Large pieces of clouds float in the sky, the sun lurking among the clouds, suddenly emerged from here, and then suddenly hid in another cloud.
A queue of prison vans was walking forward on the official road.
Looking out from the prison car, the sky and the earth were divided into one grid. It looked like the sky was separated and the earth was also separated. Between these intervals was Kong Rong himself.
Kong Rong suddenly remembered how long has it been since he looked up at the sky?
Can't remember.
It seems that when he was young, he liked to look at the sky, the clouds, the sun, the moon, the stars, and the distant world, but he hasn't seen it like this for a long time.
Now that he was locked in a prison car, he began to see the sky, the clouds, the distant ones, like what he had seen in his previous life.
His surname is Kong, and he was a descendant of Kong Zhongni, a wise man in the Spring and Autumn Period.
This is something countless people told him when he was young.
As a descendant of Confucius, how can he be naughty?
As a descendant of Confucius, how can he make a loud noise?
As a descendant of Confucius, how could he not read?
As a descendant of Confucius...
Kong Rong's elder brother was quite straightforward. Once he contradicted his father directly, saying why, as a descendant of Confucius, he had to study, pay attention to demeanor, obey the rules at all times, and ask for this and that...
Then I was naturally taught a lesson.
Kong Rong saw the lessons of his elder brother, of course he was more obedient and consciously did some actions that meet the needs of his elders...
For example, let pear.
Do you really think that the child doesn’t know that the little pear may be more sour?
Or are you so stupid that you think there were also varieties that were improved in later generations in the Han Dynasty?
Kong Rong eventually grew into what his parents wanted to see most, and then...and he didn't know what he was supposed to be like.
The Kong surname is a large ethnic group in Zouyi, and basically there are Kong surnames everywhere, and other surnames are rare. The Kong family, which are concentrated together, once again added various standards to Kong Rong's parents after the death of Kong Rong's parents. They hope that Kong Rong is a person who can bring them fairness, justice, openness and justice.
Then Kong Rong became the person they hoped for.
The Kong family has a large ethnic group, a long history, and naturally interpersonal relationships are very complex. There are countless marriages and relatives, friends and friends of friends. And these people who have a little relationship with Kong Rong hope that Kong Rong can be famous enough and can be honored when they talk about it. They say that I am Kong Rong's good buddy, good friend, and the uncle, the uncle, the cousin, the cousin, the cousin, the cousin, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law,
Then Kong Rong became the person they hoped for.
As for what kind of person he wanted to become when he was a child, Kong Rong had forgotten it, just like a pear he gave up, was eaten, and disappeared.
The continuous praise from the surrounding areas made Kong Rong think that he was on the right path.
If you go wrong, will you still have these praises?
Obviously not.
Then, on the other hand, if you get praise, it means that you are not wrong.
Isn't this the case?
Kong Rong believes that the wishes of his parents are his wishes. It is like crying and not being ungrateful, and he should be killed. A person who is unfilial to his parents and fails to live according to his parents' wishes will have no meaning of existence.
Kong Rong likes to listen to others' praise, but he never shows it. Because he knows that this does not meet the standard of modesty, he will slowly say that others have praised it and have over-rewarded it. He has not done enough and is not good.
Then others continued to praise Kong Rong for being modest and cautious, and with the style of a great Confucian scholar.
Then Kong Rong listened quietly again, and slowly stated that he was just following the requirements of Saint Kong and the teachings of the elders in his family, there was nothing to show off, and then said goodbye and left.
Then others will definitely continue to praise Kong Rong afterwards, saying that Kong Rong is worthy of being a descendant of Confucius and inheriting the fine traditions of Kong's family...
Kong Rong was originally very skilled in this process, just like eating and drinking water, until one day he met the Yellow Turban Thief.
The Yellow Turban Thief, who is different from everyone Kong Rong met before.
In fact, in the Han Dynasty, as long as local officials did not mess around, did not corruption, or impose excessive taxes, the people under their rule were already grateful. They did not need to build this road today, dig a ditches tomorrow, plant a tree the day after tomorrow, and demolish them all the day after tomorrow, which would make the people think that this official is not bad, at least not disturbing the people.
Kong Rong was an official in Beihai who didn't disturb the people. He liked to study, and he just went to school and even liked to study with everyone. So after studying in the school, he was very satisfied with listening to the sound of reading aloud. He did not need to build roads, dig trenches, plant trees, or something, and the people also liked him very much. Until one day, the Yellow Turban Thief came.
The Yellow Turban Thief shouted: "I want money, food, and things! I want a lot of money!"
Kong Rong checked the list of granaries and answered helplessly, "No, Beihai doesn't have much money, food and goods. You want so many, but there really isn't!"
The Yellow Turban Thief didn't believe it, "How can the fucking Beihai, how can there be no money, grain and goods? We don't want much, but only hundreds of thousands of stones of grain, thousands of war horses, and tens of thousands of sets of armor. How could it be that there be no? Beihai is so big! Why can't such a big Beihai, so big? "
Kong Rong said, "No, let alone Beihai, there is not so much in the entire Lu State..."
The Yellow Turban Thief mocked: "That's you stupid! You have never seen anyone else's official position? You have never seen others shave the land? You have been in Beihai for so long, and you can't even get this little thing? You're just a waste!"
Kong Rong frowned, "How can you scold people?"
The Yellow Turban Thief was very happy, "I scolded you, what's wrong? I don't even know anything about yourself! As a North Sea prime minister, you can't even get this little thing, which really embarrasses the Han local officials! You're so paralyzed and quit the group!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Kong Rong couldn't understand, "I have no place to corrupt, why are I still scolded?"
The Yellow Turban Thief was so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist. "Weak chicken! I just scolded me! How about it? Come and bite me!"
Kong Rong tried to reason, "Everyone is from Shandong, and they are all fellow villagers..."
These yellow-turban thieves who were born in Shandong and from the villagers of Kongrong didn't want to listen to Kongrong's words at all. They just wanted to vent their emotions, "Fuck, your grandma, my countryman! You're just talking nonsense! What are you talking about? You can say that this is useful! Fuck it, give money! Give food! If you don't give it, go to die! Go to die! Go to die quickly!"
Kong Rong couldn't continue talking and walked away silently.
The Yellow Turban thieves cheered and leaped, making a louder noise, as if celebrating their own victory.
Then the people in the city began to scold Kong Rong.
Because Kong Rong failed to defeat these Yellow Turban thieves.
Kong Rong was puzzled and said sincerely: "I also want to defeat the Yellow Turban Thief, but I don't have enough soldiers, and..."
"We don't care. We don't understand these things. Why are you talking so much? We just need to know when we can defeat the Yellow Turban Thief and restore the stability and tranquility of the North Sea?"
Kong Rong was even more puzzled, "If you want to defeat the Yellow Turban, you must first have enough troops! And if you don't understand, then I asked you before, why did you say that this expense is too high, and there will be no Yellow Turbans coming here, and there is no need to add soldiers?"
The villagers roared, "We just talk casually, you believe it? Are you an idiot? You waste! You can't even defeat this little Yellow Turban thief! It makes us unable to live a good life. You are a derpresident? Go to die, go to die, go to die quickly!"
Kong Rong looked at these people in a daze because he found that these people were saying that they were a good official and praised him as a good person a few days ago before the Yellow Turban Thief arrived. But now, these people are also yelling and cursing, using the most vicious words, gritting their teeth and twisting their faces, spitting at Kong Rong, pointing fingers and trying to let him die.
Just like when Kong Rong dies, they can be happy and avoid the disasters in front of them. They have never really wanted to solve any problem, they just want to insult and vent, and they don’t want to see what the truth is. They only recognize what they think is.
The clouds in the sky seemed to float lazily, while the prison cart was walking forward on the ground, but it seemed that it would never catch up with the clouds in the sky.
The sky became dim.
Set up camp.
Someone threw two black cakes into the prison cart.
Kong Rong didn't move.
Kong Rong wanted to die. It seemed that death was not so terrible. If he died by himself, he could make others happy and praise him, so he would die by himself.
Just like his brother back then.
The torch lit up, and Xi Lu walked to the prison car, "Brother Wenju? Wake up! Kong Wenju!"
Kong Rong slowly turned his head and looked at Xi Lu.
"Brother Wenju? Do you... know whether you are wrong?" Xi Lu asked softly.
Among the four fields, the night is deep.
The distant mountains are like graves, standing wherever they see.
Xi Lu didn't wait for Kong Rong's response, frowned, snorted, shook his sleeves and left.
The next day, the sun rose again, and the graves changed from dark to dark green.
The prison car staggered and continued on the road, running towards the road of death.
The next night, Xi Lu came again, "Kong Wenju! Do you know if you are guilty?"
Xi Lu's voice was majestic, just like the most fair judge was pronounced. Why did he help him without doing anything evil?
In the grass beside the prison cart, there seemed to be a cricket shocked by Xi Lu's words. He paused for a while, then changed into another place and started chirping again.
Xi Lu still didn't get Kong Rong's response and left with a slight angrily look.
Day 3.
Cao Xun found Xi Lu, "The Censor, I'm about to arrive in Xu County, Kong Wenju... hasn't pleaded guilty and confessed?"
Xi Lu was silent and shook his head.
Cao Xun looked at Xi Lu, "This won't work, the censor...How could Kong Wenju not plead guilty? You said, right? Don't plead guilty, what do you want to do?"
Xi Lu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Cao Xun, "Hiss...you mean..."
"The lower official is just a military man, and he doesn't understand these things..." Cao Xun said, smiling and not smiling, "It's the Censor who wants to make an idea... After all, Xu County is about to arrive..."
Cao Xun left after he said that.
Xi Lu looked at it, then looked back at the prison car behind the queue, then looked back at Cao Xun in front of him, and swallowed.
At night, Xi Lu walked to the prison car and said, "Open the prison car! Fill him!"
Several soldiers pulled Kong Rong up fiercely, put them up, pried open his mouth, pulled the plug of the wine bag, and stuffed it into Kong Rong's mouth, "Drink! Drink!"
Of course, the taste of sour water is not very good, but it can not only replenish water but also supplement some nutrients.
As long as Kong Rong does not die on the road, that's fine.
A bag of sour water, half a bag was choked or flowed outside, while the other half was drunk. Kong Rong wanted to vomit out, but couldn't, because his body was instinctively craving these things and had begun to absorb them frantically.
Xi Lu waved his hand and asked the soldiers to throw Kong Rong into the prison van again.
"Kong Rong! Why is this?" Xi Lu said slowly, "The emperor treats you well, why should you do this rebellious act?"
『Ahem...what?!』 Kong Rong couldn't believe the words he heard, 『What did you say?...bet? I?I bet?!』
Xi Lu nodded slightly, "That's right! Conspiracy!"
"Why did I ever make a mistake?!" Kong Rong claimed to be extremely loyal to the Han Dynasty. Such a crime simply destroyed his original moral foundation. He also poured a bucket of fermented shit and urine up, just like the sour and smelly water on his body now.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "After searching, when you were in Beihai, you saw that the royal family was not quiet, but you recruited disciples, and wanted to make a mistake. It was said, "After my great sage, I saw that I was destroyed by Song. Why should I have the world be the one who has the world?" Xi Lu said with a smile, "This is not a rebellion, what is it?"
"What? I haven't said such a thing!" Kong Rong said angrily.
"You said it." Xi Lu's voice was steady, as if he was talking about an indistinguishable fact.
"Why do you have to be a golden sword?" Kong Rong leaned against the prison car, "You are really... I, the descendant of the Kong family, and the family of Confucianism, would he say such vulgar words if he really wanted to say something?"
"Oh? Then what would you say?" Xi Lu asked.
『I…』 Kong Rong reacted, 『I didn’t plot against him! I didn’t say anything! If I really recruited some disciples back then, how could I be defeated by the Yellow Turbans?』
"Uh... this... um..." Xi Lu thought for a while, "that's probably the disciples you recruited, there are still loyal and righteous people, and then they attracted the Yellow Turbans, which are in harmony with the inside and outside... Well, no, the Yellow Turbans are also thieves, so you originally wanted to accomplice with the Yellow Turbans, but the division was uneven, the negotiations broke down, and finally the Yellow Turbans ruined your plan of rebellion, forcing you to escape from the North Sea... By the way, it must be like this..."
Kong Rong laughed anxiously and didn't want to talk to Xi Lu.
『Look…』 Xi Lu was very satisfied, 『I was right! Come on, remember, on a certain month and a certain day, I scolded Kong Ni for his grand words. Kong Ni was intimidated by the righteousness, and he was speechless and confessed without hesitation! Signed and sealed!"
Another soldier rushed up, grabbed Kong Rong's hand, painted ink, covered it with handprints, and handed it to Xi Lu. Xi Lu looked up and down with the fire, gently, as if he was treating a treasure of treasure, and blew the marks on the wooden slip carefully, especially the half-dry and still-dried Kong Rong's handprints, like solidified blood, and then left with satisfaction.
The news that Kong Rong confessed, admitted that he had been plotting against, and signed the news that he wrote the letter, was like the spring breeze, well, the summer breeze, and quickly blew to Xu County, wrinkling the pool water in Xu County.
People gathered together in groups of three or three.
"Hey! Have you heard of it? Kong Wenju is planning to rebel! It turns out to be planning to rebel hey!"
"Are you an idiot? "Why do you have to be a Mao Jin Knife?" Such words can be said by Kong Wenju? They are vulgar and straightforward as rural words! They are also "Mao Jin Knife", so why not say it is "children's hole" or "Xuanniaozi"?"
"How is it impossible? You are by your side? Did you hear it? What are the vulgar words? What if Kong Wenju accidentally said this when he was drunk? Are you not vulgar when he was drunk? When you were drunk, can you still recite poems and essays and quote scriptures?"
"Okay, even if Kong Wenju was drinking, no matter when he said it, who heard it? servants, guards, or people at the same banquet? Who told me about this after so long? Why didn't I say it before, and Kong Wenju didn't say it when he was in office, but now he suddenly said it again?"
"How do I know this? Ask me, who will I ask? You are so capable, why don't you go to heaven? Tell me a der?"
The two suddenly had a fierce quarrel, greeting each other enthusiastically, and almost started fighting. The two of them pressed tightly, breasts to chest, face to face, saliva, and saliva, waved their arms, and opened and closed their movements, but they would definitely not touch the corner of each other's clothes, and then gradually separated from the dissuasion of others and the roar of "Don't pull me", completely forgetting what they were talking about before was related to Kong Rong's life and death.
That's right.
Regardless of whether Kong Rong is rebellious or not, it is a story from others.
Similarly, there are also people who do not want to argue whether the "Mao Jin Knife" is what Kong Rong said, because these people know that the "Mao Jin Knife" is not the key to the whole thing.
These people would not gather in public, nor would they argue loudly. They just hid in the shadow of darkness, rustling like crickets in the grass.
『He dared not kill him!』
『He is Wenkui! The leader of Shandong Wending! How dare he?!"
"He wants us to plead for him now! He bows his head in front of him!"
"Yes, it's like the last time!"
"We can't be fooled!"
"Absolutely not fooled! And you can also put him on fire..."
"Yes! What is virtuous? Only orthodox can be called virtuous! The distinction between right and wrong is the major event of human relations!"
"Orthodoxy means inheritance!"
"Yes, yes! Go and tell him, don't be afraid! Hold on to the end!"
"Then see how he stepped down! We're going to put him on! Put him on! Hahaha!"
『Yes, it will look good then, hahahahaha…』
Chapter completed!