Back then, during the earthquake in Dongqing, the Tsing Yi Army and the Red Lotus Group rose up in revolt and wreaked havoc in the north.
At that time, the common people all moved their families to the south to escape the chaos of war. Now that several years had passed, the situation had changed.
The north was peaceful and peaceful, while the outside world was in full swing. There were even dukes fighting each other during the new year.
When the group arrived at the latrine where Hu County Chief Wuma Shang had drowned, his body was covered in feces and crawling with maggots. They couldn't help but sigh.
"Wuma Shang was a member of the royal family, a descendant of the heavens. He ended up like this in his middle age."
"I know. I heard that this person almost became emperor. He was one of the top figures in the twenty-some dukes' alliance at Huang River. Who knew that he would die a violent death." The scholar paused and continued, "Do you know why his body was found in the latrine pit?"
"Is there an inside story?" his companion asked curiously.
"Of course there is," the scholar said. "I heard that the Xu brothers from Zhe County were locked in a fierce battle and had endless internal strife. Just then, Wuma Shang wanted to take advantage of the conflict between the Xu brothers and take advantage of it. Who knew that the Xu brothers would unite against the outsiders and send troops to attack Hu County after the new year. When the army attacked, Hu County Chief Wuma Shang was still doing it with his beautiful concubine. When he heard the news that the enemy had attacked, he was so scared that he lost his horse. His concubine and servants only cared about their own lives. They hurriedly threw his body into the latrine in the backyard. It was said that after losing his horse, he regained his final radiance and watched helplessly as he was thrown into the latrine and drowned. "
The so-called horse death, also known as "sudden death during intercourse," was also known as "withdrawal syndrome." It was an unexpected death caused by sexual activity.
The scholar described it vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"This, this is really pitiful."
His companion was speechless for a long time.
After a while, he asked again, "But there is one thing I don't understand. I heard that the Xu brothers from Zhe County … have always been at odds with each other. Why did they put aside their differences and join forces to attack Hu County? If the two brothers hadn't caused such a ruckus, Hu County Chief Wuma Shang wouldn't have been so defenseless. I have a feeling that there must be an expert guiding us to attack Hu County at this time after the New Year. "
Wu Ma Shang had been planning to reap the benefits from the fight, but he never expected that his brothers, who had been at each other's throats just a second ago, would stab him in the back in the next second.
It was too sudden!
Who in the world did not know of the grudge between the two brothers, Xu Bei and Xu Fei?
"Rumor has it that it was Han Yu, Xu Pei's strategist, who had repeatedly asked for advice and even risked his life to persuade Xu Fei. Only then did the collaboration come about."
"Han Yu? This name sounds a bit familiar … Wait, I remember now. Isn't Han Yu the Third Rank in Tian Wu's 15-year assessment? "
In that year's assessment, Master Yuanjing's disciple took the top two spots.
If Dongqing had not fallen apart, perhaps these two people would still be the pillars of the country.
"Otherwise, why would people say that Master Yuanjing is powerful? None of his disciples are easy to provoke. "
The two of them drank several cups of wine, and soon, they were drunk.
"Sigh … Now that the world is in chaos, I wonder how many more times we can see such prosperity."
They sat by the window on the second floor of the teahouse. From this position, they could clearly see the bustling crowd downstairs.
Just after the New Year, the closed market had reopened, and the people's faces were still filled with unfinished joy.
Thinking about the outside world, such a prosperous scene was really rare.
So what if he was one of the feudal lords?
Just look at Wuma Shang and you will know the fate of the loser.
Wuma Shang was based in Hu County. Although the area of Hu County was not as large as Wanzhou, it was still two-thirds of the county.
It was also a good place with fertile farmland.
Wuma Shang had a good card in his hand, but his opponent was too strong. In the end, he ended up drowning in a latrine.
"Eh? Isn't that a child from the academy next door? "
As he drank his wine happily, a rather unlucky blue and white color entered his line of sight. The scholar furrowed his brows.
In Wanzhou, only the students of the Golden Scale Academy could wear such clothes outside.
The Golden Scale Pavilion was open to the public, attracting countless students from thousands of miles away to study, further increasing the prosperity of Wanzhou.
In this era, books were precious. The students drooled over the countless books, wishing that they could stay here for the rest of their lives. Who would be willing to move?
The slightly wealthier scholars directly bought houses, the poorer ones rented, and the poorer ones had to share a house with several people.
After living here for a long time, they also felt a sense of belonging to the Golden Scale Pavilion.
Many people jokingly called the Golden Scale Academy the "academy next door," and their words carried a hint of intimacy.
"Why did these children come to the Golden Scale Pavilion?"
In the eyes of the crowd, six or seven year old children were disgusted by cats and dogs. They came to the Golden Scale Pavilion and destroyed the valuable books.
"Stop. This isn't a place for children like you. Leave quickly."
More than ten children wore the Golden Scale Academy's uniform of blue and white. There were both boys and girls.
Not all of them looked good, but at least they kept themselves clean.
Perhaps because they thought it was unlucky for children to dress like this during the New Year, everyone wore red silk flowers on their heads and a red cloak over their heads.
Even though they were dressed like this, the crowd could still recognize their signature blue and white uniforms.
"The Golden Scale Pavilion doesn't care about identity or background. Why can't I go in?"
The leading child looked to be around eight or nine years old. He looked weak, but his brows were clear. It was Feng Yi.
He wasn't angry when he was stopped. He just tried to reason with the other party in a well-behaved manner.
"Hey, have you finished learning how to read? The books in the Golden Scale Pavilion are precious. It's not a place for children like you to play. "
The scholars of the Golden Scale Pavilion were not unreasonable. They didn't treat the children badly.
However, their stance was firm. Little children couldn't enter the Golden Scale Pavilion.
"I'm not going to bother with you."
Feng Yi said. He bypassed that person and took out his token to hand over to the guard of the Golden Scale Pavilion.
The students who followed him lined up to be enthroned.
The scholars thought that the guard would stop this group of mischievous children. They didn't expect —
"Why are they allowed to go in?" The scholar widened his eyes in shock.
Aren't they afraid that this group of mischievous children would cause a ruckus and burn the entire Golden Scale Pavilion?
The guard said, "They can go in anyway."
On the other side, Feng Yi led his people and ran towards the main hall of the Golden Scale Pavilion.
Although they were small in number, they had a lot of people. When they walked together, they looked imposing.
"Feng Dalang, what should we do next?"
The girl's voice was tender. She looked fair and plump, like a jade sculpture. She was known as the flower of the Golden Scale Academy.
Who else could she be but Feng Jin's Changsheng?
"Brother."
Feng Yi was angry. The Changsheng who called him Brother Feng sweetly just now called him "Feng Dalang" the moment they met.
"Okay, my good brother."
Feng Yi was speechless.
"Remember, show us the imposing manner of challenging the arena. We might lose, but we can't lose! "
After entering the main hall of the Golden Scale Pavilion, the fifteen uniformly dressed children became a strange sight. They attracted the attention of everyone present.
The other students were still a little frightened. However, Feng Yi straightened his back and borrowed books from the maidservant expressionlessly.
The busybody eavesdropped.
The scholars couldn't help but laugh.
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