Everyone was looking at the magnificent golden list that stood between heaven and earth.
ON19: Xia Yunyi
There was obviously another name behind this name.
It seemed to be a name that was on par with Xia Yunyi.
At this moment.
Li Bai frowned.
He was very curious. Who could stand side by side with that old scholar?
He killed himself in the water and did not change until he died.
The long robe that he wore to die for his country still made him cry out in pain.
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And the Ming Dynasty.
Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian's face was ashen.
The words on the Golden Roll were heart-wrenching.
The golden roll that carried the aura of the Heavenly Dao.
Not only did it show the loyalty of the loyal officials, but it also made it clear.
He, Chongzhen, was the fatuous ruler who did not deserve to have such officials!
Chong Zhen gritted his teeth, his eyes dark.
What did he do wrong?
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At this moment.
Everyone was watching.
On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, the text continued.
This time, a new life inventory finally appeared.
Entering school at the age of six, you are talented at a young age, talented, unparalleled in poetry, and a scholarly family, making you full of knowledge and famous throughout Jiangnan. If you are born before the age of twenty, you will create a literary era that belongs to you.
You have been taught by your father since you were young. He taught you under the lamp. When you were young, you finally saw what the officialdom was like. He only taught you the words 'good and evil'
This year, you were 16 years old and full of vigor. You participated in the imperial examinations and passed the county and capital examinations. You were full of ambition. However, it was only during the academy examinations that you finally saw this world. In this officialdom, money can buy an official position. You've fallen behind, but you can't help yourself
When you were seventeen, you gritted your teeth and stubbornly refused to believe that the world was really like this. You participated in the imperial examination again. On that day, you stood outside the door and felt a little cold. Your heart chilled. You thought of what your father had taught you. So this imperial court was really like this.
You meet a few good friends, learn from each other, discuss politics, and finally understand what like-minded people mean.
You wanted to give up after failing many times, but you weren't willing to accept it. A treacherous official had ruined the country, and even the imperial examinations could deceive the world. This year, you turned eighteen and gritted your teeth to take the imperial examinations again. A student, after three years of cold and heat, finally succeeded. You didn't smile, but you didn't frown more.
Father's departure made you stay at home to mourn, and you only focused on studying poetry.
At the age of 21, you suddenly saw that the world was in chaos. On this day, the talented you was finally recognized by Shangguan and became his son-in-law. After the wedding, you did not indulge in love. Instead, you watched the news spread from all over the world. There were wars and disasters. Even in the imperial court, there was only utility. No one studied. The eunuchs and treacherous officials became a laughable place for power struggles.
You finally established a new literary society with your good friends. Instead of speaking for the gentry and wealthy families, you focused on studying the classics and history and criticizing the current malpractices. However, there are already factions in the court now. The more you don't collude with them, the more you can't stand on. For a time, someone in the court said that you are discussing political affairs without thinking. The pressure is so heavy that it is almost suffocating. Even the local aristocratic families are ostracizing you everywhere.
At the age of twenty-three, you participated in the imperial examination again. You knew you would pass, but in the end, the results were very different. The reason for your failure was so ridiculous. The examiner was afraid that the opposing faction would attack you.
The imperial examinations were controlled, and there was no hope for one's career. You watched helplessly as the court was in a mess, and the eight chapters were decorated with flowers but had no use for the people. A sense of powerlessness struck you. In your mind, you thought of the refugees in ragged clothes who came to the city yesterday. Their numb eyes made you want to do something.
The new literary society began to compile books, and you began to write new books. You used your own methods to serve the country and the people. So politics, military, irrigation, farmland, taxation, finance, schools, and laws. You used the people's livelihood that you had witnessed with your own eyes, quoted classics, and combined them with reality. You wanted to learn from the mistakes of your predecessors and reverse the ethos of vulgar scholars being ancient instead of modern. You wanted to let them see that you wanted to revitalize the country and stabilize the world.
The aristocrats are ostracizing you everywhere, and there are people spreading rumors in the court. You're under so much pressure that it seems like you're staking everything on one shot.
This year, you are 30 years old and extremely tired. You want to use books to awaken the world.
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On the Golden Roll.
The scene appeared.
You are now a scholar in a green robe, your eyes are ancient and extremely small.
You hold a book in your hand and stand on the city wall.
He shouted tiredly but with little effort.
Below the city wall, there were only helpless and numb refugees. Their bodies were weak and they walked with difficulty.
Fierce and laughable soldiers brought old carriages into the city.
The carriage was filled with precious food.
At that time, your figure was very small. Even on the city wall, no one paid attention to you.
In the study room.
You are still silently holding the pen, unwilling and unwilling to let go.
Under the dim light, your eyes are already a little blurry.
As the brush and ink fell, the sharpness was restrained, carrying a bit of sonorous pride.
No one knows your name.
However, the scene on the Golden Roll continued.
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At this moment.
Song Dynasty.
Yuelu Academy.
Li Ruyong's body trembled slightly as he looked at the figure in the picture.
"Don't study the classics and history, focus on the people's livelihood.”
He had persisted in learning his entire life.
However, he had never thought that governing the world and helping the people did not have to be ancient and not modern.
Such a person.
"So in troubled times, Confucian scholars can also make a difference."
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On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Di Renjie looked at the figure on the Golden Roll in shock.
He ran on the city wall like a tiny speck of dust.
Silently lighting a lonely lamp in the study, agriculture, finance, taxes and corvee…
That figure had used all that he had learned in his life to search up and down.
All for the sake of finding a way to serve the country and the people in such a chaotic world.
He found it and walked alone.
He didn't care about honor or loss, and he put all his eggs in one basket.
Di Renjie was so excited that his shoulders trembled slightly and his eyes reddened.
After a long while, he took a deep breath and spoke in a sonorous voice.
"A real man should be like this!"
At this moment.
They all looked at the figure.
It was extremely small, but it still worked hard.
It was like a spark in the dark era.
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At that moment.
Big Ming.
Chong Zhen's eyes were cold and filled with anger.
It seemed like he was still angry about Xia Yunyi's loyalty ranking.
He looked coldly at the vast golden list in front of him.
He looked at the figure who was silently writing books and being ostracized everywhere, but was still trying his best to advance.
"I don't believe that there will still be my dynasty this time!”
"How can I be a fatuous ruler!"
In the hall, the officials looked at the golden roll with complicated expressions.
He looked at Emperor Chongzhen again, but still no one responded.
At this moment, wearing a bright yellow robe with patches, Chong Zhen looked angry.
His thoughts were still immersed in the previous Golden Roll rankings.
He did not know why he was on the rankings previously.
After going through the dynasties, he believed that he was not a wise ruler.
However, being conscientious and conscientious was not fake, and being frugal was not fake.
He had racked his brains to plan for the Ming Dynasty.
He could not sleep at night all year round for the sake of the people of the world.
How did he become the so-called incompetent ruler?
He did not believe it!
What did he do wrong?
Outside the main hall.
The sound of horse hooves finally woke the angry Chongzhen up.
The exhausted scout's eyes were bloodshot as he flew over.
"Lu Xiangsheng, the head of the Ministry of War, was shot by two arrows and two blades. He died in Jia Zhuang!”
"What?!"
In the court, Chongzhen was suddenly stunned.
His figure swayed slightly, and he felt his vision darken.
He turned his head, and in that instant, his gaze seemed to have aged considerably.
In the dark, he knew that Da Ming might.
His fate was over.
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