One day, he had just delivered a new stack of lists. Because this list included his soldiers who died in battle, he stayed a little longer to calculate the positions of the tablets according to the carving progress of the craftsmen. After he roughly estimated the position, thinking that there was nothing to do in front of the emperor, he started chatting with an old craftsman who had just changed shifts.

After a chat, I learned that the craftsman was from Xihe Road. He had three sons and five grandsons. His eldest son and two grandsons died in the service of the king at an early age. During the Battle of Yaoshan, his second son was sent to be a laborer, his third son followed Liu Bei as the governor, and he became a craftsman accompanying the army. Only his old wife and several daughters-in-law were left at home to take care of his three young grandsons.

The craftsman was old and had poor eyesight. He could not see the fine armor on the soldier's body, nor did he recognize his identity. He just felt that the Linzhou accent he deliberately brought to his voice was somewhat familiar, so he thought that he was also a young man from the Western Army who came to pay tribute to his comrades nearby. He talked to him for a long time, telling him about the ferocity of the Jin people in previous years, his concern for his elderly wife and young grandchildren at home, and finally asked him to find out the whereabouts of his third son. There was a rumor that Liu Jinglie's army was defeated, and he was worried day and night about his third son.

He knew that the remnants of Liu Xi's Xihe Road troops were currently resting nearby. If there was still no news at this moment, the old craftsman's son would most likely be in danger. However, looking at the other party's expectant eyes, he was embarrassed for a moment and couldn't think of how to start the conversation.

The old craftsman listened to him without any movement for a long while, narrowed his eyes to see his expression, then sighed and forced an ugly smile at him, "Young man, I have asked a lot of people recently, and I probably know what's going on in my heart, so you don't have to bother making up stories to fool me. My son, if my son is really gone, then I will carve these tablets carefully every day, just like carving my son. I want to tell him that it is the name written by the official himself, and the official has not forgotten him."

His heart was shaken, and he looked up at the tablets around the courtyard. He vaguely remembered his grandfather and father, whose names were written on their own and buried with their souls. He was distracted for a moment, and only heard the craftsman muttering to himself behind the Hou Dan statue, "We couldn't win in previous years, but we won as soon as the government came. My son, don't worry, this time, it was the True Dragon Emperor who led us to repel the Jin people. I heard from the scholar in the army that we will have peaceful years in the future..."

He couldn't bear to listen any more, so he made an excuse that he would miss the time to return to the camp, clasped his fists randomly, and turned to leave the temple. But as soon as he left the temple, he found that the man was standing outside silently, and he didn't know how long he had been listening outside the temple.

He quickly apologized, but the man waved his hand casually and asked him to stand up. He looked at him for a long time without saying anything, and finally said, "Zhengfu, this temple is dedicated to the gods of those who died in the battle of Yaoshan this time. As for those who died for the country since the Jingkang period, such as Li Ruoshui, your father and grandfather, and the countless people who sacrificed their lives - I have long intended to hold a grand ceremony in Tokyo in the future."

His heart ached, and he bowed down, but he felt relieved, knowing that the man had guessed what he had thought before. This time, Lou Shi surrendered, and if his grandfather was still alive, he could rest in peace. And the battle of Yaoshan turned the attack and defense into a stalemate. Just as the craftsman said, in the future, this land that his father and grandfather had guarded would have a peaceful year.

His bow was sincere.

"30 taels of Qianghuo! 30 taels of Duhuo!"

The two main herbs can dispel wind and cold, strengthen the body and eliminate evil.

In Bianliang for several years, he looked at the gradually densely populated Dongjing City, thought about the newly recovered Han Dynasty land of Xingqing Prefecture, led the Imperial City Department to confiscate property and arrest people without scruples, dared to look directly into the eyes of the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan when attending court, and believed that he was not at all unworthy of the Zhao family's country. Only once in the fifth year of Jianyan, he lowered his head and was particularly respectful in front of the newly returned Queen Mother from Baima Ferry, allowing a trace of pity as thin as morning mist to pass through his heart, but he couldn't help but laugh at his hypocrisy.

Because in the final analysis, he didn't care whether the person standing before him and holding hands with him was the honorable empress dowager or his earnest mother.

And so was that man.

When the other party had instructed him to go and welcome the Queen Mother first, his tone was frank and his expression was calm, and there was no trace of self-awareness or guilt in his voice, of a demon that had taken over someone else's body.

When he returned in the afternoon, he dismissed everyone and explained the empress dowager's makeup and clothes one by one. Finally, his selfish desire, which should have been left in the dark, prevailed. He looked up at the other party, wanting to confirm whether his accomplice was ready for the upcoming test.

The man looked back, his expression normal, and as usual, he said to Yang Yizhong in a gentle voice, "Thank you for your hard work," and then waved his hand to let him leave. Under the daylight of the hall, the man and the red robe and gold belt almost blended into one, as if he was a natural emperor.

But the next day, before Baima Ferry, the other party drew a sharp blade from his waist, cut off the emperor's robe, and made a shocking declaration, vowing to be irreconcilable with the prosperity of the old Song Dynasty. However, his passionate words showed his concern for the billions of people in the two rivers, and he was so undignified that he did not seem like an official who should rule the world together with the literati.

The abducted noble lady of the royal family was innocent, and that person did not care. The blood relative of this body, the Queen Mother, had just returned, and that person did not give face. From Zhang Rong of Liangshanpo being included in the list of orphans to the maid in Dongjing City becoming the case of the prime minister and him, facts again and again have long proved that the other party's focus is very different from that of the world. Since the autumn of the first year of Jianyan, Yang Yizhong has thrown some of the words of the sages behind his mind, and since the original school has been passed down, he even began to doubt whether any of the Confucian sages of the past dynasties have really comprehended the great way. But when that person was offering sacrifices at Yuetai, Yang Yizhong looked at the countless nameless and named tablets, and recalled the patio in the Yaoshan Temple.

Heaven hears as the people hear, Heaven sees as the people see.

The saints are born knowing, so they know whether the one under the twelve crowns is a demon or...

But after all, there are no saints in the world, and Lu Gongxiang doesn't seem to want to become a saint right away - even if he becomes a saint, he may not know more than Yang Yizhong. That person will bleed when he cuts his finger, and needs food when he is hungry, so he should be constrained by the laws of the world.

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