Long Song Wanli Dingshan River

On the brocade futon, layered clothes are spread out, and plain colored belts hang down. Jizhou Gong Zhuzhan is wearing a nine chapters gown, and he is kneeling beside Zhu Zheng.

Zhu Zheng only glanced at him with the tip of his eyes, lowered his eyelashes quietly, and continued to burn oil into the long-burning lamp: "Uncle Zhan, you look decent today."

The crown dress worn by the Jizhou Gongzhu Exhibition is only worn when meeting the emperor and offering sacrifices in the ancestral temple. It is rarely worn so grandly on weekdays.

Duke Zhuzhan of Jizhou said softly, "At the end of life, there is only so much dignity left."

He scooped up water to wash his hands, and wanted to add oil and incense, but his eyes fell on the last row of clothes on display.

Big? Big? Small, more than a dozen sets of clothes, according to the standard, all were worn by the princes of the Zhu clan.

Zhu Zhan withdrew his hands slightly.

The oil thread gradually becomes thinner, and finally turns into broken beads, and the oil in the whole incense spoon is poured clean.

Zhu Zheng gently put down the incense spoon: "Mr. Jizhou, when do you plan to take Luoyang?"

A few days ago, the Jizhou army had passed through Pingyang. Judging from the distance, the Jizhou army should have arrived at Chang'an first, but even the farthest Wu army had arrived, but the Jizhou army had not arrived. A day later , just reached a small half of the troops.

Chang Ge frowned for a while when he saw the main force stationed in Jizhou in Luoyang, but he didn't say much in the end.Presumably, he was worried about Jizhou Duke and Zhu Zhengcongbo. Even Luoyang, where the troops are tightly closed, he should not have two minds.

Luoyang is a place where you can go from Chang'an in the west and Yuzhou in the east. If you go south, you will be Chu State, and if you cross the new city, you will be Yizhou.

King Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty assigned Luoyang to the Zhu family, which had many prime ministers. It was precisely because the Zhu family had a strong court, but it had little power. It involved military affairs, and giving him a strategic location would not do anything.On the other hand, Luoyang is very fertile, which will reassure the Zhu family.

Duke Jizhou lowered his head and smiled: "What's the use of me taking Luoyang as what Zheng'er is talking about being naughty?"

Zhu Zheng said: "Chang'an palace changed, Luohou was captured, and his fief Luoyang is just empty."

The Duke of Jizhou just smiled and didn't say much.

Zhu Zheng faced the most central tablet in the penultimate row and began to burn incense.The incense mist was lingering, and Zhu Zheng raised the three sticks of incense in his hand to the tablet—it turned out to be the tablet of Zhou Wenwang Zhu Zheng.

It belonged to him, the tablet after his "death" four years ago.

He put the incense tail into the incense ash a little, and said in a low voice: "Four years ago, the Great Zhou Gongchang, I have been very puzzled. Situ Dazai taught me since childhood, valued? Disagreements, why did you suddenly kill me? I didn’t realize until today that the teacher didn’t intend to kill me, but just ‘killed’ me on the surface. "

Zhu Zheng turned his face slightly, his frosty face was abnormally indifferent: "Uncle Zhan, tell me, am I right?"

Duke Jizhou acted as if he hadn't heard this sentence, and lightly stroked the last row of neatly stacked clothes: "This is Ning'er's clothes. He was only six years old when he didn't have them. These are Qian'er's. Faithful..."

Like a treasure trove, he singled out the owner of the last row of clothes one by one.These clothes are all the clothes of the descendants of the Zhu family who died on the day of the palace change.

Some of the clothes looked like they were worn by young children. They were so small that Duke Jizhou could cover more than half of them with one hand.

Duke Jizhou was still muttering, Zhu Zheng suddenly said in a low voice with faint anger, "Enough is enough."

The anger seemed to be hidden in the bottom of the pool, Zhu Zheng's face remained calm, the black and plain clothes were spread out heavily, and he sat upright, with only his eyelashes trembling slightly.

He suppressed his voice: "If you want to seize power, just kill me. Why? Why kill all the descendants of Zhu's family."

Duke Jizhou snorted lightly from his nose, as if mocking.

"Not only that?...Lang Xuqi He Gu, Chang Chuan He Gu!"

Duke Jizhou raised his hand and brushed his meticulously combed black hair: "You know it all."

Zhu Zheng lowered his eyelids sadly: "I have been secretly investigating this matter for these years. But the more I dig deeper, the more chilling I become... Xiling's rebellion, you are first in a daze. Zhou Yingwei, Then he ordered people to put medicine in the food of the wolf Xuqi, and then pretended to be the big Zhou Yingwei to slaughter the wolf Xuqi, which aroused the Huo Xunzhi rebellion. Unknown why the wolf Xuqi and the big Zhou soldiers killed each other, Chang Chuan persuaded, Huo looking for the scorpion to die? They forced each other, but they failed to stop. The mutiny lasted for several days, and even the grassland was stained red with blood... Zhan Congbo, you can kill someone with a knife."

Jizhou Gong straightened his body and said gently: "It's absurd."

"And Chang Chuan's death? Jizhou has been infested by ghost soldiers for years, Chang Chuan came to Jizhou to help you pacify the frontier whenever he was free, but you actually threatened and lured Zhu Jiubian, slandered Changchuan for collaborating with the ghost army, and raised the bandits' self-respect? Zhu Jiubian died in the court? Compelling, even King Zhou Min did not kill Chang Chuan. At the end of the road, you actually encouraged the people of Jizhou to take out some fine wine from each family and combine it into "Wine for Wanhu to send off"—"

Zhu Zheng smiled wryly: "It's a good bowl, I'll see off the wine for Wanhu."

He turned his face sideways, and the flames of the Zhu Family Ancestral Temple scorched light and shadows on his dark robe. Zhu Zheng frowned, and his face was terribly dark: "Mr. Jizhou, beheaded like this? Good general, do you feel pain in your heart More than half a point?"

Duke Jizhou finally let go of his amiable pretense, and a rare gloomy look appeared on his face.

Zhu Zhengdao said: "God bless me Da Zhou. Although Chang Chuan was damaged, Chang Ge was bestowed. The generals of Guirong and Mian were forced to flee in the north, and they had no choice but to put all their eggs in one basket. When the Yuezhi army was closest, it was only three hundred miles away from Chang'an city. Chang Ge went out to fight in danger...save my life."

"In order to prevent future troubles, he completely regained Liangzhou and murdered 20 Yuezhi troops. Since then, he has left an eternal infamy, and the princes jointly wrote a letter, please kill Changge. From the perspective of Bo...Changge? He has a broad heart and never cared about what other people said about him, but the vicious words and sentences in the court are all engraved in his heart. He has no good courtiers. You gave him Hengshan Mocui and treated him with kindness. Chang Ge is really happy A few days. In the first few days, he loved that Hengshan Mocui so much that he held it in his palm even to sleep."

Because of this, Zhu Zhengcai decided that Chang Ge must be avoided in this matter.

Gong Zhuzhan of Jizhou also lowered his voice: "Chang Ge has a pure heart, if he wasn't General Zhou, he would be great."

"I don't understand, Cong Bo." Zhu Zheng's eyes fell, "You entrusted Jizhou, starting from Qilu in the east, reaching Pingyang in the west, passing through Yanmen in the north, and going down to Chenliu in the south. Not to mention being rich, but at least you are living comfortably. Why? Do you want to join forces with the ghost and army kingdoms to do this again and again? You have not only betrayed your country, mountains and rivers, but also your fiefs and people."

This is so serious that Duke Jizhou didn't speak for a long time.

He stood up slowly: "I owed... the land and all the people?"

Duke Jizhou took two steps forward slowly, facing the top tablet of the Founding King of Wu: "The Son of Heaven is the ruler of the world. The king has the greatest power, followed by the country and the people."

Zhu Zheng did not refute.The Duke of Jizhou continued: "The princes are the kings of a country. At a big level, there are thousands of households in the city, which is very beautiful. At a young level, it is no different from the prefect of a county or county. However, he is a local parent official."

He lowered his head and gently stroked the mountain coat of arms on the side of his sleeve: "My Jizhou totem is exactly the mountain. In my heart as a Jizhou parent official, the people are the most important, followed by the country, and the kingship... the lightest."

The Duke of Jizhou turned his head to the side for the first time, and looked at Zhu Zheng: "Son Zhou, although I bear the royal power, I wish Zhan, and I have no regrets in my heart!"

Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, and the Duke of Jizhou poured out like a flood that opened the gate: "The chaos of ghosts and soldiers is an old problem left over from the founding of King Wu. I am enfeoffed in Jizhou. It seems that the territory is vast, and there are many people in the north. The northern border is full of customs, the eastern part is the state of etiquette and etiquette, and the southern part has vast plains and fertile soil. I don’t know which Zhu family who took over as the lord of Jizhou? —— Turning over the mountain is the northern border ghost army, we guard , is the rear of the Zhu family; it is protecting the entire Da Zhou Jiangshan."

The Duke of Jizhou raised his head and let out a long sigh: "You sigh at Changchuan, why don't I sigh! Which general of Jizhou is not passionate, endures hunger and cold, and sticks to the border? But no matter how hot the blood is, it will turn cold when it meets worthless people. into ice."

Duke Jizhou glanced at Zhu Zheng lightly: "If my son doesn't die in battle?...he should be as tall as you. I wish my family was born tall, and my son is the top one in his generation. At the age of two, I can support the door frame with a slight raise of my hand. It's a pity...it's a pity!"

The Duke of Jizhou clenched his hands into fists: "He... went out to fight for the country, and he was in a desperate situation. The food and grass were exhausted. In that year, the big river was diverted, and how many good fields were flooded! It was due to natural disasters and food shortages. Jizhou has been plundered several times by the ghost army, not to mention food and grass... Even I, Jizhou Gongcheng, can't even get half a bucket of rice!"

"My Jizhou army fought desperately for the big? Weekly death? Battle, retreating the enemy ghost army, my son was cut off by the ghost army, and was besieged in the Kubuqi desert. I just borrowed five thousand dan of grain, five thousand dan! "

He turned his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Zhu Zheng viciously, "Do you know? How much? Food?!"

The son of the Lord of Jizhou came to Zhu Zheng a lot, and what he said or described was at least something that happened in the time of King Zhou Min. Zhu Zheng shook his head gently: "I don't know."

The Duke of Jizhou approached the tablet of King Zhou Min step by step, and said coldly: "In the 16th year of King Zhou Min, Jizhou was hit by natural disasters and was attacked by ghosts eight times. The main force of the Jizhou army was besieged in the Kubuqi Desert. I, the people of Jizhou... The common people have waited for the grain requisition order of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

He bent down suddenly, and with one hand, he lifted the things on the incense table clean.

Incense offerings, stove tripods, and incense ashes rolled all over the ground in a mess.

Seeing the mess of the place, Duke Jizhou stood slumped: "The Guirong people killed my son, then went straight into the palace city, and threw my son's body in front of the palace. I still remember my son's tragic death. What does he look like?... He is almost skinny, his eye circles are deeply sunken, he was starved to death? Or thirsty? On the desert!"

Zhu Zheng said: "So, you are avenging him?"

Duke Jizhou snorted contemptuously.

"I am incompetent and lost my son. But I wish Zhan... more than one son. The thousands of people in Jizhou are all my people. If the ghost army enters the palace city, I die? What does it matter if I die? I'm dead, who will resist the big beam in Jizhou, who will protect my innocent subjects in Jizhou, who will... save my people."

He stood slumped, the sky was clear outside the house, but suddenly thunder rolled, and a thunderbolt was struck suddenly.

"No one forced me, I begged them on my own initiative."