Chapter 251: Death is for you

At the beginning of July, Hangzhou was broken, and the world was in chaos. Everyone was busy running for life and finding a way out. "》牌有版 .com At that time, the sea boats at Qiantang River Wharf in the south of Hangzhou were the easiest and safest routes to escape. Ning Yi had made the idea there at the beginning, but it was not the only choice. What's more, everyone originally thought that Wude Camp was an elite army, and Ning Yi also had confidence in the ability to defend Hangzhou, but he did not expect it to break so quickly later.

I also heard about some things on my way to escape after breaking the city, including Qian Xiwen who escaped by boat as soon as possible. In Ning Yi's eyes, Confucian scholars were either rigid and monotonous, hard to carve, or were cunning and slick, playing with their minds. In short, they had no good feelings. When the city was broken, the other party escaped at the first time was not surprising, but they just listened and didn't take it to heart.

But in fact, after breaking the city, the old man did not really leave with the ship. It is said that after sending some potential juniors from the Qian family on board, he took a few old servants and secretly got off the ship. From beginning to end, even though there were teams of breakthroughs, he did not leave Hangzhou with anyone.

After seeing off some of the people who could be sent away, the old man gathered some loyal servants, relatives, and some soldiers and generals who had no time to escape and resisted near the Qian family's old house. There were not many people, but it was said that the resistance was very strong. He fought hard for about one night. Later, Guo Shiguang led his troops to flatten the place, captured the old man, and locked him up until now.

After Ning Yi was arrested, he naturally did not pay attention to the problem of the Qian family. However, in the recent days, some students wanted to kill him, and some students wanted to protect him, which made it almost split. The relationship between the students who wanted to protect him was naturally better. Someone probably told him about the beheading here, and he then realized that Qian Xiwen had not left. He greeted A Chang this morning and said he wanted to come and see him, so the other party agreed and came over.

The Badao Camp did not take strict supervision of him on the surface. In Ning Yi's opinion, he also wanted him to come out and see it himself. After the city was broken, how miserable the situation in the city was, and how miserable the consequences of not surrendering were. Let him take the initiative to look at it, which is also a kind of psychological warfare.

Ning Yi was naturally willing to go out for a walk, mainly because he could seek opportunities to escape. But at that time he understood that his body had not healed, and he took Xiaochan with him. After the other party experienced the Taiping Lane and Huzhou, he could not find too many opportunities. Since he could not take risks, why make it easy for the other party to see through him? He simply stayed near the academy to rest. This time he spoke, and the other party was a little happy. He came to visit the prison and let him see the beheading. It was the best thing.

"I have heard of Qian Xiwen you mentioned. I heard that he is very knowledgeable. He is not a fool. He is very powerful and does not leave on purpose. When we caught him, we did not commit suicide. (《》.com.) Some people in his family were also arrested and asked him to surrender... You know, there are many messy things. One of them heard that he was his own son, and his hands were cut off in front of him. He didn't blink... Anyway, their family will be killed today. You have an old relationship with him, so it would be better if you can convince him to survive... But I think it's hard."

Among the two people who followed Ning Yi, A Chang was relatively serious, while A Ming was a little frivolous, but when he talked about Qian Xiwen, he was a little impressed.

Xiaochan was left outside. After passing the long prison aisle, many people were crying, and some of the Qian family members who had not escaped were mostly sentenced. One or two Ning Yi even had an impression that when Ning Yi first visited the Qian Mansion, he encountered a young man who had run into a coral pen stolen Qian Xiwen. Ning Yi did not remember the other party's name. The young man broke one leg and fell in the cell, and there was no breath.

Ning Yi was still thinking, and after walking several meters, a voice suddenly came from behind: "My name is Qian Weiliang!" He frowned and turned around, and it was the young man who called for help or other content in the cell at this time. The young man said his name, but he had nothing else to say. Not long after, he heard several people say his name: "My name is Qian Weiqi." "My name is Qian Haiting." The man named Qian Haiting was a middle-aged man with lost hands.

Then he heard a prison guard say, "Damn, everyone says it once every time they come..."

When he entered the cell that was closest to the inside, Ning Yi saw Qian Xiwen. The old man seemed to have not been abused. Except for the skin on his forehead that had been rubbed into blood scabs, the rest of the area seemed to have not been injured. At this time, his clothes were neat and he was tidying up his clothes with a basin of water. The light in the cell was not strong. He narrowed his eyes for a while before he could see Ning Yi clearly.

The prison guard opened the door of the cell at Ah Ming's urging. After Ning Yi entered, several people left. The old man tidied up his hair and looked at Ning Yi a few times: "You... were caught."

Ning Yi nodded.

"I voted for them?" Qian Xiwen looked at him and nodded, "Well, the current affairs are heroes. You are a pragmatic person, so you can leave your life... okay."

"I don't know if it's considered to be a vote for them now. I heard that Mr. Qian left on the boat as soon as possible. Yesterday I heard that you stayed, so I want to come and have a look."

Qian Xiwen's eyes seemed a little confused: "Oh, what's going on?"

"I..." Ning Yi thought for a while, and finally shook his head, "I...hehe, Qian Haiping and the others have escaped. Now they should have arrived in Huzhou. There are a few people I know, they are... I think you may want to hear about this, they have survived. ("《》.com)"

"Oh." The old man smiled slightly, "There are people who have come to persuade me these days, and I have used all my thoughts. You are the last one, and this news is very good. How are you now?"

"I don't know either, but I'm not trying to persuade you, I just look at you." Ning Yi nodded.

"Let me listen, it's okay." The old man smiled. "Fang La and others broke Hangzhou shortly, and they were in urgent need of employment. It's not difficult to stand out. I have been living in this world for decades, and I have some experience in this. If Ning Heng has any difficulties in his current situation, I might as well listen. Maybe I can help me give you some advice."

His words were sincere and harmonious. It seemed that he thought that Ning Yi had defected to Fang La, but instead wanted to help Ning Yi give some advice on saving his life or getting promoted. Ning Yi looked at the old man for a while, and then said: "What have you experienced recently, do you want to hear?"

"Tell me, tell me..."

"Haha, Qian Haiping, Tang Xiuxuan, Mr. Tang, Chen Xingdu and others, after breaking the city that day..."

Ning Yi's original purpose was naturally not to tell a story, but at this point, he felt that it would be okay to say it. After he said this, Qian Xiwen realized that things were different. The old man listened to the whole story of the escape team heading north and then falling into danger, his eyes changed a little. After hearing Ning Yi set up a plan, he finally encouraged the morale of Wude Camp to kill the three generals of the opponent. Finally, he patted his thighs and said slowly: "Okay." Then he didn't say anything again, and kept listening to Ning Yi talking about the whole thing, and nodded again: "Okay." This time, the eyes that looked at Ning Yi were finally completely different, which was completely different from the tolerance gaze that he thought Ning Yi was rebellious but understandable.

"Only, only extraordinary people can do extraordinary things... OK, Qin Xiang values ​​you, you have no mistakes. You have to leave a useful body and wait for the future... Fang La's army will not occupy the general trend, and it may stop when it arrives in Hangzhou. It will not last long. You want to live, you have to live..."

He murmured this, and Ning Yi looked at him: "I have heard of some stories about the pedantic scribes' rituals' rituals in some stories. Some people sound great, while others seem not so necessary. Mr. Qian, if Hangzhou city is broken and you can't escape, I can understand you. I just don't understand why you have to come back after leaving. You are a pragmatic person who understands the way of governing the country. If you leave, the help will be greater."

Qian Xiwen looked up at him: "Liheng...can't agree?"

Ning Yi took a breath: "Those people outside are not worth it."

Qian Xiwen also obviously paused at this time. After a while, he nodded and said, "Yes... they are all good kids, what a pity..."

"I..." Ning Yi was about to speak, but Qian Xiwen suddenly looked up again: "Liheng thinks, what is the most important thing for us literati?"

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I don't want to lie to you. Everyone has their own opinions. Literature has what they should do, but if you want to say what they should do, I'm afraid no one can explain clearly. Moreover... I'm not a literati."

Hearing his answer, Qian Xiwen laughed: "Yes, so you can do extraordinary things and...reversal the situation in Huzhou in one fell swoop." Speaking of this, the old man seemed a little excited, "But... I have been studying Confucianism for decades and came to a conclusion that the most important thing for us Confucians is to... defend the way."

Ning Yi frowned, and Qian Xiwen smiled for a while: "Since we met Liheng, we have never talked about it, but I already know what kind of person Liheng is in the past few months. Liheng must have heard of some things from me, the original autumn poetry meeting, this time the Liheng poetry meeting, including various official exchanges and power techniques, Liheng said just now that I am a pragmatic person, yes, pragmatic..."

He sighed, and seemed to be quite emotional at the word: "But, Liheng, think about it, if it weren't for the current officialdom, if not for the current army, if not for everyone, if not for the smart and pragmatic way. When they fought, they felt that things were impossible, and everyone turned around and ran away, how could Hangzhou fall so quickly? If we were talking about the words of sages all day long, saying that a real man should be loyal to his righteousness and death, and when the city was broken, no one was willing to do something stupid, who would be willing to believe the words of sages?"

"When talking about patriotism and death, death is coming, but no one is willing to go. Isn't that Confucianism become something invisible and intangible? Liheng, this may be a bit too pragmatic, but our Confucians should die a few people and die a few every year... People with names die under the butcher's knife, die in the Golden Palace, and die in front of these millions of people. Only in this way can we remind the world that this Confucianism is true. Only when we die for unfair things can we continue our unique knowledge as past saints. I die in this Hangzhou City, and I also want to remind everyone that some people have resisted, so as not to find a name that can be said when they want to talk about it, and when they are passionate, they cannot find a name that can be said..."

He was a little excited, his arms trembled, and he groped and put on his hat: "I'm old, I'm just dead. Liheng, you shouldn't die yet, nor should the children outside die, but there is no other way. Among them, I have taught them to believe in these things, so it's... dead.

A slight light shone in through the gap, and dust floated in the air. When the old man said this, he smiled slightly: "So it may not sound good to say this, but the so-called defense is actually... in the right time, death will be for you. A lot of death has died. Because I became more famous, I have surrendered to others, which has caused the children to suffer for a few more days... and are tired of false reputation..."

Ning Yi was slightly silent. He was respectful and disdainful of Confucianism. What he respected was nothing more than a huge and self-consistent ruling system created by this system named Confucianism based on the rules of the world, and a dense art of ruling like a spider web. What he disdained was that most Confucian scholars were stupid in their reading, and could not think of anything or thought of everything. But the old man in front of him really made the word Confucianism look a bit great.

I am practical and practical on weekdays, and at the right time... I will show you it.

Just like many Confucian scholars who died when they touched a pillar in front of the palace, just like Wen Tianxiang's clan and the sea of ​​the clans in the later generations, Fang Xiaoru was beheaded in half and scolded Zhu Di more. In the eyes of later generations, many people may seem a little stupid, thinking that they have not done anything, but if they regard Confucianism as a cause, these talents really did things, and they are truly continuing their unique knowledge for the past sages. If they say it, it is really "death to others to see."

Ning Yi didn't do this, but it was hard not to admire him. He thought about it. He had been killing outside for a few days. After all, he was afraid that many people would die like this. He remembered the few people who called their names when they came in and asked, "When I came in just now... there were a few people talking about their names, and they... "

The old man laughed: "They just want people to remember that there are a few people like this, so they will show you... they are all good kids, they just shouted, and they just didn't shout..."

He thought about it and patted Ning Yi on the shoulder: "If you can live, you should live. You have to live to do things. You are still young, don't think too much. In the future, you will regard this as a story and tell others..."

The old man then did not talk about Confucianism, but remembered the safety of Su Tan'er and the Su family. He asked, and then he seemed to be talking about some names and asked if there were any of these people in the escape team. Ning Yi didn't remember much, and he talked with him for a while, and finally he kept thinking about the coral pen pattern in the old man's home. The old man was very strict in managing the family, and the children in the family had no money to spend. When he was in urgent need of money, he went to steal the old man's pen pattern. The old man paid a reward of ten cents of money at home. The other party returned it back, and he didn't ask anything else and gave ten cents of money. So the children in the family often stole it once, once, once, and once, and they could get the money every time. One of the young men was Qian Weiliang, who had the name outside...

Haha, that guy who steals things can be so tough...

Ning Yi thought about this, his heart was almost old. It had been a long time since he heard such an interesting story. He was slightly moved...

When noon arrived, the prison guard came in and opened the door of the prison cell. Not long after, under the scorching sun, a row of heads was cut off in the yellow square outside. In the crowd, some people cheered and cheered loudly, while some were speechless and looked solemn. Ning Yi stood in the crowd and watched the whole process of beheading...

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