldiers surrounded the place.

At the highest point, Zhang Zhiyuan led all the generals in the army to stop and look into the distance.

The thousand-year inheritance that made that family proud was so despicable in Zhang Zhiyuan's heart at this moment. With the thousand-year inheritance, how many dirty and dirty things have happened in this land.
To be continued...