On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, the inventory continued.
Words that were wrapped in a strong aura appeared brilliantly.
It was written.
【NO.18：】
The name behind was still empty.
New words started to roll again. Clearly, the person ranked 18th was not the same person.
" You were dull since you were young and not as good as your elder brother. However, you loved history books to the bone. Therefore, you would always study with your elder brother and younger brother at night, working hard, hoping that one day, you could also become a person who wrote history books.
Since the age of four, you have been obsessed with bamboo slips every day. Others always say that you are dull and useless, but you don't care. Only when you mention the words history books, you are full of interest.
When you were 13, you followed your brother into the historical museum. You silently looked at the brush, ink, carving knife, bamboo slips, and the historians who wrote the history books carefully. The envy in your eyes deepened.
This year, when you were sixteen, you finally finished reading the bamboo slips that your brother had finished reading a few years ago. You told him that you also wanted to become a historian, so this winter, you began to try to take over the old historian who had left office.
You can't write a history book in every detail. You start to learn more about the methods of compiling history books. During the day, you have to participate in the compilation of history books in the historical hall. Late at night, when you return home, you will quietly learn more writing techniques. You look forward to becoming a real historian.
At the age of 30, you finally became a true historian. You began to record everything that happened in the most authentic way.
You don't understand why the court is divided into factions. You just quietly bow your head and write about every major event that needs to be recorded in the history books. To you, this is the meaning of your life. However, you write history that the powerful officials of the court don't want to see. They don't want to see that general enter the history books. You have been whipped.
The pedantic you is stubborn and dull. Even though you were whipped three times in a year, your clothes were stained with blood, and your face was pale from the pain, you were still indifferent. The history books cannot be changed. It is the case now, and it will be the same in the future.
The history hall is very cold today. You and your younger brother sit on one side, while your elder brother sits on the other side. Today's history hall is different from the past. There's one more person in it. It's a powerful official who just killed the emperor. He told my elder brother that the emperor died of illness.
You know that the Emperor did not die of illness. You also know that he wanted his elder brother to change the history books, but how could the history books be tampered with so wantonly?
The elder brother picked up his brush and wrote down every detail of how this treacherous official had killed the emperor. The powerful official was furious, and the armored soldiers outside the door rushed in. The elder brother's back was split open with ferocious blood stains. You could see the white bones, but the elder brother did not stop. His brush continued to write: A soldier in armor kills the king in the mansion
The second slash landed, and the third slash landed. As the elder brother wrote, he spoke in a hoarse voice. He said that death was not scary, but that it was scary to be in the darkness.
The powerful minister looked at you, roaring ferociously, asking you to write the history book of the emperor's death. You laughed loudly, looked at your brother's corpse, and picked up the brush in disdain. That was the first time the dull you showed such a reckless expression. The soldiers in armor killed the king in the mansion, and the order could not be issued.
The powerful minister was furious. He drew his sword and pierced through your thigh. The cold sword made you tremble in pain. He cut your flesh wantonly. He roared and asked you to write that the king died of illness.
Your face was pale, and the sweat on your forehead mixed with blood spread to the ground. The brush in your hand was as calm and serious as an elder brother, and it was still arrogant. The history books were history books, how could they be changed? Orders cannot be issued, and kings die with swords and axes
The blade fell again and again. Your dull eyes looked at these soldiers and powerful ministers for the first time with contempt. You died. You looked at your brother's corpse and thought of the scriptures of the saints when you were young. You swore to be the most upright historian.
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At this moment.
Southern Song Dynasty.
In the main hall.
Qin Hui looked at the blurry figure on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings in shock.
That familiar scene was clearly no different from the figure who had just died.
Qin Hui finally fell silent.
He did not understand why these people would not die as long as they moved their pens.
Yet he was so stubborn.
Her stubbornness was terrifying.
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Big Ming.
The Tianqi Emperor had a complicated expression.
He looked at this stubborn figure who was exactly the same as before.
And those blurry red spots, it was shocking.
And below, Donglin Party Yang Lian, Zuo Guangdou, Yuan Huazhong, Wei Dazhong, Gu Dazhang, Zhou Chaorui and other Donglin Party officials.
At this moment, he also lowered his head to hide the complicated emotions in his heart.
They didn't know how to evaluate such a historian.
However, if they were in their shoes and asked themselves, could they do this?
After thinking for a long time, all that was left was a soft sigh.
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At this moment.
Ming Dynasty, Wanli year.
Zhang Juzheng's extremely tired eyes reflected the blurry image on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
His expression was solemn as he tidied up his clothes.
Then, he cupped his hands and bowed to the fallen figure in the blurry image.
There were complicated emotions in his eyes. There was excitement, pity, and admiration.
"This is the true strength of a scholar, but my Great Ming doesn't have much.”
Similarly.
Hai Rui and Zhang Juzheng had always disagreed.
At this moment, he clapped his hands in praise.
Especially when he saw the figure that was stabbed by the blade and axe, but did not change a single word.
At this moment, his eyes were red as he laughed loudly.
"Good! What a man!"
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Qing Dynasty.
Kangxi years.
In the hall, the officials who were also paying attention to the Golden Roll were dumbfounded and shocked.
Some people couldn't help but feel excited.
Zhang Tingyu's face was ashen.
He was also a scholar. Perhaps in the eyes of those generals, these two were fools who did not know how to adapt.
However, only scholars like them truly understood what these two people's actions meant.
That was the integrity of a scholar!
Just like the sage's teaching, the mighty can not be subdued.
Others had only learned it, but these two unknown historians had truly done it.
Even if the price was their lives.
However, the more this was the case, the more unsightly their faces became for scholars of Han descent who had entered the Qing Dynasty!
Even a mere historian dared to do so.
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Big Ming.
Now.
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes and looked at the golden list that was as grand as the sky.
At this moment, his expression became even more complicated.
He spoke softly as if he was muttering to himself.
"Scholar. There were also tough bones. The entire family was tough bones!”
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression changed as he watched the two figures fall one after another.
The Great Ming Dynasty also had civil officials, and there were quite a few of them.
However, when those civil officials spoke up, he always acted willfully.
He just felt that those civil officials did not understand. They did not understand anything. They were just trying to contradict him and gain a good reputation.
Therefore, he had always been blaming these scholars.
Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and looked at the officials with a silent expression.
After a long time, no one dared to speak, only silence.
Zhu Yuanzhang's expression suddenly became much more tired.
Figures on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings appeared in his mind one after another.
In the future of Ming Dynasty, there was still Xia Yunyi and Chen Zilong.
They bought officials to save the people and ran around, wanting to use their own strength to support the Ming Dynasty that was about to collapse.
It was only because of that rebellious person, Chongzhen, that they were defeated in the end.
He thought of these figures who died for Da Ming and left calmly.
He thought of what Chen Zilong said before he died. He did not want to be loyal to Chongzhen, but only to protect Ming.
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang whispered.
"Perhaps, these scholars should stay, even if it is to leave behind seeds.”
Then, he looked at the ministers and suddenly said,
"From today onwards, the speech officer system will be changed.”
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At the same time.
The burly man.
Liu Che stood with his hands behind his back. Under his black robe, he also sighed.
After a long silence, he had a complicated expression.
"Scholars also have bones, and they are very tough.”
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At this moment.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Xin Qiji saw the blurry image on the Golden Roll.
Tears streamed down the old man's face.
The two figures came down one after another, making him unable to suppress the tears that were about to flow out.
The corruption of this era followed etiquette and was full of filth.
He had thought that everyone would be at peace, and even the powerful ministers in the court would submit.
However, it was just a small historical hall with two humble historians who held up the backbone of this era.
He saw what he should see.
That was the integrity of a scholar.
At that moment.
In the army, outside the tent.
Yue Fei also looked at the dazzling golden roll. This scene caused his chest to be filled with excitement.
Even though his temples were slightly frosty, he was still laughing.
"Good! A scholar actually has such boldness."
"Such a historian, a clear stream through the ages, should be respected!”
On the other side.
When Zhang Xiaoxiang saw this scene, he clenched his fists and raised them.
I can't express my excitement with words.
After a long time, he waved his hand fiercely.
"Extremely loyal and unyielding."
"If there is no such thing, how can we search for it?”
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