All the emperors stand up and watch the stars of mankind shine

Song dynasty.

The consequence of the failure of the law change was the framing and strife between the friends, and the old Wang Anshi was silent in the midst of continuous attacks.

In the past, he just wanted to emulate Shang Martingale and strengthen this Great Song.

He wanted to find the reason for his failure.

Until he saw the picture on the gold list, the old figure trembled.

"As it is, real reform is a flame and death burning."

"I see you sheltering a flame that will ignite this dark world."

"It will grow into a great country."

Wang Anshi's gaze fell on the words of the greatest country in history, and finally his voice was low and excited.

"Is there really such a country?"

The picture of the gold list continues at this moment

After Zhang Taiyan was arrested, Zou Rong worried about his friend and took the initiative to surrender.

Zhang Taiyan, who forgot his old friend, was imprisoned for his preface, how could he survive and steal his life?

In prison, the boy with iron whip marks on his body pulled his head, his chest heaving violently, allowing the open flesh to bleed.

"Who the hell instructed you to slander the imperial court, and how many accomplices do you still have, say!"

Torture, torture, darkness.

The weak Zou Rong's lips were pale, and only the red blood stains were shocking.

He smiled, wanton and defiant, even though his spine could no longer straighten.

"Er and others can only kill me, but they can't erase my heart, even if Jiading Three Slaughters and what about it, one of me died, and there are countless lights in my civil country!"

After saying too much in one breath, he breathed rapidly, his wandering eyes lifted, and he looked out the window, and his laughter became clearer.

"Father, father... I lived up to what my teenager said. "

Such laughter and the graceful gesture of putting life and death aside made the Qing court officials who interrogated change their faces, angry and fearful.

This is the thirty-first year of Guangxu, February 1905.

The boy was seriously ill, his cough became more and more intense, and he lay in the grass, dying.

The weeds in the pile were a little eye-catching, but Zou Rong didn't care anymore.

He leaned against the grass, his breathing was a little weak, and his eyes were almost open.

He knew he was going to die.

Died in the spring of twenty-one years.

The blurred vision suddenly seemed to see his life.

I remember when I was twelve, the weather was cold and the wind was howling.

At that time, he was ordered by his father to go to Ba County to participate in the boy scout examination.

The exam questions are too strange, completely useless for the development of the new era, now the West is developing extremely fast, this so-called Qing Dynasty is still pedantic and imprisoned culture, after telling the examiner, the examiner disdained and rebuked himself.

Haoshou Poor Sutra, quoting scriptures from one or two words, and forcefully explaining to the sage's remarks, is such a imperial examination really useful?

I didn't know, so I angrily walked away and left.

When he returned home that day, his father beat himself up hard.

But they will not be convinced, even if they are beaten, they will not agree, can everyone learn and prove that they are right?

So the stubbornness of the young man's heart raised his head and stared at his father's disappointed eyes: "The smelly eight strands are unwilling to learn, the whole scene is unwilling to enter, and the fame of the world is declining, what is the use of gaining it?" "

My father didn't care what he thought, he always believed that readers should have a reputation, or at least get an official system in the Manchu officialdom.

So he forced himself again to enter the Jingxue Academy in the mountain city to continue studying the Way of Confucius and Meng.

How can the teenager's self be soft?

In front of his husband, he did not shy away.

"The way of Yao Shun, not suitable today, Kong Meng sage, pedantic, Cheng Zhu's words, but false Taoism."

Bo Gufei is not modern, and even often discusses with his classmates the news of saving the country and the people, and was naturally expelled from the academy.

A year later, the thirteen-year-old self saw with his own eyes the failure of the Pengpen Transformation Law, and the news came that Tan Si and the other six gentlemen had died in the sky.

Tan Sitong, Mr. Tan is gone!

And what about yourself?

It's okay, I'll continue!

At that time, I knew that this court was not saved.

If you want to get this mountain and river back on your feet, you can only take a new path.

Tan Si fell with them, as well as himself, and descendants!

His father seemed to be bent on asking him to read the Way of Confucius and Meng, and even if he entered the Shancheng Classical Academy, he was still a needle and a bad time, discussing the politics of the dynasty, and the academy was afraid of being implicated, so he directly removed himself.

"On that day, I knew that I had my own path, the same path as my predecessors, and it would eventually be completed by my descendants."

"I'm the one who continues the path..."

When I opened my eyes, the memories in my mind gradually dissipated.

Zou Rong knew that he was about to die.

In the dark prison, the twenty-one-year-old muttered, his eyes seemed to suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, and he looked ahead.

He was laughing, smiling very well, and the boy's appearance was particularly handsome.

"I see, my country, I see, really see!"

He struggled, looking at the flame that swayed in the darkness, trembling and stretching out his hand, suddenly struggling to grasp it in his palm.

Until the end, the palm fell silently, reflecting the wet weeds....

In loneliness, the teenager died.

This moment.

Su Shi, who could only see party strife in the Great Song Dynasty, had just opened a school in Danzhou.

In the Great Song Law, exile here is only a lesser sin than killing the head.

He looked at the golden list in the sky, and in the picture, the boy died suddenly, and his eyes were inexplicably red.

"What a wind bone? Is this the backbone of the early thinkers of that great country? "

"Can this country really be successfully created?"

Daming.

Hai Rui, who has been unwavering all his life, saw the teenager move forward again and again, stepping on the road of the front, and cutting thorns for the back, and finally trembled and burst into tears.

He was also confused, but he saw the afterlife, saw his descendants, the ancestors of the posterity.

"These people are in this country, I want to see him bloom."

Ming dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched this scene in silence.

The boy died, dying at that graceful age, as if he had lit a fire with himself.

Yes, he Zhu Yuanzhang started in cloth, fought all the way to the south and the north, expelled the Tatars, sheltered the Han people in the world, and killed many innocent people in the process.

But if you encounter such a person, how can you deal with the people who fight against the system for the sake of the people?

Even if it is death, it will ignite the flame of the people of the world.

What kind of country are they going to build?

This emperor looked at the dark picture in the sky, as if in the mud of decay and darkness, and saw the first flames.

He closed his eyes suspiciously.

Li Shanchang, who was standing behind him, did not speak, and his expression was a little sluggish.

Composed...... What will the prosperity of the country created by such people look like?

Rich as the Great Song, majestic as the Great Tang?

Or is it a new look!?

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