The people sitting there were all shocked.

After a long time, Chunyu Nanyan asked first, "Did your Highness say what to do now?"

Shang Baiheng said solemnly: "Your Highness... I want to join Jiang Shoufu."

Everyone's face changed suddenly.

Zhou Ci said in a hurry: "Your Highness, how can you be in danger! The time is not yet ripe, Jiang Shoufu is a towering tree, if he does not fall down, the official capital that has worked so hard to stand for 'Xuan Yin' will be wasted. Even His HighnessThey're all in danger."

Shang Baiheng closed his eyes and fell into some kind of contemplation. When he opened his eyes again, he said with a deep expression: "I don't think the time is ripe. Make a big effort, then decline again, and die three times. The Jiang family has gone through the previous surveillance turmoil.The hearts of all parties were at odds, the death of the eldest prince pushed the Jiang family to the forefront, and the remonstrance of Wen Lan's death had aroused the anger of the underprivileged scholars all over the world. If the news of Wen Lan's death leaked out, criticisms would come in overwhelming numbers.Taking advantage of the victory to pursue and fight hard, it is not without the opportunity to shake the foundation of the Jiang family's ruling."

Zhou Ci was still in a hurry: "Daozhi, what if it happens! Look at what will happen to Wen Lan! Wen Lan is only participating in impeachment of Jiang's party, and His Highness is directly impeaching Jiang Shoufu. How can we ensure that he is safe?!"

Shang Baiheng said: "Your Highness has already considered this. To ensure safety, two assistances are needed. One is to ask the Chunyu government to secretly contribute to the flames, and the other is to ask the Beiyuan palace to participate in the impeachment of Marshal Jiang in terms of military affairs."

Chunyu Nanyan listened with a downcast face all the time, and when she heard this, she exchanged a look with Shang Baiheng, nodded and said: "Chunyu Gongfu has long been obedient to His Highness's orders, as long as His Highness orders, he will die."

She paused, her eyes gradually turned sharp and she said: "Your Highness, this plan is very good. If the Jiang family has troubles with both the government and the army, they will be overwhelmed and unable to take care of themselves. It's just that the Beiyuan Palace has never been involved in the internal affairs of the court. I'm afraid the young prince will cooperate."Difficult."

Shang Baiheng had no worries on his face, and said inscrutablely: "Your Highness has made arrangements for this matter.

Chunyu Nanyan sensed confidence from Shang Baiheng's expression, and she said: "That's it, it's still the same. We still need an article, and this article must be able to empathize with scholars all over the world. Mr. Shang, you are a writer.You are a leader in the world, and I would like to ask you to write about this matter."

Shang Baiheng took out another letter and said solemnly: "This is Wen Lan's last letter, please read it."

Everyone circulated it, and all of them burst into tears.

Yan Ling'er cried so much that her body trembled slightly, she threw herself into Chunyu Nanyan's arms.

Chunyu Nanyan was stiff for a moment, and then gently patted Yan Ling'er's back to help her relax.

Chunyu Nanyan's eyes were red, and she said to Yan Ling'er in a sobbing voice: "My Highness, don't be sad, the wind has come, the yellow sand will be blown away, and the sky will be clear in the world. Does the princess believe in Nanyan?"

"I believe it." Yan Ling'er wiped her tears on Chunyu Nanyan's shoulder and leaned affectionately.

"Mr. Wen's final letter is in front of you. I, Shang Daozhi, will write a sacrificial oration for you." Shang Baiheng turned his gaze away from the two of them, and then walked to the desk.The general will use the sacrificial rites as a call to arms, Duke Wen, if you know anything under the spring, wait and see."

That night, "Wen Gong's Juebi Shu" was circulated among the students.The students were distraught and angry.

The students in the Guozijian were the most concentrated. They were all beating their chests and weeping bitterly as they read Wen Lan's last book.

A student held up the copy of the last letter and said tremblingly: "Master Wen is clean and righteous, and he is a model for the world! He should be called Mr. Wen! However, why did such a good official and the backbone of the nation die in prison?!"

Some students held the copy of Wen Lan's memorabilia before her death and pointed to the sky and asked: "Master Wen's memorandum is clearly written, who is guilty and who is guilty, and the evidence of each crime is clear at a glance! Why is there an interrogation?"

Some students glared and asked: "Your Majesty has decreed that torture is not allowed! Who dares to disobey the holy will? Is torture to force a confession to be changed, changing black to white?!"

One of the students named Dong Zhengfu cried bitterly. He jumped onto the desk and angrily said: "Under the blue sky and broad daylight, treacherous ministers are in power, persecuting loyal and good people!"

All the students should drink, hissing and cursing.

Dong Zhengfu shouted: "My generation has studied poetry and books so far, the future is bleak, and the ambition is unrewarded. The superiors cannot plead for the people, and the subordinates cannot understand the people's feelings. They teach us loyalty and obedience every day, but what is the use of obedience! Has the world changed for the better?!"

Everyone should say: "Rebellious ministers and thieves are in power, and they have already abandoned loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. How can the world be safe?"

Dong Zhengfu held up his final letter, raised his arms full of tears and shouted: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. We read the books of sages and do loyal deeds. We should follow Wen Gong as a model and follow suit!"

"After Wen Gong," the students wept bitterly, and they all read the content of Wen Lan's last book, "This generation Xiao Xiao, a vicious moth, will have nowhere to escape!"

"The slight words of the Duke of Wen today will make thousands of people deaf and deaf; the gentleness of the Duke of Wen today will brighten the dark night."

"Will never give up, just look at me!"

The crowd ignited.

At this time, someone rushed to deliver a stack of manuscripts, and said excitedly: "Here is an "Official Document for the Sacrifice of the Way of Business"."

Everyone read it, and someone immediately said enthusiastically: "This is a printed copy written by Shang Baiheng, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy!"

Shang Baiheng's literary fame has been unmatched by anyone in the past ten years, and all the students immediately admired and circulated it: "This man is the number one scholar in Lianzhong Sanyuan! A leader in the literary world! A role model for my generation!"

"I'll read it for everyone," Dong Zhengfu received the sacrificial text from a high place, and read aloud, "Mr. Wen has gone, leaving me alone to face the confusion. Where do I go? I am a scholar, useless, neither a knife to kill an enemy nor a sword to kill an enemy.I don’t have a sword to kill evil, but I have a voice of truth and righteousness, and a loyal backbone.”

Dong Zhengfu burst into tears again: "Scholars have nothing else to serve the country, but the pen in their hand is a knife." I asked the sky with my pen, why the world is muddy and unclear?To what extent? When will Qingzheng wait? Fortunately, Wen Gong has already ignited the light, and the wildfire will start a prairie fire, and it will only take a moment, and you will be rampant in a short time!"

The students listened, cried, and hated. They gradually read aloud neatly: "The time has come, God bless Da Jing. I have Wen Gong's blood book. Even if the road ahead is rough, let him be a tiger, a leopard, and a wolf, and we will be poor."I can't give up!"

"Pursuing after all!!"

"Pursue it hard!!!"

"Wen Gong's Jue Bi Shu" and "Shang Dao Zhi Ji Wen Gong Wen" are also circulated among officials. This night, how many people are crying bitterly under the lamp, how many people are having trouble sleeping in the middle of the night, and how many people are complaining.

Just look at tomorrow.

It was night, a person who claimed to be the treasurer of the "Hai Yan" delivered a post to the concierge of Beiyuan Palace.

Beiyuan Palace rarely sees outsiders, but the concierge's expression turned serious when he saw the post, and he didn't dare to neglect it, and directly presented it to Song Beiming.

Then this faceless "honored guest" was invited to the flower hall.

The person Song Beiming met in person called him the name on the post: "Shen Qian."

Shen Qian's ears twitched, thinking that this little prince, like his own master, used to call people by their names first, and he called them very fiercely.

Shen Qian said calmly: "Shen Zhiyu, the shopkeeper of Haiyan Firearms Shop, is here to help the prince strengthen his army."

Song Beiming snorted coldly, didn't answer, and didn't look at Shen Qian.

Fang Xun stepped forward and asked: "Firearms are government-owned, you have no rank and no rank, who gave you the courage to do illegal business?"

Shen Qian said neither humble nor overbearing: "Shen can get the firearms and dare to open a business, so naturally he has the approval of a respectable person. Although it is not an official title now, it does not mean that it will not be in the future."

Fang Xun asked, "Who do you take orders from?"

Shen Qian said: "The general also said just now that the business of the Haiyan can't be put on the table yet, and it is naturally inconvenient to say the name of my master."

Fang Xun said coldly: "Since it is so dishonest, let's not discuss this business."

Shen Qian said unhurriedly: "Right now, Da Jing is the only one that can sell Qin's magical firearms, and only this batch of goods. If the Beiyuan Palace doesn't buy it, I'll look for other buyers."

Song Beiming's expression was unclear, as if he was tired of listening, he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

Fang Xun didn't dare to make a decision and said nothing, just looked at Shen Qian.

In fact, Shen Qian was so nervous that his back was numb, but he still tried his best to appear calm and composed: "My master said that although we are in the arms business for profit, we also have a heart of loyalty. The master confessed that Beiyuan soldiers are loyalYidan, as long as there is a good product, you must first ask the Beiyuan Palace if you want it, and then make other plans. Shen must go through this formality when he comes today. I don’t worry about selling the goods in my hand. If you refuseMe, I also let go of the sale."

Song Beiming remained silent.

Fang Xunbian then asked, "How about the price?"

"One hundred thousand taels of silver each, ten in total," Shen Qian was originally worried about the price of this quotation, but today the other party's various reactions were expected by the master, so he gained confidence and said decisively, "a total of one million taelssilver."

Fang Xun was stunned, and with a sneer, he quickly drew his knife and put it on Shen Qian's neck: "I don't know who is so kind to help Beiyuan fight against the enemy. It turns out that they are here to steal money."

Shen Qian was not surprised that the other party showed his sword. His master had expected this scene, so he was not particularly frightened, and he spoke calmly: "Shen also said just now, whenever there is a good product on Haiyan, it will be sold first.I came to ask Beiyuan Palace, this is the real sincerity. As for the price, it is indeed a bit high. But now there is only this batch, there is a market price, we are doing business, what is wrong with waiting for the price? Furthermore, thisHowever, I still have brothers under me to take care of the head business, so I hope the general will understand.”

Fang Xun said sternly: "One hundred thousand taels is enough to spend two months for the whole army of the Snow Walking Army. With you, just buy one cannon? There must be a limit to earning money, don't break the rules."

Shen Qian said more and more smoothly: "General, why don't you calculate how many casualties can be reduced by one artillery piece? If ten artillery pieces are placed on the Langfeng Pass, they can deter the Mangrong Army outside the Langfeng Mountain!"

Fang Xun looked cold.

Song Beiming slowly opened his eyes, staring sharply at Shen Qian.

Shen Qian's composure since entering the mansion was directly pierced by Song Beiming's gaze.He shuddered, trying to maintain his composure and said: "As far as I know, the Shenji artillery of the Snow-Treading Army is still a waste artillery left over from the Shenji case five years ago, and Da Jing's remaining artillery is all in Jiangxi Army.Every autumn when the Snow-Treading Army goes to Jiang Xijun to borrow guns, they have to scrape off a layer of skin. Not only does it cost money, but they are also constrained. As long as the Snow-Treading Army has their own artillery, within five years, Beiyuan will be able to make up for it.”

Song Beiming's eyes were sharp, looking at Shen Qian as if he had a thorn in his body.

Shen Qian went on to say with horror: "Besides, my master has also ordered, because it is the first business, Haiyan needs to see the sincerity of Beiyuan Palace. If this order is completed, the future business is easy to negotiate, and the price is also high."Very negotiable."

Song Beiming snorted: "Deal."

Shen Qian's cold sweat had slipped down his back, hearing this sound, it was like receiving amnesty.

Song Beiming closed his eyes and said, "See off the guests."

Shen Qian didn't even have a chance to say a word, so he was sent out by the guards.

Fang Xun watched Shen Qian go out, and then turned to Song Beiming for instructions: "Master, let him go like this? We don't even know who his master is."

Song Beiming sat upright and said, "I dare to give one million taels of silver, but he dare not take it away. It's not easy to know where it's going with such a large amount of money? His master can't hide behind it for long."

Fang Xun went over and poured Song Beiming a cup of Guben tea: "But their privately-owned magic artillery is a prohibited business."

Song Beiming drank Guben tea, but he didn't know the taste.

The last time drank this tea, it was the night when the tea was burnt and offended Yan Xi.

Song Beiming hadn't been close to that person for only a few days, and he felt empty in his heart.

He drank half of the glass without appetite, put it back and said: "If you dare to do this kind of business here, if you can really send artillery, then they are not prohibited. Someone must have nodded. They dare to take the name of the business, Just waiting for the day when the name will be rectified. I see that they will dare to hang the signboard in Jingdu openly without a few orders. At that time, the Shenjiying, which is in charge of the Ministry of Works Yu Heng Qingli Department, will be replaced."

Having said that, Song Beiming paused.

Ministry of Works Yu Hengqing has no doctor now, and Xuan Yin is acting as the chief.The Shenji camp under Xuan Yin's rule, it is said that after some rectification, it is gradually resuming work and rebuilding Shenji firearms.

It won't be long before Xuan Yin and Haiyan will confront each other head-on.

He chanted these two names, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Fang Xun didn't keep up with Song Beiming's train of thought, and still felt sorry for Qian: "It's not easy for us to get the money because we were cheated out of such a large amount of money."

Song Beiming snorted coldly: "Don't want to be tricked? Did the official Shenji Battalion give us artillery?"

Fang Xun bowed his head and said, "No."

Song Beiming said without knowing his joy or anger: "But this Haiyan ship came to us. As long as it is a real artillery, it is not a scam. I accept the sincerity of their master; we really need to give some sincerity to the first business.I would like to see, what kind of force is their master going?"

Fang Xun thought for a while, but couldn't answer.

But Song Beiming smiled frivolously: "Not long ago, the Ministry of Works lost Qin's magic map and Qin Ji, and now a Haiyan has come. We have been searching for a long time and can't find the person who snatched things in front of our eyes. NowOne million taels of silver can make him show up. It's not expensive, but it's worth it."

The next day, Yan Xi submitted a memorial directly to the early court. As the head of the sixth-rank Ministry of Works, he asked for an audience. Shocked by all the officials, he walked into Fengtian Hall and read aloud the impeachment letter against Jiang Shoufu.

The book listed Jiang Shoufu's various crimes of manipulating the court and persecuting Zhongliang, and presented Wen Lan's last blood letter in court.

Yan Xi stood in the middle of the hall with a pale face and weak body, dressed in a blue official uniform.

He looked so thin, with a slender waist tied in an official uniform, as if anyone could put him to death with a little force.

However, such a tender-faced young official walked towards the head of the civil servants step by step, and then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, threw Wen Lan's blood book directly on Jiang Shoufu's face, and asked repeatedly: "Mr.?”

"Jin Yiwei is directly under His Majesty, why would he go against His Majesty's will and do something else?"

"Your Majesty wants to ask all the officials to judge. Is Jin Yiwei the personal guard of His Majesty, or Jiang's eagle dog?"

"Whose idea surpasses His Majesty's, and can turn the clouds upside down and turn black and white?"

There was an uproar in Fengtian Hall.

Yan Xi was tall and tall, his eyes were glamorous.

He looked at Jiang Pu coldly, and then glanced at every official in the Supreme Hall, there was only coldness in his clear eyes.

His gaze finally passed by the head of the general, King Beiyuan, and he paused for a moment, and the two men's eyes briefly met.

Yan Xi lowered her eyelashes, and slightly raised the corners of her lips in an unclear manner.

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Note ①: "Scholars have nothing to serve the country, only the pen in their hand to make a knife" is adapted from Zou Taofen's "Third Journal of Anti-Japanese War".The whole poem is as follows: I am worried about Lu Chenren's nightmare, and I can't bear to watch the slanderous history.Thinking of taking advantage of the wind and thunder to open up a new world, but not forgetting the iron and blood to punish the puppet dynasty.How can the evil fox bark for a long time, and the atmosphere of barbarians will disappear with the remnant snow.There is nothing a scholar can do to serve his country except a pen in his hand like a knife.