Yang Xuan rushed over, knelt on one knee beside the old man, looked at his wide eyes, and couldn't help but think of those words.
——A family with five surnames will not fall, and a minister will not die in peace.
Yang Xuan reached down and wiped his eyelids, saying softly: "It's not worth it."
He let go of his hand and looked at the blue sky with his eyes that had lost their luster.
Yang Xuan's heart trembled, and he wiped it again, "It's not worth it."
Those eyes were still looking stubbornly at the sky.
"Get out of the way!"
Yang Xuan was roughly pushed away, and two sergeants lifted Yan Cheng up and ran all the way into the city. Blood kept dripping from Yan Cheng's body, like rain in late spring.
"Medical officer!"
The sergeant who rushed into the imperial city shouted sharply: "Help!"
Yang Xuan turned around and saw Zhao Sanfu with a gloomy face, and He Huan who was further back with a cold and sarcastic face. Beside He Huan was a middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance, smiling and saying something.
Yang Xuan remembered that this person had always been by He Huan's side, and Zhao Sanfu said that this person was He Huan's think tank Chen Ju.
The murderous lunatic fell to the side. A sergeant went over and kicked him. He knelt down, took a look, and turned around and said, "Half of his neck was broken, and he's out of breath."
If Yan Cheng is killed, what will happen to the emperor?
When the stage was set out, Zhao Sanfu hurried in and followed the team out with an oil paper bag.
"Yancheng gave this to you."
After Wang Shou got the news, he sent people to find out the background of the murderer, and Zhao Sanfu was among them. He hurriedly said: "Yan Cheng said that his family was poor, and when he saw you wearing patched clothes that day, he was not well-off even if he thought about it. He couldn't use money to do it."
Thank you for your life-saving grace. I can only use books."
Yang Xuan took the oil paper bag, turned around and left.
On one side are the people on the mirror rushing out of the imperial city, and on the other side is the young man walking alone.
Yang Xuan felt a little bored, but it was cloudless today and the spring breeze was refreshing.
There was no one around, so Yang Xuan said: "Suzaku."
"I am here."
Suzaku's voice was very low.
Yang Xuan asked: "What does it mean to send books? Or to send history books."
Zhuque said: "The book has its own beauty like jade, and the book has its own golden house. Giving books is giving away the future. Taking history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall..."
Is that so?
Yang Xuan returned home, opened the window, and placed the only table in the house in front of the window. Light shone in from the window. He placed the Suzaku on the table, sat next to it and opened the oil paper bag.
Three volumes of history books are inside.
Yang Xuan opened the first page.
Four vigorous and powerful ink characters.
——Family, country and world!
The ink looks fresh, it must have been written a few days ago.
"Family, country and world?" Yang Xuan pretended to laugh easily, "I'm just the son of a rebel, what does it have to do with me?"
He went to get something to eat.
After eating, he knelt and sat there, slowly reading the history books.
The history of Chen State is mediocre, at least for the first thousand years or so. Like all empires, Chen State gradually declined until Emperor Wen revived it again, which lasted for 150 years.
Then the world was in chaos... Hey!
Yang Xuan turned the page, and there was a piece of paper stuck behind it, which was full of comments.
——The greed of the powerful and extra-mundane ambitions were the reasons for the demise of the Chen Kingdom.
Yang Xuan understands that the powerful are greedy, but outside the secular world...
"Fang Wai?" Yang Xuan scratched his head and thought Fang Wai was pretty good.
For example, the state religion of the Tang Dynasty had very pious members.
He sat there and kept reading the history books. The Suzaku on the desk had long been full of electricity.
After a long time, Yang Xuan raised his head, rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Why can powerful people kill people unscrupulously? Why? Why? Why?"
He asked three reasons in a row, and finally raised his eyes, "Suzaku, who can kill people unscrupulously?"
Suzaku said stiffly: "Emperor."
"oh!"
The young man understood and immediately said: "But they are not emperors!"
He stood up, slowly packed his things, and finally put the Suzaku into a small leather bag, and said with some reluctance: "Suzaku."
"I am here."
Suzaku is a companion who never gets tired and can answer any question he asks.
Yang Xuan asked: "Suzaku, I feel angry and can't stand it anymore. What should I do?"
Suzaku said: "Either be patient or be ruthless."
…
Yang Xuan left the house. At this moment, most of the neighbors were outside or working at home, and Chen Quli was quiet.
When he first arrived here, every time he went in and out of Chenqu, dogs would bark. But now, even if he strides and stomps, making loud noises, the dogs remain silent.
Later, he slowly realized that being unfamiliar is a sin. And bullying is an instinct, regardless of humans or animals.
Carrying a baggage on his back, he slowly walked out of Yongningfang from a remote place.
He searched all the way to the outside of He's mansion.
In the house, He Huan was telling He Jincheng about today's actions.
"Yancheng's bold and daring act today will probably be recorded in the history books." He Huan felt that it was not worth it for the historians to write for such people, "We should have taken action long ago, but the Yang family was non-committal after the last failure.
Today, Yancheng knocked on the que and publicly humiliated a family of five surnames. I made a decision on the spur of the moment and thought they wouldn't be angry."
He Jincheng had known about this a long time ago. He sipped slowly from the tea cup and said calmly: "Someone from the Yang family came in the afternoon and said that the killing was good. The abbot entered the palace first and looked calm when he left the palace.
, and then the palace rewarded the abbot."
The daughter of Yang Songcheng, the head of the Yang family in Yingchuan, is now the queen, so outsiders often call her the head of the state.
He Huan smiled and said contemptuously: "Yan Cheng thought he was a loyal minister, but he didn't know that he was just a dog in the eyes of the emperor. By the way, Aye, have you ever rewarded the left prime minister Chen Shen?"
He Jincheng put down the tea cup, but covered the edge of the cup with both hands, with fear in his eyes, and pondered for a long time, "Not really."
When he saw He Huan laughing, he shook his head and warned: "Chen Shen is very scheming. There have been countless plans against him over the years, but he still walked into the temple step by step and is now the number one person under the emperor.
Such people should never be looked down upon."
He Huan nodded, "Yes."
The father and son had dinner together, and He Huan left immediately.
After leaving He Jincheng, the think tank Chen Ju came over with a smile.
"You did a good job today." He Huan said appreciatively: "In just a few breaths, you can make a person a dead soldier."
Chen Ju smiled, "I'm just relying on the power of Langjun and Xiaolangjun."
The two of them smiled at each other, Chen Ju excused themselves, and prepared to go back.
There is a lantern hanging outside the door of He's house. At this moment, night falls, the main door and the side door are closed tightly, and Menzi hides in the small room on the side, drinking secretly and comfortably.
"Open the door."
Chen Ju had a cold face. As He Huan's confidant, he also had considerable say in the He family. It was easy to get rid of a disciple.
Menzi wiped his mouth and ran out, smiled apologetically, opened the side door, and bent down to send him off.
After Chen Ju walked away, Menzi took a sip at his background and cursed: "Damn it! What's wrong with drinking wine? You can go to a brothel to drink women's foot-washing water, but you can't drink wine."
?”
Chen Ju has talent, and most talented men like to show off their talents. There is no better platform than a brothel.
Chen Ju turned around this alley, and in front of him was the intersection in the square, which was very spacious.
Chen Ju squinted his eyes and looked ahead, thinking about today's changes.
Thinking about it in the end, he felt that his suggestions and actions today were not bad at all, and he would secretly applaud He Jincheng if he came to see him.
"Who else could I be?"
There were more burning emotions in Chen Ju's eyes.
He worked as a staff member of the He family, but deep down he still wanted to be an official. But if he wanted to become an official, he had to show his worth to the He family. Today was an excellent opportunity, and he did not miss it, making He the perfect choice.
The father and son saw their own potential.
"Famous and famous! Rich and successful! Touching people's hearts..."
It was dark ahead, and when Chen Ju noticed someone approaching, the two sides were already very close.
The man lowered his head slightly and didn't pay attention to the statement, still thinking about his bright future.
Just as he was about to pass by, the person looked up.
In the night, those eyes were particularly cold and bright.
"puff!"
The short knife stabbed into Chen Ju's lower abdomen.
Pull it out again.
Push it in again...
Finally, I stirred it vigorously a few times.
Plop!
Chen Ju fell off his horse and twitched in pain. When he saw the person approaching, he turned out to be a young man. He pointed at the young man and hissed: "You..."
Boom!
The sound of thunder suddenly came, and my ears were shaken.
Yang Xuan came closer, bent down and said: "I don't understand what family, country and world mean, but I know one thing. The more good people in this world, the better off the people in the world will be. Good people cannot be killed!"
Chen Ju felt that life was passing by and wanted to scream loudly, but the last voice that came out was extremely weak, "Who are you?"
He saw the young man squatting there, took out three sticks of incense, skillfully lit them with fire sticks, and inserted them in front of him.
The Chen sentence is cold all over my body, I don’t know what it means.
He whispered: "Who are you?"
Yang Xuan said: "Yang Xuan."
"It's you!" Chen Ju thought about the fact that his first assassination attempt on Yan Cheng was ruined by the young man in front of him, but what he couldn't figure out was why Yang Xuan wanted to kill him, "Why did you kill me?"
Yang Xuan raised his hands toward the sky, prayed silently, lowered his head and raised his knife.
The short knife was inserted into Chen Ju's mouth. When it was stirred, his mouth and tongue were eroded. When he stabbed it, it penetrated the back of the neck.
On his deathbed, Chen Ju looked at the young man and saw him leaning over, approaching him, and then said softly: