Prince Guangyan wants to agree to the Utuo people's request for peace, causing a storm in Shuojing. The censor's notes did not make Guangyan change his mind. The Uto envoy, who had been under house arrest by Emperor Wenxuan, reappeared near the palace. Although he spoke humbly to the courtier with a smile on his face, his eyes were full of pride.
After entering the dynasty, the courtiers have different thoughts, and everyone hides their thoughts in the depths. Two days have passed, and tomorrow will be the day of entering the imperial mausoleum. As soon as the imperial mausoleum enters, the prince ascends the throne. It's getting worse.
As soon as they left the Chengle Palace, they heard the sound of books coming from the front. When the officials looked up, they saw that there were dozens of students in blue shirts sitting in the open space in front of the Chengle Palace.
These students were all sitting on the ground. The leader was Wei Xuanzhang, the head of the Xianchang Pavilion.
Wei Xuanzhang is actually a person with real talents and practical learning, but his personality is too stubborn and stubborn. He offended many people when he was young, and was later sent to be the owner of the Xianchang Pavilion. This pavilion owner is very suitable for his personality who loves to preach at every turn. Although he has no real power, he has been enjoying himself all these years. This time, Prince Guangyan agreed to the Utuo people to ask for peace and to open a court in Dawei. Wei Xuanzhang strongly opposed it. Except for those censors, he had the most records. It's just that his current official position is low, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to let Guangyan take a second look. Those heartfelt words are just one more piece of waste paper.
"Director Wei?" A courtier who knew him asked, "What are you doing here?" Then he leaned in and whispered, "Sir, go back quickly, His Highness can't change his mind now."
This was a former student who knew him well, so he kindly reminded him because he didn't want to see him offending the future king.
Wei Xuanzhang was unmoved, but looked in the direction of Chengle Palace, and said in a long voice, "Weichen, risk your own death to remonstrate. Please take back your order, and don't let the people of Utuo open a court in Dawei!"
There was no movement in the Chengle Palace.
The sun quietly sprinkled on the long ground outside the palace, like a layer of fine gold. The young students were full of vigor and their eyes were black and white. The old officials stood in the wind of spring, like the sunset that was about to set.
He stood up slowly, his body that had always been tough, now showed some old-fashioned, a little staggering. After standing still, he suddenly recited aloud: "The weather is righteous, and it is mixed with manifold shapes. Below is Heyue, and above is Rixin. People say Haoran, Peihu Saicang Ming..."
The students beside him paused, and followed the old curator, chanting together.
"...Huanglu should be Qingyi, and Han and Tumingting. You will see it when you are poor, and all of them will be green!"
One by one, they are all red and green!
Wei Xuanzhang recited "The Song of Righteousness".
In the Chengle Palace, Crown Prince Guangyan slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, "What did that old man say outside? Ben Gong is going to chop off his head!"
The confidant beside him hurriedly knelt down and pulled down the corner of his robe, "Your Highness, absolutely not! At least not before the enthronement ceremony! Wei Xuanzhang has no other charges, and he is the owner of the Xianchang Pavilion. Provoked the courtiers and the common people to discuss…”
"It's just a little teacher. Ben Gong kills him if he wants to. Who dares to talk about it?" Guang Yan was furious, "Why is there no crime? What do you mean by outside, threatening Ben Gong? Just a joke! How can Ben Gong be threatened by an old guy like him? Believe it or not, Ben Gong will immediately have all his students imprisoned, let's see who dares to talk about this matter! "
"Yes yes yes." The confidant wiped his sweat and said, "But even if you want to teach a lesson, please bear with your Highness for a few days. This Wei Xuanzhang has an eccentric temperament.
"Bengong is not the kind-hearted of the father," Guang Yan gritted his teeth. "If he thought that the palace would be as tolerant of him as the father, he would be very wrong!"
"That's natural." The confidant said hurriedly: "It's just that for now, it's better for His Highness not to come forward. Let him make noise outside. After the enthronement ceremony, it will not be too late for His Highness to settle accounts."
Guang Yan snorted and kicked open the broken lid of the teacup in front of him, "Then let him live for two more days."
Outside, Wei Xuanzhang was still reciting aloud, his old and withered body standing upright in the wind.
"Or for the Liaodong hat, Qing Cao Li Bingxue. Or for the apprenticeship, the ghosts and gods cry heroically..."
"...Or to attack the thief's wat, the head is broken upside down. It is majestic and sturdy, and it lasts forever."
The young students behind him recited with the old gentleman, as if they were not in front of the Chengle Palace, under the eyes of the court officials, but in the school of the Xianchang Hall, in the spring day, reading and listening to justice.
"Look at this stubbornly, looking up at the white clouds. My heart is sad, the sky is extremely drowsy."
"The days of the philosophers are far away, and the typical example is in the old days.
After reciting one song, there was no reaction at all in the Palace of Joy.
Wei Xuanzhang stopped and looked at the courtiers in front of him.
The courtiers either avoided his gaze, or full of pity, Wei Xuanzhang took a step forward and walked up the steps tremblingly, taking off his official hat as he walked.
His voice was steady, as clear as a Hong Zhong, and he only said: "For the generals, loyal and strong, cut the gold, and be precise in the day.
He put down the wooden wat in his hand again, "Civil officials do not compete with military generals, sages say, Wen is moral and knowledgeable, it is Jing Gong's position, and Wen is the most beautiful posthumous title, which cannot be added."
He walked to the last step, knelt down slowly, put the official hat and wooden wattle to one side, looked at the empty hall of Chengle Palace, his voice was desolate and firm.
"Although Wei Chen has no courage or merit, he only has a loyal heart and is upright. The Xianchang Hall has taught students to read the books of sages and sages. Now, seeing that His Highness has gone astray, it would be the fault of the minister if he did not persuade him."
"Fight to death, remonstrance of death, life and death are like floating clouds with me. Today, the old minister dares to use his life to persuade His Highness to rein in his horse and not make a big mistake."
"Old minister, please take your Highness back to fulfill your order, don't let the Utuo people set foot on the land of Great Wei, and don't lead wolves into the room, open the door and stalk thieves!"
After saying this, he suddenly rammed his head towards the vermilion pillar in front of Chengle Palace.
Blood splattered all over the place in an instant.
The courtiers standing beside them froze first, then screamed. The students of Xianchang Hall rushed forward and surrounded Wei Xuanzhang in the center. The wooden wat and official hat, which were put aside, were trampled to shreds in the chaos. In front of the Chengle Palace, there was an instant chaos.
…
In Qinglan Palace.
Concubine Lan Gui was sitting quietly reading a book. Not far from her side, Ni Guiren looked at the blue smoke slowly rising from the copper stove with a worried expression.
Tomorrow is the day when Emperor Wenxuan entered the imperial mausoleum, and also the day when they were buried. If they were more generous and kind, they would be able to enjoy a pot of poison. If this kid was deliberate, they would be sealed in the imperial mausoleum and suffocated to death.
"Sister, you still have the heart to read books!" Ni Guiren finally couldn't help it, stood up and walked in front of Concubine Lan Gui, and took the book away, "Tomorrow is your death and mine, I don't believe it, you are so calm. ?"
No one can put life and death aside. Ni Guiren fought for favor with Concubine Lan in those days. She was young and beautiful, thinking that Concubine Lan would be replaced. Unexpectedly, Emperor Wenxuan was furious. After that, Guangji was handed over to Concubine Lan to be raised. With Guangji in Concubine Lan's hands, Ni Guiren restrained a lot and did not dare to overdo it, but she was not happy after all.
However, now, she and Concubine Lan Gui suddenly became funeral objects together, no different from those vases that Emperor Wenxuan was buried with, so all the grievances and grievances in the past can be forgotten. At least at this moment in front of them, they are on one side.
There are no eternal enemies and no eternal friends. Ni Guiren was impulsive and arrogant. After entering the palace, she had no confidant. Now there is no one who can advise her. After thinking about it, she can only rely on this thorn in the past.
Concubine Lan Gui raised her eyes to look at her, her tone still as calm as before, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, why should you worry today?"
"Why worry?" Ni Guiren said: "I am naturally worried! Can't you see that there is something wrong with this edict? The emperor was always very soft-hearted, and others were fine. How could you and I be buried? I It looks like that bastard Guangyan is avenging his personal revenge." She looked at Concubine Lan again, and said sarcastically, "I know that my elder sister can do whatever she wants, and she doesn't care about life and death, but doesn't she think about the fourth prince? My Guangji is still so small, What kind of temperament is the prince, you and I know it well, it is you and me who are dealing with it now. After the prince ascends the throne, it will be Guangshuo and Guangji next. Do you want to watch your son die? "
Hearing this, Concubine Lan Gui's calm expression finally changed slightly.
But before she could speak, a palace servant hurried in and whispered a few words to the servant girl who was guarding the door. Hearing the words, the maid showed a surprised look, and then walked quickly, and when she reached Concubine Lan Gui, she whispered, "Niangniang, something happened to the Chengle Palace."
Concubine Lan Gui and Ni Guiren looked at her together.
"It was said that the owner of the Xianchang Pavilion, Lord Wei, risked his own death to remonstrate, and asked His Royal Highness to take back the Lord and fulfill his life. His Highness did not respond, and Lord Wei slammed his head into the pillar of Chengle Palace. Many adults saw it, and now there is chaos outside. It became a pot of porridge, and those students in Xianchang Hall refused to leave."
"Death advice?" Ni Guiren frowned, "I haven't heard such words in this palace for many years."
Emperor Wenxuan was soft-hearted and overly forgiving. The censors had three papers last, and they would always read one, and they wouldn't use such a drastic method. However, in this way, even if Guangyan ascends the throne, he will end up with the notoriety of killing an old minister. Most of the students of the Xianchang Hall are from the noble family, and the young people are the most vigorous. They saw the director die with their own eyes. If Guangyan is still the same as the beginning and insists on reconciling with the Utuo people, I am afraid that the palace will die. Inside and outside, it's really bad to hear it out.
Lan Guifei held onto the handle of the chair and did not speak.
Ni Guiren said lukewarmly, "We are struggling to survive here, but some people are still rushing to die. But that Wei Xuanzhang is already in his 70s and 80s, and it's not a loss to die. I haven't passed it yet. After a few good years, I'm not willing to die like this." She thought of Guangyan and couldn't help gnashing her teeth, "Damn!"
Concubine Lan Gui sighed slightly, and the maid helped her stand up.
She went to the window, the sun was just right outside, and it was spring, and everything was in full bloom.
"Look, look, look at it a few more times," Ni Guiren couldn't help sneering, "After tomorrow, I won't be able to see it anymore."
"Ni Shi," Lan Guifei turned around, looked at her and said lightly, "Do you want to live?"
"Knowingly asking."
"If you want to live." Concubine Lan Gui's voice was gentle, and in the tranquility, it seemed to contain a deep meaning, "Just do as Ben Gong said."
…
He Yan drove to Wei's house as soon as he heard about Wei Xuanzhang's death.
Inside and outside Wei's house, it was already crowded with people, and people kept coming in. Over the years, the Xianchang Hall has taught batch after batch of students. If Xu Jingfu's disciples are all over the court and the opposition, Wei Xuanzhang is not too much in essence. It's just that after the students left the library, Wei Xuanzhang didn't like to walk around with them too much, so it seemed that he was not as respected as Xu Jingfu.
However, now that he is admonishing him with his life, the former students have come from all over when they hear the news, to see Mr.
He Yan managed to squeeze into the crowd, and she saw He Xinying supporting the crying Mrs. Wei who was about to faint. Seeing He Yan, He Xinying was also startled. When the new students came to take care of her, He Xinying only When he got a gap, he came over and asked, "Sister He, why are you here?"
In fact, in terms of age, the current "He Yan" can't be called Sister He Xinying, but He Xinying always felt that maybe the eldest sister who died was still there.
He Yan replied, "Mr. Wei is Huai Jin's teacher. It will take time for Huai Jin to come from outside the city right now. I'll come and have a look first. Is Mrs. Wei okay?"
"Not very good." He Xinying shook his head, "I'm afraid that Director Wei has already saved his death wish. After today's accident, Madam found a few letters in the wooden drawer in his study, each for his family. last words."
He Xinying was also very sad. She lives in Wei Xuanzhang's mansion because of her eldest sister. Wei Xuanzhang spends most of his days in the Xianchang Pavilion and rarely comes back. He Xinying spends more time with Mrs. Wei. Mrs. Wei has a gentle temperament and doesn't care about her previous identity. Who knows... this kind of thing will happen suddenly.
"I heard that Director Wei is trying to get His Royal Highness to take back the order to seek peace with the Uto people," He Xinying asked tentatively, "Then now..."
He Yan smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid not."
How could the Crown Prince Guangyan change his mind just because Wei Xuanzhang took his life
Just thinking about it, a voice came from behind: "Sister He, why are you here?"
He Yan looked back and saw that Lin Shuanghe and Yan He were coming in from outside. The two of them were also students of Xianchang Hall in the past. Knowing this, they naturally rushed over.
"Didn't Huai Jin come with you?" Yan He looked around.
"Today he is on duty, training with the Nanfu soldiers outside the city." He Yan sighed inwardly, it was really unfortunate, if Xiao Jue happened to be there today, he might be able to stop Wei Xuanzhang.
"Is General Yan not here today?" He Yan looked at Yan He.
Yan He was in a hurry: "If I were here, how could this happen!"
Because Emperor Wenxuan died and Guangyan acted so recklessly, Yan He was also very dissatisfied. He didn't want to go to court at all, so he made an excuse not to go to court. Anyway, Guangyan's going to court was just a cover, and now he is just taking the opportunity to exclude dissidents. That's it. Who knew that when he was not there, something big would happen.
"I'm going to see my wife." Lin Shuanghe raised his feet and walked inside.
Although Wei Xuanzhang is old-fashioned and pedantic, he is also very strict with women, but there are no concubines in the mansion. Over the years, Mrs. Wei and Mrs. Wei have come over together. Now that Mrs. Wei is left alone, the blow to Mrs. Wei can be imagined. Know.
The young students all knelt down before the old man collapsed. Wei Xuanzhang, who had been wiped with blood, lay quietly. His official robe was crumpled and smeared with dirt and residual blood. It seems to be cleaner than anyone else.
He Yan looked at it and felt extremely sad.
Although this old gentleman used to be in the Xianchang Pavilion, he was old-fashioned and strict, and the teenagers always secretly scolded him for being stubborn, but he was the one who stood up bravely when all the civil servants were wise and protected, just as he taught him back then In that way, "reading the books of sages and doing good and righteous things", finished the last lesson.
Lin Shuanghe's voice sank, the corners of his eyes and brows were not as light as they used to be, and he only said, "Mr. Wei Gao Yi..."
"Gao Yi is useless," Yan He sneered, "Look at the man in the palace, has there been any movement? Believe it or not, in a few days, when the limelight passes, those utuo people will still appear on the streets of Shuojing. !"
"I really don't understand," Lin Shuanghe murmured, "Why does the prince insist on doing this, even someone like me who doesn't understand court affairs can see that it's different from my race, can't he see it?"
"It's not that he can't see it." He Yan said softly, "It's just that he wants something."
Yan He and Lin Shuanghe looked at him together.
Lin Shuanghe frowned and asked, "Sister He, what do you mean?"
Yan He didn't ask any questions, just looked at her thoughtfully.
He Yan thought for a while, then motioned to Yan He to step aside, Yan He said impatiently, "If there is something you need to speak quickly, you and I have different identities and fall into the eyes of others, what should I do if gossip spreads?"
He Yan: "..."
He is very sanctified in this respect, probably because of the strict family rules.
If it was in the past, He Yan might have to make fun of it, but today, she really has no intention of joking with Yan He, and only asked in a deep voice, "General Yan, have you ever met the Fourth Prince?"
Yan He was stunned, his gaze towards He Yan gradually changed, and after a while, he said in a low voice, "Why are you inquiring about this matter?"
"Tomorrow is the time to enter the imperial mausoleum." He Yan looked at him, "According to His Majesty's edict, the noble concubine and the empress will be buried together, how can the fourth highness stand by and watch. In addition to the accident of Mr. Wei today... General Yan," she asked, "You should know."
Yan He's expression changed a few times. The arrogant and impatient expression he used to be put away and gradually became calm and cold.
He said, "Marquis of Wu'an, there is no need to ask any more questions."