Chapter 215: Chunlong Rebellion
The things in the cloth bag were indeed sent by Lu Jingyao.
To be more precise, it should have been sent by Lu Jingyao and Qiu Yun together.
A white cotton robe that looks warm and a letter.
Under normal circumstances, the cotton-padded jacket must have been sewn by Qiuyun, and the letter was of course written by Lu Jingyao.
But this time it was the other way around.
After several months, Lu Jingyao, who had been spoiled since childhood, finally learned how to sew clothes. Qiuyun, who originally could not read, also learned several hundred words, among which she wrote the three words "Wei Changtian" best.
[Sir, I hope you are doing well. I am in good health as usual. Please don’t worry about me.]
He is very elegant and you can tell at first glance that he is a good student taught by Lu Jingyao.
The letter was very short. Wei Changtian read it over several times, then raised his white robe and gestured at it. A hint of helplessness mixed with a smile appeared at the corners of his slightly twitched mouth.
Judging from the color, it does look a bit like a shroud.
Except for people like Yan Shuyuan who prides himself on his romanticism by "holding a glass of wine in his left hand and dancing with a sword in his right hand", most warriors rarely wear light-colored clothes.
Especially this kind of white robe which is very easy to get dusty is usually only worn by scholars.
It seems that he is still thinking about giving up martial arts and pursuing literature. Mr. Zhou Shuren, a great proletarian writer, thinker, critic and author, once said that studying medicine cannot save the Chinese people.
However, Wei Changtian did not have the awareness of Lu Xun who "abandoned medicine and turned to literature" to save the common people.
Or maybe it could be said that the people of this world don't need to be saved by themselves at all.
All he has to do is save himself ."
The moon is high in the sky and the evening breeze is peaceful and quiet.
Before he knew it, Wei Changtian had been sitting on the chair for a long time, and most of the osmanthus cake in the food box beside him was gone.
In the last calm before the storm, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know from when his mood changed from being highly depressed and tense to being somewhat free and easy.
Enjoyed the extravagant life of the "rich second generation" and "official second generation".
I have experienced all kinds of magical powers that I had only seen in online articles before.
I even rode past those ancient costume internet celebrities in my previous life who were not as good as real courtesans even with level 18 beauty filters. No matter what happens in the future, this journey of time travel is already worth it.
Like Lu Xun's enlightenment, he used his pen as a sword and wrote about his responsibility for the righteousness of the world.
Like the ambition of an emperor, he uses a knife as a pen and carves his surname on the jade seal of his country.
Although Wei Changtian didn't want to, it was difficult for him to change the name of the Daning Kingdom.
But since things have come to this point, I will use my thousands of long swords as the blade, blood as ink, and the rivers and lakes as paper to write my own story. The story of a time traveler who was originally mediocre and worked 996 all day to make a living, but was forced to set off a huge wave of history in this world.
"The vast ocean laughs, and the tide surges on both sides~"
"Floating and sinking with the waves, just remember today~"
"The sky laughs, and the world is in turmoil~"
"God knows who will win and who will lose."
“.”
A somewhat tone-deaf singing voice suddenly floated out from the house.
It floated across the hair of Yuan'er who was dozing off outside the house, floated across the skirts of Xu Qingwan and the other two girls who were discussing in the side room how to share Wei Changtian's worries, floated across Li Suyue's slightly bulging belly and the happy smile on Zhang San's face, and floated across the cold light of the weapons hidden at the waists of the Freemason gang members guarding the entrance of Fulu Lane.
Finally, it floated past the silvery crescent moon overlooking the mountains and rivers of the world, carrying a hint of osmanthus fragrance and unspeakable grandeur, and floated towards an unknown distance.
On the tenth day of the second month, Li Mansion, west of Shuzhou City.
Baihua Lane was considered a wide lane as it could accommodate three carriages passing side by side. However, at this moment the lane was empty. Apart from a man in a white robe who was walking casually, there was not even a single person in the lane.
Although there was no one in the alley, behind the vermilion gate of the Li Mansion was a large group of servants holding various weapons.
"Master."
A man swallowed tremblingly and reported to the man next to him in a low voice: "The man who came is indeed Wei Changtian."
"What are you panicking about?!"
The man let out a low shout, but his pale face clearly showed his current state - fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.
"He came here alone?!"
“Yes, yes.”
The man with the knife pushed through the crowd, took another look through the crack in the door, and quickly answered truthfully: "I only saw him."
"one person"
The man seemed to be quietly relieved, but he still didn't dare to slack off. He asked in a deep voice, "How is the matter I just asked you to do going?"
"Madam and several young masters have already escaped from the tunnel."
The big man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly advised: "Master, let's hurry up too"
“Boom boom boom!”
The sound of the copper ring knocking on the door was very close, not loud, but it frightened the man so much that he immediately shut his mouth.
"I, I am not receiving guests today!"
Following the man's gaze, a doorman trembled and shouted outside the door:
"Please go back first, and come back another day!"
“.”
The stuttering shout was somewhat amusing, but no one was laughing at the moment.
Nearly a hundred men holding weapons held their breath and waited for a while before they heard a somewhat lazy voice.
"Master Li, did your wife and children get lost just now?"
"I am Wei Changtian. I happened to find them and am sending them back to you."
"Oh, I want to ask Master Li by the way."
"What do you, the whole family, want to do?"
“.”
"Open, open the door! Open the door quickly!!"
“.”
An hour later.
Wei Changtian walked out of Li's Mansion calmly, his white robe still spotless.
Zhang San, who was guarding the door, immediately stepped forward, opened a booklet, and circled the words "Zhenbaozhai, Li Dong".
"Sir, next up is the Shuzhou Prefecture's chancellor, Feng Wenshan, sir."
"Um."
Wei Changtian nodded and stepped onto the carriage, as if he was going to do something very ordinary and casually said:
"Let's go."
At the same time Wei Changtian left Li's Mansion, thousands of miles away in the capital, Cen Peishan, the Minister of Guanglu Temple and an important figure of the Liu faction, was murdered by his subordinates and died tragically in the Guanglu Temple. He became the first official of the third rank or above to die a violent death this year, but he will definitely not be the last.
That night, the Ministry of Justice and the Censorate led people into the Xuan Jing Si and forcibly took away two Tongzhi, who was equivalent to the second-in-command, and three Zhenfu, who were of the fourth rank.
The Xuan Jing Division did not resist the law violently, but less than a quarter of an hour later, the gates of the Demon Suppression Prison, which held hundreds of monsters, suddenly opened, and all the monsters escaped, leaving the entire capital city awake all night.
The next day, February 11th.
At the morning court session, Wei Xianzhi angrily accused the Ministry of Justice of having a demon spy who not only arrested people for no reason, but also took advantage of the chaos to secretly release the detained demon beasts, completely shirking the responsibility for this major accident.
There was an immediate uproar in the court, but what Cai Sheng, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, said afterwards made the already chaotic situation even worse.
"Your Majesty! The Xu family is going to rebel!"
“.”
In the afternoon of that day, the Hualing Guards, which had been incorporated into the Censorate, rushed into the Xu family mansion. However, the huge mansion, which was bustling with people in the morning, was now deserted.
At the same time, all of the Xu family's businesses in the capital were closed to customers. At one point, half of the shops on the street were closed, and prices in the city rose by 30% in one day.
February 12.
At dawn, a freshly-promulgated edict was posted on the streets, confirming the Xu family's guilt of treason. The charges, which were nearly a hundred pages long, filled an entire wall.
Within a day, more than a dozen officials in Beijing, both high and low, had their official hats taken off them, and some even had their heads chopped off on the spot.
But more Xu faction officials have long disappeared.
Five days later.
The flames of the Liu-Wei dispute have spread from the capital to all parts of Daning, and the various prefectures have also begun to purge Xu's followers.
Only Jizhou, the base of the Xu family, and Shuzhou, far in the southwest, remained unmoved.
February 19th.
At noon, more than ten thousand guards rushed out of the imperial palace and headed straight for Jizhou.
At the hour of Hai, nearly a thousand men in black appeared from nowhere and rushed into the palace. The sound of fighting continued all night long, and the smell of blood could be smelled for ten miles away.
February 20th.
The morning court session, which was originally supposed to start at five o'clock in the morning, was delayed for an hour, and Ning Yongnian only slowly appeared at noon.
Although there was nothing unusual on the outside, the pale face of the emperor showed how serious the assassination attempt last night was.
Openly rebel and assassinate the emperor.
This kind of thing has not happened in Daning for nearly a thousand years.
Once the news spread, the whole world was shocked and people were in panic.
February twenty-first.
The eight prohibitions were issued from the imperial palace and delivered to the remaining thirty-five states except Jizhou on the same day.
1. All cities with more than 100,000 households will be under curfew from now on 2. All non-border troops will prepare military supplies and be ready to be dispatched at any time. 3. All Xu family properties will be forcibly taken back by the royal family. Those who do not comply will be regarded as treason and their entire family will be punished 4. The right to recommend, appoint, remove, promote, and transfer officials above the seventh rank will be concentrated in the Ministry of Personnel, and the local prefectures will be temporarily exempted from the authority to dispatch personnel 8. All the descendants of the Xu family in the capital who can be traced according to the family tree will be executed regardless of whether they are legitimate heirs.
There is no doubt that Ning Yongnian wants to exterminate the Xu family for generations.
Since then, Daning, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, finally fell into chaos in the early spring of the fifteenth year of Tianji.
The historians of later dynasties traced the source of this chaos back to the Spring Dragon Poetry Meeting, and thus named this chaos -
Chunlong Rebellion.
(End of this chapter)
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