Spring and Autumn I Am King

When they learned that Confucius was going to Ji's Palace, the disciples were shocked: "Master, Fei Ren is storming there, you can't go!"

Confucius laughed at himself and said: "Have you forgotten? I am a person who has no ruler for three days, so I feel uneasy. The ruler treats me with courtesy, and I will serve him with loyalty. At this moment, I should stay in By the King's side..."

Zigong knelt on the ground and did not let him go: "Master, there are thousands of soldiers in Feiyi, and the battle is in full swing. It is too dangerous to go!"

Confucius lowered his head, helped him up, flicked the dust off his body, and said, "I know it. One Kanshu·1?k?a?nr/>

The se that Zeng ordered was gone. Today, he carried his youngest son Zeng Shen in a swaddle, and said with a bitter face: "Master, now Gongshan Bujue has been red-eyed, I'm afraid I can't persuade him any more..."

Confucius fondly touched the head of Zaohui's little Zeng Shen, who was the disciple he named to teach: "I know."

"Master, nothing can be done, a gentleman is not involved in a dangerous situation!" All the disciples were persuading.

Confucius put his hand in his sleeve, and stepped on the car with one foot: "I also know it, but I know it can't be done, but I still want to do it. I am such a stubborn person!"

There are some things he must go to, and some responsibilities he must bear, just like his father's uncle Liang Heli held the gate of the city.

But in the face of this chaos, even lifting the car with one hand is not enough...

Gongliang Ru stomped his feet and said loudly, "Whether there is water or fire ahead, we are willing to go with the Master!"

"We want to go, we want to go!" All the disciples gathered around the carriage.

Confucius dismissed them and said, "Give me a car, and you can accompany me by my side, so you can go back, click, you two restrain your disciples, keep an eye on the city gate, and when Zhao Xiaosikou enters the city, he will be able to eliminate him. The chaos, to prevent Gongshan from killing the lord. The person who robbed the monarch and let Lu Bang retain the last bit of dignity..."

As for me... Confucius remembered Lao Tzu's metaphor for him, he was a moth flapping its thin wings and resolutely flying towards the flames.

Zeng Dian suddenly wanted to say goodbye to the master. Yan Hui saluted respectfully, but a rare look of worry appeared on his always happy and cheerful face.

Under the reluctance of countless pairs of eyes, the carriage ran on the streets, turned left and right in the twists and turns of the lanes, and finally reached the avenue.

There are still many rioters fighting here. They were looting, but they couldn't tell which group of people it was.

"Uncle Da Zong's car is here, and those who block it will be killed without mercy!"

Zilu held a halberd, and when he saw someone trying to come over, he looked at them angrily, and used his roar and the weapon in his hand to frighten them away. Zigong held the eight bridles tightly, pressed over the corpse, bypassed the obstacles, and drove the carriage smoothly.

"Confucius, it's Confucius!"

In Qufu, I am afraid that no one does not know this tall old man. One look at the book 1?k?a?n?s?h? In the state of Lu, no one knows his reputation, no one knows him, far better than Sanhuan. So there was no one to stop them along the way, and the three of them were allowed to go unimpeded.

This is the reputation that Confucius spent 40 years building, but it cannot support a reformation. It needs not only ideals and appeal, but also means.

When they were getting closer and closer to Ji's palace, and they could even see the soldiers of Fei Yi who were densely surrounded by the wall, Confucius suddenly stroked Zigong's back in front. He said softly: "Ci! I had a dream last night."

Zigong was shocked, but before he had time to speak, he heard Confucius continue: "I dreamed that I was sitting between two couplets to pay homage. The people of Xia were buried on the east steps, and that was the main seat; the people of Yin were buried in the east and west couplets. Between. It is between the guest seat and the main seat; Zhou people are buried on the west steps, which is the place to welcome guests. Now there is no king Ming rising, no one in the world can follow my way, if I die during this trip Now, remember to let the coffin stop between the two pairs when you go out for the funeral, because I, Confucius, are always the descendants of the Yin people. It’s the right place, as for the place of burial…”

He closed his eyes and remembered that he used to play in the upper reaches of Zhushui when he was young: "Don't look at Zhushui, which is now full of corpses and blood flowing, but when there is no war on weekdays, it is still very beautiful. After Qufu, no matter where he will lead the country of Lu, with his ability, at least the country will be at peace for a long time, and if I die, you will bury me beside the Zhushui!"

Zhao Wuxi was right, there is no bloodshed in the world, but Confucius didn't make such a decision, and he couldn't make such a hand. Just killing Shaozhengmao was enough of self-blame.

That being the case, if you want to bleed for Zhou Lizhi's last strength, please stop at Qiu Shi!

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It was the banquet of Ji's family more than 30 years ago. Kongqiu was still a villager in Zouyi who first arrived in Qufu, and was turned away by Yang Hu; Yang Hu was still a small retainer who guarded the gate, and he could only treat people with poor clothes. The guests are arrogant. It was also that night that the young Gongshan Buju officially gave the crown ceremony and received the word "Fluo". He became a low-level taxi, wearing armor and holding a halberd, and stood guard overnight for the master.

"I was standing here at the time, in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, Ji's Palace was brilliantly lit, and the feast was full of delicious food and wine I had never seen before, but I could only swallow and start from the first dish. I stood there until the cups and plates were messed up. That night, a guest stole the copper wine bottle and left under my nose, but I didn't realize it, so I was punished, hung from a tree and whipped. At that time, Ji Sunsi, who was still a boy, stood there Beside him laughed, he regarded it as a game, grabbed the whip and slapped me in the face, and urinated on my wound..."

He touched the scar on his face that could never be healed, and said viciously: "What a shame, I endured it at the time, but I also thought that sooner or later, I will make him regret it! Now it has come true! Ji Sunsi The faces of the father and son at this time must be very ugly!"

Now, Gongshan Buju is standing in the wall of Ji's Palace that was knocked open, holding a bow and arrow. He revisited the old place and looked at the master's palace, kept pointing, and told the past to his uncle and grandson next to him. .

"After I was punished, I was sent to a foreign city as a minor official for a long time, and I was depressed and could not make progress. It was not until Ji Pingzi and Lu Zhao fought openly that I became an important retainer of the Ji family together with Yanghu because of my meritorious service, and returned to the Ji family's palace. ?One~www.wuxiahere.com~ When Ji Pingzi died, he assigned me to be Fei Zai, his original intention was to use me to check and balance the increasingly powerful Yanghu..."

Shusun Noir is the concubine of Shusun's clan, and like Gongshan Buju, he is a party of Yanghu. He smiled and replied: "But Fulu finally chose to control Ji Sunsi together with Yanghu, and also wanted to take Ji Sunsi together. The owner of the family changed to another owner, but Ji Pingzi misunderstood you..."

Gong Shan sighed and said: "Ji Pingzi is the only one who sees the wrong person? Yanghu was so majestic back then, he was about to succeed, but he suddenly killed a Zhao Wuxi. He trusted this son, and as a result, he succeeded in failure. He himself first fled to the state of Qi. Then he was captured by the Zhao clan. It is said that he died in the typhoid fever last year. It is a pity that Jie Xiong, who was almost slaughtering the state of Lu, ended up like this."

There was no regretful expression on his face. Instead, he grinned and said, "However, he also set an example for us, an example of accompany ministers in running the country's life."

Shusun nodded: "Since you feel that Zhao Wuxi cannot be trusted, why did you invite him again this time to attack Lu City and attack the Ji clan?"

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Sanhuan and Kong Zhongni want to fight

The only ones who paid were Zhao Wuxi, Hou Zun, and me. Once they perish, Feiyi will be besieged and destroyed. That's why I agreed to Duanmuci's request, but I didn't trust Zhao Wuxi at all, and one-third of the soldiers were still on guard outside the city. The plan now is to win the victory in the city. Whoever controls the capital and who controls the monarch is qualified to speak. Only in this way can he be qualified to share the country of Lu with him. "

Shusun Yi swallowed and said, "It's still prudent, so what Zhao Wuxi promised me..."

"Don't worry, the position of the patriarch of the Shusun clan, as well as the title of Grand Sima, are all yours!"

Shusun Noir felt much more at ease after receiving Gongshan Buju's promise, and resigned from the command on the other side.

While Gongshan was not stubborn, the majestic Ludong Han instructed Feiyi people to pour into the captured Ji's Palace and rushed to the enemy's last stronghold, Ji Wuzi's Platform.

He pointed his sword at the hundreds of Ji clan soldiers and Gongjia who were stubbornly resisting on the high platform and shouted loudly: "As long as we take this platform and kill the Ji clan, we will control the monarch. Qufu, and even half of the state of Lu, belong to us. It's gone!"

He thought to himself: "Yanghuo, your unsuccessful career will be completed by me, Gongshan Buju!"

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Ji Wuzi is the fourth head of the Ji family. He took advantage of Chengji and Wenzi's Yu Lie, and took advantage of the merits of abolishing Li to monopolize the government of the country, and divided the office twice.

After taking control of the military and political power in the state of Lu, Ji Wuzi also became complacent. He built a high platform in his palace, and later generations named it Wuzizhitai. The platform is more than ten feet high. Although it is not as good as Zhang Hua of Chu and Qi Zhishen, it is far higher than the platform of the Duke of Lu Hou's palace, which is considered an arrogance.

When Luhou Song looked at the commanding heights of Qufu's inner city from the short and disrepaired public palace, he complained and resented a lot, but at this moment, he wished that the tower of Wuzi could be as high as 1000 feet.

Because he was at the end of the road and was surrounded by Fei Yi's rebels!

Even more miserable than Lu Hou's face was Ji Sunsi, Ji Sunfei's father and son, who retreated from the inexplicable defeat at the Jishui River, because they ran away before the fight started, and Ji's establishment was still there, and their bones were not injured. Not to mention the attacks and interceptions on the way back to Qufu, the losses were all temporarily recruited miscellaneous soldiers. As long as two or three thousand elites can return to Qufu, they can defend themselves according to the city until the times change.

Unexpectedly, Gongshan did not give them a chance. Ji's new defeat was low in morale, and they lost again after rushing to the battle. They retreated all the way, lost the city gate, lost the outer Guo, and finally lost the inner city and the public palace. Ji Sunsi could only wrap the monarch and escape to his great-grandfather's house. on the high platform.

"Damn traitor!" Ji Sunsi looked at Gong Shan, who was commanding calmly under the stage, gnashing his teeth, knowing that he and Yang Hu should have been killed together.

At present, there are only a few hundred soldiers on the stage, and most of them are still injured, but there are two or three thousand people under the stage, and all of them are powerful, I am afraid they will not last for half an hour.

"This is very similar to the situation when Shang Zhou Muye was defeated and fled back to Lutai..." Luhou Song smiled bitterly. Although he did not want to be held hostage by his companions again, he was not as stubborn as Di Xin who did not want to be humiliated. courage.

When despair comes, people either start to reflect on themselves and regret, or they start to blame others.

"It's all to blame on Confucius! If it wasn't for his proposal to fall into the four capitals, he wouldn't have caused such a big rebellion..." Ji Sunsi blamed everything on Confucius, as if he was the one who caused Ji's civil unrest.

If you can still take charge of the government, the first thing you have to do is to expel this useless old man from the country of Lu!

Luhou Nane did not speak, nor did he have any interest in defending Confucius. After this incident, he had long lost his ambition to rejuvenate the state of Lu, and only hoped that he could stay in the palace forever and have fun. Sanhuan, Zhao Wuxi, Confucius, and Gongshan were not arrogant. They could toss as much as they liked.

Ji Sunfei knew that his father was looking for scapegoats, but he was speechless and could only wait quietly for the last moment. The Marquis of Lu might still be able to survive, but their father and son were deeply hated by Gong Shan Buju, and they probably wouldn't survive.

He looked around. Ji's retainers were still chasing with Fei people in and out of the wall below the stage, while in the distance, in the distance, there were densely packed rebels, and a carriage was running towards this side. ...

Who is that?

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The car stopped outside the layers of swords, and an old man with tendrils in a broad robe and big sleeves jumped out of the car and walked towards the vigilant Feiyi people under the **** of two scholars.

It is Kongqiu, it is Kong Zhongni!

He walked in front of the sword and halberd until they were about to pierce into his chest.

I still remember that it was two years ago. It was this old man who entered Feiyi alone, and he did not change his color under their siege. Finally, he persuaded the Yizai to put down the traitorous flag, which made Feiyi two more years of peace.

There were also many township parties in Feiyi who worshiped Confucius as their teacher. They respected the old man and did not want to hurt him.

And the Marquis of Lu and the Marquis of Ji on the high platform also remembered that at the Jiagu meeting in the summer, Zhao Wuxi and Marquis Qi almost fought each other, and it was Confucius who drove into the gap between the two armies and prevented Qilu from fighting again.

Now that he is here again, what is he going to do? There was a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

"It is rude and disloyal to attack the monarch with a minister. The slaughter of Gongshan, there is still time to stop on the cliff, please stop the attack, welcome the monarch back to the palace, and the E'angfei people evacuated from Qufu!"

His beard is black with gray and white, and his feet are extremely steady step by step.

This is the stance that although there are thousands of people, I will go!

The Fei people on the outside were shaken, and Shu-Sun Noir kept asking, "Fluo, Fulu, Yizai? What should I do?"

Gongshan Buju still respected Confucius very much. Back then, when Yanghu needed some scholars in the field to increase his prestige, Gongshan Buju was the first to recommend Confucius. When he was in Feiyi, he once wanted to ask Confucius to assist him... Although he was only interested in his fame in the state of Lu.

Now, Gongshan Buju has no way to retreat, he must immediately capture the stage of Wuzi, otherwise he is worried that Zhao Wuxi will arrive at Qufu at any time, and then everything will be too late!

He was about to succeed now, but he let himself give up? Give up this gorgeous city and terraces, give up the wealth accumulated by Sanhuan in Qufu for a hundred years, give up the opportunity to divide up the state of Lu, and become a minister from a mere minister?

This is joking!

As Confucius walked forward, he called to him loudly: "If you want a hostage, please use the old man! I hope you will let the monarch go!"

"Using you~www.wuxiahere.com~ What's the use of using you!?" Gong Shan Buju scolded viciously.

He made up his mind, this is not a ritual and music occasion for reciting "Poems" and "Books", or a banquet for you to invite me to entertain guests.

not you die! I am dead!

In his opinion, Confucius, this tall old man is so unsightly, he is like a moth trying to put out a raging fire.

Like moths going to fire, how can they be stingy when they burn themselves?

Well, if you come to die, I will let you die!

"Two or three sons, kill him! Slash Confucius' ten thousand blades under the high platform!" (To be continued.)

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