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In early July, Hangzhou fell, and the world was in chaos. Everyone was busy escaping and finding a way out. Search: \(?Complete? Book? God? Station) to read high-quality literature for free. At that time, the seagoing ships at Qiantang River Pier in the south of Hangzhou were the easiest and safest escape route. Ning Yi had initially considered that option, but not as the only choice. Moreover, everyone originally thought that the Wude Camp was an elite force, and Ning Yi had some confidence that Hangzhou could be defended. He did not expect it to fall so quickly later.

During the escape after the city fell, he also heard some things, including Qian Xiwen's immediate escape by boat. In Ning Yi's eyes, Confucian scholars were either rigid and monotonous, rotten wood that was difficult to carve, or cunning and slippery, playing with tricks. In short, he didn't have a good impression of them. It wasn't surprising that the other party escaped immediately after the city fell. He just heard about it and didn't take it to heart.

But in fact, after the city fell, this old man did not really leave with the ship. It is said that after sending some promising younger members of the Qian family on board, he took a few old servants and secretly disembarked from the ship. From beginning to end, even though there were later teams breaking through, he did not leave Hangzhou with anyone.

After sending away some of the people who could be sent away, this old man gathered some loyal servants, relatives, and some soldiers and generals who did not have time to escape, and resisted near the old Qian family mansion. There were not many people, but it is said that the resistance was very strong, and they fought solidly for about one night. Later, Guo Shiguang led his troops to flatten this place, captured the old man, and imprisoned him until now.

After being arrested, Ning Yi naturally did not pay attention to the Qian family's situation. It was only in recent days at the academy that some students wanted to kill him, and some students wanted to protect him, causing almost a split. The students who wanted to protect him naturally had a better relationship with him. Someone probably told him about the execution here, and he then learned that Qian Xiwen had not left. He greeted A Chang this morning, saying that he wanted to come and see, and the other party agreed, so they came together.

The Badao Camp's supervision of him was not strict on the surface. In Ning Yi's view, they also wanted him to come out and see for himself. How desolate the scene inside the city was after the city fell, and how miserable the consequences of not surrendering were, letting him take the initiative to see was also a kind of psychological warfare.

Ning Yi was naturally willing to come out and walk around, mainly to seek opportunities to escape. But at that time, he also understood that his body had not recovered, and he was also with Xiao Chan. After the other party had experienced the Taiping Lane and Huzhou incidents, he could not find too many opportunities. Since he could not take risks, why let the other party see through him too easily? He simply stayed near the academy to recuperate. This time he spoke, the other party was a little happy. It would be best to visit the prison and let him see the execution at the same time.

"I've heard of this Qian Xiwen you mentioned. I heard that his scholarship is very good, not just for show. He's very capable and deliberately didn't leave. When we caught him, he didn't commit suicide either. Some people from his family were also arrested. They asked him to surrender... You know, a lot of messy things. One of them was said to be his own son, and his hands were chopped off in front of him, but he didn't even blink... Anyway, his whole family will be killed today. You have an old relationship with him, so it's good to go and see. It would be even better if you could persuade him to live... But I think it's difficult."

Among the two people following Ning Yi, A Chang was relatively serious, and A Ming was a little frivolous, but when he talked about Qian Xiwen at this time, he also had a bit of admiration.

Xiao Chan was left outside. After passing through the long prison corridor, many people were crying and shouting. Some were members of the Qian family who had not run away, and most of them had been tortured. Ning Yi even remembered one or two of them. When Ning Yi first visited the Qian mansion, he had encountered a young man who had bumped into him while stealing Qian Xiwen's coral pen holder. Ning Yi didn't remember the other party's name. This young man had a broken leg and was lying in the prison, with not much breath left.

Ning Yi was still thinking, and had walked out several meters when a voice suddenly came from behind: "My name is Qian Weiliang!" He frowned and turned his head. It was the young man who shouted. At this time, there were many people in the prison shouting for help or other things. This young man said his name, but did not say anything else. Not long after, he heard several other people saying their names: "My name is Qian Weiqi." "My name is Qian Haiting." The one named Qian Haiting was a middle-aged man without hands.

Then he heard a jailer say: "Damn it, people say it every time they come..."

When he entered the innermost prison cell, Ning Yi saw Qian Xiwen. The old man did not seem to have been abused. Except for some broken skin on his forehead that had scabbed over, the rest of his body did not seem to be injured. At this time, his clothes were neat, and he was tidying up his clothes and hair with a basin of water. The light in the prison was not strong, and he squinted for a while before he could see Ning Yi clearly.

At A Ming's urging, the jailer opened the prison door. After Ning Yi went in, everyone else left. The old man tidied his hair, looked at Ning Yi a few times: "You... were also arrested."

Ning Yi nodded.

"Surrendered to them?" Qian Xiwen looked at him, then nodded, "Well, a wise man submits to circumstances. You are a pragmatic person. It's good to keep a life..."

"I don't know if I've surrendered to them now. I originally heard that Old Qian, you left by boat immediately. Yesterday, I heard that you stayed, so I wanted to come and see."

Qian Xiwen's eyes showed some doubts.

"Oh, what's going on?"

"I..." Ning Yi thought for a while, then shook his head, "I... ha, Qian Haiping and the others escaped. They should have arrived in Huzhou now. I know a few of them. They are... I think you might want to hear this. They survived."

"Oh." The corner of the old man's mouth smiled slightly, "These days, people have been taking turns to persuade me, using all kinds of tricks. You are the last one. This news is very good. How are you now?"

"I'm not sure either, but I didn't come to persuade you, just to see you." Ning Yi nodded.

"Tell me, it doesn't matter." The old man laughed, "Fang La and others broke through Hangzhou not long ago, and they are in urgent need of talent. It's not difficult to stand out. I have been in this world for decades, and I have some experience in this way. If Ning Heng is in any difficult situation now, you might as well tell me, and maybe I can help you with some advice."

His words were earnest and harmonious, and it seemed that he thought Ning Yi had already surrendered to Fang La and wanted to help Ning Yi with some advice on how to save his life or get promoted. Ning Yi looked at the old man for a while, and then said, "Do you want to hear about the recent events, old man?"

"Tell me, tell me..."

"Ha, I, Qian Haiping, Tang Xiuxuan, Old Tang, Chen Xingdu and them, after the city was broken that day..."

Ning Yi's original purpose was naturally not to tell stories, but at this time, he felt that it was okay to talk about it. When he said these things, Qian Xiwen realized that things were a little different. The old man listened to the whole story of the escape team going north all the way, and then falling into a crisis. The look in his eyes also changed a little. When he heard that Ning Yi had set up a plan and finally inspired the morale of the Wude Camp to kill three enemy generals, he gently patted his thigh and slowly said, "Good." Then he didn't speak again, and listened to Ning Yi finish the whole thing before nodding again and saying, "Good." This time, the look in his eyes towards Ning Yi was completely different, completely different from the tolerant look that he thought Ning Yi had defected but could understand.

"An extraordinary person can do extraordinary things... Good, Prime Minister Qin values you, he didn't make a mistake. You have to keep your useful body and wait for the future... Fang La's army does not occupy the general trend, and may stop when it arrives in Hangzhou, and it will not last long. You have to live, you have to live..."

He murmured this sentence, and Ning Yi looked at him: "I have heard some stories about pedantic scholars who died for righteousness in some stories before. Some people sound very great, and some people don't seem so necessary. Old Qian, if Hangzhou falls and you don't have time to escape, I can understand you. I just don't understand why you came back after you left. You are a pragmatic person who understands the way to govern a country. If you left, you could help even more."

Qian Xiwen looked up at him: "Liheng... can't agree?"

Ning Yi took a breath: "Those people outside... are not worth it."

Qian Xiwen also obviously paused at this time, and after a long while, nodded and said: "Yes... they are all good children, what a pity..."

"I..." Ning Yi was about to speak, when Qian Xiwen suddenly looked up again: "Liheng thinks, what is the most important thing for our scholars to do?"

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I don't want to tell you big lies. Everyone has their own views. Scholars have what they should do, but to say the most important thing, I'm afraid no one can say it clearly, and... I'm not a scholar."

Hearing him answer like this, Qian Xiwen laughed: "Yes, that's why you can do extraordinary things, and can... reverse the situation in Huzhou in one fell swoop." Speaking of this, the old man seemed a little excited, "But... I have studied Confucianism for decades and came to a conclusion that the most important thing for our Confucian scholars to do is still... defending the Tao."

Ning Yi frowned, Qian Xiwen laughed for a while: "Since I met Liheng, you and I have not talked much, but from these months, I already know what kind of person Liheng is. Liheng must have heard some things about me. The Liqiu Poetry Gathering in the past, this Liqiu Poetry Gathering, including various officialdom interactions and power struggles. Liheng also said just now that I am a pragmatic person, yes, pragmatic..."

He sighed, seemingly quite emotional about this word: "But, Liheng, think about it, if it weren't for the officialdom today, if it weren't for the army today, if everyone had chosen this clever pragmatic way. They attacked, and as soon as they felt that things were impossible, everyone turned around and ran away. How could Hangzhou fall so quickly? If we were talking about the words of sages all day long, saying that a great man should die for righteousness, but when the city fell, no one was willing to do some stupid things, who would believe the words of sages?"

"Saying love for the country, saying death for righteousness, but when death is imminent, no one is willing to go, then Confucianism, wouldn't it become something invisible and intangible? Liheng, it may sound a little too pragmatic to say this, but our Confucian scholars should die a few people every year, die a few... people with names, die under the butcher's knife, die in the Golden Luan Hall, die in front of these tens of millions of people, and we must not retreat when it is time to die, so that we can remind the world that this Confucianism is real, and we are considered to be continuing the legacy of the past sages by dying for injustice. I die in this Hangzhou city, also to remind everyone that some people did resist, so as not to find names to say when they want to talk about it, when they are passionate..."

He said a little excitedly, his arm trembling, groping to put on his hat: "I am old, it is the right time to die, Liheng, you should not die yet, those children outside should not die either, but there is no other way. Among them, there are also those who have been taught by me to believe these things, and it can be considered... dying in the right place."

There was a faint light shining in from the cracks, and dust floated in the air. The old man smiled slightly when he said this: "So it may not sound good to say this, but the so-called defending the Tao is actually... at the appropriate time, dying for you to see. Many have already died, and because I am more famous, I am lagging behind, which has made those children suffer for a few more days... being burdened by vanity..."

Ning Yi was slightly silent. He had admiration and disdain for Confucianism. What he admired was nothing more than the huge, self-consistent ruling system created by this system in the name of Confucianism with the rules of the family world, like a spider web-like, dense ruling art. What he disdained was that most Confucian scholars were reading stupidly, and they couldn't think of anything or they were thinking of all kinds of ugly things, but this old man in front of him did make the word Confucianism appear a little great.

Be pragmatic and useful on weekdays, and die for you to see at the appropriate time.

Like many Confucian scholars who died by touching pillars in front of the palace, like Lu Xiufu throwing himself into the sea at Yashan in later generations, and Fang Xiaoru scolding Zhu Di non-stop after being cut in half at the waist. In the eyes of later generations, many people may seem a little stupid, and they feel that they have not accomplished anything, but if Confucianism is regarded as a career, these people are the ones who have truly done things, and they are truly continuing the legacy of the past sages. If you want to talk about it, it is really "dying for others to see".

Ning Yi doesn't do this, but it's hard not to admire him. He thought to himself, many people have been killed outside for several days, and in the end, I'm afraid there are still many people who died like this. He also remembered the few people who called his name outside when he came in, and asked: "When I came in just now... there were a few people saying their names, what exactly are they..."

The old man laughed: "They just want people to remember that there are such a few people, who died for you to see... they are all good children, those who shouted and those who didn't shout..."

He thought for a while, and then patted Ning Yi's shoulder: "If you can live, you should live. You have to live to do things, you are still young, don't think too much, and tell this as a story to others in the future..."

After that, the old man didn't talk about Confucianism. Instead, he thought of the safety of Su Tan'er and other members of the Su family and asked about it. Then he seemed a little rambling and talked about some names, asking if there were these people in the escape team. Ning Yi didn't remember much and chatted with him for a while. In the end, what he kept thinking about was the coral pen holder in the old man's house. The old man was very strict in managing the family, and the children in the family didn't have much money to spend. When they really needed money urgently, they would steal the old man's pen holder. The old man would offer a reward of ten strings of money in the family. If the other party returned it, he would not ask anything else and would give ten strings of money. So the children in the family would often steal it once, return it once, steal it once, and return it once, and they could get money every time. And one of the young men was Qian Weiliang, who said his name outside...

Haha, that thief, he can be so tough...

Ning Yi was thinking about these things. His heart was almost old, and he hadn't heard such an interesting story for a long time. He was slightly, a little moved...

At noon, the jailer came in and opened the door of the prison cell. Not long after, under the scorching sun, a row of heads was chopped off in the earth-yellow square outside. In the crowd, some people cheered and jumped for joy, some people were silent and solemn. Ning Yi stood in the crowd and watched the whole process of the beheading... (To be continued.) Vote for recommendation, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)

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