In the 26th year of Hongxiu, Fengqing, Shengjing City.

If you have to choose the most glorious figure in Kyoto this year's Great Zhou Dynasty, it must be Liang Dongyuan.

As the first civilian commoner to sue a senior official of the Ministry of Rites within the Political Consultative Department, Liang Dongyuan completely opened up the fig leaf that was carefully hidden in the dark for many years in the case of fraud in the imperial examination.

Correspondingly, the power of student fortune that had been silent for a long time has risen again. One by one, led by students, the theme is Qing government, and the anti-corruption parade broke out in Kyoto. The most important leader was Liang Dongyuan, who returned from the Great Win of the Political Affairs Office.

At the beginning, the royalists in the imperial court had different orders intended to make things worse and turn the people's attention back to governance and people's livelihood. However, soon, with the collective joint letter from the Censor Qingliu, he asked Renzong to reform the whole and increase the supervision of civil and military officials and various ranks of officials and various yamen in the Political Consultative Department. In addition to discussing the regime, he should also exercise some supervision power.

As soon as this topic was released, it received strong support from the student movement. On the night before the Fengqing Festival, Liang Dongyuan was invited to give a speech at the Imperial College. More than a thousand students in the audience listened to each other, and everyone had a strange expression of excitement and calmness on their faces.

At the beginning of the speech, Liang Dongyuan briefly talked about the entire process of going to Beijing to take the exam last year, and told the process of exposing the corruption case. He had already said these words hundreds of times on different occasions, so there was no need to recall them at all. He just repeated them mechanically, and his expression and tone were perfectly performed with the beginning and end of the incident.

Even in this process, Liang Dongyuan even leisurely observed the audience in the audience, looking at different but also fanatical faces. After time, some emotions that had never been seen before, similar to the passion of performance or the desire to be paid attention to.

A person, with his mouth, speaks generously on the stage. No matter what you say, everyone below will listen and believe it. Some people are even willing to regard the wonderful sentences you just blurted out the moment before as dogma and belief. At least at that moment, Liang Dongyuan knew that half of the men in the audience were willing to sacrifice their heads and shed their blood on the vision. Among the female students, there must be a few who love him and are willing to recommend themselves to the pillow.

In fact, such a thing has not happened before. Thinking of the young and beautiful poor female student three days ago, Liang Dongyuan felt that there was a sense of hot and toughness everywhere in his body.

Perhaps Liang Dongyuan has not realized that everything he has now is called power.

Finally, at the climax of the speech, when Liang Dongyuan shouted loudly at the slogan he had shouted countless times in the past few months, "The Great Zhou is the Great Zhou of the Royal Family, and the Great Zhou of everyone." The atmosphere in the audience was completely boiling, and every young student followed the people on the stage and shouted over and over again. At this moment, in the hearts of more than a thousand people, they are the masters of the country.

After the speech, there was a parade. Liang Dongyuan took the students of the Imperial College to strode out, like soldiers on the expedition, and stood proudly across the Tianjin Bridge, and came to the etiquette department. He cursed and criticized him loudly. The neat slogans resounded throughout the sky. Even the Jinwu Guard, who was on duty in the distant imperial city, could vaguely hear the general meaning.

The officials in the yamen naturally dare not respond, and they dare not send people to drive them away. At this sensitive moment, if anyone who gets into trouble with the student movement and ends up assaulting a student, it would be strange if he is not criticized by literati and poets for generations.

Maybe it was because the other party did not respond, or the outside of the capital was cold in winter. After the students shouted and scolded at the door for an hour, they became more and more anxious. From the beginning, they gradually became dirty words. In the end, they even threw a lot of stones into the gate of the government office. Then they evacuated with satisfaction, just like a victory returning army, but the target of the attack was its own court.

The planned event was originally about to end here today, but perhaps the passion and excitement just now had not completely subsided, and perhaps the young people just like to gather together lively. So, in order to celebrate the victory of today's parade, some students decided to go to Jufulou to eat mutton hotpot to celebrate today's triumphant. What excited everyone even more was that their spiritual leader Liang Dongyuan also announced that they would join in and directly booked the entire building to celebrate the students' merits, and everyone cheered.

Of course, no one would have thought, how could an ordinary scholar from a Northwest merchant family have a wallet to go to the most popular hotpot building in Kyoto for the whole night? Whose money does he use?

At the party that night, many students were drunk too much, some were clamoring for corruption and unfairness in the court, some were crying and begging Liang Dongyuan to enter the court to become an official, saving the people, and some female students expressed their love to Qi in a tactful manner.

Liang Dongyuan also drank too much, holding a wine glass in one hand, passionately criticizing current affairs, talking about the student movement ideas learned from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and no matter when the other hand started, he kept hugging a female student's slender waist, occasionally moving up and down.

That night, he forgot his original intention of coming to the capital, and he was unwilling to think of the sage etiquette he had learned in books.

That night, he had never been so enthusiastic and sober.

After drinking and eating, Liang Dongyuan said goodbye to everyone, walked swaying towards the carriage prepared for him by the Prime Minister's Mansion, imagining his bright future and a prosperous official career.

Maybe I can become the next Pei Xiang, Liang Dongyuan thought so in his heart.

No! He felt even more excited when he thought about the ultimate pursuit of the student movement and the imperial power and the elected people.

Maybe, can I go further?

However, all thoughts were interrupted with a tick.

A ticking sound can be the sound of spring rain falling on the crabapple leaves.

It could be the top scholar Hong, whom Taohuaniang had collected for three years, fell in the cup.

It can also be that the mutton soup from Jufulou just fell back into the pot.

But the ticking of this life sounded from Liang Dongyuan's own feet, and it was the sound of blood touching the bluestone slab.

Liang Dongyuan turned around with difficulty, with a familiar face in front of him.

In the Prime Minister's Mansion, the inconspicuous old coachman held a black dagger in his hand. The tip of the dagger was inserted into Liang Dongyuan's two spines!

The paralysis effect of alcohol gradually disappeared, and the pain came into my mind like a tsunami. Liang Dongyuan wanted to scream loudly, but the old man covered his mouth heavily.

"I'm really sorry," the old man said apologetically, "Pei Xiang said that only dead people can become real sages. Student fortune requires a saint and blood, so that students can start a real struggle with the people."

Liang Dongyuan's eyes gradually dissipated, and those beautiful and colorful ideals began to fade in front of him, and eventually returned to silence with his heartbeat.

In the 26th year of Hong Xiu, in Fengqing, the leader of the student movement, Liang Dongyuan, was sinisterly assassinated after a grand parade.
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