Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

"Huh..."

Ying Zheng let out a long breath of turbidity, as if he was about to spit out all the heaviness in his heart, and his eyes were gloomy.

"Like the First Sino-Japanese Naval Battle, it failed again..."

, the same bright road ahead, making people feel hopeful, as if overthrowing the old system and establishing a new country is just around the corner, but the result is also the same failure.

How many people's efforts were involved in this reform?

They are all well-versed scholars, who have great righteousness in their hearts, and they cannot see the loss of national power and their gradual decline.

So we have to change!

for the sake of the world.

For the sake of the common people.

Also, for yourself.

"I don't understand how to change?" Ying

Zheng lowered his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

The Great Qin led by him was invincible, and everywhere he passed, Jin Ge Iron Horse, all countries surrendered to him under the halberd of the Qin State, so it was impossible to imagine this era of repeated defeats and loss of national power.

"It's just a pity,"

Li Si bowed and whispered below.

Spring and autumn.

"It's not uncommon for people to fail to change the law, but what happens to those who change the law?" Confucius

, and his students watched closely.

Soon, new words appeared in the sky.

[After Cixi returned to power, the first order she issued was to arrest the reformers. Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao were ordered to be hunted and killed.

[Tan Sitong, Yang Shenxiu, Lin Xu, Yang Rui and others who participated in the innovation were also wanted one after another.

With the text and picture, what appeared in front of the emperors was a desolate and desolate scene—

the streets were deserted, the streets were full of fallen leaves, and the walls were plastered with wanted portraits of reformers and bounty orders.

After Cixi came to power, overnight, the reformers shouted and beat like rats crossing the street.

"Bang bang!"

Somewhere, the wanted 'Reformer' was found, and he tried to escape, but he was surrounded on all sides.

A deafening gunshot rang out, and the man was shot and fell to the ground, his shirt stained with a large patch of blood.

He looked at the sky in confusion, at this country that could not withstand the toss, and wanted to shout.

Why? Why did it fail?

Obviously, it was about to succeed...

Falling short, falling short.

But when these words came to his mouth, a lot of blood came out.

On the other side, a ferry is drifting across the ocean.

Kang Youwei stood quietly on the deck, looking at the gloomy sky with blank eyes, and the sea breeze blowing on his face was like a bone scraper, hot and painful.

But Kang Youwei didn't feel it, and he still looked ahead blankly.

He left the country three days before the coup d'état of the Empress Dowager Cixi.

In fact, three days before the coup, he had a premonition that he would fail, so he left the city ahead of schedule to go abroad, staying in the green mountains, not afraid of running out of firewood.

This cruise ship is bound for Xiangjiang, but where is his future?

Kang Youwei held the railing on the deck with both hands until he left two clear handprints on the railing.

Liuyang Hall.

Liang Qichao hurriedly arrived, but found that Tan Sitong was still in the hall.

Looking at the resolute and serious face in front of him, Liang Qichao's face was full of bitterness, and he said hoarsely: "Run, the officers and soldiers will arrive soon."

Tan Sitong stood by the window and shook his head slowly.

He looked out the window, at the gray sky, and at the wanted portraits of the people who were reformers in the city: "I don't escape, I don't plan to escape, there is no way to do it, there is no way to future, there is no dead person who has no way to get up."

Liang Qichao opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

From Tan Sitong's eyes, he saw the will to die.

"The change failed, but I still want to do what I can to do something meaningful.

Tan Sitong turned his back to Liang Qichao and continued.

The officers and soldiers were coming, Liang Qichao gritted his teeth, and fled here alone.

[With the help of Dongying's palmistry Ito, Liang Qichao fled to Dongying. [

Before leaving the country, Liang Qichao wrote "Going to the Country" with grief and indignation: Woo Hu Ji is difficult and talented, and Confucianism is graceful. If the head is not cut, the sword is useless. Jun's friendship and revenge have not been avenged, and it is not a hero to die at the hands of thieves. Cut mercy to endure tears and go out of the country, turn around and ignore my east... Xiaoxiao is full of wind and rain, floating like a canopy, and looking at space with long hair. The road ahead is 10,000 heavy Pengshan, and I turned around and ignored my east. [

On September 24, Tan Sitong was arrested at the Liuyang Guild Hall.

"Alas!"

Looking at the words in the sky, all the people of the dynasty sighed.

The picture that reappeared was in prison.

The bright moonlight shone in through the skylight, reflecting Tan Sitong's face pale.

He had already changed into a white prison uniform, with iron shackles on his hands and feet, and even the placket was stained with mottled blood.

Even in prison, there was no fear on his face, only a trace of melancholy between his eyebrows.

He was worried about what would happen to this country after the failure

of the reform of the law?

This is a strong man who rushed into the prison and was five big and three thick.

Broadsword King Five.

[Wang Zhengyi, who has been learning martial arts since childhood, is called 'Big Sword King Five' because he ranks fifth among his brothers.

He's here to rob the prison.

But Tan Sitong refused: "Thank you, but it doesn't make sense to save or not, because this country is no longer saved."

Wang Wu was speechless.

He is a rough man and can't understand the Four Books and Five Classics, but at least the etiquette is filial piety, and the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband.

The Tan Sitong he knows should be a pioneer who dares to be the world, and there is always light in his eyes.

But now, he saw despair.

Wang Wu left, and his wife Li Yan came.

She stumbled to the prison to visit, and she cried deeply: "My biggest regret is that I didn't give birth to a son and a half daughter for you, you are a national hero, and you should have descendants to inherit your blood

!" In this regard, Tan Sitong just smiled apologetically: "Ah Yan, I am sorry for you in this life, if there is a next life, I will marry you!"

As for children, there is no need, our children are born in a troubled world where there is no hope, it is better not to be born, and when they are born, they are just slaves.

"Today, although I die, I always firmly believe that my blood and my death will awaken a country!"

When the words fell, Tan Sitong laughed and wrote an inscription in prison.

"Look at the door and stop thinking about Zhang Jian, endure death and wait for Dugan.

I smiled at the sky with my horizontal knife, and went to save the liver and gallbladder two Kunlun!" After

one night, Tan Sitong boarded the prisoner car and came to the gate of the vegetable market, where he would behead him.

At the entrance of the vegetable market, there were already people standing onlookers.

The people pointed at him and talked about it, and some of them were still insulting and laughing.

What's more, throw rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves at them.

Like an uncivilized fool.

But Tan Sitong still stood proudly, like a gun.

"I hope that I will still be resurrected for Tan in the next life, and I will awaken the common people with my blood!" "

May the nation of this country, after my death, wake up, find the right path, and open up a new country

!" "The time is coming, slash!"

With the sound of command, the hand rose and the knife fell.

Tan Sitong blood splattered.

He's dead.

He was Chinese New Year's Eve at the age of thirty-three.

PS; Everyone, please ask for a wave of praise from the five elements, thank you