Daming heir

Chapter 403 We Want Face

Under the night.

Mansions like the Confucian family in Qufu still adhere to the rules that have been passed down for thousands of years, with the front yard and the back yard, and it is difficult to see banquets, wine and meat after nightfall.

After nightfall, the whole family could not hear any music theory.

It's just that rules are dead and people are alive.

According to the pretext of today's Confucians, even saints also need to eat and drink.

It is not allowed to play music in the front yard and the back yard, but there is always the smell of wine wafting from the courtyards of each house and each household.

Kong Gongjian can be regarded as one of the few disciples in the Confucian mansion who still abide by the rituals of saints.

However, everything he encountered today still caused an unknown fire to burn continuously in his heart.

In the night, the chirping of insects in summer can always bring people closer to the sages.

However, the scroll that Kong Gongjian held in his hand tonight seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, so that the words written with the best pen and ink on the best paper became blurred.

I can't read the books, and there is no silk and bamboo in this other courtyard, whether there is wine or meat.

It was empty and tasteless.

"What's the matter, son?"

The servant who had been serving the next head of the Kong family for many years came in from the outside holding a nourishing soup. Looking at the messy desk in the young master's hand, he couldn't help but whisper.

Kong Gongjian raised his head and looked at the old man beside him, with a smile on his face, he put down the book he couldn't read in his hand: "Where are Brother Yao and the others now?"

It's difficult to relieve my depression in my other courtyard, but Yaodi's side is always full of joy and relief.

The servant looked at Kong Gongjian in surprise. This young master didn't like the things that the young master liked since he was a child.If my memory is correct, this is probably the first time the young master has asked such a thing since he became sensible.

"Young master and the others are still there. I heard that they invited a master from Yangzhou to enter the mansion. There are a few reformed songs for evaluation."

Kong Gongjian's expression was pale, and he felt nothing in his heart.

He doesn't like playing games, nor does he like listening to music.

It's just that tonight can relieve fatigue and relieve boredom. It doesn't matter what is left or right.

Seeing that Kong Gongjian was silent, the servant asked in a low voice, "Do you want this old slave to send you there?"

Kong Gongjian stood up, shaking his wide sleeves that were longer than his arms, his fingers rolled up his sleeves, and put his hands together in front of his lower abdomen.

The servant immediately understood, turned sideways to let the way out, and led the way sideways in front of his head.

Kong Gongjian was silent the whole time, but let the old servant lead the way.

Walking through the familiar but unfamiliar Confucius mansion, Kong Gongjian gradually heard some silk and bamboo opera accents in his ears.

From far to near, the style of silk and bamboo opera became more and more clear.

It has a bit of Jiangnan charm.

Kong Gongjian hummed silently in his heart.

"Young master, this is here."

The servant stood bent over outside a tightly closed courtyard door, with a reserved, pious and respectful smile on his face.

Kong Gongjian nodded: "Yes."

The servant immediately stepped forward, shaking his robe, stretched out his hand to hold the door cymbal and knocked lightly a few times.

There was a sound of footsteps behind the door.

The servant leaned forward again: "The eldest son is here."

The voice behind the door froze, and the Jiangnan style opera in the house in the courtyard suddenly seemed to be pressed down.

After a while, the courtyard door opened from the inside.

A few servants with flushed faces looked a little flirtatious on their feet. They took a look outside the courtyard gate and saw that it was indeed the eldest son. They couldn't help trembling all over, and immediately bent down with their hands together and lowered their heads.

"Eldest son."

Kong Gongjian's face was calm, he didn't like these things, but it wasn't that he didn't understand them.

The brothers in the family are having fun, and these servants who serve beside them, not to mention the daily rewards, even the daily wine and meat, are more than the servants next to them.

He didn't say a word, just stepped into the courtyard.

Before Kong Gongjian reached the brightly lit and fragrant house, the door was already opened, and his younger brother, along with several brothers who were close to the head of the house, came out one after another.

As he swayed, Kong Gongjian could see clearly that there were not only those comedians from Yangzhou Prefecture in the house.

Red dust wine, pillow beauty.

"Brother is here."

"Gongjian is here."

Kong Gongjian nodded: "The insects are louder tonight, so I walked around. When I heard that you are all here, I came over to have a look."

It was the first time that the future head of the family caught him in good shape. No one in the Kong family dared to make a sound, but a few of them made small moves to make Kong Gongjian's younger brother bump into him.

Kong Gongming, Kong Gongjian's younger brother, was a little flustered, clasped his hands together, and lowered his head to his elder brother: "It's inevitable that my elder brother will have a long night, why don't my younger brother walk around with my elder brother. There are many places I haven't been to all these years when I was a child."

This is the distress of a big family. A big house means a big house. When I was a child, I wanted to explore all the places, but when I became an adult, I gradually only fixed in a few places.

Kong Gongming raised his head carefully, hoping that his brother could leave this place quickly.

Kong Gongjian shook his head, "I'm tired of walking, I don't know if you have tea here."

Kong Gongming was stunned for a moment.

My brother, what does this mean?
However, Kong Gongming hadn't reacted yet, but the disciples of the Kong family who were next to him had already woken up, and quickly pulled Kong Gongming to the back, and a group of people surrounded Kong Gongjian.

"Brother is here, of course there is tea."

"If the tea can't quench your thirst, here's some sake from Zhejiang to rinse your mouth."

At this point, no one could tell that Kong Gongjian came here on purpose.

What are you doing here?
That's for fun, of course.

This was something that could make the headlines of the Confucian mansion, and everyone swarmed around Kong Gongjian and walked into the house.

instead.

The house door is closed, the courtyard door is closed.

The silk and bamboo opera sounded again, echoing in this dark night that will obviously become longer.

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Outside the Confucian mansion.

People in the world don't know whether the nights of the thousand-year-old family are the same as that of the common people, whether they are also squeezed on the same bed with their wives and children in their arms.Looking forward, looking forward, this year my life will be better.

Under the dark night, five miles away from the wall of the Confucian mansion.

The officers and soldiers of the Beiping capital who were scheduled to rest at night failed to take off the robes they had been wearing all day. Instead, they put on their armor and returned to the ditch that was dug down to the calf depth during the day.

"Move swiftly, don't use fire."

"If a spark is accidentally dropped, our group of people will not die on the battlefield, but will die in the pit we dug instead."

The older flag officer, with a roll of wire in his hand, commanded the young soldiers under his command to dig out pits one after another in the originally dug trenches.

After the pit is dug to a sufficient size, the young soldiers will throw the tightly wrapped gunpowder bags placed aside into the pit.

Then plug in the leads.

In a section of ravines and tunnels with a distance of thirty feet, deep pits were dug out and gunpowder bags were buried.

The soldiers took the coil of long fuse from the old banner officer.

Connect all the gunpowder packs in series with long lead wires.

When everything was done, the flag officer led his soldiers back to the outside of the gully tunnel, leaving enough long leads in his hand to extend all the way to the wilderness behind him.

The faint light in the night was scattered on the ground like a thin silk net, and the banner officer and the soldiers under his command were already one mile away from the ravine and tunnel dug during the day.

They squatted on the ground, and the flag officer looked left and right.

Under the night in the distance on both sides, is the leading flag officer next to the army, almost in the same situation as here, hiding under the dark curtain.

On a dirt slope not far from the camp of the Chinese army, a group of armored soldiers surrounded the place.

At the highest point, Zhang Zhiyuan led a general in the army to stop and look into the distance.

The millennium inheritance that made that family proud is so embarrassing in Zhang Zhiyuan's heart at this moment.Inherited for thousands of years, how many filthy things happened on this land.

Under the soil slope, there were already golden and heavy crops, but Zhang Zhiyuan only felt that these crops grew so strong because they sucked the flesh and blood of the people.

The lieutenant was a little worried.

The actions in the dark at this moment are already provocative, even ignoring the influence of the Confucian government in the local area and the court.

The remaining generals are also a little worried, things can be done, but if they go too far, it will be difficult to finish.

Everyone present knew what was going to happen here.

Several officials from thousands of households gathered on the slope from the night around the Confucian mansion.

"Reporting to the general, the gunpowder has been arranged everywhere. Therefore, all the gunpowder in the south is the horse camp, and the gunpowder has not been prepared. In order to reserve the amount for the next few nights, there may be little movement tonight."

Zhang Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "I asked people to transfer gunpowder to Xuzhou Mansion. I didn't believe it. How hard is the land in Qufu? It can prevent our army from digging trenches!"

As Zhang Zhiyuan's confidant, Tang Keke stood half a step behind him.

Tang Keke echoed and said, "The power of gunpowder is something that mere mud and dust can resist. To protect Qufu, the general used gunpowder to open up ravines, using the power of the gunpowder, which will never be disadvantageous."

Behind the two of them, the generals of the Beiping Dusi Yamen could only think about things silently in their hearts.

What these two people said was pleasant, and everything they said and did was for the peace of the Confucian Mansion, and for the protection of Qufu's peace in the rebellious Shandong Road.

But he just didn't mention what time it is now, and what he will do later.

As usual, Zhang Zhiyuan gave the order in a righteous manner: "Send down the order, the trenches on all sides of the southeast, north and west, once every hour, ignite the gunpowder packs one by one, and dig the trenches. Don't delay tomorrow. After dawn, our army will clean up the soil in the trenches and protect the saint's family." .”

The officials of thousands of households were ordered to retreat and went to the ditch outside the Confucian mansion.

When everything was ready, a whistle sounded in the trench five miles to the east of the Confucian mansion, and there was movement in the wilderness.

Immediately, like the stars on the silver man lit up in the pitch-black wilderness, the flickering light moved slowly, bursting out spots of light, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

The light moved from the wilderness to the edge of the ditch, and jumped down the ditch, leaving only streaks of white smoke rising up from the bottom of the ditch.

For a sudden moment, like the stagnant moment of youth, the world froze.

The flashes, in the dark night, are very similar to the light from the occasional burst of stars in the boundless starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, the earth's crust began to surge.An invisible force becomes tangible under the manifestation of the earth's crust.

Earth and rocks splashed, and the ground bulged as if it was inflated.

Grit splashed like arrows.

In the end, there were bursts of roaring sounds, surging in the air like waves, piercing into people's cochleas.

The loud roaring sound was dragged into a long strip and spread towards both sides of the gully.

Flames blazed, earth and rocks flew across, and the loud noise pierced the night sky, startling the forest birds in the distance, the watchdog in the cottage screamed in panic, and the sound of insects was silenced in shock.

On the soil slope, there are veterans who have served in the army for many years, and they have long been accustomed to such scenes of gunpowder explosions.Even if earth and rocks splashed to the feet, no one blinked.

The few generals who were still worried about whether this move tonight would cause slander also showed signs of eagerness, as if they were not satisfied with the sudden disappearance of the movement.

The Confucian mansion, which was guarded by the army, began to react after the huge movement.Behind the tall courtyard walls, there was a burst of noise, and the sound of footsteps was especially clear in the dark night.

Numerous lanterns were lit, and on the defensive courtyard wall, the reserved observation port was also opened, allowing light to shine from the inside to the outside.

It's just that no one dared to open the gate of the mansion without the consent of the owners.

For the first time in his life, Kong Gongjian realized the beauty of the beauties in the book, and where the beauty lies.

I also understood that Liu Sanbian, whom I disliked the most in the past, was ever so comfortable and unrestrained.

The opera masters of Yangzhou Mansion on the opposite side satisfied all Kong Gongjian's assumptions about the beauty on paper.

This is not comparable to the wives and concubines in my own room.

Kong Gongming and the others have already withdrawn from the inner room tacitly, went to the main room to have a drink, and left the small space in the inner room to the heir of the Confucian mansion.

The woman from Yangzhou Mansion, her eyes were already dazed and sparkling.

No one in the world knows the identity of this young son in front of him.

If it's a pillow table, which Fengyue woman doesn't want it.

Kong Gongjian could only feel the blood rushing all over his body, his heart beating faster and faster, and the frown and smile of the woman in front of him completely surpassed his previous understanding of women.

numbness?rule?like a statue?
Kong Gongjian recalled the wives and concubines he married under the guidance of ancient rituals.

"Son..."

When the woman came close, she pinched Cong Yu's white hand, then pinched Kong Gongjian's hand, and called out softly.

The back of Kong Gongjian's head suddenly went numb.

Just as he was about to stretch out his other hand, there was a sudden sound like thunder, and it fell from the top of his head.

The house trembled a few times, and the fine dust accumulated on the yellow beams fluttered and scatter down.

The ambiguous and beautiful atmosphere was swept away in an instant.

The woman yelled, and fell to the ground, hugged Kong Gongjian's legs with both hands, raised her head and looked at Kong Gongjian pitifully, but her fingers were restlessly exploring upwards.

However, Kong Gongjian lost his original interest.

There will be no thunderstorms tonight.

And that roar was obviously coming from outside the mansion.

gunpowder.

Officers and soldiers are going to blast into Kong's house!
In an instant, Kong Gongjian imagined the worst possible situation.

He stood up abruptly, and with just a snap of his legs, the woman was pushed to a corner by Kong Gongjian like a useless utensil.

When Kong Gongjian walked from the inner room to the main room, he saw that the door had been opened, and several servants from the front yard had already rushed here, and Kong Gongming and others stopped him to ask the reason.

When everyone saw Kong Gongjian walking out, they immediately restrained their expressions.

Several servants who rushed over from the front yard were a little surprised to see the eldest son here.

"Eldest son."

The servants lowered their heads with their hands folded, looking a little flustered.

Kong Gongjian coughed lightly: "What happened outside?"

"Back to Eldest Son, today the officers and soldiers are digging trenches outside the mansion, but the trenches are wide and long, and the officers and soldiers did not dig deep.

I don't know what kind of madness this group of people have gone into. Where did the rebels from Qufu make them so hasty, they actually used gunpowder at night to blow up the soil under the trench.

The sharp weapon made by the imperial court made them squander like this, it is really domineering and arrogant. "

The servants raised by the big aristocratic families are much more neat and proper in speech and speech than the small families outside.

Kong Gongjian's tense face relaxed a little, as long as the officers and soldiers didn't bring gunpowder to blow up the courtyard wall of Confucius Mansion, there was still room for maneuver.

Kong Gongming and the others looked at Kong Gongjian: "Brother, my father must have known about this. The officers and soldiers choose to blow up the soil at this time when they do nothing during the day. They clearly have no good intentions."

The few people around nodded and echoed: "Could it be that our Kong family's face is going to be humiliated like this? During the day, the Kong family sent them a cartload of wine, meat, food and grass. They are lucky, this is food. If you are full and drink enough, if you can't sleep, why don't the people of the Kong family also sleep?"

"The Kong family can't lose face!"

"They have humiliated the Kong family several times. Is the Kong family going to send their face up for them to trample on?"

The few people were just echoing, but the more they talked, the more angry they became.

Kong Gongjian didn't want to say useless words in front of these people, but just signaled the servants to open the way ahead, and he wanted to go outside the mansion to see what the current situation was like.

Outside the Confucian mansion, someone from the Confucian family who could talk opened the door.

Several clansmen in charge led a group of servants and servants to the east where the officers and soldiers used gunpowder to blow up the soil.

Tang Keke had already led the people over at this time.

Far away, even in such a dark night, Tang Keke could clearly see the anger and annoyance on the faces of these Confucian family members.

He walked a little faster, cupped his hands high, and started to shout from a long distance: "But I don't want to disturb your house, and I hope to make amends if I offend you."

Before the Kong family rushed over, they could vent their anger.

Tang Keke said again: "It's just that the rebellion in Shandong Province has not been put down at present, and the people in the army like me don't know anything, so we can only dig out this trench as soon as possible, so that we can protect it before the rebels arrive. The safety of the saint's family."

"You..." The leader of the Kong family, who was in charge, raised his finger to Tang Keke.

Tang Keke immediately interjected loudly: "I am waiting for the good of your family, and I hope your family can understand my good intentions."

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