Tonight.
For thousands of years, the Kong Sheng family, which had maintained their face and dignity for eternity, was trampled to the ground and crushed deeply into the soil.
The saint makes no mistakes, but the sin lies in the moment.
Taisun's words are very clear, and they are also the bottom line. Above this bottom line, there will be nothing wrong with anything you do.
Tang Keke's eyes were dark, staring at the people in the Kong family headed by Kong Gongjian.
In my ears, the explosion in the trench to the south was coming to an end.
Earthquakes continued between the sky and the earth, and accompanied by the night wind, the smell of gunpowder smoke emitted after burning and exploding gunpowder, mixed with the earthy smell that had only appeared for countless years, penetrated into people's nostrils.
Tang Keke has been studying since childhood and discerning the principles of the world, but now he has a completely different feeling. In front of you is the bloodline of saints, and the wealthy compound is a family of saints that has been passed down for thousands of years.
I lit a fire tonight, and even lit it in front of the saint's family. Quietly, something in Tang Keke's heart and past perceptions began to change slightly.
The people in the Kong Mansion, who were originally a little noisy, became silent amidst the flickering and roaring sounds of fires in the night, feeling the surge of soil under their feet.
That happened five miles away, but it was still so clear.
What if it happened in Confucius Mansion?
Everyone thought of this question tacitly in their minds.
At this moment, these descendants of the saint family, who had been glorious and noble for generations, finally felt the threat of blood and fire under their glory and nobleness.
Whether or not face can be saved is no longer important.
Saving one's life seems to be the most important thing and the top priority.
Kong Gongjian's chest heaved up and down, but he always felt out of breath, and his heart felt like a big stone had been pressed down on him.
No!
That's a big mountain.
Tang Keke also felt that there was a big mountain lying in front of him, but the foot of the mountain had been blown open by himself with gunpowder.
He doesn't need to imitate Yu Gong and waste hundreds of generations of descendants going to Yishan.
Because he has the most powerful gunpowder in the world and the most elite soldiers and horses in the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, Tang Keke looked at Kong Gongjian, who had not spoken for a long time, and said again: "How strong is our army?"
Swords kill people visibly, words bite people invisibly.
If he hadn't been the designated next successor of the Kong family, Kong Gongjian felt that he would probably vomit blood and faint for the sake of the last remaining dignity of the Kong family.
There is a strange sweetness in the throat.
Kong Gongjian understood that it was the smell of blood.
He cupped his hands, his face looked extremely pale and without any emotion: "The officers and soldiers are strong and majestic."
Kong Gongjian felt that when he said these words, there was resistance in his throat, and there were blazing fireworks.
Tang Keke hummed twice, with a smile on his face.
Kong Gongjian glanced at the trench that had just exploded in the south, his eyelids sank slightly, he waved his arms and bent down, with the utmost etiquette: "The army has worked hard, and I don't dare to disturb you, so let's go."
Tang Keke clasped his fists and raised them randomly.
This is a response to someone who is not willing to return the favor.
Kong Gongjian didn't say anything. He closed his mouth tightly and took two steps back before turning around. He shook his head silently under the gaze of those tribesmen with angry eyes. Then, while these tribesmen were unwilling to look around, he walked alone to the high gate of Kong's mansion. Go.
There is no way the Kong family can regain their face today, let alone how they can defeat the tens of thousands of officers and soldiers they have now.
As Kong Gongjian turned around and left, the people of the Kong family who stayed behind had no choice.
Originally, they dared to yell and scold, but after the roar, no one had the courage anymore.
In the end, all he could do was wave his robe silently to silently express his anger and dissatisfaction.
Tang Keke always remained calm and ignored, sitting back and watching the Kong family members rushing over, and then watching these people leave like zombies.
go.
Wait until the crowd is crowded under the high gate of Confucius Mansion.
Tang Keke then turned around, raised his arms, and said loudly: "Send an order to the west, follow the established military orders, and be sure to protect the saint's family before the traitors arrive."
In the darkness, under the tall door of the Kong Mansion, it seemed that the steps were too high, and there were inadvertently the muffled sounds of several people stepping on the air and falling to the ground.
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"Hahahahahaha..."
"Tonight... hahahahaha... when... haha... seriously..."
"Hahaha……"
A burst of bold laughter rang out from the Chinese army camp outside the Confucius Mansion, resounding through the dark night and startling a few wild birds scattered in the fields.
Tang Keke, who returned to the camp from outside the Confucius Mansion, was already laughing with tears in his eyes, but he was stunned and couldn't say a complete sentence.
The breath of laughter caused the candlelight between him and Zhang Zhiyuan to sway. The candlelight illuminated the two figures and kept swaying on the tent, dragging out long or short shadows. .
Zhang Zhiyuan frowned and poured a cup of warm tea soup for Tang Keke: "Drink some tea before we talk."
Tang Keke was laughing so much that her stomach hurt. She wiped the tears squeezed out of her eyes with one hand and held the tea cup with the other.
After the tears of laughter were wiped away, Tang Keke also held the tea cup to his mouth, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, then let out a long breath, his face full of happiness.
He put it on the teacup, clattered it, and said with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhang, you really should go take a look and see what kind of things this so-called family of saints who have been good for thousands of years are like.
This night is really unpleasant. Even when I was a kid, I had never been as happy as tonight when I was taking the test. "
Zhang Zhiyuan snorted: "As long as there are smart people in the Kong family, they will choose what they do tonight. More than ten thousand troops are right where they are sleeping. Do they really dare not to give in? But other than that, do you and I really have the ability to do this?" Attack this family with a knife?"
The voice of reason sounded in the big tent, and Tang Keke immediately suppressed all his smiles, and even raised his hands to rub his cheeks fiercely.
"But according to our plan, everything is going as expected."
Tang Keke suppressed his happy smile, his eyes flashed with maturity.
Zhang Zhiyuan nodded: "It's not bad. With you making such a fuss tonight, it's impossible for the Kong family to stand idly by no matter what. Unless, they really don't want to take away any face."
"Hmph!" Tang Keke snorted coldly, with a murderous look in his eyes: "If their family hadn't done so many unjust things, but they had a saint's memorial arch to protect them, why would we bother so much?"
"The saint is not wrong!" Zhang Zhiyuan stared at Tang Keke, reiterated what Zhu Yunxi ordered to send, and continued: "The rebellion in Shandong Road is different from that in Henan Road, but similar. The twenty-eighth year of the Ming Dynasty coincided with the founding of the People's Republic of China. In the early years, how could there be such a big rebellion? Have we really lost the support of the people? I don’t think so. These people are afraid and worried, and they feel that their interests have been damaged.”
Tang Keke sighed softly, probably because he had too much activity tonight. He just drank another cup of tea, and now there was a sound in his stomach.
Zhang Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "The Confucius Mansion occupies half of the land, and the people of half the Mansion work day and night, just for this one family. The imperial court implements reforms, and the people are divided into acres, how can the people of the Half Mansion still occupy half of the Mansion?"
As our army marched south, Shandong Daodu Si did not come out day and night, and the Yamen of the Third Sisi did not follow the sun. It was because they did not know the court's will, or they had instructions from other families.
A rebellion shocked both the government and the public. Where are the rebels now and in the past? "
"I think the rebellion in Shandong Road has something to do with the Kong family!" Tang Keke clapped his hands again angrily: "Previously, His Highness just visited the west and encountered an ambush when he arrived at Xuzhou Prefecture. It was found that it was the White Lotus Sect. What he did. But..."
Tang Keke paused and looked at Zhang Zhiyuan in front of him. After turning his eyes twice, he lowered his voice and whispered: "The truth found out is that the mastermind is named Kong, and everyone respectfully calls him Mr. Kong."
Even though he had already thought about it, Zhang Zhiyuan opened his mouth silently after receiving conclusive confirmation for the first time.
"If you put it this way, then this rebellion has been planned for a long time.
Or maybe they have already considered and planned things. "
Tang Keke nodded heavily: "It must be so. When they saw His Highness patrolling the west, they were afraid of finding out the true situation in the area, so they boldly planned to attack and kill His Highness.
Later, His Highness went to Henan Province to provide disaster relief and conduct an inventory of Henan Province. They began to panic, knowing that they were at the end of their rope.
So they planned the rebellions in Henan Province and Shandong Province, and the so-called people wrote to impeach and beg His Majesty to depose His Highness the Emperor Taisun. "
Zhang Zhiyuan felt even more disgusted with the family surrounded by the army at this moment.
He said even more firmly: "So, this time our plan must be implemented even more. Only by surrounding the Confucius Mansion, only by forcing them and making them lose face can we force them to take the initiative to recruit traitors.
As long as the rebels come and our army puts down the rebellion in Shandong Road, we will no longer have any reason to stay in Shandong Road. By then, their predicament will be solved. "
This is the real reason why Zhang Zhiyuan and Tang Keke decided to continue going south and led the army to Qufu.
Siege Confucius Mansion and spread fictitious military intelligence.
It was not to suppress the so-called Shandong Dao rebellion, but to force the Kong family to hand over the so-called traitors.
However, Tang Keke shook his head and said with a somewhat uncertain expression: "Just tonight, I think things may not be that simple."
Zhang Zhiyuan's eyebrows trembled: "Why? What did you see?"
"Kong Gongjian!" Tang Keke put his hands on the table and looked directly at Zhang Zhiyuan: "He is really smart. Even if I slapped him in the face again and again and trampled on the dignity of the Kong family under my feet, he never behaved excessively.
But the more he behaves like this, the more worried I become. Perhaps they will not, as we thought, take the initiative to summon or contact the rebels to come to Qufu and let us eliminate them for the sake of temporary face. "
"You mean, they have other methods?"
Zhang Zhiyuan was a little unsure at this time. After all, this is a family of saints that has been around for thousands of years.
He belongs to the Ming Dynasty, a family highly respected by all dynasties, and the only Yanshenggong in the world.
Nowadays, after the Ming Dynasty deposed the official position of the Prime Minister, the imperial court was run by six ministers. As the head of a family of saints, Yan Shenggong, although he did not live in the capital, naturally had a status as a disciple of scholars in the world.
This is the hidden identity of being the number one civil servant in the world.
How many people in the court have never been to Qufu, but still have a feeling of friendship for it in their hearts?
Zhang Zhiyuan didn't dare to think too much, he could only raise his eyes to look at the dark night outside the tent, and let out a soft sigh.
Tang Keke completely lost his previous good mood and whispered: "The Confucius Mansion is surrounded, and we can only do things five miles away. But they can do more things in the capital thousands of miles away. .”
As he spoke, Tang Keke folded his hands and faced Zhang Zhiyuan: "When the time comes, I'm afraid Brother Zhang will have to suffer from the imperial court."
Zhang Zhiyuan chuckled: "This department has been ordered to quell the rebellion in Shandong Province. The enemy situation abroad will change rapidly. Even if the court has accountability, it is our responsibility to file a memorial and defend ourselves afterwards. The most important task at the moment is to stop the rebellion in Shandong by any means necessary. !」
When Zhang Zhiyuan finished speaking, Tang Keke clapped his hands and stood up to pour him a cup of tea.
The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
Afterwards, they all raised their teacups and drank them all in one gulp.
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boom……
At noon, in the land of Qufu, there was a sudden roar in the wilderness, loud thunder, shaking of the earth's crust, sparks of carbide, and countless flying stones splashing into the distant fields.
It was now the time when the crops were ripe, and the people walked out of their homes one after another and went into the fields that had long been watered and dried to harvest the long-awaited crops.
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, the farmers and common people who bowed their heads in shock stood up and raised their heads worriedly, looking outside the Kong Mansion where there had been such a movement for half a month.
Seeing the same group of officers and soldiers, the same trenches, busy harvesting crops, and the common people who could put the rest into rice vats in their own granaries after paying rent, they lost their panic and curiosity and bowed their heads again. , harvesting the already heavy crops with deft hands and feet.
The Confucius Mansion, which occupies an extremely large area, has long been covered with yellow and gray spots on its tall white walls that were often refreshed in the past.
I don’t know if it was the gunpowder explosion or why.
Every time gunpowder was detonated in the trench five miles away, countless pieces of mud would splash and hit the white walls, or fall into the Kong Mansion.
Regarding this, the Confucius Mansion has changed from the shock and anger on the first night to a state of silence, where everything is happening day after day.
Even the servants who used to guard the door of the mansion no longer came out in the early days. There were also specks of soil on the closed door.
The trenches were dug deeper and deeper, but the rebellion on Shandong Road seemed to have really disappeared.
According to rumors, the traitor who wanted to come to Qufu to plunder the thousand-year-old saint's family was nowhere to be seen.
People from the Sansi Yamen of Shandong Province, as well as Yanzhou Prefecture and Qufu County, all came, seeming to want to persuade the army to make some changes. But after looking at the closed door of the Confucius Mansion, and Zhang Zhiyuan who always excused himself as being busy with military affairs and being busy with urgent matters, so he couldn't see him, he could only think of giving up lobbying.
On the other hand, each of the government offices was not far from the Chinese army camp, and a small camp was built in Qufu County. The county government officials protected the important figures of each government office, and they had to look at the Chinese army camp several times every day. Camp direction.
It seemed that he wanted to see when Zhang Zhiyuan, who was busy with military affairs all day long, would have time to see them.
No good news has ever reached Shandong Road in Yingtian City, and the rebellion that was originally disturbing seemed to have reached a deadlock.
And in Yingtian City, thousands of miles away.
The previous turmoil involving Emperor Lei Ting and Jin Yiwei's arrest of Xiao Ban Chaotang was about to subside, and the matter of Beijing inspection was officially put on the agenda.
His Highness King Qin, who had high hopes from the emperor and was trusted by the crown prince, was busy day and night with disdain.
The voices in the court became quieter and quieter, and everyone felt in danger.
No one wants to be sent to Jinyiweizhao Prison.
These days, anyone who passes by the Jinyiwei Yamen hears intuitively the moans and miserable screams of his former colleagues who were imprisoned in Zhao Prison.
only.
This peace will eventually be broken.
Another ten days.
During the imperial meeting in the imperial city, the emperor listened to the government at the royal gate outside Fengtian Hall, with the crown prince standing by his side.
On a summer morning, with dew and coldness, all officials in Beijing, regardless of their rank or rank, must enter the palace to attend the court.
Starting from the Thousand Steps Corridor, there are flowers and willows all the way, and all the animals you see are dressed and dressed. However, there is a clear distinction between civil and military forces.
The civil servants lined up and walked towards the palace in order, according to the color of their clothes and patches.
However, the military attachés lacked distinctions in rank and were in groups. If they were not in the palace, they would all be hanging around each other.
"Your Highness, are you going to continue your western tour this time, or are you going to return to the capital? If you are going back to the capital, when will you be back?"
The speaker was Zhang Yi, the Marquis of Heqing, and beside him were Chen Huan, the Marquis of Puding, Zhu Shou, the Marquis of Shunshang, He Rong, the Bo of Dongguan, Sang Jing, the Bo of Huixian, and others.
Several people did not speak, but looked at Du Du Tang Li, the commander-in-chief of the Chinese Army, who was walking in front, and Chang Sen, the commander of the Forbidden Army, who was walking side by side.
When Duke Kaiguo, Duke Cao, Duke Liang, Marquis Xiping and others led their troops out, these two were the leaders of the generals in the capital.
The generals were already very close to each other, unlike the civil servants who had to keep their distance.
The words behind him naturally reached the ears of Tang Li and Chang Sen who were walking at the front.
Tang Li turned his head slightly and looked sideways
Chang Sen, who leads the imperial army.
Chang Sen shook his head. Ever since his elder brother led the army south and took on the errand of the commander of the Forbidden Army, the Chang family has become increasingly low-key in Yingtian City.
You can't be too ostentatious in the limelight, especially now that your nephew has become the grandson of the Emperor of the Supervisory Kingdom and has the same authority as His Majesty.
He also looked sideways at Tang Li, the brother-in-law of the emperor's grandson.
All in all, the two families were originally nobles from the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and were originally in-laws of the royal family. Now they are even closer.
Tang Li also shook his head, how could he know what Chang Sen didn't know.
Dongguan Bo He Rong saw that the two people in front of him were silent, so he raised his voice and said: "The rebellion in Henan Road has been put down, but the rebellion in Shandong Road has not been put down yet. When will that happen? I heard that Zhang Zhiyuan is a famous man under King Yan. How can you, the little murderer, go south from the Great Wall to Shandong Road and not be able to kill anymore?"
It looked like he was complaining about disgust, but no one laughed in agreement. Instead, they looked at the group of civil servants on the other side with dark eyes and neat movements.
"There was no God of Killing in the Ming Dynasty, only generals and soldiers loyal to His Majesty."
He Tang Li walked in front, and Chang Sen, the commander of the imperial army who had never spoken, finally turned around and said something.
He Rong immediately lowered his head and smiled.
Around him, the remaining people also smiled and even laughed softly.
From time to time, he looked at the group of civil servants opposite, and his eyes became more and more profound and expectant.
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