The aura on the Golden Roll changed again.
This time, a new scene appeared.
Great Qin.
Xianyang City.
Ying Zheng looked at the golden roll in front of him.
This was the second historian to fall.
His eyes were cold, his hands behind his back, and his expression was complicated.
As a historian, his elder brother's fate was still vivid in his mind, but this person still refused to change it.
He would rather die than submit.
At this moment, on the golden ranking screen.
The two figures lay in a pool of blood. They did not change a single word until they died.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the historical hall was as silent as death.
New words appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings again.
【ON18:】
When you were three years old, you were brought to study beside your two older brothers. Your older brothers always told you to calm down. The second brother touched your head and said,"We are a family of historians. Our ancestors were historians. Our fathers were also historians. We will be historians in the future."
Historians were supposed to record historical facts. They couldn't record things that hadn't happened, and they couldn't miss out on things that had happened. Historians were supposed to present everything that had happened in the present to future generations. They were fearless. You wouldn't understand. You just nodded your head in confusion and didn't say anything.
You're six years old. Your two brothers love you very much. Although they urge you to study hard, they often bring back your favorite toys. You're lively and naive, as always.
At the age of twelve, you gradually matured and became more and more fond of writing history books. You began to work hard silently. Your two brothers had already gone to the historical hall to become true historians. You had to study hard day and night. You remembered what your two brothers told you to become the best historian.
When you were fifteen, you began to familiarize yourself with the compilation of history books. Under the protection of your two brothers, you truly entered the historical hall to learn the compilation of history books. That year, you calmed down and seriously began to learn the writing technique.
Eldest Brother was sent to the frontier fortress to write history books. When you asked Second Brother, Second Brother only said that writing history books was the same everywhere, but you always felt that there was something else behind Eldest Brother's dispatch to the frontier fortress.
This year, when you were 27 years old, Second Brother was always whipped by the adults for various reasons. You carried the medicine and carefully applied it on him late at night. However, when you asked him why, he always shook his head and stopped talking. Second Brother had always been slow, so he must have made a mistake.
At the age of 30, you were sent to various places to understand the people's feelings. You only knew how to gather all the information that could be collected by the officials. You carefully and cautiously compiled the history books, one stroke at a time, not daring to make the slightest mistake, because Second Brother said that the historian was to present everything that really happened to the future generations. Therefore, you worked for ten years.
This year, you received a letter that stated the death of your two brothers. You panicked and were protected by your two brothers since you were young. You never thought that they would end their lives so hastily. You rode your horse and returned to the historical hall. You also knew why they died so suddenly.
You are extremely tired, your eyes are bloodshot, and you look at the large patch of red on the ground. It is a shocking sight. That powerful official is standing in the historical hall, with a long sword that has yet to dry. He is looking at you coldly. You don't say anything, but carefully collect the corpses of your two brothers.
The powerful official coldly spoke," Let me tell you, you should continue to write history books. The king died of illness." You didn't say anything, but calmly wrote. The black ink flowed along the reddish-brown bamboo slips and continued to write. The king died with a knife and axe, and when the time came, the new king was appointed, and the king died of illness.
The powerful official was furious and brandished his sword ferociously. You finished writing the last sentence, and the ground was dyed red. You thought of your second brother. He always liked to say that history books are history books. How can they be changed? This year, you will be forty years old.
Xianyang City.
Ying Zheng looked at line after line of words. The cold words between the lines were a little dazzling.
He had a complicated expression on his face as he spoke indifferently.
"If the Confucians have such scholars, I can use them.”
Li Si was silent. At that moment, admiration, pity, and shock filled his eyes.
At the same time.
Zhou Qingchen, who represented the scholarly faction, lowered his head, tears streaming down his face.
Chunyu Yue, who was lucky enough to escape, also looked at the golden roll with a complicated expression and clenched his fists.
He had also thought of dying before surrendering.
But in front of Ying Zheng, he finally retreated.
The three figures on the Golden Roll made his heart tremble. Even his voice became hoarse as he muttered to himself.
"Scholar, is this what a scholar should be?"
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The burly man.
The atmosphere in the golden hall was oppressive.
All the officials were silent, concealing their emotions.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Che, was wearing a black robe. He looked up at the golden roll in the sky.
Lines of text appeared, and a blurry image appeared again.
It was a scene that had never been described in the previous text, but it had appeared in reality.
The blurry figure faced death with a sigh and finally chose the same path as his two brothers.
At this moment, the blade and axe were on his body.
The intense pain made the figure tremble. His body tensed up, and the wound on his chest was mottled with blood.
However, the pen in your hand never stopped for a moment, even though every movement would cause intense pain.
The figure's line of sight seemed to flip for a moment before it finally turned completely dark.
On the screen, inside the historical museum.
A young figure floated out of the corpses on the ground.
In front of him, there were two illusory figures.
The long robe was solemn, and the scholar was romantic!
When the young figure saw this scene, he smiled and narrowed his eyes.
He murmured softly as if he was satisfied.
"Brother, I didn't let you down.”
"We will be the best historians, fearless of everything.”
"Second brother, you always say that history books are history books and how can they be changed? Yes, history books are history books.”
"If Big Brother goes, you can continue to write. If you go, I will continue to write. I don't believe that there is a historian in this world who would tamper with the history books.”
"I didn't let you down."
"No, I haven't."
The moment the figure finished muttering, his vision finally dimmed completely.
At this moment.
The huge Taishi Hall was empty.
Three corpses in one place at different times.
The dark red was stained with ink.
The words on the bamboo slips stopped abruptly.
The last line was written neatly.
Cui Zhu killed Duke Zhuang of Qi!
At this moment.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty looked at the Golden Roll with mixed emotions.
The moment he saw the words, he finally knew which era the loyal officials and incompetent rulers belonged to.
So it was the Warring States Period.
Although the worry in his eyes had lessened significantly, Liu Che looked at the court.
General Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Dongfang Shuo, Sang Hongyang, Zhufuyan, Zhang Qian, Li Guang…
In the court, there were many officials.
But so what if it was the Great Han's scholarly faction and scholars?
Have you ever had such integrity?
He wasn't sure.
At this moment, Liu Che opened his mouth and his majestic voice resounded throughout the hall.
But this time, he looked at Dong Zhongshu.
"I want to see the Confucian school of the past reappear.”
"A true Confucian."
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