"Father, many people remember you in the future.”
Yan Zhenqing's son, Yan Po, looked at the rankings with a smile. He really wanted to cry.
His father was raised and taught by his mother for the first half of his life. After he grew up, he was demoted because of his upright personality and could not stand the aristocratic family's atmosphere. He quietly prepared for the border rebellion. He was targeted for his meritorious service to the king and finally died in the hands of the rebels at the age of nearly eighty.
However, many people in the future were writing about the Yan style.
The handwriting was so wild, it was the pride left behind by the history books.
Right now, Yan Po looked through the courtyard at the distant mountains with a warm smile. He saw the Scholar Academy.
Many people studied poetry and talked about the scholars who governed the country. These scholars silently took out their pen and ink and wrote on the paper,"Old Yan is eternal."
There was a wind blowing at the end of the duckweed, and the sound of it was fluttering.
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At this moment, the rankings appeared in shock.
A fatuous ruler does not deserve to have a list of loyal officials.
When you die, it's more tragic than anyone else
You were at the waist level, so you lowered your head in the water and choked on your lungs. When you died, your back clothes were not wet.
When you died that year, his child cried and asked him? Is father worth it? Is it worth it for you to protect this country? What did you get in return for working so hard? Your career is uncertain, half of your life is withered, and treacherous officials target you.
You just walked into the water and calmly looked at the sparkling surface of the water. Your voice was gentle. What are you crying for? We're not letting down our country.
A blurry image appeared.
This scene was too tragic.
It was a hundred times stronger than Kawasaki's Bushido.
This was a case of bending over and choking on water when the water was not even waist deep!
In the picture, you are now a middle-aged scholar in a long robe. You calmly tidy up your clothes, fold your long sleeves, tie your hair up, and look at your family members behind you with gentle eyes.
Finally, look at the country behind you.
The country seemed to be shrouded in smoke, no longer existing, gray and collapsed.
But you just can't bear to watch,
Even if you've been targeted so much in your life and your career is short,
But you still love this country.
Until this moment.
You lowered your head and laughed loudly. As you laughed, you looked desolate and determined. You lowered your hands slowly and placed them behind your back. Your legs stood straight and you began to gradually sink into the water.
At this moment!
Ripples appeared on the surface of the water.
There was no struggle after that.
Until his family cried and supported a corpse whose back was not wet.
Silence.
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At this moment!
All the dynasties were shocked!
For the first time, Ying Zheng of Great Qin sighed with a sharp look in his eyes. He was an emperor, an emperor who had unified the world. He had seen too many heroes, but the person before him had shocked him beyond words.
"Who is this person? For the sake of a destroyed empire, he is willing to commit suicide?”
"He didn't enjoy the support of this country, but he's still willing to die!”
Ying Zheng's voice was complicated. What dynasty was this? Sometimes, he felt that this was his own dynasty, but his clothes didn't seem like it.
It didn't look like a bun either.
However, it was definitely not a foreign race outfit.
"Who is this loyal subject?"
Ying Zheng looked at the golden roll in front of him. Behind him, Li Si, Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and the others were also looking at it in shock.
They all wanted to befriend such a person.
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Ming Dynasty Yongle.
Zhu Di looked at the picture of the golden list. He felt that the person's clothes were like the robes of a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, but it was blurry.
How could this be Big Ming?
"How can my Great Ming be destroyed!”Zhu Di muttered in his heart.
However, he looked at that person with bright eyes. Zhu Di loved real men the most in his life. The scholar in front of him let him see what it meant to be strong.
Zhu Di sighed." It's a pity that you're not in the same era as me. If I had a subject like you in my era, I would definitely make you glorious!"”
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Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han.
The majestic palace was undulating.
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Liu Che, was quietly looking at the Golden Roll in front of him in Weiyang Palace.
When he saw a new character appear, Liu Che knew,
A fatuous ruler is not worthy of having such a loyal minister ranking! A new person had appeared!
A person who died standing alone.
"You should belong to the Han Dynasty. Which dynasty are you from?”
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At this moment.
Every dynasty was watching the change in the loyal minister ranking list.
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