"Just watch it, it'll be good, just watch it..."
Liu Huaizhang was already satisfied.
With his own death, he will make his ruler wise and his ministers wise. This is what he wants to do.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and said: "I, Liu Huai Zhang, have little talent and little knowledge, but I am of the fifth grade but can meet in court. I am a great favor to me. I have been an official for decades and have left many good names and many infamy." , Those who respect me are in the market, and those who scold me are in the court, but no matter what, I, Liu Huaizhang, only seek peace for my family and country. As a minister, I should serve the country and the people, but I only want a clear conscience."
Chen Changsheng looked at him, and he seemed to understand why some people's death was as heavy as Mount Tai.
Liu Huaizhang explained what is called "the way of being an official".
This is his morality and the way he treats this dynasty.
He wanted to show it to the king of the temple, to show it to the ministers in the hall, and to show it to millions of people in the world.
Let them see clearly what it means to be an official!
Chen Changsheng said nothing more. He raised the teacup and drank the tea in one gulp.
It was obviously tea, but he felt a little drunk.
…
On the second day after Liu Huaizhang's death, the government announced his death.
When sorting out the belongings of this fifth-grade official, they only found a few patched old clothes, and the rest was a tael of silver.
The one tael of silver was given to Liu Huaizhang by his teacher when he took office as magistrate of Shangjing County twenty years ago.
A few old clothes and a tael of silver were all the possessions of this fifth-grade official.
On the day of the funeral, countless people in Shangjing City stood on the street, watching the coffin pass by. They followed closely, from the first few dozen people to the last hundreds, thousands of people...
The entire capital was paying homage to the deceased official.
On this day, tears came to Beijing. The girl selling jujube cakes on the street, the waiter in the teahouse, the butcher on the street, and even the beggar on the street. Thousands of faces followed the funeral procession, escorting this gentleman. Leave.
Many officials in the court also came. They were silent from beginning to end. They were speechless as they watched the coffin being buried.
As courtiers, they could not be as honest and upright as Liu Huaizhang, let alone send him away like this.
His death told the world what it means to be an official, and at the same time, it also alerted the world to this chaotic world and the stupid king in the temple.
Those old clothes and a tael of silver were buried together.
Under the cover of the soil, it finally turned into a small hill.
For several days, the incense in front of the tomb never stopped, and there were all kinds of sacrifices in front of the tomb. There was a bowl of tea, many clean and tidy clothes, and even silver. However, the silver was just sitting there and no one took it. Pass.
Chen Changsheng went to Zhong Zhengyuan to borrow some money.
After borrowing the money, he made a pot of wine in the shop, and then went to Liu Huaizhang's tomb.
He poured all the wine in the gourd in front of the grave without taking a sip.
"Taste it."
Chen Changsheng said this and then said nothing else.
String String stood behind Chen Changsheng, looking at the various things placed in front of the tombstone, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
"gentlemen."
String String asked: "Master Liu should leave his name in history."
Chen Changsheng nodded and answered.
"Will do."
These three words Liu Huaizhang should be remembered by the world, and they will definitely leave a mark in the history books.
It's a pity that he didn't know whether his memorial was adopted in the end, but even so, he left this world contentedly.
His death was planned by him and arranged flawlessly.
He dealt with himself for a long time and finally reconciled.
…
Under the pressure from the Northern Territory, Emperor Jing finally accepted the opinions of the officials in the DPRK and moved to Jingnan.
The news quickly spread throughout Shangjing City, and countless people packed their bags and fled.
Chen Changsheng stood on top of the city.
He watched as the city in front of him went from bustling to an empty city in one day, leaving only the soldiers guarding it, waiting for the war to come.
This dynasty that has stood for hundreds of years will gradually come to an end in the flames of war.
The old swordsman put his hands behind his back, and the wind at the top of the city blew his messy hair. He sighed and said, "In the blink of an eye, the building will be empty."
"Planning to leave?" Chen Changsheng asked.
The old sword cultivator nodded and said: "This time I will go south, cross the sea with my sword, and see other places."
Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "It's a good thing to see more."
The old sword cultivator glanced at Chen Changsheng and said, "I should give you some advice. All the things in the world of mortals disturb people's emotions. You must not forget them for a long time. If fate disturbs your Taoist mind, how can you become an immortal and talk about Taoism."
After hearing this, Chen Changsheng paused for a moment and asked, "Isn't walking in the mortal world just for the sake of fate?"
He smiled and continued: "Chen always feels that everything depends on human effort, and there is no need to use the word fate as an excuse, but I feel a little dazed, and I feel that the word fate is really wonderful."
The old sword cultivator fell silent after hearing this.
He knew he couldn't persuade this person, so he didn't say anything more.
The old sword cultivator just felt a little pity. Among the monks he had met, he only felt that Chen Changsheng was the one who had recently reached the immortal path.
But in fact, he is the person farthest from the immortal way.
The old sword cultivator sighed and said: "The mountains are high and the roads are far away. I'm afraid we will only have chance to meet again in the future."
Chen Changsheng waved his hand slightly, urging him to leave.
The old swordsman said nothing more, nodded in agreement, then jumped off the tower and walked along the southern land. He didn't know where he would end up, but he had to walk on the road.
Shangjing City was completely empty.
Both the dull palace and the bustling Shangjing City were completely empty just overnight.
Chen Changsheng walked towards the palace.
The eunuch guarding the library is no longer here, but the books in the library have always remained here.
Chen Changsheng stepped towards the third floor of the library.
He found the volumes that recorded history, opened them and glanced at them.
It records all the history of Dajing from the beginning to the present, and there are a few books that seem to have just been organized and put here.
Chen Changsheng raised his hand and waved it over, only to see the history book swaying in the breeze.
Just turning it over will last countless springs and summers.
The words in the history book suddenly changed. The three characters Liu Huaizhang gradually appeared in the history book, and everything missing in the history book was filled in.
Where he was mentioned at the end, the year and month of his death were added.
But it's more than that.
At the end of the history book, there is another article.
As soon as I took a look, I saw the writing on it.
[In the thirty-first year of Tianshun, on the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, Emperor Jing moved to Jingnan, followed by hundreds of officials. He went to Beijing to spend a night in an empty city, and the signs of defeat had appeared. 】
[On June 11 of the same year, Jingbei was defeated, Beimo Beixiang went straight to Shangjing, and after breaking through Yangchun Pass, he entered the Dajing Palace. 】
[In the 32nd year of Tianshun, on September 28th, frost fell. Beixiang went south to pursue, and Anqing was burned down. Emperor Jing died in the fire, and the overall situation came to an end. 】
【Beixiang was all in its territory, and Dajing perished. 】
Chen Changsheng glanced at it, then closed the history book and put it back into the volume.
"Fire burns the grass and trees, the old and the new replace each other, and there will be a day of peace."
Chen Changsheng sighed and walked down the stairs.
This time, it was another big dream.
