Chapter 286: 【Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew · The Life of Yan Yan Zhenqing】 (4k)

The collapse of an adult often happens in an instant.

During the day, Yan Yan Zhenqing held on, trembling as he ordered his subordinates to throw away his nephew’s head to boost the morale of the army.

But when night fell.

Yan Yan Zhenqing, who was searching in the mass grave alone with a torch, holding his nephew’s head and crying, made all the Blue Star netizens watching the [Film Version] screen feel that deep pain and despair.

This was his favorite nephew, the bloodline of his eldest brother.

Blood is thicker than water.

His eldest brother’s family of more than thirty people were killed, their bodies dismembered by the rebel An Lushan, and now only his nephew’s head remained.

This is how desolate it is.

The hatred of exterminating the family.

So much so that the Blue Star netizens watching subconsciously held their breath.

Afraid of disturbing the man in the scene.

Even if that was just a person in the [Film Version] and would not be affected by reality.

But the Blue Star netizens watching were still cautious.

The scene shifted.

It had become the study in the middle of the night, with cold wind howling outside.

Yan Yan Zhenqing sat alone in the study.

The candlelight on the desk flickered, reflecting Yan Yan Zhenqing’s figure, leaving a long shadow on the wall, flickering in light and dark.

He sat at the desk looking at the blood-stained battle report in front of him, reaching out to touch the dried blood on the battle report, the news of his eldest brother’s death and his nephew’s head appearing in his mind.

Silence for a long time.

Yan Yan Zhenqing slowly unfolded a piece of paper, dipped his pen in ink, but the tip of the pen hung over the paper for a long time and could not fall.

I don't know how long it took.

The ink had dried in the inkstone.

Yan Yan Zhenqing added water again, grinding hard, the harsh sound echoing in the quiet study.

Finally.

Yan Yan Zhenqing raised his pen again: "In the first year of Qianyuan, the year of Wuxu, the first day of the ninth month, Gengwu, the third day, Renshen..."

"..."

At first.

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s handwriting was still steady, the brushwork like a knife, but when he wrote "Thirteenth Uncle, Silver Green Guanglu Grand Master...", his wrist trembled.

Yan Jiming’s face appeared before Yan Yan Zhenqing’s eyes again.

That child always loved to follow behind him when he was young, standing on tiptoe to watch him write, every time saying with longing: "Uncle’s writing is so beautiful..."

"..."

So much so that when he wrote the word "Uncle," Yan Yan Zhenqing recalled his nephew.

At this moment, he could no longer hold back.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s brushwork suddenly erupted, every horizontal and vertical stroke like he was hacking, wanting to pierce through the paper: "Sacrificing to the spirit of my late nephew, the gifted Zanshan Grand Master Yan Jiming."

"You were born with outstanding talent, early marking your childhood virtues, a precious vessel of the ancestral temple, a fragrant orchid in the courtyard..."

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When he wrote "The rebel minister did not save," Yan Yan Zhenqing’s hand was already trembling violently, the information sent by the scout appearing in his mind: "Yan Yan Jiming scolded the rebels incessantly, and was disemboweled and shattered."

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s chest heaved violently, two lines of hot tears streaming down, but the pen in his hand did not stop: "The isolated city was besieged, the father fell and the son died..."

"..."

"Ah ah ah ah!!!"

Yan Yan Zhenqing could no longer hold back the painful roar, tears blurred his vision, his handwriting became more and more frantic, ink smudged and rewritten, when he wrote "The nest overturned and the eggs broken," the whole paper was covered with smudges.

A tear fell on the paper, followed by the second, the third...

Yan Yan Zhenqing could no longer control his tears, trying to raise his hand to wipe them away, but the more he wiped, the more they flowed.

His heart was full of regret.

If he had discovered the enemy’s trick earlier, if he had sent troops to rescue earlier, if...

But there are no "ifs" in this world.

Suddenly!

Yan Yan Zhenqing threw the pen, grabbed the clothes on his chest, his hunched back trembling violently, accompanied by physiological coughing, Yan Yan Zhenqing covered his mouth, a trace of blood flowing from his fingertips.

Heart-wrenching pain.

After a while, Yan Yan Zhenqing’s blood-stained hand raised the pen again.

But the ink in the inkstone had long since dried.

Yan Yan Zhenqing raised his hand to grind ink, blood flowing down his fingers, mixing into the ink, until the blood and ink merged, Yan Yan Zhenqing tremblingly raised his pen: "Heaven does not regret the disaster, who is the poison?"

"Thinking of your suffering, how can a hundred bodies redeem it?"

"Alas, alas!"

The brushwork like a knife, deeply piercing into the paper."

"..."

"Quanming recently, fell into Changshan again."

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"..."

"..."

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"Alas, alas! Please enjoy!"

Every word was a cry of blood.

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s emotions followed the "Alas, alas!", his hand holding the pen trembling incessantly.

Until finally he burst into tears, without any image.

The desolation was beyond words.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream also felt extremely uncomfortable.

At the same time.

Some Blue Star netizens were afraid that some newcomers would not understand the classical Chinese of [Huaxia].

They translated the entire Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew into the most straightforward language of Blue Star, and sent it in the bullet comments: "You (Yan Jiming) were outstanding in talent from a young age, your virtues were like the precious vessels of the ancestral temple, the fragrant orchids in the courtyard, and the family was proud of you."

"I hoped you would have a bright future, but who knew that An Lushan would rebel, and your father Yan Gaoqing (Yan Yan Zhenqing’s cousin) would rise up to resist the enemy in Changshan County, and I would also hold firm in Pingyuan County."

"You once delivered messages for us, assisting in the recovery of Tumen Pass."

"However, the rebel army counterattacked, the rebel minister (referring to Wang Chengye) saw death and did not save, Changshan City was broken, you and your father both died for the country, suffering the disaster of 'the nest overturned and the eggs broken'."

"Heaven is ruthless, who can stop this tragedy? I am extremely sad, even if I die a hundred times, it is difficult to exchange for your survival!"

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"Thinking of the past, my heart is broken! When I choose a lucky place to bury you another day, may your soul rest in peace, do not sigh for wandering in a foreign land."

"Alas! Please enjoy the offerings!"

The originally complex [Huaxia] classical Chinese was translated into plain language by Blue Star netizens and sent to the stream.

Many Blue Star netizens in the stream looked at the translated Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew.

They could also feel Yan Yan Zhenqing’s grief.

That was the most outstanding child of the family, his virtues like the precious vessels of the ancestral temple, the fragrant orchids in the courtyard, and the family was proud of him, but he was killed by the rebel, suffering the disaster of "the nest overturned and the eggs broken."

Such grief.

If possible, he would even be willing to die a hundred times to exchange for their safety.

But there was no way...

The most miserable thing in this world is nothing more than this.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream could feel the pain and regret rushing towards them.

After a long time.

Yan Yan Zhenqing in the scene wiped away his tears, a ray of sunlight shone in through the cracks in the window, Yan Yan Zhenqing slowly closed his eyes, and opened them after a while.

He took a deep breath and stood up, straightening his back from the chair.

His face became firm again.

The sky was bright.

But the battle with the rebels had not ended.

He could not fall.

He could not let down those who were still fighting.

Then came the battle with the rebels.

Yan Yan Zhenqing was always on the front line of the battle, as if only in this way could he forget those sorrows.

Finally.

The rebels were killed and retreated.

The An-Shi Rebellion ended, but his eldest brother, his nephew, and his Yan family of more than thirty people could never return.

Later, Yan Yan Zhenqing drifted in the officialdom.

His experience was still bumpy.

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s character might have been appreciated and reused by Taizong during the Taizong period, but in the current court where demons dance, his practice of strict self-discipline was different from ordinary people.

He impeached his colleagues many times.

Although he cleared the court and the people cheered.

But he made countless enemies.

In the later period, because he impeached the powerful officials Li Fuguo and Ma Yuan Zai many times, he was demoted and served as Puzhou Prefect, Raozhou Prefect, and other positions.

During the reign of Emperor Daizong.

Because he impeached the prime minister Ma Yuan Zai for monopolizing power, Yan Yan Zhenqing was demoted to Xia Prefecture Bie Jia, later changed to Ji Prefecture Sima, and then changed to Fu Prefecture Prefect, Huzhou Prefect.

During the few years he served as prefect.

Yan Yan Zhenqing often went deep into the people, attached importance to agriculture, and also formulated plans for river dredging.

Not only that.

He also led the people to build a stone dam in the center of the Fu River.

Solving the water disaster in Fu Prefecture, and also being able to divert water to irrigate fields in the dry season, he was built a temple by the people of Fu Prefecture, offering sacrifices at all times to show his kindness.

Until the 12th year of Dali (777).

Prime Minister Ma Yuan Zai was killed, and recommended by Prime Ministers Yang Wan and Chang Gun, Yan Yan Zhenqing was recalled to the court.

Returning to the court.

Yan Yan Zhenqing was appointed as Minister of Personnel and Junior Master of the Crown Prince.

Emperor Emperor Dezong enfeoffed him as the Duke of Lu.

But Yan Yan Zhenqing’s character was destined not to let him stay peacefully in the court.

The fourth year of Jianzhong (783).

Huai-Xi Jiedushi Li Li Xilie rebelled and captured Ru Prefecture.

Prime Minister Lu Qi borrowed a knife to kill, suggesting that the 75-year-old Yan Yan Zhenqing be sent to persuade surrender.

Yan Yan Zhenqing knew he would die, but went resolutely, was detained by Li Li Xilie in the enemy camp, and faced with Li Li Xilie’s threats and inducements, Yan Yan Zhenqing wrote his own epitaph, angrily rebuking Li Li Xilie: "Life and death have fate, why say more!"

The first year of Xingyuan (784).

Yan Yan Zhenqing, who was already 76 years old.

Faced with the threat of the rebel army and Li Li Xilie’s persuasion to surrender, he remained unmoved.

Even in the back, Li Li Xilie found a yard of firewood and lit it, threatening Yan Yan Zhenqing that if he didn't surrender, he would burn him to death, but Yan Yan Zhenqing turned and rushed into the fire, scaring the surrounding people to pull him back.

After that, those rebels had no other way.

Until the rebel army suffered repeated defeats, they were angry at Yan Yan Zhenqing, and on August 23 of the first year of Xingyuan (784), they hanged him.

He was 76 years old.

Later, he was posthumously awarded the title of Grand Tutor by Emperor Emperor Dezong of Tang.

Posthumous title "Wenzhong."

The screen ends here.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream finally came back to their senses.

They had finished watching Yan Yan Zhenqing’s complete life.

At the same time, they also understood why the first headline of the Federation was Yan Yan Zhenqing, and the second was the Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew.

It was really such a heart-wrenching experience.

It could greatly trigger the emotional fluctuations of the Blue Star netizens, while the great achievements of those emperors and generals, they had seen too many, so the attraction and infection were definitely not as good as Yan Yan Zhenqing and Li He.

Compared to Li He, who was ambitious at 18 and "roasting human life" at 27.

Yan Yan Zhenqing’s life was a loyal minister and martyr, a moral gentleman, just like his calligraphy, vigorous and strong.

Political setbacks did not make him yield, but instead entrusted his upright spirit in his calligraphy.

Even at the last moment of his life, he did not compromise at all.

And Yan Yan Zhenqing’s death.

Also let the Blue Star netizens intuitively feel what the highest realm of Confucianism, "killing oneself to achieve benevolence," is.

Yan Yan Zhenqing used his whole life to show the world what "backbone" is.

In the stream.

Fang Ming took a while to breathe a sigh of relief: "Polar Star’s [Film Versions] are quite good."

"The aftertaste is quite big."

"Why didn't I find that there were so many stories among these plot characters before?"

"But it's also true."

"Before, it was all about playing the plot, looking from the perspective of a bystander, it definitely wasn't as impactful as looking from the first perspective."

"This also fully shows that our research on [Earth] is less than one percent, brothers."

Fang Ming said with amazement.

The Blue Star netizens in the stream also agreed.

Originally thought that after a year, they understood the plot characters in "Earth" almost enough, but when they turned their heads, they found that they had only glanced at it.

Many details, densely packed, were waiting for them to explore.

Just like this Li He, just like this Yan Yan Zhenqing.

When playing the plot before, the name [Li He] hadn't even been heard, and searching on Polar Star’s official forum, they couldn't find any plot stories about [Li He].

But as soon as Polar Star’s [Film Version] went online.

[Li He] directly caused a huge impact on the Blue Star netizens.

And [Yan Yan Zhenqing] was even more so.

In the past plots, only in the [Song Dynasty] version of the plot, many literary masters pushed Yan Yan Zhenqing’s calligraphy, but when did the Blue Star netizens think that [Yan Yan Zhenqing]’s life experience would be so shocking.

Especially when the Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew came out.

That kind of desolation and tragedy rushed through the text.

Making people’s hearts tremble.

It’s hard to imagine.

How many more surprises are waiting for them in Polar Star’s [Film Versions].

You know.

This was just watching two [Film Versions].

But the impact brought was unprecedented.

And Polar Star this time.

Released 960 [Film Versions].

Unlike the first batch, those [WWII Celebrities] and [Huaxia Emperors and Generals] that Blue Star netizens were familiar with, many of this batch were not recognized by Blue Star netizens.

But their deeds, from Li He and Yan Yan Zhenqing, could be seen.

All carried a lot of shock.

And that’s not all.

Fang Ming moved his body, the shock he just experienced eased, and then looking at the screenshot of the headline ranking just now, he looked at the current Federation headline again.

It was completely different.

The first and second rankings of [Yan Yan Zhenqing] and [Manuscript of the Sacrificial Nephew] had also dropped, replaced by new [Huaxia] history series characters.

Obviously.

As time passed, more and more [Huaxia] celebrities were watched by netizens, constantly updating the hot searches on the headlines.

The main reason was that there were too many 960 [Film Versions].

And they could all be linked together.

Every [Film Version] was not watched in vain.

Fang Ming looked at the Polar Star forum, at this time the public opinion about [Film Version] had exploded, and all the posts were discussing the characters of [Film Version].

The posts on the first page of the forum, refreshing once, would find that everything had changed.

Discussing at a speed of countless posts updated every second.

Even clicking into a post and coming out, if you don't pay attention, when you go back to find it, you can't find it in the front, and you have to flip through many pages to see it.

Even if the speed is slow, it was refreshed again.

Fang Ming randomly looked at some posts, then returned to the stream, looking at the Polar Star official website page and said: "This headline refreshes too fast, fortunately we took screenshots before."

"..."

"Let's look at the previous ones first."

"Let me see... after that is Zhuge Liang."

"Everyone knows a lot about this, let's watch it later."

"Let me see the ones below... um... Jiang Wei? Wu Wu Zixu?" ===== CHAPTER 289 =====

"Everyone knows a lot about this, let's watch it later."

"Let me see the ones below... Hmm... Jiang Wei? Wu Wu Zixu?"