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Chapter 529: Fame and Fission (asking for monthly ticket)
Ji Yanzhong's determination alarmed everyone in the entire camp of Emperor Ying's army, especially the noble families who were involved. They knew that Ji Yanzhong was always known for his kindness. Why did such a kind-hearted old man burst into such a decisiveness in the end?

A young man from a noble family had a distorted look on his face.

Suddenly he sighed, took off his hair crown, and said: "As a descendant of the Red Emperor, we have been enjoying the Red Emperor's salary for generations, and have never lacked honors and official titles. Now that the country is in decline, how can people like you and me cherish our lives so much?"

After saying this, he ignored the sudden change in expression of the elders of the same clan around him.

With disheveled hair, he jumped off a cliff and died.

More than twenty young men jumped down to die.

The tragic atmosphere made the expressions of the Ying soldiers holding spears and swords change. He Ruoqinhu knew that people are not as simple as good or evil, firm or weak. The god general of the ninth heaven had extremely far-sightedness and saw the corpses floating in the pool of blood.

I saw the princess wearing girl's clothes, and Ji Yanzhong.

At He Ruo's level of tiger-catching, he could tell at a glance that it was just a scarecrow.

But seeing the king like this, he remained silent for a long time.

The identity of [Daughter of the Red Emperor] was revealed, and it happened in public.

Suddenly someone whispered, "The princess is still here, still here, maybe she can be saved..."

"Bringing him into the palace is also a legitimate status..."

He Ruoqinhu took off his bow and pulled the bowstring. The Xuanbing-level war bow whistled, and pure vitality gathered into an arrow. What a great general, with only a bow and an arrow, the arrow penetrated a distance of several miles and directly exploded Ji Yanzhong and the "corpses" of the girl.

The blood of the Red Emperor dyed the river red.

Under the divine general's aura, the straw disappeared in an instant.

The blood of Ji Yanzhong and Ji Ning'er mixed together and was dispersed by the turbulent river. He Ruoqinhu's eyes were calm, without sadness or joy, but under this turbulent situation, neither of them had any choice.

If this is the case, even if there are experts who are good at hiding and searching later, they will not be able to find anything.

Complete death is also a kind of gentle mercy.

Let me see you off for the last time, Ji Yanzhong.

The whispering voices of the noble families and the thoughts of the generals in the Ying army froze in an instant. There was only the surging river, the fierce murderous sound in the wind, and the sound of the river waves that were intercepted by He Ruo Qinhu continuing to hit the river bank.

'Born in the 800-year-old Chidi family, it's really tragic'

He Ruoqinhu put down his bow, half-knelt on the ground, and said:
"Your Majesty, Ji Yanzhong and Ji Ning'er committed suicide."

"I was worried that he would not die, so I have already killed him."

Emperor Ying looked at the veteran, took off his battle robe, and said, "Reward."

He Ruoqinhu said: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

He stood up and took Yingdi's battle robe with both hands. Yingdi looked at the waves quietly, then retracted his gaze and returned to the camp step by step. The ground under his feet was covered with blood, but he did not look back.

According to historical records, He Ruo was ruthless in catching tigers and personally killed the descendants of the Red Emperor. After Ji Yanzhong and Princess Changle committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, He Ruo still shot their bodies with a heavy bow and arrows to humiliate them. This solemn and godly general became even more infamous.

The emperor of Ying State walked calmly on his own path.

He did not cover up or suppress the news. He recorded the stories of Ji Zichang, Wen Wan'er, Ji Yanzhong and others in the history books and spread them to the world. He also never used writing to imprison the scholars who wrote biographies of Ji Zichang.

He even went to read these biographies himself, and finally called the young man who wrote the biographies over and said, "Your writing is not good enough. How can the words of poetry and music describe the awe-inspiring spirit of such a person?"

The young man was stunned.

The Emperor of Ying State, who was both praised and criticized, smiled softly, looked at the yellowed papers under the candlelight, and said, "You should write about Ji Zichang's fear, Ji Zichang's attachment, Ji Zichang's determination, and the fire he set at the end."

"The Red Emperor's name is Ji Zichang, but Ji Zichang should not be the Red Emperor. He fought hard to tear the shackles apart, and after he died, he wanted you scholars to kneel down and offer yourselves to him again."

"He shouldn't be treated like this."

"He is written as such a rigid and heroic king."

"And how is it different from the statues in this thousand-year history?"

The Emperor of Ying State calmly placed the manuscripts on the candle, letting the flames devour the words. The flames illuminated his eyes and he said, "How could I be defeated by someone as rigid as a sculpture?"

"Rewrite it."

The young man bravely asked, "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that people in the world will call you a traitor?"

The old king laughed: "I once heard a saying, 'Are kings, princes, generals and ministers of different species?' If you have such a temperament, how can you always regard the people of the previous dynasty as the orthodox? Are they the only ones who can be kings from generation to generation?"

"Rebellious?"

Emperor Ying smiled faintly: "Kings, princes, generals and ministers, are they of the same species?"

"How can there be a legitimate way to gain a country by destroying the previous dynasty?"

………………

The drastic changes in Ji Zichang and the Red Emperor's line were like the strong wind and waves. Before that, the news from Zhongzhou was suppressed by Emperor Ying and the two divine generals. No one dared, and no one was able to pass on the news.

Emperor Yingguo left.

These news spread across the world at an extremely fast speed.

When the news reached Jiangnan, it happened to be the time when the King of Qin's decree to choose a posthumous title for Ji Zichang arrived. Everyone in Tiance Mansion was silent for a long time, and Qu Hanxiu, a famous scholar from the Ministry of Rites of Zhongzhou, was also quiet for a long time.

Then he continued to complete the task as if nothing had happened.

Nan Hanwen was somewhat worried about this old man. Although this old guy seemed serious, he was actually quite cunning and ate a lot of his food, but he also had his own character and state of mind.

He carried some things and went to visit Qu Hanxiu's place.

After knocking on the door for a long time, the old man still didn't respond.

Nan Hanwen felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his heart and was about to kick the door, but just as he was about to kick it, the door opened and a little servant came in - although old fellow Qu Hanxiu was so poor that he often came to eat for free, he was particular about many things.

For example, the level of the four treasures of the study.

For example, the style of a set of clothes.

For example, how could a great scholar not have a servant?

Nan Hanwen felt a little relieved: "Where is Mr. Qu?"

The little book boy said, "Mr. Qu is going to eat. Duck blood vermicelli soup."

Nan Hanwen let out a breath, laughed and cursed: "Old man, your appetite is still good. I was worried for nothing." As he said that, he was about to pick up all the gifts that had been put down, intending to take them back directly.

The so-called effectiveness of what goes up and what follows.

The frugal virtue of His Majesty the King of Qin is spreading throughout the Tiance Prefecture like a virus.

The book boy was surprised, and then asked, "Is it Nan Hanwen, Nan Xueshi?"

Nan Hanwen was puzzled and asked, "It's me. I have never been here before. Why do you recognize me?"

The servant boy replied, "Before Mr. Qu left today, he told me that if after he left, a man who was a dozen years younger than him came here and was quite rude, brought gifts, and wanted to take the gifts away before leaving."

"It's Mr. Nan Hanwen."

The corners of Nan Hanwen's mouth twitched.

The book boy just told Nan Hanwen to wait here for a while, and he went back to the rented house. After a while, he came out again holding something and said, "This is a letter from Mr. Qu to you, sir."

Nan Hanwen's heart sank and he put the things down.

The book boy took the opportunity.

Following Qu Hanxiu's request when he pulled his ear, he immediately took the things Nan Hanwen brought, moved back to the yard, closed the door, and stared at Nan Hanwen vigilantly like a stray black cat.

However, Nan Hanwen, who was used to being frugal due to his experience, did not care about this. He opened the letter and just looked at it for a few seconds, his expression changed drastically. He did not care about anything else, but turned around and ran towards the familiar place.

He fell once in the middle, but he ignored it, got up, and ran staggeringly.

He clenched the letter in his hand.

[Nan boy, you must be here to look for me. Haha, I used to be honest but a rebellious man. Now you seem to care about me. Haha, not bad, not bad. The so-called courtesy should come from the heart.]

[You are a polite person]

[His Majesty the Red Emperor has passed away. Do you think I will die for my country, or be loyal to His Majesty? To be honest, I won’t. When I was young, I studied the classics of Confucianism, followed the example of Mr. Zilu, was upright and brave, and followed my own path.]

[Later I discovered that many things are beyond our control]

【I realized a truth】

[The world is dangerous, retreat if you can’t survive]

[The rotten line of the Red Emperor is not worth my death. How can the death of a gentleman be so simple?]

[I do have a question. Do you remember the first time we ate duck blood vermicelli soup? We talked and I said that on that day, I was shocked by the words of His Majesty the King of Qin, "Please let the whole world die", and I was panicked because of it.]

[Because if we just destroy, the world will fall into chaos and disorder, the people will be treated like straw dogs, and there will be no peace at all. However, the order of His Majesty the King of Qin is also being laid out at the same time.]

[The right way is to cut off the past, create peace, and stabilize the world]

【only……】

Nan Hanwen hurried, and at this moment, he hated himself for not being one of those skilled warriors, without that kind of body skills and means, and had to rely on his two legs. He rushed out of the street, and there were many people in front of him.

Under the reign of the King of Qin, especially in the south of the Yangtze River, which was the first area to implement the policy, it was truly prosperous.

There were children coming home from school, laughing and talking about what they were going to do today; there were old people buying groceries, and men and women walking into the city chatting and laughing. The bustling world was like a long river, blocking Nan Hanwen.

"Borrowed it, borrowed it!"

"Sorry, please give way."

"Make way..."

Master Nanhanwen was in the crowd, walking forward against the flow of people.

But the worldly affairs were like a long river, blocking his way forward. He was anxious and unable to move forward.

And in the alley of that street, there was still that stall, bustling with activity. The owner saw the old man coming again, and it was not because he had a good memory. Although those who do such business have to remember the customers who come and go, to be honest, it is not good to have a bad memory.

But nowadays there are too many guests coming and going, and it is really unrealistic to remember all of them. However, he has a deep memory of this old man.

He is so special.

On the one hand, there is his meticulous and stubborn temperament.

It is the sense of knowledge that comes from reading a lot of poetry and books.

On the one hand, he is extremely stubborn and conservative. He eats the same thing every time he comes here and never changes the food.

Finally, no matter what time it is, the old man always wears clothes that look hot at this time of year. These characteristics make him "stand out". To be honest, it is impossible to ignore them.

So the shopkeeper wiped his hands, walked forward, and said cheerfully: "The old gentleman is here." Qu Hanxiu said meticulously: "Yes."

The shopkeeper asked, "Still the same as before?"

Qu Hanxiu smiled as he looked at the street outside and said, "No."

He looked at the store owner and said, "Let's have something new today."

The shopkeeper was stunned, but he didn't care. He just smiled and said:
"Okay, please sit down for a moment."

The shopkeeper promptly served a bowl of carrot and duck soup, a bowl of rice, and a pile of pickled vegetable shreds, which were quite appetizing. Qu Hanxiu was busy with the meal, but he saw a table of young and old over there, who seemed to have just come from somewhere else, and from their conversation, they seemed to have accents from somewhere else.

This is my first time in this Jiangnan area, and I am not very familiar with the local specialties.

Children who come from poor areas and go to prosperous places are often stubborn, but easily influenced by the surrounding environment. They always feel that everyone is looking at them and laughing at them, so they naturally feel very awkward.

The more cramped you are, the worse you will do.

Just when he was so anxious that sweat was pouring down his forehead, he heard a laugh. His body tensed up, and he heard a local accent: "That's not how you eat it."

He was stunned, looked up, and saw an old man looking at him with a smile. He spoke the dialect of his hometown, which could even be considered a local accent, and he couldn't help but feel much closer to him.

The child asked in confusion: "You, are you also from Wulitun, Zhao County?"

Qu Hanxiu smiled: "You and your grandfather left your hometown..."

The child and his grandfather looked at each other, and the man who was much younger than Qu Hanxiu said, "Ah, this is the child. He is promising. He solved the puzzles left by the Mohist masters. Before the Mohist master left the puzzles, he said that if you can solve them, you have the talent of Mohist mechanism. You can come here and try it."

"His Majesty the King of Qin said that reading is useful."

“So, just bring your kids here and give it a try.”

"I don't ask for great wealth, but I can't let my children dig in the dirt for food like us."

"I just came here today and have never seen how to eat here. I made a fool of myself."

Qu Hanxiu laughed: "What's so funny?"

“The world is so big. Even if you are a genius and have visited famous teachers and learned as much as I have, when your hair is all grey, there are still many things you don’t understand. You don’t understand but you are afraid that others will say you don’t understand. If you don’t ask, you will never understand.”

"But if you ask, won't you know it?"

The child subconsciously said: "But I will be laughed at."

Qu Hanxiu smiled and said, "What's wrong with laughing?"

The child was stunned.

Qu Hanxiu said: "We move forward because we are constantly laughed at. Do you want to learn how to eat?"

The child hesitated for a moment, then stood up and patted his clothes, not caring about the patches on them. He bowed earnestly and said, "Please teach me, sir."

Qu Hanxiu smiled complacently, stroked his beard and said, "This young man is teachable."

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

The old man held the cake and explained with great excitement, "This cake can be eaten plain, soaked or eaten in water. You can eat it any way you want. Just pick it up and bite it."

“Others would eat it on an empty stomach, savoring the aroma of the grain inside the pancake.”

"Then break off a little bit and put it in duck blood soup to soak and eat. It absorbs the flavor of the duck and tastes like duck meat, but it's not duck meat. It's quite wonderful."

"Also, I have a wonderful way of eating it that I got from a little gentleman."

Qu Hanxiu raised his eyebrows, proudly took half of the pancake, stood it up, poked the soft middle of the pancake, and then pinched it hard to make a hole.
Then he put the duck blood, duck offal, and pickled radish in it and handed it to the child. The child took a big bite and when he put it in his mouth, he could taste the tough wheat-flavored cake, the soft duck blood, the crispy duck offal and radish, all kinds of tastes appeared.

His eyes widened instantly.

He took another big bite.

Qu Hanxiu stroked his beard and smiled proudly: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

The child nodded vigorously.

“So don’t be afraid to ask, don’t be afraid of what you don’t know.”

"If you don't ask, you won't know about this wonderful opportunity."

"Face, is it important?"

The child was stunned for a long time and said, "But there are always people who are unwilling to speak."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "If we could record all these things and secrets in a book and tell everyone, that would be great. Even people who can't speak can learn a lot from the book."

Qu Hanxiu smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The child replied: "Song Da."

Qu Hanxiu said: "This name is too rough and not in accordance with etiquette."

The child stood up, bowed, and said, "Please teach me, sir."

Qu Hanxiu was stunned and laughed: "You are an interesting person. No wonder you can decipher the things left by Master Mo. Well, then I will give you a name..." Qu Hanxiu stroked his beard, thought for a long time, and said: "Heroes in ancient times were born in response to the stars."

"You can just call me Song Yingxing."

"The stars are in the constellation, Changgeng is illuminating the night, and I hope you can write such a comprehensive book as you said."

"His name is Song Yingxing, and his courtesy name is Changgeng."

The child thanked him respectfully, and Qu Hanxiu left with a smile. Looking at the scenery between heaven and earth, he walked calmly to a lake near the Jiangnan city. The old man looked at the lake with a warm and peaceful expression, and stood up and walked slowly.

Nan Hanwen staggered to the dining area, but did not see Qu Hanxiu.

The shopkeeper recognized him and said, "It's Mr. Nan."

Nan Hanwen asked, "Has Mr. Qu been here before?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "Here he is, here he is. He just left a while ago. By the way, he ordered something for you..." Nan Hanwen was stunned. When he looked over, he saw only a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup where he usually sat.

Nan Hanwen was dazed, his eyes red, he turned around and staggered out.

Qu Hanxiu walked into the lake with a calm look.

[However, establishing a new ritual is not that simple. As the old saying goes, there is no creation without destruction.]

[How to break it, I thought, there is no better way than to go up again after the original ceremony is over, and how to break it completely, there is nothing more intuitive than the person who symbolizes the past ceremony falling down]

[I have become the most representative of the old rites through the event of the King of Qin coming of age. The rites of the past were all decided by me, which was considered authoritative and arbitrary. However, do you think that this is the reputation I seek?]

[Joke, such people have existed in every dynasty]

[How can I be satisfied with this, as I am pursuing fame? ]

[Now, His Majesty the Red Emperor has died for his country, which means the foundation of the old etiquette has collapsed. Now, the high-rise building built on the foundation of the old etiquette should also be overturned. After that, the new etiquette can be more natural and thorough.]

[If you don’t destroy, you won’t build. If you don’t destroy thoroughly, you won’t build thoroughly.]

[However, I, an old man, will eventually pour cold water on you. Today’s old rituals were once new rituals. Perhaps hundreds of years later, your paths will become the old ones, and they will also be broken by then. For thousands of years, it has been nothing but this.]

[I am not a foolish and loyal person who would die for the old customs]

[But, I am the first person who is willing to die for the new ritual. After my death, the last shackles of the old rituals can be completely broken. Boy, I will trouble you in the future.]

Qu Hanxiu raised his hand and straightened the gentleman's crown.

His expression was solemn and calm.

I, as an old man, will be famous for generations to come!
Rather than deceiving the world and stealing fame.

Nan Hanwen held the suicide note in his hand, and couldn't find the old man anywhere. His forehead was covered with sweat and he looked in a mess. But he heard screams and the mobilization of the Qilin Army. His face turned pale and he realized something. He rushed over, squeezed through the crowd, and was dazed.

The body of an old man lay quietly in the water.

He was white-haired, meticulously dressed, and dressed in a full set of old court dress.

Nan Hanwen staggered and sat on the ground.

The first half of his life was spent as a teacher. He weakened one country and pacified the world. He was a radical and poisonous person in the world.

In the following year, he became both a teacher and a friend. He was a corrupt scholar, stubborn, calm and indifferent.

"My boy, do you know what a [name] is?"

Nan Hanwen held the letter in his hand, opened his mouth, but remained speechless.

When the Red Emperor Ji Zichang died, Ji Yanzhong jumped off a cliff carrying Ji Ning'er on his back. The bloodline of the Red Emperor's dynasty was completely cut off. Qu Hanxiu wrote a letter to the emperor, posthumously naming him "Lie".

To be virtuous and respect one's work is called Lie.

Although he was the emperor whose lineage of the Red Emperor was cut short, he was given the fierce posthumous title of [Zun Ye].

Qu Hanxiu, the head of the Ministry of Rites and the most famous scholar of ritual in the world, jumped into the lake.

He wrote two letters, one to Nan Hanwen and one to other famous scholars in the world. In one letter, he expressed his true feelings, and in the other, he said that Chidi was killed by rebels and died for his country.

The old etiquette collapsed, but the final force turned public opinion into a whirlpool.

They all said that Emperor Ying was a rebel and the King of Qin should be the legitimate heir.

The Qin King's etiquette and laws naturally had legitimacy because Qu Hanxiu promoted them before his death.

The death of just one person can bring together the world's forces, which is also the function of etiquette and law.

What was said in the last letter.

I hope the King of Qin will defeat Emperor Ying, establish a new country and be crowned emperor, so as to gain the country in the most legitimate way.

Nan Hanwen wrote a letter to the emperor and was posthumously named Wen Zhong.

In a short period of time, there were many changes, life and death; some were majestic, some were brave, and some were calm, but in the end, it was just the beginning of one era, and another era was coming like waves, bringing shock and turmoil.

Times have changed like this.

The collapse of the eight hundred years of the Red Emperor's order meant that all the orders of the past had collapsed, even the most basic order. The entire situation became somewhat chaotic. At this time, two major events broke out completely, shattering the matter like a sharp sword.

First, Jiang Wanxiang completely violated the imperial etiquette and proclaimed himself emperor.

One of--

Emperor Ying Jiang Wanxiang and God of War Jiang Su.

Undeclared war.

He led an army of one million to attack Qin King Li Guanyi.

(End of this chapter)