Huang Longshi sneered, "Do you feel more and more that Bi Yan didn't deserve to die? Don't be fooled by the fact that there are countless people secretly clapping and cheering for the Chief Minister's downfall. In fact, the truly discerning people, especially scholars like you who sincerely believe that 'the people are more important than the monarch', are all gritting their teeth in silence. Do you think that just because everyone seemed to be cursing Lame Xu at that time, everyone really hated Beiliang? Bi Yan, Tantanon, Gu Jiantang, Yan Zhenchun, Lu Baijie, Lu Shengxiang, and Xu Gong, and so on. Do you really only hate them and not respect them? You must know that at that time, Xu Xiao led Beiliang's personal cavalry to the south, leading Gu Jiantang's direct subordinate General Cai Nan to intercept the Hsu Fengnian at the border. A total of sixty thousand men and horses, when faced with that old cripple, let alone fighting him, they directly knelt down and said 'This general greets the King of Beiliang' clearly in the ears of many officers and soldiers. Not only did he, who was entrusted with high hopes by the imperial court to reduce Beiliang's living space, but the sixty thousand armored soldiers all had the same thought. They regarded seeing Great General Xu Xiao from afar as the greatest glory of their lives. In the end, it was Xu Xiao who replaced Gu Jiantang to inspect the Gu family's armored cavalry. The civil officials in the imperial court were indignant in private, but the generals and soldiers all over Liyang didn't feel that there was anything shameful about it. Xu Xiao is so domineering and domineering, he deserves it. Zhang Julu has a scholar like you silently in his heart, and Bi Yan also deserves it. Therefore, this is Bi Yan's death again! "
Huang Longshi expressionlessly picked up a chess piece from the chess box and said softly, "Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan doesn't have a good impression of this Chief Assistant. He once tried to befriend Zhang Julu's youngest son, Zhang Bian Guan, but to no avail. In times of chaos, military generals were nurtured, while in times of peace, civil officials were valued. This person was destined to be a literati emperor, but in order to balance the civil and military, he had to continue the chess game left by the late Emperor Zhao Dun where the three provinces of the Hall of Governmental Affairs kept each other in check. There would be more cabinet ministers than the current one, but there definitely couldn't be a civil official leader. Zhao Zhuan needs to sit firmly on the dragon throne, and Zhang Julu will die. "
"Zhang Julu saw things further than anyone else. He ruined his own reputation and left no way out, warning the future generations. Bi Yan was very clear that in the future, the pattern of the literati ruling the country would be formed. The 'etiquette' of not being punished by a doctor would be repeatedly mentioned by the civil officials. Since the first year of Yonghui, the Hall of Governmental Affairs has been the dominant power. Not to mention the six ministers, even the assistant ministers have not been beheaded. If the current trend continues, it will be even more difficult to kill a 'literati official' in the future. There is a very interesting development in this, and that is the greed of the imperial family and the children of the powerful clans. They more or less pay attention to table manners, but the civil officials who were born poor, after shaking off the mud on their bodies, they become even more shameless and their methods are even more secretive. Bi Yan was obviously well aware of this, so this death was his own request. But in my opinion, the death of a Chief Assistant is really not very useful to the future generations who are 'deteriorating with each passing day'. "
"But it is precisely because of this that I, Huang Longshi, admire Zhang Julu's death the most."
"The Emperor Zhao Dun wanted him dead, Zhang Julu was willing to die, and he died again. This death is the most helpless of the scholars and the imperial family, but it is also the most romantic of the scholars who have a clear conscience. "
Huang Longshi, who had been holding the chessboard with two fingers from beginning to end, no longer said anything. The salt, rice and radish had long been eaten clean.
Fan Zhanghou said softly, "Zhang Julu has a 90% chance of dying."
Huang Longshi lowered his head to look at the chessboard and asked with a smile, "They all say there is a 90% chance of dying, do you think Bi Yan still has a slim chance of survival?"
Fan Zhanghou shook his head. "Everyone wants him dead, but he doesn't want to live, how can he live?"
Huang Longshi knocked the white chess piece on the northeast chessboard and even rearranged its position. Fan Zhanghou was very surprised. When his master played chess with him, he always placed his chess pieces as if they were flying, not to mention deliberately rearranging the positions of the chess pieces that had already been placed. This was because Huang Longshi had said that once a chess piece was placed, it would take root. The world had always been so ruthless. Even if there were longevity pills in the world, there was no medicine for regret. This made Fan Zhanghou, who had lost interest in the chessboard, curious again. He looked carefully. While he was focused on finding the answer, Huang Longshi bent down and grabbed a black chess piece from the box. He looked at the west side of the chessboard and drew a circle there with two fingers holding the chess piece. He said indifferently, "Previously you saw me arrange this chessboard in one go. Don't be fooled by the fact that there seems to be a fierce battle here, where the black and white sides are killing each other with great strength. In fact, it is very laughable and may not affect the overall situation."
Sitting opposite Huang Longshi, Fan Zhanghou's heart skipped a beat. He looked down at the chessboard and asked, "This is the confrontation between Liyang and Beimang?! This is Beiliang? Beiliang has 300,000 Steel Cavalry, how can it not affect the overall situation? Master, I really can't figure it out. Can you help me clear up my confusion? "
Huang Longshi threw the black chess piece back into the box and said with a smile, "How can someone like you, Fan Shidan, guess the next step of Beimang's Peace Decree? Don't waste your brain. You won't be able to figure it out even if you were given a hundred years. To be able to play chess with your skill is more or less enough. In the future, just think about how to fight for scholarly honors in the new dynasty. The higher one's chess skill, the weaker one's character. "
Fan Zhanghou carefully glanced at his master.
Huang Longshi said with a smile, "I'm talking about you ordinary people. Master and that Beimang Imperial Tutor are not among them."
Fan Zhanghou asked, "Then what about West Chu's Cao Changqing?"
Huang Longshi said with a smile, "Half and half. Knowing what can't be done yet doing it, he's just a fool. Cao Changqing's entire second half of his life has been fighting for a single breath. It's meaningless. "
A laugh came from the distance.
It seemed to be mocking this old man for bragging and pointing out the world. Huang Longshi was somewhat embarrassed. Fan Zhanghou, seeing his master deflated, wanted to laugh, but didn't dare.
Huang Longshi stood up and walked over to the little girl who was still flipping through the book. He rubbed her head and sighed with heartache, "Daughter, don't find trouble with that bronze man in the future. You can't kill him."
The old man picked up a book and walked over to the Beimang bronze man grandmaster who had been thrown to the Guangling Road by Qi Xuanzhen. But he was quickly squeezed between the two by Miss Hehe. Huang Longshi had no choice but to move his butt to the side. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the book, feeling the warmth of the sunlight. He said, "When I was young, I went to visit Qi Xuanzhen on the Demon Execution Platform. That great Spiritual Master said, 'Writing a book with a brush is not as good as the cool breeze flipping through the book'. I, Huang Longshi, didn't believe and didn't agree. Otherwise, this trip would have been in vain. "
The bronze man grandmaster didn't say a word.
Huang Longshi turned his head and asked, "How much longer?"
The bronze man grandmaster still looked straight ahead with lifeless eyes.
This side of the courtyard of the Begging for Forgiveness Pavilion returned to silence.
Day after day, the whole world finally knew that the current Grand Secretary Zhang Julu had died in prison.
At that time, the world remembered an old bastard who deserved to die but didn't die. It seemed that a long time ago, he had given the Grand Secretary, who was at the peak of his power, an unlucky prophecy.
"Sad New Year's Eve."
At that time, everyone suddenly realized that all of the great demon Huang Sanjia's assertions had come true one by one.
New Year's Eve, the end of the moon and the end of the year, so it was connected to the end of the new year.
The old year was thus removed, and a new year was exchanged.
On New Year's Eve of the first year of Auspicious Talisman, everyone in Apricot Alley, regardless of age, was burning lanterns to welcome the new year. The Fan family was the same.
In front of the Relaxing Pavilion, the bronze man grandmaster stood in the middle of the courtyard, looking up at the sky.
The little girl and Fan Zhanghou sat on the stone steps.
The little girl's face.
Fan Zhanghou, on the other hand, was like a child, sobbing with his head lowered.
During the day, for the first time, his master patiently told him a lot of things, a lot of reasons. He told him about the plans and arrangements of several great advisors who were still alive. He told him about the strengths and weaknesses of Li Yang's Crown Prince Zhao Zhuan and Yan Chi's Heir Apparent Zhao Zhuan. He told him how he should coordinate with his little martial brother Lu Xu, how he should rise above the others in the bloody struggle between several great powers. He even told him how to succeed and retire. Finally, his master told him a very inexplicable sentence, just like the conclusion that the history books of later generations gave him, Fan Zhanghou: Fan Zhanghou loved fame, was good at politics, had brilliant literary talent, was cruel on the inside but gentle on the outside. He was one of the six ministers of Li Yang's resurgence.
In the pavilion, the old man who occupied the top three positions of Spring and Autumn held an oil lamp in his hand, quietly walking between the bookshelves. The wick of the lamp gradually burned shorter and shorter. As the new year approached, the wick of the lamp became shorter and shorter.
The flame of the lamp flickered and was about to be extinguished.
Huang Longshi walked to the window and looked at the night sky. With a carefree smile, he murmured, "I am very happy to meet you all. Ye Baikui, Xu Xiao, Zhang Julu, Yuan Benxi, Li Yishan, Zhao Changling, Gu Jiantang, Nalan Youci, Huan Wen, Qi Yanglong, Cao Changqing, Li Xiaoxin."
The old man raised the oil lamp. "To all of you, to Spring and Autumn, to your golden spears and armored horses, to your free and easy style!"
The old man opened the window and casually threw the oil lamp out of the window. He roared with laughter. "My life, how magnificent!"
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