AWB Chapter 129 The Historian Was Killed
Chapter 129 The Historian Was Killed
Tai Shi Bo ignored Cui Zhu and walked straight to the table to open the bamboo slips.
It was written on it: "On the yi-hai day of the fifth month, Cui Zhu murdered his lord, Duke Zhuang, Jiang Guang."
Cui Zhu looked forward and immediately flew into a rage: "Old bastard! Don't take my honor! Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Taishi Bo laughed coldly: "Haha! Cui Zhu, even if you kill me, I will not surrender!"
"Okay! It's not easy to die, I will send you to see the King of Hell!"
After saying that, he drew his sword and stabbed it towards Tai Shi Bo's chest.
"Ah!" Taishi Bo fell to the ground. Seeing that he was not dead yet, Cui Zhu rushed forward and attacked him with his sword.
Seeing that Tai Shi Bo was completely dead, he wiped the blood stains on the sword on his body.
He spat again, "What a stubborn bastard! Is it so hard to write a few words? He'd rather die than write!"
In the State of Qi, historians were hereditary. Tai Shi Bo had four brothers. After Bo died, his second brother Zhong succeeded him as Tai Shi.
After Taishi Zhong took office, Cui Zhu approached him and said, "Taishi Zhong, I believe you already know the cause of your brother's death."
"I hope you won't follow in his brother's footsteps and immediately record what the truth means!"
Taishi Zhong responded coldly, "Xuanzhu, you have killed my brother. If I submit to you, won't my brother's life be wasted?"
Cui Zhu looked at Taishi Zhong with a look that was as if he were looking at a dead man: "You mean you want to be like your brother and die rather than surrender?"
Taishi Zhong said fearlessly: "Cui Zhu! I know you are very powerful. No one can stop you from killing people."
"You can kill me or chop me up as you please! But you want me to submit to you! That's impossible!"
When Cui Zhu heard this, his anger rose again. Why did another stubborn person come? Are their lives worthless?
So he shouted, "Taishi Zhong! Don't push me!"
Taishi Zhong snorted, then immediately sat down at his desk, opened the bamboo slips, and wrote: "In May of 548 BC, Cui Zhu murdered Duke Zhuang, Jiang Guang."
Upon seeing this, Cui Zhu immediately tore the bamboo slips into pieces and threw them hard on the ground.
He drew out his sword with a clang and roared, "Go to hell!"
Tai Shi Zhong screamed and fell to the ground dead.
Cui Zhu went up and kicked him twice: "Damn it, you scholars are all poor and stinking, all of you are so fucking poor and arrogant!"
After the death of the two historians, the next successor was Tai Shi Bo's third brother Tai Shi Shu.
Cui Zhu also found him again and asked Tai Shi Shu to write historical events according to his ideas.
What he didn't expect was that Uncle Taishi, like his two brothers, turned a deaf ear to Cui Zhu's words.
He cursed Cui Zhu as a traitor and immediately wrote down the truth on the bamboo slips; Cui Zhu was disloyal, killed the king and violated the will of heaven, and was a treacherous minister!
Cui Zhu was furious again and cursed: "Your whole family suffers from brain disease, it's a typical hereditary neurosis!"
"You are even worse than Jiang Guang! You are so pissed off that I am dying!"
With a "Puff!" sound, the sword pierced through Taishi Shu's body. Taishi Shu died without even a groan.
Finally, Taishi Ji took over his brother's position. Cui Zhu called him to the palace and said coldly: "Taishi Ji! Your three brothers did not listen to me and were killed by me!"
"Don't you care about your own life? Why do you have to go against me?"
"Listen to me, write down what I say, and I will spare your life!"
Taishi Ji, however, showed no fear at all. His expression remained calm and his heart remained steady as he said, "As a historian, it is my duty to write down the facts as they are."
"Think back to the time when Zhao Dun of Jin State murdered Duke Ling of Jin, and Jin's Grand Historian Dong Guzhi recorded the incident."
"Zhao Dun, however, was a man of great understanding and knew that the historian's words could not be discarded, so he was not surprised."
If I, a humble official, do not write down the Prime Minister's disgrace today, someone else in the world will surely write it down."
"The Prime Minister can kill a few of my brothers, but can he kill all the writers in the world?"
Cui Zhu pondered for a moment. Yes, even if Tai Shi Ji was killed, would it be enough to stop the people from talking nonsense?
Everyone knows that I killed the king, so I can't kill everyone in the world.
He was immediately awakened to his remaining conscience by the pride of the Taishi family.
The three brothers in this family all died because they recorded the truth, so they were not guilty.
They are not afraid of life or death, nor of power, and it seems that it is useless to threaten them with death.
Thinking of this, he sighed and threw the bamboo slips to Tai Shi Ji: "Tai Shi Ji, you are right."
"I'm impressed by you brothers. You can write whatever you like!"
Tai Shi Ji Li ignored him and walked out of the palace gate with the bamboo slips in his hand proudly.
As soon as he walked out of the palace, he saw another historian, Nan Shishi. Nan Shishi saw Tai Shi Ji coming out holding bamboo slips.
He hurried forward and asked in surprise, "Master Taishi, are you okay? That's great!"
When Taishi Ji saw that it was Nanshi, he took his hand and walked to a deserted place and asked, "Master Nan, why are you here?"
"Sir, I heard that your three brothers were killed by Cui Zhu, and today I am summoning you to the palace."
"I'm afraid something bad will happen to you again, my Lord. I'm worried that Cui Zhu will have someone distort and cover up Xia Wuyue's story."
"So, I have come here with my pen in hand, ready to take your place, and to record Cui Zhu's murder of the king in the history books."
Taishi Ji admired his courage and said, "Lord Nan, aren't you afraid of being killed by Cui Zhu?"
Nan Shi puffed out his chest, stiffened his neck, and said disdainfully, "What are you afraid of? Since ancient times, everyone has died. I will leave behind my loyalty to shine in history."
Taishi Ji excitedly grabbed Nan Shishi's hand and said, "Great! What a great way to leave a loyal heart that will shine through history! Come on, Master Nan, let's go back and write the book!"
After saying this, Tai Shi Ji was both sad and happy. He took Nan Shi's hand and left.
During the mourning period of Duke Zhuang of Qi, the ministers did not dare to enter the palace to offer condolences, for fear of getting into trouble.
Only the doctor Yan Ying ran to the coffin of Duke Zhuang of Qi and cried loudly, "My king, my king, sob, sob, sob..."
"It was because I, a humble servant, failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a mentor and failed to live up to the late king's trust that you made such a grave mistake."
"Your death is not someone else's fault, it's all my fault, wuwuwu..."
At this time, the subordinate beside him asked stupidly: "My lord, since you blame yourself so much, why don't you die with the king?"
Yan Ying was so angry that she thought, "You idiot! Don't you know I'm just crying wolf, showing my false compassion!"
He immediately stopped crying and glared at his subordinate: "Why do you say that! The king is not my king alone. If they don't go to die with him, why should I go?
The subordinate scratched his head and thought about it. He looked around and said, "Sir, look, none of the ministers dared to come to offer condolences, but you dared to come."
"If the Prime Minister finds out, he'll probably kill you. Otherwise... you better run away."
Yan Ying glared at him again: "I didn't commit any crime, why are you running away!"
Yan Ying thought to himself: We are in the same group, who would come to kill me? Hehe, silly boy, you have been kept in the dark.