Chapter 73 Chapter 73

Jin Hui was granted permission by Wang Jian to go to Qingcheng Mountain to recuperate, and naturally visited Du Guangting.Jin Hui has fought battles for most of his life, and finally came to a peaceful and prosperous world, and he can finally relax.When I came to Mount Qingcheng, I was immediately intoxicated by everything here: it is surrounded by green and empty, and the peaks, valleys, and temples are hidden among the lush and green forests.When the sun rises, sit on the cliffs to gather energy; you can listen to Mr. Guangcheng's preaching of morality in a secluded Taoist temple.There is a saying that "the sound of the bell has stopped and the sound of the spring is still there, and the altar is full of flowers and moon when the wind moves".The clear and gurgling streams rush out of Qingcheng buds with green soup, upright buds and leaves, and a tangy fragrance; the spring water from the ancient well turns into fragrant, pure, sweet and infiltrating green plum rice wine with endless aftertaste.Jin Hui only felt that he had lived for most of his life, and only then did he find a little bit of taste. Only after living here, did he know what kind of life the gods live.

A peaceful life is always so fleeting.A piece of bulletin about the Luoyang coup d'état also shot at the Qingcheng Palace like a eagle's feather.Looking at the shooting stars across the night sky, Jin Hui vaguely felt that an era has come to an end, and the country will undergo major changes soon.Qingcheng Mountain is indeed a paradise, but after all, it is not a place to escape from reality forever. He must return to Chengdu, and return to his brother Wang Jian who shared life and death.People often call Jin Hui a chivalrous and courageous man. When he was young, he had the temperament of robbing the rich and giving to the poor. Over the years, he has been in a high position and enjoyed glory, but he has never forgotten that there is another person in this world who has been in prison and fought with him. The life and death brothers who fought together, escorted the emperor together, and opened up the territory together.

To bid farewell to this place, Jin Hui reluctantly bid farewell to Du Guangting. At the same time, he also wanted to ask Mr. Guangcheng to make a fortune for the weakened Tang Dynasty.In his early years, Du Guangting had the grand ambition of saving the world from time to time, but after experiencing the darkness of the examination room and witnessing the decline of the empire, he was once disheartened.Walking into the door, let him seek another way to serve the country and realize his ambitions.He has some feelings for the royal family of the Li family. Although the late Emperor Xizong was a little foolish when he was in power, he treated him well after all.Although he only met Emperor Zhaozong once, he has heard that this young and promising emperor has been working hard to rule in obscurity over the years.However, the king at this time could hardly save the empire from its collapse.Meteors slid down the sky one by one—could Li Tang decline like this?Since Zhu Wen was able to kill the king, he would naturally not let the royal family and nobles go, and the young new king was just a puppet for him to usurp the Tang Dynasty.Will the Li royal family really cut off their blood forever in such a dark night?

Guangting took out the hexagram tube, shook it lightly a few times, and a bamboo stick slipped out.Holding the hexagram stick in his hand, Guangting looked up at the stars moving in the sky, and muttered silently... Suddenly, a star in the northern sky shone brightly. "The royal blood is endless!" Du Guangting said to himself with emotion. "Mr. Guangcheng refers to..." "Look at the sky, the ecliptic is moving, and the meteors in the northern sky are falling, but there is this bright star that falls outside the ecliptic. The king of Liang conspired against him, but God bless the emperor's veins, it will not be cut off..."

...Wang Jian and Wei Zhuang were silent and thoughtful while Jin Hui was talking about Du Guangting's calculations on Mount Qingcheng. "Based on what Mr. Guangcheng saw, the emperor and the prince escaped Zhu Wen's clutches by chance?" Wang Jian said to himself with doubts. "It's entirely possible," Wei Zhuang analyzed. "The emperor is the master of the Ming Dynasty. Since he fell into Zhu Wen's clutches, he should be able to foresee the crisis. I heard that the queen gave birth to a baby boy before she left for Luoyang. The emperor It is very likely that people were sent to bring this royal blood into the common people..."

Wang Jian frowned: "If this is the case, we should find this baby boy no matter what." His words were quiet, but the words were firm. "Your Majesty's words are absolutely true! If the Emperor's blood is really flowing among the people, it will definitely not be found by Zhu Wen's people. I secretly think that the most urgent thing is that the King needs to do two things: first, order all the generals, officials, and common people in Sanchuan to mourn and subdue. Mourning for the death of the emperor; second, secretly dispatching confidantes to secretly investigate the whereabouts of the little prince."

"Well, Mr. Wei is right. It's just... who will be sent to do this matter that is related to the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty?" "Since this matter is of great importance, I am willing to go there in person!" Jin Hui stood up. He remembered the hope that Du Guangting felt at the moment when he looked up at the starry sky when he was in Qingcheng Mountain, and he also recalled the memory of the late Emperor Xizong's love for him 20 years ago. My kindness to Wang Jian.Now, it was time for him to repay the royal family. At this moment, he had forgotten his age and frail body.

"Guangyuan, you and I are both sixty-year-olds. No matter how important this kind of thing is, it's not something we can do..." Wei Zhuang stroked his beard and nodded slightly: "Your Majesty is right, it's time to let the younger generations take up the important responsibilities." Following Wei Zhuang's train of thought, Wang Jian went over his sons in his mind.Suddenly, Zhou Xiang's words before his departure lingered in his ears, and a bold thought flashed across him, which made him blurt out: "Let my son Zongjie go..." Wei Zhuang and Jin Hui were taken aback by Wang Jian's boldness.Wei Zhuang persuaded: "Your Majesty, your son Zongjie is extremely intelligent and courageous, but after all, he is too young, he is less than ten years old. I have gone through thousands of mountains and rivers to search for you. I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to complete the mission alone. Your Excellency please Your Majesty, think twice."

Jin Hui nodded and said: "Zong Jie is an unusual kid. With his intelligence and his inconspicuous young age, he is indeed the best candidate for unannounced visits to the people. However, this journey is difficult and dangerous, and you can't do it alone. You see, I recommend my second son, Jin Kuangyi, to accompany him, firstly to be an assistant to the young master Zongjie, and secondly to give him an opportunity to practice." Jin Kuangyi on the side begged for his order: "The final general is willing to be the eighth son's personal bodyguard and complete the mission for the king."

Wang Jian looked at the young man in front of him: he was in his early twenties, and he was born mighty and extraordinary, with his father's youthful aspirations showing in his brows. "Okay! Your father and I are old, and from now on, it will depend on your generation to realize the great cause of assisting the government and pacifying the world!" Wang Jian nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, I will accompany you I feel more at ease. This matter is no small matter, and I will definitely encounter all kinds of dangers. If you have any requirements, just ask, and I will definitely satisfy you!"

"The general thinks that this action is related to the blood of the royal family and the rise and fall of my three rivers. We must not let outsiders know our identities and whereabouts. The eighth son can pretend to be a rich young master, and I can pretend to be a personal servant. However, when a noble young master goes out, the There is always a housekeeper who manages the itinerary. In this way, with a few servants, it can deceive people's eyes and ears." Wang Jian praised: "Seeing that you are young, you are very considerate in every situation! There is indeed a lack of a housekeeper along the way. Kuang Yi, do you have suitable candidates to recommend?" "The last general recommends the county horse Meng Sigong. The last general has a very good personal relationship with Meng Junma, and I feel that he is the best candidate." Meng Sigong is Wang Jian's third son-in-law, and his father is the one who sent Baoyu to Wang Jian Meng Yanhui in the hand.It is inappropriate to recommend a county horse as a subordinate general.However, the Wang family, Jin family, and Meng family have inextricable connections in the previous generation, and they have a marriage in the second generation. In this line, Wang Zongjie, Jin Kuangyi and Meng Sigong are the most suitable match.Furthermore, Meng Sigong traveled with his father Meng Yanhui since he was a child, and his life experience is far higher than that of Zongjie and Kuang Yi.After arriving in Western Shu, although he married Wang Jian's daughter, he has been running the business in the market with his father.If you pretend to be a housekeeper, you can do a job with ease.Wang Jian said with a smile: "What a 'best choice'! This king will follow you and entrust this important matter related to the fate of the country to you three younger generations!" After the death of Emperor Zhaozong Li Ye, the thirteen-year-old emperor's ninth son Li Ji was helped to the throne by his father-killing enemy Zhu Wen and became the last emperor of the Tang Empire. In the spring and February of the second year of Tianyou (AD 905), Zhu Wen, who had planned for a long time, killed Li Tang's clan.He invited Zhaozong's sons Pu Wang Li Yu, Di Wang Li Xu, Qian Wang Li Yu and other nine princes to a banquet at Jiuqu Pond in Luoyuan. After getting all the princes drunk, he strangled Li Ye's flesh and blood one by one. Throwing it into the Jiuqu Pond... A few months later, under the instigation of his confidant Li Zhen, Zhu Wen killed the left servant and shot Pei Shu overnight at Baimayi in Huazhou, and wiped out Dugushang, the right servant of the Qing Navy. She Cui Yuan, Minister of the Ministry of Officials Lu Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Industry Wang Pu, Shou Taibao Zhishi Zhao Chong, Minister of the Ministry of War Wang Zan and more than 30 "cleanly dressed" people threw their corpses into the river.Li Zhen failed many times during the Xiantong and Qianfu years. He hated the scholar-bureaucrats and said to Zhu Wen: "This generation calls itself a clean stream, and it is better to throw it into the Yellow River, which will always be a turbid stream." Zhu Wen followed it with a smile. In the winter of this year, the Empress Dowager He of the Tang Dynasty was brutally murdered and passed away in tears, ending her legendary and miserable life. Li Tang's flesh and blood and the last batch of ministers loyal to the Tang Dynasty were finally wiped out by Zhu Wen. An era came to an end, and dark clouds covered the sky over the Central Plains. Outside the house, the splendor of the morning glow surged.A new day begins like this. Zhang Lin didn't close her eyes all night again.His body is getting weaker every day, and he has been bedridden for several months; although he is still sleepy, he can't sleep comfortably.Maybe that's what it's like to be old.At this moment, he intends to assist the King of Shu in governing Chengdu, but he is already unable to do what he wants.He also wanted to close his eyes quietly, sleep forever, and leave this beloved world.I still remember the ideals and aspirations I had in my heart when I first became an official, and I still remember the great ambition to save the people from the fire and water that I set with a splash of ink.The only pity is that he was born in a troubled time with a declining dynasty, and he was not able to witness the rule of Zhenguan that he admired. When people are old, they always think about returning to their roots.Xuzhou is his hometown, but his brilliant life will always be engraved on every inch of land in Xishu.Zhang Lin didn't want to be buried in his homeland after death, because he dedicated his life in Xishu, and he preferred to be able to integrate into the fragrant and rich land here after his death.In fact, he should be grateful for being born in such a troubled world.When there were frequent wars in the Central Plains, the people in the fiery waters missed the seemingly easy but very comfortable life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.When he served as the governor of Meizhou, he repaired Tongji Canal, so that the people of Xichuan will remember and praise him for a long time.And when Sanchuan was in chaos, wherever he was, the people on that side would naturally enjoy peace and tranquility.He remembered Wang Jian's kindness to him, which gave him the opportunity to give full play to his ability to govern counties and counties. "Father, are you awake? Drink water?" Zhang Lin shook her head and closed her eyes slightly.He is waiting, waiting for the unfinished concern in his heart; he is also accumulating energy, and he knows that his time is running out.Time passed by in this warm but somewhat stuffy hut.When he is free, the old man does two things, one is to recall his past time, and the other is to silently recite the words that have not been spoken in his mind over and over again... Until one day, when his lord came to visit him, the tension in his heart could finally be relaxed a little.He still closed his eyes tightly, only his lips moved slightly, but he still didn't say a word after all.He felt a big warm and strong hand caressingly resting on his arm.He adjusted his breathing for a long time, and slowly opened one eye.The thick eyelids drooped in front of the eyes, and it took a lot of effort to open the other eye.A familiar figure appeared in front of his eyes, and Wang Jian could be vaguely recognized from the square face. "My lord... my lord..." He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was hoarse.This long-lost "Master" warmed Wang Jian's heart to the point of melting.It has been a long time since Jin proclaimed him Queen of Shu. "The emperor is in trouble... the world is about to mutiny..." Wang Jian did not expect Zhang Lin's second sentence to point directly at the most severe political situation at present.He nodded, indicating to Zhang Lin that he knew everything about it.He comforted the Jiedu Deputy Envoy who had been with him for sixteen years and made great contributions to the world, and told him to rest and stop talking.Wang Jian said with emotion that without such a capable minister, as far away as Qiongzhou and as close as Chengdu, he would not be able to get rid of the haze of war in a short time.More importantly, the impassioned speech of this water control man made him understand for the first time the fundamentals of guarding the world and treating the people. Zhang Lin shook her head, insisting, "I have something to say...I've been waiting for the lord to come..." Wang Jian felt his nose sour, and nodded heavily: "Speak, I'll listen." "I want to know, what will my lord do when King Liang kills the king?" "I have led Sanchuan generals and common people to observe filial piety for the emperor, and I have also sent cronies to search for the flesh and blood that the emperor may have left behind among the people." "Zhu Wen still controls the young emperor, and the world is still surnamed Li. My lord, you are loyal to the first emperor, and you are righteous to seek the emperor's veins. You have both loyalty and righteousness, but you can't order the world to follow... If one day, King Liang usurps the throne and proclaims himself emperor, you How to deal with it?" Zhang Lin said to the point, she mentioned a possibility that Wang Jian could feel but didn't dare to think about.Today's young emperor seems to be Zhu Wen's puppet, and it is only a matter of time before Zhu Wen usurps the throne.What's more, in the past two months, he killed the minister and the queen mother, and he was already preparing for his inflated ambitions.If Zhu and Wen replaced the Tang Dynasty for nearly three hundred years, where would the Wangshu regime in a corner of the country go?Naturally, it was impossible for Wang Jian to bow down to Zhu Wen.Zhu Wen is a rebel, a descendant who started from Huang Chao, and now he is a traitor who kills the king and seeks power!As for himself, he had been loyal to the royal family to suppress the rebels from the first day he joined the army, and he had rescued the late Emperor Xizong from danger twice, and received secret edicts and handwritten letters from the late Emperor Zhaozong several times. He was the most trusted loyal minister of the emperors of the two dynasties.If someone like Zhu Wen can be the emperor, why can't he, Wang Jian, be the emperor?However, if he also proclaims himself emperor, what is the difference between him and Zhu Wen who usurped power?What qualifications does he have to flaunt his sincerity to Li Tang? Wang Jian was conflicted in his heart.He didn't express the melancholy in his heart, but responded in the most appropriate way of a courtier: "If Zhu Wen usurps the throne, I will call on the world to conquer him. If I can find the dragon's veins, I am willing to revive the Tang Dynasty..." "You should be enthroned and proclaimed emperor..." Zhang Lin shouted with all her strength.His breathing became short of breath, and he took several deep breaths before he regained his strength, "The people cannot live without a ruler for a day... The decline and fall of Li and Tang are inevitable in history and cannot be stopped! Even if Zhu Wen usurps, the people of the Central Plains There is no choice but to regard Zhu Wen as the king. And who is the king of the people in Sanchuan?... The lord wants to gather the world, but in the autumn of troubled times, the princes of the world have their own thoughts. The weak will submit to Zhu Wen as his ministers; the strong will stand on their own as emperor ..." The two fell into silence.Wang Jian kept chewing on Zhang Lin's words.Although he couldn't fully comprehend the truth of it for a while, at least Zhang Lin's bold words coincided with some thoughts deep in his heart.Seeing Wang Jian seriously thinking about her words, Zhang Lin felt relieved.He knew that his time was approaching, so he tightly grasped Wang Jian's hand with his shriveled fingers, squeezed out the last bit of strength, and said word by word: "My lord has passed her sixtieth age, and it is not suitable to use soldiers... Shoucheng Sanchuan, the fifth king!" In the future, you can win the Central Plains with your strength... Tell the second son, let him treat the people well, the country... the people are the foundation..." Zhang Lin's lips were still trembling, but she was speechless.Wang Jian understood that Zhang Lin was using her last strength to give him advice, and she was extremely sad.He just nodded his head with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't taste Zhang Lin's dying words. Zhang Lin stopped making a sound, and slowly loosened the nails on the back of Wang Jian's hand. The crying of Zhang Lin's son and family members could be heard inside the house, and soon the crying spread into howls of mourning along with the oppressive air. Wang Jian stood up heavily, and walked out of Zhang Lin's bedroom in a daze.Another old minister who had been with him for many years went.Overnight, Wang Jian looked older and his beard became 30% whiter.