Nanming Engineer

Chapter 304 The Death of Chen Qiyu

Chen Qiyu's hand, held by Wang Huan, was frozen in the air, refusing to put it down. His fingers were weak but stubborn and trembling, pointing forward, like a reed swaying in the wind.

With a sound of "clang", Chen Kun knocked over the medicine jar and shouted: "Doctor, doctor! Your Excellency has moved!" Stumbling, he rushed out of the door to find a doctor.

Standing behind Wang Huan, Xu Tiezhu said in a mournful voice, "Mr. Chen must have known that the Lord is coming, so he regained a little consciousness. No matter how we called before, he didn't respond, and even the medicine was prying open his mouth." I poured it down."

He added: "It is a miracle that Mr. Chen can raise his hand. He has been in a coma for such a long time, and he has never moved a single finger."

Sitting on the stool, Wang Huan looked sad, looking at Chen Qiyu with mixed emotions, he understood this gesture.

Chen Qiyu still missed the Ming Dynasty in his heart. He took Wang Huan's hand and put it on his heart, and then pointed to the north. His intention was self-evident.

This is to drag Wang Huan to Tuogu.

This orphan is not Chen Qiyu's children and grandchildren, but the loyalty to the Ming court and the country that he holds in his heart.

He wanted Wang Huan to inherit his will, and from now on he would always be a minister of the Ming Dynasty and fight for the Ming Dynasty all his life.

Wang Huan held Chen Qiyu's hand, felt the faint pulse in his palm, and couldn't help sighing, this famous official who was ruthlessly driven down from the throne of governor-general of five provinces by Chongzhen and exiled for thousands of miles, in his old age by candlelight, not only did he not harbor resentment, He just sighed about the cold and warm, but still had paranoid loyalty, even when he was dying of a serious illness, he still wanted to tie himself firmly for Daming. The importance of Wang Huan was unknown to others, but Chen Qiyu knew it very well.

Sure enough, Chen Qiyu was about to run out of gas. Even with Wang Huan's help, Chen Qiyu couldn't hold on for such a small movement as raising his hand. After a while, he became weak and weak. When Wang Huan gently put down his hand, he could still feel it. Chen Qiyu was still trying hard to raise his hand, but his strength was really insignificant. If he didn't feel it carefully, he really wouldn't notice it.

This is not reconciled, if Wang Huan refuses to agree, he will die with regret.

Wang Huan patted his hand lightly, lowered his head, approached Chen Qiyu's ear, and said slowly: "I understand your intentions. Don't worry, I, Wang Huan, swear that as a Han Chinese, I will die as a Han ghost. I will definitely not be the scum of that vassal of other races in my life!"

Chen Qiyu's eyelids twitched a few times, and his fingers trembled slightly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Then his chest rose and fell deeply, like a sigh that sounded silently in his chest.

Just at this time, the door was pushed open suddenly, and Chen Kun, who had just rushed out, came back in a hurry, leading a white bearded doctor. The ground was muddy and miserable.

Wang Huan stood up from the stool and gave up his seat to Langzhong.

He took one last look at Chen Qiyu who had his eyes closed tightly, turned and walked away, and walked to the small courtyard outside the house.

There is a clump of green bamboo planted on the west side of the yard, which is full of greenery. A fish pond carefully piled up with stones is built next to the bamboo. There are ripples, and the agile fish and the quiet bamboo form an interesting picture, forming a very pleasant picture.

The air was a bit dull, Wang Huan raised his head and looked at the sky.

The scorching sun was covered by a sudden dark cloud, the sky was dark, there was not even a breath of wind in the sky, the cicadas on the trees were screaming desperately, and there was faint thunder rolling in the distance.

The torrential rain in summer comes as soon as it is said.

Feeling very uncomfortable, Wang Huan tugged on his neckline and let out a long breath.

What he said to Chen Qiyu just now, he said after considering it.

Loyalty to the Han family rather than the Zhu family, regaining the rivers and mountains for the common people and not the Ming court, these are Wang Huan's bottom line, he can't lie to a dying person, and he can't make an unrealistic oath against his own intention .

Having said that, it is useless to say more.

Looking at the black clouds floating in the sky, Wang Huan felt that his heart was congested, and something was stuck in his heart, which made him very uncomfortable.

Scholars in the late Ming Dynasty were very noisy on weekdays, and they didn't like anything. They could turn the court into a vegetable market for trivial things, take the emperor seriously, make things more than failures, and turn civil servants into bad things and ignorant soldiers. Things have to be pretentious Zhou Yu’s bad habits were brought into full play, pointing out Jiangshan’s words, saying that others know everything, but when he is in battle, he doesn’t understand anything, he doesn’t know how to do big things and disdains to do small things, so Chongzhen cried out before his death: It can be killed!"

But there are also some scholars who, when things come to a critical moment, are extremely steadfast and would rather die than surrender. How can Teng Jiao be so small-minded, and have had personal conflicts with Du Yinxi many times, leading to the collapse of the overall situation? After being captured, he resolutely refused to surrender and died under the knife of the butcher; another example was Liu Zongzhou, a representative of the Donglin Party. Shu's impeachment of the leading general dragged his feet, and he also died of a hunger strike after the death of the Ming Dynasty.

These people are not talents but righteous people. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for the country, which makes people love and hate.

The pursuit of the righteous way in the heart and the desperate loyalty are the two characteristics of this kind of people.

Chen Qiyu is also this kind of person.

In Wang Huan's heart, he felt unbelievable. Is political opinion really that important?For the sake of the so-called righteous way in my heart, regardless of the overall situation of life and death, and the internal and external enemies have attacked the door, how is this kind of righteous way different from self-destruction?
Shaking his head, Wang Huan stood in the yard for a while, when he heard a cry suddenly sounded in the room.

"grown ups!"

"Mr. Chen!"

This is the voice of Chen Kun and Xu Tiezhu.

The atmosphere in the whole courtyard suddenly became extremely sad with the crying, Wang Huan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood that Chen Qiyu was dead.

He breathed a sigh of relief, because he wanted to see Wang Huan, and entrusted himself with the things that he couldn't let go of.

The thunder rolled overhead, and the sky covered with dark clouds was suddenly thunderbolt, and raindrops the size of mung beans came as soon as they said it.

Amidst the crackling rain, Wang Huan closed his eyes and stood in the rain, feeling the impact of the raindrops, as if each drop of water could wash away the troubles and sorrows in his heart, and wash away the brilliance of the troubled times.

The scenes of meeting Chen Qiyu flashed in his mind like a movie replay, and the strange people of the late Ming Dynasty just fell like a meteor.

Chen Qiyu is Lu Xiangsheng's teacher. Compared with the famous Yuan Chenghuan, Sun Chuanting, Hong Chengchou, and even his student Lu Xiangsheng, he is a tragic figure who is not so brilliant. Objectively speaking, this person is capable, he was born as a Jinshi and became a general, and he is capable of both literature and martial arts, which is no worse than any famous official in the late Ming Dynasty.

It was a blessing to get his help, so Wang Huan felt deeply lost and saddened by his death.

(End of this chapter)