At this moment.
The Golden Roll continued.
You finally realized that nothing can stop the chaotic world. This year, you are thirty-six years old and are about to go north.
In the old capital, the eyes were filled with people fleeing in panic. You lowered your eyes and couldn't bear to read the news on the letter in your hand, but you had no choice but to watch helplessly. The capital was broken, the emperor was dead, and you looked at the desolation of the city, feeling sorrow in your heart.
The news of three letters a day was like wildfire, and bad news was constantly spreading. The border general had surrendered, and the imperial court was finally powerless to turn the situation around.
The imperial court was destroyed, but you stubbornly refused to give up and rushed to the last small imperial court of the old country. The imperial court did not have an emperor, so nothing would happen, but the people still had to live. You had been appointed by the emperor and sat in the position of military affairs. Seeing that the building was about to collapse, you were determined to turn the tide.
In the vast Ministry of War, you are the only seventh-grade official. In the empty hall, you lowered your head and wrote quickly. When it was late at night, a few strands of your hair had unknowingly turned white.
In fifty days, you wrote thirty letters in a row, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea. Facing you, who refused to form a clique for personal gain and was bent on supporting the building that was about to collapse, you offended too many treacherous officials. Facing the crazy ministers who ostracized you and the new emperor who was addicted to wine and sex, you finally gave up on the small court.
The weather in August was already a bit cold. Bad news came from home. Mother passed away. You rode that horse and asked for funeral leave in dire straits.
When you returned home, you already understood that things could not be done. However, when you saw those people who were like walking corpses, carrying bags on their backs and walking helplessly in the cold wilderness, barefoot, covered in blood and pus, you were still unwilling.
Rebellion, foreign enemies, the world is in chaos, but you are not afraid. You start to run around. You stand on the broken city walls and shout. Even if no one cares, you are not willing to let go. You make a wish. With one breath left, you should run for this era until you die.
In those days, you finally saw the fickleness of the world. In fact, as long as someone stood up and led the people who still had bones, this era would not perish. Even if it was a small imperial court, they were afraid. They would only run. The officials ran away, the gentry ran away, and so did the people.
You raised your head and looked at the empty city under the night sky. You held the flag on the city wall tightly and closed your eyes unwillingly. You are a scholar. You don't have to care about who is in charge of the world, but you don't want to.
In the year of thirty-seven, you were still running, often leaving the cities in a sorry state with mud on your feet. During the day, you were running, and in the middle of the night, you were writing and contacting the Xin Yi Army and the generals of the previous dynasty.
On that day, you were about to contact the rebel armies in various places when a letter stained with blood returned. Your eyes were bloodshot. This was the third good friend you had died in battle. You thought of the people you had studied with, but you only received the letter. Your voice was hoarse as you continued to run in exhaustion.
When you see your old friend, the smile on your face hasn't faded yet, but you hear his intention. He surrendered to the enemy and came to persuade you to surrender. You closed the door, and then your student came. He was already the general of the enemy, but you still refused to open the door. You just sneered disdainfully.
On that day, your best friend who was also a teacher and a friend was about to leave. You went to look for him. You stood on the shore and saw his gentle expression. He cupped his hands and bowed to you. Your parents, wife, and children are entrusted to you. You suddenly can't stop your tears. You choke and nod your head. You watch him enter the water and never look back. He's dead. He bent his head in the water and fell.
You accepted his son as a disciple, settled his family, and took them everywhere to avoid enemy attacks until you found a temple. You changed your name to become a monk. You thought that you shouldn't end it like this, so you began to write books that recorded the historical facts of this era.
After some of your old friends were captured by the enemy, they ridiculed you for being weak and incompetent. You only knew how to run away. In the end, you couldn't compare to your best friend. They said that you had lost your scholarly character, but you didn't say anything. You just picked up your pen and continued to write. You wanted to let people see the truth of this era. You left behind a large number of precious books.
Only after you have finished everything did you come out of the mountain again and continue to run around to kill the enemy. This time, you were determined to die.
You were arrested and interrogated, but you stood firm and unyielding, your expression unchanged. When they asked you what your official rank was, your expression was arrogant. When I asked you why you didn't shave your hair, you just glared at me: I only want to leave this hair to meet the former emperor underground.
You had the chance to surrender, but you were unwilling and unwilling to speak again. So they wanted to escort you to other cities. When you passed by the water, you finally took advantage of their surprise and threw yourself into the water.
Your head was chopped off, your body was cut into pieces, and you were thrown into the water. In the end, you were found by the students and the sedan chair carriers and buried in a coffin. This year, you were forty years old.
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At this moment, the golden roll paused slightly.
Immediately, new words appeared.
Your name is Chen Zilong
Chen Zilong word lying son, Songjiang Huating people. He was born with extraordinary talent, proficient in the study of poetry, Fu and ancient prose, imitating Wei and Jin Dynasties, and his parallel style was especially exquisite. Ten years later, he was awarded the title. He was appointed to the post of Chief of Staff. Dongyang Zhusheng Xu Du is the grandson of Xu Dadao, the deputy envoy. His family was rich, chivalrous and good at giving alms. He secretly used the art of war to restrain the children of guests and wanted to get a chance.
The first poet of the late Ming Dynasty, known as the literary talent of the two Han Dynasties, the poetry of the three Tang Dynasties, the style of writing is vigorous, the ambition is high, and his Ci is elegant and graceful, worthy of the 18 voices.
At this moment, the image of the Golden Roll was finally clear.
The emperors of the various dynasties saw that figure.
This person was wearing a prison uniform, and his face was slightly dark. He straightened his back and walked forward calmly.
The shackles on his feet clanked as he fearlessly raised his head.
The eyes under his white hair seemed to carry a spark, making people dare not look straight at him.
An old and hoarse voice. When you saw the pool of water under the bridge in front of you, you finally muttered,
"Duke Yuan, I've been struggling for so many years. I'm finally coming to find you.”
"I compiled a few books, and it can be considered as one last effort for Great Ming.”
Your voice was too hoarse. After a moment of silence, you spoke again.
"Friend, don't blame me for not going with you. I just wanted to do my part.”
"How can I watch the Great Ming Dynasty fall like this?”
Your voice sounded bitter, and your eyes grew dimmer.
Raising his eyes, a thousand miles of mountains and rivers seemed to be reflected in his eyes at this moment.
However, the flames of war were everywhere.
"I don't want to protect Chongzhen, I just want to protect Da Ming.”
"I think that as long as people are alive, they will have a chance. Even if they are unwilling to stand up, they will have to stand up.”
"If they don't dare, then let me do it.”
"I'm not afraid of death. I always want to try again, even if it's just once.”
At this moment.
You, who looked like an increasingly old scholar, lowered your eyebrows and hid the sadness in your eyes.
Then, you stood on the bridge, your steps a little slow.
Looking at the pool of rippling green, it was bone-chilling.
His hoarse voice was filled with self-reproach and became lower and lower.
"Duke Yuan, I couldn't hold on!"
At this moment.
The guards in front suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the water under the bridge.
He turned around and saw that the criminal behind him had disappeared.
They were furious and waved their cold blades to pick up the lifeless body.
He brandished his knife and beheaded his body.
Then, he threw it coldly under the bridge.
The corpse drifted away with the water, floating up and down.
No fish or shrimp hurt him at all.
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