The happy life of the devil and the devil

Wufei Rabbit is gone, time flies easily.In every daytime shooting and hunting competition, in every night of drinking and feasting, amidst the shouts of warriors and the smiles and anger of noble ladies, this year's big hunting will soon come to an end , every time the highlight of the big hunt comes under the eyes of everyone——

Eighteen teams assembled in front of the hunting ground, and more than one person cast a wary look at Xuanjiawei, worrying about what kind of tricks Ling Yucheng would play in the next three days of the nine-white hunt.

Then, they stared dumbfounded at Ling Yucheng's light gown, walking leisurely by his Majesty's side, without any intention of leaving.

"Aren't you going to go down this time?"

Lit the firecrackers wrapped around the tail of the white camel with his own hands, and watched eighteen small armies follow the white camel and white horse. .

"This time, I won't fight with them." Ling Yucheng sat down beside him, picked up the teacup and blew gently, and nodded his chin casually, "Look at the younger generation breaking the thief."

"..."

"What are you looking at, Your Majesty?" Following his gaze, he lowered his head. The boots on his feet were newly changed today, and they haven't been dirty yet.

"I'm checking to see if the teeth of your wooden clogs are broken." Yuan Shao looked ahead, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was so soft that he could barely hear it.Ling Yucheng gritted his teeth, and really wanted to throw the teacup in his hand straight at him: If you have something to say, just say it, so what is the purpose of Pili Yangqiu's ridicule?

Well, he used this allusion really inappropriately... I don't know what it will lead to when I meet someone with a lot of heart.Idle is also idle, according to the rules, the emperor will sit outside the tent until lunch time today, Ling Yucheng turned around and gave a low order, someone had already brought the chess scale over.

Between black and white, it is good to spend half a morning.

During the three days of hunting, Ling Yucheng was not idle.Accompanying Yuan Shao in the tents of several nobles, eating and drinking, listening to music and watching dances, accepting offerings and presenting rewards, of course, also smoothing over the marriage proposal of the noble lady of the hussars.In addition, it is to reverse the history of the previous battle against Yu Xia, and discuss the future compensation to be extorted from Yu Xia...

After all, as soon as the big hunt is over, the Longevity Festival is imminent, and after entrusting envoys from various countries such as Su Taiximin to relay messages, Yu Xia's envoys for peace negotiations have also crossed the border.

As soon as Ling Yucheng returned to the capital, he handed over all the prisoners of war to the hussars guarding the capital, just like Hubenwei and Xiongwuwei.Confessions of the captured soldiers have been submitted to Xingzai one after another these days, and the causes and consequences of Yu Xia's invasion have also been pieced together and restored bit by bit.

At first, it was really Zhao Sheng who wanted to make a fortune and add luster to the crown prince in the battle for the reserve position.He is also self-aware. Although he ordered the troops to be mobilized and half of the troops in the northern camp were ready to attack, he only sent a partial division to attack. He originally wanted to tear a hole and get some reasonable results.Of course, that partisan is not his confidant, but a young general under his command who is quite capable, but because he doesn't know how to flatter horses, he has always disliked him.

Unexpectedly, that lieutenant general named Sun Nan is really capable. Thinking that the chief general sent him to restrain the main force of the enemy army, he didn't know how far it would go, and how many brothers would die to make him tall. , Burned the Ningnan warehouse in one fell swoop.This time the battle situation collapsed, and under Yuan Shao's deliberate shrinking of troops, Zhao Sheng felt that the battle in front of him was getting smoother and smoother. Under the greed of profit, he finally led all [-] troops across the border, and fought with the Beiliang army that had retreated a hundred miles. Strangled into a ball...

Then, it was Ling Yucheng who sneaked across Guanshan and attacked Jianmen.A door bolt crashed behind the [-] troops who had entered the foreign country.

In the middle of the night when he was amazed by the flames of the border crossing and made plans all night long, he asked Yuan Shao, "Which prince of Dayu do you think is better?" He got this answer:

"It's better to let Prince Duan have a few more days. The more evenly matched the two princes are, the longer the fight will be, and the more the country's vitality will be hurt."

"A border general will not shake the reserve position." At that time, he met Yuan Shao's eyes, looked up and smiled under the candlelight: "Then, let the prince, like King Duan, break an arm severely at the border. that is……"

The past flashed by in his memory, Ling Yucheng looked away, randomly took a booklet and opened it, it turned out that it was another application from a foreign envoy to see him, the Queen of Beiliang.

"It's really troublesome to pretend to be sick every year..." He muttered softly, put the booklet neatly in the pile that he had read, opened another book, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"The one who came this time seems to be your old man in Yu Xia."

A shadow passed by beside him, Yuan Shao looked at the fold of the red silk cover in his hand, and laughed.

"Really." Fingertips gently stroked the dignified and thick handwriting. The name of the person who led the meeting seemed familiar. He was the envoy sent by Yu Xia to negotiate peace this time. The newly promoted Minister of Rites, more than ten Du Zhishen, a scholar of the Wenhua Palace years ago - when he was studying in the East Pavilion of the Taiyuan Academy, he once called that person "Sir".

It was one of the few gentlemen who treated him equally during the seven years in the teaching palace and did not favor him because of his birth status.It was a pure and bright memory that he rarely had in his youth.

Not to mention, the accompanying military officer of the envoy was one of his confidantes back then, Miao Zhen, the second son of Uncle Xiangcheng, who escaped the catastrophe because of the protection of his family, but because of this, he parted ways with them forever.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his expression was different from last year when he saw Yu Xia begging to see the document, Yuan Shao pondered for a moment playfully, "Want to see?"

"...Please Your Majesty's grace. I want to see them."

Unknowingly, I got up from my seat, and when my elbows were lifted up by a strong force, I realized that my knees were about to touch the ground—was it just because it was such an important past in my life that I lost my composure?

Only this time.

the last time.

Seeing this time, I will say goodbye to my 24 years of life after saying what is in my heart.

"What is this for? ... When will I stop you?"

On the day after the Longevity Festival, Ling Yucheng summoned Yu Xia's envoy in Jinshen Hall, and secretly discussed the time shift.

When Du Zhishen stepped into the Jinshen hall, he was almost unable to restrain his anger.

Ling Yucheng was once one of his most valued students.During the days when he was teaching in the Tai Academy and in the palace, this bright and hard-working young man occupied almost one-third of his extracurricular energy.Although it was a pity to switch from civil to military later on, firstly, most of the sons of Xungui were promoted from military positions, and secondly, Ling Yucheng's talent and achievements in the use of soldiers really surprised and delighted him.

Eleven years ago, Ling Yucheng took refuge in Liu Mingxia, the prime minister of power. He had severely reprimanded him more than once, and even kicked out the student who came to visit him with gifts.Later, Ling Yucheng put an end to the chaos, and while he was delighted that the child did not go astray, he was also full of worries about his brutal methods...

Then, there was the wedding event last year.

As a foreigner, he has no room to speak. Although he treats his courtiers in a rude manner, the matter involves the Second Emperor's Zigong, and Zhong Ye feels in a dilemma.However, what made him furious was that this student, who had poured his painstaking efforts into teaching for five years, actually pointed his troops at the motherland where he was born and raised!

The inner eunuch who led the way stopped outside the gate of Jinshen hall, and two guards in black stepped forward and respectfully invited him in, but they did not enter the main hall, but gave way to the east wing.Du Zhishen was stunned for a moment by this inappropriate behavior, and finally decided to protest when he saw the real master.

The door was gently closed behind the back, Ling Yucheng sat in front of the desk, he put down his pen and looked up.I hadn't seen him in six or seven years, and what caught my eyes was no longer the youthful face I remembered. The 25-year-old young man had an awe-inspiring demeanor. Every movement and every look in his eyes carried the majesty and coercion accumulated over ten years of bloody killings. I was shocked.

Du Zhishen calmed down, adjusted his clothes, and bowed down.

"Foreign minister Du Zhishen, Minister of Rites of Dayu, pay homage to Her Royal Highness Empress of Great Liang--"

"Why, sir?"

Standing up from behind the desk, Ling Yucheng didn't move, let alone stop him.This gentleman has always been strict and upright, and to put it bluntly, he would admit death. If he thought this ceremony should be done, even breaking his legs would not be able to stop him.

The four prostrations were over, as expected Du Zhishen got up and sat down on the top chair without anyone's support.As soon as he sat down, Ling Yucheng looked at the former teacher's face with seriousness, and immediately he was teaching in the East Pavilion of the Taiyuan Academy, with a ruler in his hand, the prince and grandson who no one feared.

"There is a difference in status, this ceremony is what I should do. -- It's just that you don't want to accept my bow, it seems that you finally have some shame left in your heart!"

Even though he had prepared for it long ago, Ling Yucheng still mourned fiercely in his heart, relying on the habits he had cultivated in his ten-year military career to keep his composure.This gentleman had the most staunch temper back then, no matter whether you are a noble family, a son of a phoenix or a grandson, if you show him any unruly behavior, you will always denounce it, even if irrelevant people kneel on the ground, who should be blamed? The hand board will never miss a beat.

Up to now, even if he is an envoy in a foreign country, his words are still so sharp that there is no room for them.

Seeing that he was silent, Du Zhishen sneered and stood up with a flick of his sleeves:

"As a man, you actually became the empress of Great Liang. Where did you lose all the loyalty, filial piety, propriety, morality, integrity and shame that you were taught back then! I originally thought that you had to bear the humiliation in order to welcome back the second emperor's palace. But now that the Second Emperor has returned, why are you still alive, and didn't kill yourself early and calmly, so that you can become famous?"

He pointed his halberd and scolded, furious, Ling Yucheng stood on the ground and just smiled wryly.Hearing the end, he couldn't help raising his head and replied: "Sir, is there any room for me to be fully honored now?"

"You're confused!" Du Zhishen was furious after being hit by Ling Yucheng like that, and slapped his hand on the table beside him fiercely. "How did I teach you back then! Gentlemen are cautious and do not bully the dark room. You have cultivated your morals and morals since you were young. Could it be that you are doing it for others to see!"

The tone of this reprimand is so familiar - when he was a boy in the palace, he was judged by the master for his outstanding homework, and he was beaten ten times in front of a class of schoolchildren. first class.At noon that day, he kicked the wall alone in the shade behind the room to vent his anger. After being seen and questioned by the little Bachelor Du, he got such a merciless lesson:

"It's your own ability to read and write. Could it be that Mr. judged you to be inferior, and your knowledge has grown from others! You can't figure out such a trivial matter. Don't study as soon as possible, pack up your things and go home." !"

Although the few questions just now were extremely harsh, Ling Yucheng couldn't help but feel angry.He has been educated for five years and has been a minister of the same court for ten years. Mr. has always been stricter with himself than others. If he were in his situation, the actions of this loyal, staunch and respected little Bachelor Du in front of him would definitely be the same as what he did just now. Said exactly the same -

He will never live in the world covetously and fearfully, and endure the scorn and ridicule of the world for the rest of his long life.

"Sir," the dull soreness and pain swept through his heart, Ling Yucheng smiled lowly instead, "You came from thousands of miles to ask to see me, is it just to say these few words?"

Du Zhishen, who had been eloquent just now, was obviously suffocated, and couldn't find a word for a moment.Of course, he didn't come here to reprimand this former student—in fact, the court specially found him, a person who had some sympathy with Ling Yucheng, to be the envoy, hoping that he could persuade Ling Yucheng to discuss matters in peace. Say something nice about it.At the very least, don't let things go bad.

...However, when he stepped into this side hall and saw this student whom he had put high hopes on and put a lot of effort into in the past, he couldn't suppress the anger surging in his heart no matter what.

"Sir, I know that you said these things to me for my own good. You only thought of me as a student to say these things—" Before he could answer, Ling Yucheng turned around the desk and approached step by step, the smile on his lips became softer stand up.

"I don't have you as a student!"

"Sir." Ignoring his roar, Ling Yucheng shook his head slightly, and continued in one breath: "When I was studying, you were one of the few gentlemen who treated me equally. I have always respected you very much. Please come today , I just want to ask you a question, you once taught us—"

He had to pause, and took a deep breath. As his chest heaved violently, the words that had been suppressed in the depths of his heart for so many years seemed like boiling molten iron gushing out of his chest, rolling heavily over the tip of his tongue. :

"—the state-owned permanent punishment."

State-owned permanent punishment.The country's ministers have their own rules, even if they are guilty of capital crimes, beheaded and hanged, they are all clearly written in the law-how, how to marry him far away in Beiliang!

Even if it is a death.In fact, he had his own way of death at that time, even if he was executed, he had no reason to harbor resentment.But being treated in such a way that violates the law and loses the dignity of the country, he is full of grievances and pain, but who can he complain to?

——It was you who treated me like this first!

"You—" With thick eyebrows raised, Du Zhishen was about to refute.The words rolled on the tip of his tongue a few times, but this little Scholar Du, who was called by the government and the public, only let out a long and weak sigh:

"Even so, you shouldn't..."

"Sir. I have been nurtured by the Dayu royal family since I was seven years old. If I hadn't inherited the title and entered the palace to receive education when I was young, I would not be what I am now." Ling Yucheng's tone suddenly became fierce: "But I have already paid it back! The battle of Wucheng turned the tide. I climbed out of the death row not because of the grace of the Dayu royal family! I have done nothing worse than anyone else in eliminating the rebellion of treacherous ministers, and my ten years of bloody battles. My injuries are no less serious than anyone else !

Retired from office, sent to death row, turned around, and asked me to serve the emperor of Beiliang... Has no one ever thought that even if I don't agree to this decree, even if I kill myself on the spot, I won't be able to wash away my body for thousands of years Stigma!

Sir, you have taught us loyalty, filial piety, propriety and righteousness since childhood, where righteousness lies, you don’t even care about your life, it’s nothing more than ruining your reputation for the sake of history—but what about me!Set aside the affairs of the king and the world, and keep your name before and after your life. My reputation before and after my life has been completely ruined by the Dayu court!

Ten years of bloody battles, thousands of years of fame, I took these to repay Dayu's 24-year overriding grace, isn't it enough, isn't it enough for me to live for myself for a day! "

The angry roar that he tried his best to suppress suddenly stopped, Ling Yucheng closed his eyes and raised his head, sighing:

"Sir, since the moment I left my hometown with the emperor of Beiliang and stepped out of Jianmen Pass, Dayu and I have never had the slightest relationship."

Du Zhishen couldn't answer a single word.

There was a small voice in my heart that said that was wrong—there is no such thing as a parent in the world, and by extension, the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. No matter what the court did wrong, there is no room for the courtier to bear grudges and revenge— —However, in the face of such unforgettable pain, any excuse is powerless to pale.

Those were his students, he was the one who watched them grow up and personally taught them to be successful. Even though they experienced dangers and filth, there was still a place in their hearts that was clean and pure, untouched by the wind and frost of the world.However, it was such cleanliness and purity that made him feel extremely painful during this appalling change.

"...Even so, you shouldn't send troops to Dayu."

After a long, long time, he could barely come up with such an answer.

"Sir, does Dayu treat me as one of his own?"

Ling Yucheng's tone was flat and calm, not even a trace of sorrow or anger. "When I sent troops to attack, I didn't think about my situation here; when I refused to send troops and fled to Qingzhou, I sent a woman who had served me to appear in front of Your Majesty with a child who came from nowhere— —”

If it wasn't for Yuan Shao who only treated him as a courtier, as long as there was even the slightest bit of jealousy and anger, even if he passed this test, he would have to shed a layer of skin!

"On my way back to Qingzhou, they even sent someone to assassinate me, almost killing me."

"Sir, you once taught us to read: The king treats his ministers like brothers and feet, and the ministers regard the emperor as his heart; What's more, Emperor Dayu is no longer my king——

Sir, what reason do I have for not following my lord's will for such a great danger? "

The author has something to say: finished writing...

The owner is exhausted...

crying blind...

Good night, I have a lot of ideas and I will explain them tomorrow...

After reading the book reviews, everyone in ms is very angry. (Hug one vigorously, Roulan, I love you, you are really my confidant T_T)

In fact, I want to say...Mr. Du told Xiaoling to die as soon as we met. The truth is that the author did not deliberately bury people, or brought out a target for everyone to hit.The scholar-bureaucrats of that era really thought so.

When the poster was in college, he watched Ma Zhiyuan's "Han Palace Autumn", which told the story of Zhaojun going out of the fortress.The Xiongnu chanyu supported the border of the country and forced Zhaojun, but the Han family could not resist, and Zhaojun had no way to ask for a marriage.Along the way, the love for Emperor Han is difficult to give up, but for the sake of the country, I am afraid that the country will be lost, what should I do... I can only go.

Then... Zhaojun went to the border of Hu and Han, on the Heilongjiang River (we don't care who taught Ma Zhiyuan's geography), she asked to borrow a glass of wine to watch Nan pour a drink, and resigned from the Han family... Then, she drowned to death!

Landlord: ...

One million grass mud horses roared past in the heart of the landlord!

To follow the Xiongnu Shanyu is to be loyal to the Han family; to throw oneself into the water is to keep a festival for the emperor!

It's all thought up by you literati and doctors, right?

But... the landlord has no way to deny all these scholar-bureaucrats.

Because some of them think that way and do that.

They are real gentlemen, real men.

These people are the backbone of the national heritage.

In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghu's pen.In Qin Zhang Liangzhu, in Han Su Wu Festival.He is the head of General Yan, and he is blooded by Ji Shi.It is Zhang Suiyang's tooth, and Yan Chang's tongue.

Loyalty, filial piety, and righteousness sometimes seem a little too pedantic; but without these moral constraints, without generations of sages throwing their heads and blood in order to practice these morals, our nation does not know what it will be like.

That Mr. Du is one of these true gentlemen.

Teaching reading in the palace, not afraid of the powerful; being an official in the court, with a strong character.

For this kind of people, morality is more important than life to them.

Therefore, for him, Xiao Ling used his life to maintain his integrity. The so-called complete name and integrity is a matter of course. He has always taught and practiced this way.

A gentleman loves others with virtue.

I regard you as my student, you have gone astray, so I will teach you.

That's why Xiaoling didn't express his anger at him—so he said, "I know you said these things to me for my own good."

Because that's at best a different perception and practice of moral principles, not unwarranted harm.

In addition, as far as personal morality is concerned, I think it is completely understandable to make such a request; however, if a country requires such a child who is abandoned, hurt, or betrayed by itself, I can only say haha...

Let's talk about Xiao Ling.

From the age of seven to 14, the critical period for the formation of outlook on life and values, what kind of education did Xiao Ling receive?

As mentioned in the previous plot: in the palace of being educated.

The palace teaches the princes and grandchildren, the noble children, all are well-educated scholars and literati with high moral character, and what they are taught are the traditional Four Books and Five Classics and the Code of Ethics.

Sacrificing one's life for righteousness, killing for benevolence, where righteousness lies, nine deaths without regrets.

Xiao Ling grew up with this kind of education.The values ​​he was molded are also the values ​​of ancient traditional scholar-bureaucrats.

It is natural for Xiao Ling to use his life to protect his reputation and integrity, and he does not need to think about it at all.If you don’t do this, you are denying your own existence—violating your own moral bottom line, why are you still alive?You are no longer the original you.

Therefore, after the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, Xiao Ling has been struggling—the matter of "living" itself has run counter to his long-standing values.

Following His Majesty and becoming the queen of Beiliang, he never felt for a moment that he was right.

For Xiao Ling, Mr. Du is a double symbolic existence.

On the one hand, he was a rare teacher who treated him well when he was a teenager studying, he was fair and decent.The character of this teacher had a great influence on Xiao Ling when he was young, and it can almost be said to fill the image of "father" in his heart.

On the other hand, such a teacher with impeccable moral character is the representative of the whole "Qingliu".His evaluation and his reaction are almost equivalent to the public opinion orientation of the entire orthodox scholar-bureaucrat class.

Qianqiu's pen is in the hands of a group of people like them.

That's why Xiao Ling wanted to summon Mr. Du at this time.Seeing who and not seeing who, the initiative has always been in Xiao Ling's hands.

In the conversation with Mr. Du, Xiao Ling was not scolding, but confiding; not seeking revenge, but seeking approval.

He was telling his grievances and unwillingness to those in his mind who were qualified to judge him - he would disdain those hypocrites and real villains.

He hoped to hear a sentence from those people, "It's the Dayu court who made a mistake, and they are sorry for you", or at least see them speechless.

Also about the way of the monarch and ministers.

In ancient times, there have always been two explanations for the way of monarch and ministers.One can be represented by the words of Mencius: the king treats his ministers like brothers and feet, and the ministers regard the emperor as his heart;In other words, if you treat me badly, I can ignore you, and if you hurt me, I can even take revenge under certain conditions.Wu Zixu beat him back to the state of Chu, exhumed the king of Chu and flogged his corpse, but no one said he was wrong.

The other one emerged gradually in the Han Dynasty when the world was unified and Confucianism gradually became dominant, represented by the three cardinal principles and five constant principles.To put it simply, the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die. Thunder, rain and dew are all due to the king's grace.

In fact, the scholar-bureaucrats have been using the first attitude to regulate and restrict the monarch. "The king and the scholar-bureaucrats rule the world together." , instead of dealing with it as the emperor said.If you treat me indecently, I can't betray the country, but I can at least wear a crown and hide in the countryside.I'm not going to work for you, why don't you resign and go home!

But there is another tragedy: this kind of attitude can only exist among the people, in the private teaching of the teachers in the private schools in the academy. Which gentleman dares to say this when he is teaching in the palace, unless he wants to die...

Nima wrote an update for this poster for a whole day!

Then, Mr. Chaos Yan, I’m sorry, the reply to your long comment has to be delayed again... The host is exhausted to write today’s update and reply... The host went to sleep... ORZ...