At the same time.
Qi Country.
Duke Zhuang of Qi was also looking at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings with a cold gaze.
The words on the golden list seemed to carry a blurry image.
In the end, he could only see a figure that was going to die safely.
But who was this person?
For some reason, a trace of worry appeared in his heart.
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On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Li Shi Min looked at the new words on the Golden Roll with a complicated expression.
A clean and honest official had always been like this.
Especially the historian, he was a clear stream among clear streams.
How could these people be willing to bow down in recorded history?
He could not help but think of himself, so he smiled bitterly.
Could it be about him?
He had once thought of asking the historian to change that part of history.
However, Wei Zheng, who was standing beside Li Shiming, couldn't help but laugh and praise.
"What courage! This is a true subject."
"It's not scary to die, it's scary to merge into the darkness. This kind of civil servant is really prideful!”
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As the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings changed.
New words finally appeared.
You were born in a poor family. When you were four years old, you studied hard under your father's guidance. Your father was a historian, and you also aspired to be a historian.
Your two younger brothers always liked to study history books with you. In just seven years, you have already read through all the history books, and so have your younger brothers. At that time, the lights were like beans, and you brought them along without slacking off at all.
The history books allowed you to see everything that happened in the countries many years ago. It was so vivid and vivid that you finally understood the charm of the history books. That year, you were seventeen and became a small official.
You want to be a real historian, so you help to compile history books in the historical museum during the day and study at night. You have never been distracted in ten years of winter and summer.
No one noticed your seriousness. This year, you are 22 years old. After the previous historian passed away, you finally had the opportunity to compile a history book. You never slacked off. You observed carefully and recorded every event in history with your pen. There were generals returning to the court in triumph and civil officials ruling the country.
There was a powerful official in the court who was colluding with his cliques. He wanted you to frame a general with the Spring and Autumn Writing Technique. You were unwilling. That day, he sneered at you, a humble historian.
You have been demoted from the central point of recording the important events of the imperial court to the frozen frontier fortress. The north wind blew the goose feather snow, making you shiver a little. The powerful minister told you that as long as you were willing to listen, you could go back, but you just stubbornly shook your head, raised your pen, and recorded the truth.
You felt like you were about to die. You were so cold that even your body was curled up. However, you, who was on your last breath, still wrote the general in detail for an entire month. The powerful officials roared in anger, but in the end, nothing happened. This year, you were 40 years old.
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The Golden Roll continued.
Many officials and students had a change in expression.
He looked at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings with a complicated expression.
The text continued.
In these five years, you just silently recorded everything you saw. In a corner where no one paid attention, you kept writing. You swore to leave behind true history for future generations.
Five years later, you finally returned to the historical hall to compile history books because of the loss of power of that powerful official. However, you discovered that the court seemed to be different.
The unknown you finally arrived at a brand new era. You heard a piece of news about the death of the emperor. You investigated it from all sides. As an official who compiled history books, you must know the truth about the emperor's death.
Through continuous visits, you carefully found out the real reason for the king's death. Someone killed the king, but you didn't expect the reason for the king's death to be so absurd. It was because he had an affair with the wife of a minister and was killed by the minister under the pretext of illness.
After the death of the emperor, the court was in turmoil. In just two days, undercurrents surged in the court. Various factions were constantly fighting for power. Yu Bai, who was left behind, sat quietly in the historical hall and recorded this absurd but true history.
In autumn, the weather gradually became much colder. On this day, the treacherous officials came to the historical museum. They saw you as a historian. The treacherous officials picked up the history books and slips in front of you. The ink on them had not dried up. The minister who killed the emperor was also the last powerful official who survived in this power struggle.
When he saw your record, he threw the bamboo slip on the ground with a cold expression. On the bamboo slip, it was just recorded that the emperor was killed. He told you that you had to change it and tell the future generations that the emperor died of illness.
You walked over and picked up the bamboo slips. Stubbornly and old-fashioned, you didn't say anything. You just quietly placed the bamboo slips back on your table and picked up the brush again. You heard the sound of armor clashing outside.
You silently picked up the brush and wrote down the fact that the treacherous officials killed the emperor. Each stroke was serious and calm, just like how you wrote the history book for the first time many years ago.
The powerful official was furious. He told you that if you dared to write down these history books like this again, you would die, and so would your family. At this moment, the sound of armor outside the door became louder and louder.
You don't speak, you just write silently. Nothing can affect your writing. You just continue to write the truth.
The powerful official finally had a ferocious expression on his face. He waved his hand and the armored soldier outside the door came in. The knife mark on your back was cold and almost cut through your spine. However, you trembled and continued to raise your brush. You wrote meticulously. The second knife, the third knife.
You're finally dead, all that's left is your head raised high, silent and arrogant
At this moment, on the blurry screen of the Golden Roll.
A determined heroic aura burst forth from the dull scholar!
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The Great Tang.
In the imperial court, Wei Zheng felt the blood in his chest boil.
He looked at the blurry figure with a solemn expression.
He straightened his clothes and hat, cupped his hands, and bowed to Zheng Zhong.
"The clear stream will last forever. Take care!"
In the main hall, Li Shi Min was also looking at the blurry figure on the Golden Roll with a complicated expression.
Then, his gaze landed on Wei Zheng and the others.
He had seen too many civil officials like this.
Their stubbornness was deep in their bones, and they were not even afraid of death.
However, he admired such a scholarly character, but he also felt helpless.
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At this moment.
Big Ming.
In the hall, Yu Qian's heart was surging.
He watched as the bamboo slips were dyed red.
Even in death, the blurry figure refused to change a single stroke.
At this moment, his face was flushed red and he let out a long breath. His expression was solemn and excited.
"If everyone in the world is so strong, why worry about not being cured!”
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On the other side.
Great Song.
White Deer Institute.
Zhu Zai looked at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings with a complicated expression.
How could that figure not know what would happen after he drew the line?
However, this person didn't hesitate. Even in the end, his head was still raised high, showing his arrogance.
Knowing that he was going to die, he calmly went to his post without changing a word.
"Good! If there is no such person's courage, how can we see the history of the sea hook sinking!”
"It should be an example of a scholar's pride!"
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At this moment.
Zhao Gou, the founding emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, also saw the words on the Golden Roll.
Those words that carried the aura of the Heavenly Dao and were so dense that they could not help but tremble.
Zhao Gou had a complicated expression as he looked at the figure who was unable to change a single word despite being hit by the blade and axe.
He remained silent.
He thought of his own Great Song Imperial Court.
When he was besieged from all sides, did he ever have the thought of leading the crowd to fight?
A moment later, Zhao Gou lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them.
He could not continue thinking about it.
Below the main hall, the civil and military officials, such as Qin Hui, were also silent.
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At that moment.
Northern Song Dynasty.
Tong Guan, Cai Jing, Wang Fu, and other powerful ministers.
He saw the figure on the golden list being stabbed by a knife and axe, but still insisted on writing.
His expression was extremely complicated.
Tong Guan silently looked at the pen that had fallen to the ground, mixing with the blurry red ink.
For some reason, he thought of himself.
A moment later, he shook his head and pulled his sleeves tightly to hide the emotions that flashed in his eyes.
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At the same time.
Big Ming.
In the court.
Yu Qian looked excited and his eyes were filled with excitement.
Even his sleeves were trembling slightly.
"Good! I'm not afraid of being crushed to death. This man should be the bones of the world's literati!”
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At this moment.
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