If you talk about the great principles of the saints, Yan Shenggong, a descendant of the saint, does not understand better than you. He shaved his hair and kept his braids. What are you crying?

Seeing a large number of people gathered at the gate of the Kong Mansion, one by one, knelt on the steps and cried loudly. The leader was an old scholar in his fifties, who was kowtowing to the closed gate of the Kong Mansion, and bleeding his forehead: "My Yan family, since the ancestors, has followed the saints and gained the name of a wise man. Now that the country and the family are mourning, there are fifty-four men and sixty-three women. I beg Yan Shenggong to take the saints' rituals as the most important thing, and do not let the thousands of years of rituals die with our hands..."

The gate of the Confucius Mansion was closed, and he just couldn't come out to see these people.

Hehe, what happened today seems to be a little interesting.

The Confucius Mansion is a saint's house, but these kneeling people are not small in origin. They are descendants of the wise man Yan Hui. This wise man is a disciple of the saint, and has always been the one who respects the saints and respects Confucius the most. Today, it's a good thing. Yan Hui, a disciple, has explained the great truth to the descendants of Confucius, who is a teacher.

"If the Chinese and Han people shave their hair, they will be a barbaric, and it is better to die than to survive. Now the Yan family begs Yan Sheng Gong to take the great defense of the Chinese and foreigners as the key, and don't let the seeds of studying in the world underestimate the saints..."

Mu Chongwen used to be a student. After seeing these sages on weekdays, he wanted to put his face on him, but he was so fond of his life that he would not even look at him. Today, the world has turned upside down, and he has eaten the imperial grain of the Qing Dynasty. He has become an official in the Qing Dynasty. He has a flower feather on his head and a court bead jacket on his body, and he has become an official in the Qing Dynasty.

As soon as I saw so many hair growing, I immediately called a few soldiers, walked forward with a sarcastic move, and said sarcastically: "Stop crying, stop crying, isn't it useless to cry? I've shaved my hair well. After the court remembers that you are sages, I may be able to give you a single official position, but if you don't shave, hehe..."

Mu Chongwen pointed to the head of the person in the basket: "Did you see it? That's your fate. Haha, I said that. What kind of saints and sages can I shave my head for you, such a great pleasure in my life!"

"Mu Chongwen," the elder of the Yan family shouted loudly: "You are a villain, but once you succeed, you will show your villain's face. Even if you have today, have you ever thought about it?"

"What do you think?"

"Our Chinese clan has been in decline for five thousand years. Although his fortune is in slightest, the bloodline of Yanhuang has been extinct forever. Since the Qin and Han Dynasties, there have been many barbarians who have invaded our Chinese. How many families can end up with good endings?" The elder of the Yan family shouted: "How powerful is the Mongol Yuan soldiers in the past? In just a few decades, they were driven out by Emperor Hongwu of Taizu. By then, you, such a villain, will die without a place to die."

"Hehe, Mr. Yan, what you said makes sense, but now the power is in my hands, and the knife is in my hands. No big reason can be hard to make." Mu Chongwen bowed to the sky, made a little bit of a big shot, and said loudly: "The shaving order is the foundation of our country's dynasty. Those who follow the order are the people of our country, and those who hesitate are the enemy of the despair, and those who refuse to do so will be killed immediately. I said, "Mr. Yan, if you keep your head, you can't keep your hair, and if you keep your hair, you can't keep your head. You have to think about whether to shave or not... I guess so, the necks of you sage descendants are the same as those of villains like me, and they are not as hard as those of you. Do you think that's the reason?"

"Ph!" spitted.

Mu Chongwen was not annoyed, and smiled giggled: "I said the warriors of Manchuria, these people are all famous descendants of wise men. I will drag them over one by one. I want to see with my own eyes how he shaves his hair. I don't know if they can remember the bullshit saints after shave their hair?"

Several Manchu soldiers immediately stepped forward, pulled one out of the crowd with a split hand, and after holding it down, Mu Chongwen asked with a smile: "Shat or not?"

“Don’t shave…”

"cut!"

As the word "Slash" exited, the sword light fell, and blood burst out, and the big head rolled aside.

A scream came from the crowd, and many people were shocked by the blood in front of them.

Mu Chongwen kicked his head far away, no longer smiling. He grabbed a boy's collar and dragged it out, and shouted with a ferocious face against the boy's nose: "Shat or not?"

"I...I..." The boy was young after all, and was already scared by the knife in front of him and the blood light just now.

Mu Chongwen grabbed the boy's hair bun and pulled it hard into his arms. The boy fell on his back: "Save your head or your hair, you said!"

The boy could not speak any more, shaking like leaves in the wind.

Mu Chongwen laughed: "What kind of descendants of sages, but that's it, haha."

The old man from Yan clan shouted: "My Yan family is from the lineage, but you can't abandon the teachings of ancestors. Today, I have planned to die together. Is the good kid? Is it a child or a grandson of the Yan family or a barbarian? It's up to you to choose."

The young man received more than ten years of teachings from the sages. After hearing the words of the head of the family, his majestic and majestic aura suddenly rose. He looked at Mu Chongwen and said, "Don't shave."

"cut."

Another person's head rolled into dust.

"Our Chinese compatriots have cut off our Yan family. It is difficult to make this towering river and mountains, and it is difficult to shake the true meaning of this thousand years..."

"This head can be broken, and your hair must not be shaved!"

Mu Chongwen sneered and approached the old man in Yan's family and tried his best to pull out the thin old man: "I said Mr. Yan, I don't admire your feelings. It's all fake. There are many people who have killed them now, and my hands are a little soft. But the order from the top is pressing. If Qufu can shave all his hair within the deadline, I can change my top to wear a better one. This is related to my future, and I can't help myself. Don't you just focus on a bright future? Don't you, Mr. Yan, have to do this? Should you shave or not? If you shave it well, it's all good. If you don't shave, I'll really say it... "

"No - shaved!" The old man from the Yan family said firmly: "The Yan family's face cannot be lost, it is definitely not shaved!"

"Okay, good man, I admire my brother," Mu Chongwen laughed wildly: "Come on, kill me!"

More than a dozen Manchu soldiers stepped forward, and in the midst of the tragic screams, they chopped melons and vegetables. In just a blink of an eye, they cut dozens of men. The women cried in the pool of blood, tidied up their faces for their husbands and brothers.

This was expected, and the many female relatives were not panicked. They were like facing relatives who were about to travel far, carefully tidying up their clothes for the dead men...

"How is it? Old Master Yan? Do you regret it?" Mu Chongwen took the long knife, and the knife was ticking with blood, and gently patted Old Master Yan's old face: "The children and grandchildren of the Yan family are all dead in your hands. I'll ask you one last..."

"Don't ask, dozens of mouthfuls left. What's the point of leaving me, an old man? I'm so annoyed to you. I'll tell you the last time," the old man from the Yan family roared with his hair and beard and shouted: "Don't shave!"

Mu Chongwen seemed to have known this answer for a long time. He had already accumulated strength and swung the long sword away, and chopped off the head of the old man in the Yan family with just one knife.

This time, the female family members exclaimed alone, staring at the head of the head of the family in a daze, watching the blood in the old man's chest instantly submerged the white spine bones...

Under the gaze of these women, blood was pouring on the ground, and the headless body of the old man in the Yan family fell down straight...

"Yan Family, hehe, it's over." Mu Chongwen wiped the blood on the body of the old man in the Yan Family, and waved his hand impatiently: "Women will be spared, go back and think about it carefully. If you can figure it out, come to Mr. Mu, I. The master will take care of you women in the big families, haha..."

As if it had been arranged long ago, the women were dragging the headless corpses on the ground in an orderly manner and dragging them to their homes...

The setting sun in the distance was as bloody as the skinny women struggling to drag their men's bodies, leaving behind blood marks, as if the entire street had been stained with blood...

The Yan family is also a famous big family. The six-entry courtyard and the rich and stone lions all show their identity as a famous family. They are also a servant in the family, and they are also a well-educated scholar who is not allowed to be well-educated outside.

The identity of the wise man is there, and he has been through thousands of years and has never faded.

Today's Yan's house is silent as if dead. The door is open, and bloodstains extend straight into each courtyard and house, as if it is blood-washed.

The servants and maids in each room did not dare to speak, and they were cautious when raising their legs and falling into their feet.

The souls of the owners of each house were neatly placed in the hall of the Yan family mansion.

The white wind lamps were already ready, and they were hung inside and out.

The house has been arranged in a mourning hall, and it is full of white and solemnity. The tablets written yesterday are arranged in accordance with the seniority.

The remaining female relatives are all in charge of each house. They will never forget the solemnity of the masters and young men in their family when writing their tablets. It is clearly the style of a sage that has been passed down for thousands of years...

An old woman in the lead was already full of hair and kneeling straight, behind her were dozens of women left by the Yan family.

Facing the corpses arranged in a row, the old woman seemed to have little sadness or sorrow. She went to the portrait of Yan Hui who was enshrined in the middle of the hall and said loudly: "The ancestors of the Yan family are here, and now the descendants gather here..."

"From today, the blood of our Yan family's cigarettes has been cut off and the ancestors' blood and food has not been maintained, which is a serious crime for their descendants."

"I, Yan's family, are buried here now, in order to practice the great rituals of ancestors."

"After the man has left, we all hate that we are not a man and cannot avenge this bloody sea of ​​grudges. We can only sacrifice our relatives to you with this surplus, and wait until the nine springs, and then ask our ancestors to cut off the sin of the descendants."

"The descendants of my Yan family died heroically, even after thousands of years, they will be worthy of their ancestors and righteousness..."

The female family behind him, none of whom was crying, listened carefully to every word of the old woman.

The old woman stood up with difficulty and took a handful of white silk from the arranged tablets: "The man in the Yan family is worthy of his ancestors, and we are not convenient for us to survive. This white silk is our last destination, so we can go to the nine springs to follow you..."

The old woman looked at these young or older women with loving affection and said slowly: "Can there be regrets, or there are complaints?"

"I don't regret it."

"Only resent this hatred cannot be calmed down, but only resent this hatred cannot be avenged."

"Okay, very good." The old woman exclaimed, sat upright on the chair in the middle, and after a while, she slowly said: "The eldest wife and daughter-in-law..."

"The daughter-in-law is here."

The wife, who was in her forties, came out and reached out her hands and solemnly took the white linger from the old woman's hand.

"The eldest daughter-in-law and second daughter-in-law."

"The daughter-in-law is here."

The old woman sighed and said slowly, "Second daughter-in-law, the second master died early, you suffered the most. It is said that you shouldn't have let you do this, but..."

"My daughter-in-law can pay attention, and the ancestors don't have to say anything more."

"Okay, the Yan family's women are not inferior to men, okay." The old woman handed the white silk to the woman's hands.

...

The white silks that can last forever are distributed, and these well-educated and wise descendants silently receive their own ones.

In the end, the ancestor of the Yan family only had two white silks left in his hand, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "Three-household, nine-child granddaughter-in-law, six-household, thirteen-child granddaughter-in-law, come here."

Two young women in their twenties responded and stepped forward. Both of them were bloated and protruding in their lower abdomen, and they were obviously pregnant.

The old woman looked at the two granddaughters-in-law and threw the white silk into the brazier.

"Old ancestor, you...we have no regrets."

"Oh, my Yan family's blood has disappeared, the incense has been cut off, and the only hope is in the belly of you two." The old woman's face was full of kindness and gently touched her lower abdomen and said, "If you two can give birth to a male, it will be the last cigarette of my Yan family. The Yan family's hope is on you two. I have already told the old servants at home that after the middle of the day, you can sneak out with the old servant and run to Jiangnan. If God opens his eyes, maybe you can escape, who knows? It depends on your personal fate..."

The two pregnant women also knew the responsibility on their shoulders. They nodded silently, and tears flowed down their eyes.

As if he had finally done something important and sacred, the old woman looked solemn: "All the husbands who came first in each room burn a handful of incense, and if you have any words in your heart, please leave them on the road to the underworld to tell them."

Amid the cigarette, dozens of white silks were thrown onto the beams and tied into dead knots...

The female members of the Yan family said to each other "It's easy to leave" and looked for something to stand up.

The old woman just watched quietly.

With a sudden sound, the entrance to the hall suddenly opened, and a thin servant rushed in.

"Well? Which room are you from? Why don't you understand the rules so much? Get out of here." The ancestor of the Yan family shouted in a deep voice.

The servant didn't talk to each other and came forward a few steps: "Do you want to take revenge?"

The ancestors are old, but their hearts are not old. In a moment, they can see that this servant is not a figure in the mansion and is very handsome.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!