Houfu Key Class

The content of the announcement was relatively detailed, placing the blame on Fan Ding's meticulous frame-up, allowing the people to transfer all their anger at the imperial court for wrongfully accusing Prime Minister Yan to Fan Ding.

"It turns out that the big shot captured that day was Fan Ding. That old thief was so well-dressed, how could he look so incorruptible?"

"Twelve years of grievances... My God, I still remember Yan Xiang coming to see our disaster last year. Such a big official came to this shabby place in person. He was dressed plainly and looked like a good official."

"Prime Minister Yan has been stigmatized for so many years, and he never figured out where he was corrupt until his death... I really want to cry to death. How can there be such bad people in this world? When will the old thief Fan Ding be executed? ?”

"After Autumn, after Autumn, after the autumn harvest is finished, we will all come to see that old thief die. If there is a chance, I will definitely go up and kick him a few times!"

"Yes, we must see him die with our own eyes. Only after he dies can we relieve our anger and comfort Prime Minister Yan's spirit in heaven."

"Strict Prime Minister, let's go on a safe journey..."

…

After reading the announcement, the people started to feel angry and dissatisfied, and finally started to cry because of Prime Minister Yan's injustice. Those tears included those of joy and some of grievance.

Not far away, the Yan family members were standing in the corner, sobbing. They were crying that Prime Minister Yan had finally been vindicated, and they were also crying that the innocence had come too late.

Even though the Zong family has sent people to give them a better place to live, even if their food and accommodation are better now than when Prime Minister Yan was still there, this kind of financial wealth cannot make people ignore the despair and pain.

What hurts them is that all the elders and men in the family are gone. As early as twelve years ago, the Yan family completely collapsed and could never get back up.

Zong Wenxiu didn't know what to say, so he just stayed silently with his mother and aunts, feeling heavy in his heart.

The General's Mansion.

The old marquis and the old lady personally watched Zong Die change his name, and changed Baili Weihong's name to Yan Suxue, and openly and honestly remembered it next to Zong Yan in the name of his wife.

The old lady couldn't see Zong Yan's memorial tablet. After changing the tablet, she left as if running away.

Zong Zhao came in after they left, picked up the handkerchief next to him, and wiped the tablet clean little by little. The small characters on it were "Second Son of the Nineteenth Generation of the Zong Family" and the large characters were "Zong Yan's Position".

While wiping, he remembered the night of the expedition. The weather was very good. Sixteen-year-old Zong Yan was so excited that he couldn't sleep. He came to his room and squeezed into the same bed with him. They are twin brothers. Although they look different, they are very close.

Zong Yan has admired him since he was a child. He always chases him and asks questions. He talks a lot: "Brother, do you think our expedition will go smoothly this time? The southern border is easier to fight than Youguo. Can we do the same? Like Luo Jingfeng, become a general respected by everyone in the army? "

Although Luo Jingfeng controlled the military power and refused to hand it over, although the emperor was afraid of him, his achievements were indelible. Everyone in the army and the martial arts academy wanted to become the second Luo Jingfeng, who was infinitely famous.

Zong Zhao replied seriously: "It's unlikely. The fact that the southern border is easy to fight means that even if you win, you won't be able to achieve the same achievements as Luo Jingfeng, because the achievements are not that great."

Zong Yan was depressed for a second, and then quickly returned to his excited state: "That's okay, brother, you are the number one scholar in both civil and military affairs. You are brave and resourceful in fighting, and you will definitely be more powerful than Luo Jingfeng. And I have a hunch that our It will definitely be a satisfying experience! ”

Zong Zhao felt the same way, but he had always been relatively modest and only reminded: "It's good to come back safely. The battlefield is ruthless and the sword has no eyes, so you need to be careful."

Zong Yan turned over and continued to say happily: "What are you afraid of? The fate of a soldier is to die on the battlefield. Even if you die, you will sacrifice your life for the country and honor your ancestors. Besides, although I am not as powerful as you, brother, I am still the number one in our martial arts academy." 1. The pride of the dean. You don’t know how much the people in our martial arts academy admire me, just like I admire my brother!”

Zong Zhao was drowsy due to his talk. Seeing that it was getting late, he reminded: "Go to bed quickly. We have to go to the military camp early tomorrow morning. We are not generals and cannot be left waiting. Even if my uncle is here, we have to Make a name for yourself.”

"Yes! We have to rely on ourselves!" Zong Yan swore, "When I come back, I must put on the general armor and show my mother a good look. This will be my best-looking clothes!"

…

Time flies, things change and people change.

The young night talk ten years ago finally became a memory. He... failed to bring Zong Yan back.

Zong Zhao thought about Zong Yan's heroic words of sacrificing his life for the country, and his chest felt like it was being grasped by sharp claws. The pain was so painful that he couldn't calm down for a long time. The simple Zong Yan didn't know until his death that the person who brought them to this point... was always one of his own.

He wiped the tablet over and over again, trying to use repetitive movements to soothe the hatred, impulse, and violence in his heart.

Night falls.

The dishes and chopsticks had been placed in the courtyard. Xu Wan waited for a long time but did not see Zong Zhao come back. When she asked, she found out that he had been staying in the ancestral hall all day.

For children in key classes, the ancestral hall is a place where they often go to kneel down and write self-reflections; but for Yu Zongzhao, it is a place where the memorial tablets of his elders... and his younger brother are placed.

Xu Wan thought about this and finally couldn't sit still.

Outside the Zong family ancestral hall, Cuizhi and others were guarding outside. Xu Wan walked in quietly and saw Zong Zhaoku sitting on the futon, holding Zong Yan's tablet and handkerchief.

Xu Wan's heart skipped a beat, and her footsteps froze in place.

Everyone knows that the two legitimate sons of the Zong family went to war, one died in battle and the other disappeared. But now the missing people are back, but those who died in the battle cannot be resurrected.

Zong Yan is still Zong Zhao's younger brother. Not being able to protect his younger brother and bring him back safely must be the biggest pain and regret in his heart.

Xu Wan didn't know how to persuade him. She always felt that anything she said at this time was powerless.

But she still walked over slowly, squatted down, looked at him at eye level, and whispered: "When Wen Xiu was promoted to the second son of the second house two years ago, my mother-in-law told me some things about Zong Yan. He is a lively, smiling and likable person, right?"

Zong Zhao always answered her questions, but this time he was in a low mood and rarely replied to her.

Xu Wan was not discouraged and continued: "No wonder my mother-in-law is so smart. She was deceived by Jin Cheng before. She should have wanted to compensate Zong Yan for her years of doting on Jin Cheng, right?"

Zong Zhao raised his head to look at her. Under the weak moonlight, her expression was gentle and powerful.

Xu Wan pointed to the sky outside and said gently, "I often hear people say that after a person dies, he or she will fly to the sky and turn into shining stars. He or she does not disappear, but stands high up and watches from afar, blessing his or her loved ones. So there are often people who like to look at the vast starry sky, and through the stars and the moon, see the people they want to see."