The southern bank of Qinhuai, Wuyi Lane.

The jade pavilion in the jade pavilion, the dance pavilion and singing stage, and the scales and zhibi.

Li Bai, Cui Hao, Liu Yuxi, Du Mu, Li Shangyin, Wei Zhuang, the most famous poet of the Tang Dynasty once visited here.

Wang Anshi, Zhou Bangyan, Zhu Dunru, Sadula, the most outstanding poets of the Song Dynasty once came here to reminisce about the past.

Famous alleys throughout the ages, and have experienced many ups and downs...

"well!"

An old man wearing a Confucian shirt and an extraordinary demeanor looked calm and looked at his house with grey tiles and pink walls, carved beams and painted buildings with a slight sadness. He sighed: "In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall flew into the homes of ordinary people."

The sound is trembling.

This person is the world's literary master and the scholar Huang Daoyi.

Fortunately, I escaped the last great purge that caused the Jiangnan region, and originally thought that it could eliminate the disaster.

But I don't want to, I can't escape...

His daughter married into the Confucius family in Shandong, and the Kong family was a relative of the Wang family in Langya.

Because of this connection, Hengnan burned back to Jinling from Shandong again.

The great cleaning that had just subsided for less than two days was ignited again.

As the "source of the disaster", the Huang family was the first to be confiscated and exiled.

The house was filled with sad voices.

The only thing that is fortunate is that this round of house searches is the same as the previous round of house searches.

Unless you are determined to leave and resist and cause trouble, no one will urge you to leave the house within a limited time.

No one will beat or scold.

Even if he ignored his private property, he could not help but enter and exit within a limited time...

As long as you don’t bring a box, don’t think about selling your property or running away.

I didn't have the chance to bring it, and the bank account warehouses of each company were first controlled.

What is the rest of the private room worth...

It is precisely because of this that Huang Daoyi has time to pay tribute to his ancestral home again...

"Father……"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt walked over with his steps, his eyes were red and his face was so sad.

"I am a Confucian Confucianism and self-cultivation, and do not be happy with things or be sad with myself.

Although traveling far away from homeland is a mourning thing, Hei Liao is also the land of China.

Farming and reading can also be used to pass on family members.

Why are you so sad?”

Huang Daoyi's faint Tao.

The middle-aged man was his son, named Huang Chang. He bowed and choked and said, "Father, father-in-law, he is gone..."

When Huang Daoyi heard this, his face changed finally. His eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "Although Mr. Cangyue loves Du Kang, he is healthy.

In the early days, I met him, how could he suddenly happen?”

Before he finished speaking, he thought of something and his eyes stagnated...

Huang Chang said sadly: "My father-in-law and his father-in-law left their last words. He was born in Wuyi Lane and grew up in Wuyi Lane. He did not seek fame and fortune, but only loved to read and drink.

A lifetime is enough, how can one be humiliated by an ordinary man?”

With the last words, Huang Chang roared with grief!

When Huang Daoyi heard this, his face turned pale and in an instant, he got much older.

It was not because of an old friend's death, but because he saw the intention of death in the eyes of his only son.

Confucianism still dies, respects death.

The dead are the greatest.

only……

Huang Daoyi looked at his son who was more qualified than his, sighed: "Chang'er, life and death are small, and Taoism is the greatest.

Zhang Ziyan: Our Confucian scholars should establish their minds for the heaven and earth, establish their destiny for the people, inherit their unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages!

The unique knowledge of the past saints always needs to be passed on by Confucian scholars.

On this day of the Confucian catastrophe, Cangyue Gong thought that he was dead as a pleasure, but he buried many holy paths.

If the Huang family really wants someone, they need to die to prove their reputation. I hope that person is not you..."

"Father!!"

When Huang Chang heard this, he heard what Huang Daoyi meant. He looked at Huang Daoyi in shock and said sadly: "How dare I force my father to go... My father is a great scholar respected in the world, and he should be able to pass on the unique knowledge of the past saints."

In the words, there is a strong desire for martyrdom.

Huang Daoyi smiled heavily and said, "Chang'er, can't you see through it? It's harder to live than to die.

Just bear with the heart that you can bear the weight of the holy path as your father?

The lonely book in the Huang Family Library is my father, and I can't remember it completely no matter what."

"Father……"

Huang Chang burst into tears and looked at Huang Daoyi and said, "We have never done evil, we are friendly to the villagers, and we don't even do officials, we don't fight for power and profit, we just farm and study and pass on our family, and cultivate our character.

The Huang family is full of gentlemen!

Why do you have to suffer this disaster?”

When Huang Daoyi heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes and shook his head and said, "I look at the person who is a person in Ciyuan, although he is domineering and arrogant, he is disrespectful to Confucianism and Taoism.

But……

Not a tyrannical person.

I really can't think of why he would do this."

"Master, Master..."

The father and son were talking when they saw the old butler Huang Zhong running over in panic.

Even the servants and maids of the Huang family can read classics, and the housekeeper is even more familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, and is a master.

He always follows courtesy when he acts and speaks.

When have you ever seen such a posture?

"What's the matter?"

Huang Daoyi asked in surprise.

Huang Zhong was crying, his body trembled, his eyes were frightened, and he choked and said, "Master, the Zhao family next door, the Li family, the Gongyang family, and the Master Qiu, Master Wang, Master Sun from Confucius Temple Street...them, they..."

"What's wrong with them?"

Huang Daoyi asked in a trembling voice.

Huang Zhong cried, "These masters, they wanted to take advantage of their time to worship their ancestors and go on a boat to find a place to hide in the Taoyuan, and wait until the thief who did the opposite will die before coming out.

But I didn't expect that before I got on the boat, I was caught by those evil people. All of these masters... were killed!"

"puff!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Daoyi squirted out a mouthful of blood and fell on the white Confucian robe, like plum blossoms, sad...

These people are all great scholars of the world and the world's literary talent!!

What crime do they have?!

God, unfair!!

...

"Jia Huan, do you have to do this?"

Emperor Longzheng, who was inspecting the factory along the river, stood by the Yangtze River with his hands in his arms and asked with a sigh.

Even he was thrilled in his heart by killing so many famous scholars in the world at one time.

After twenty years of retreat, these people joined hands to write a letter, and even influenced the Supreme Emperor Ying Xuan's idea.

All the officials in the dynasty must respect their opinions.

But now...

He was ordered by Jia Huan to kill them all.

Jia Huan stood beside Emperor Longzheng, half a step behind, and whispered: "Your Majesty, the higher the reputation of these people, the less they can stay.
To be continued...