"We should have killed him in the first place!" Guo Tu shook his sleeves and said through gritted teeth.
Yuan Tan's expression also became extremely embarrassed.
This is not only because of his relationship with Yuan Shu, but also because Yuan Shu's actions will ruin his future.
Once Yuan Shao is angered to death, he will have to stay in mourning for at least three years.
Three years later, Jizhou has long been pacified. Where can he find opportunities to make meritorious deeds?
This uncle is indeed crazy. He is in his forties and is still so unreasonable.
Yuan Tan was angry but had no choice but to ask Guo Tu for advice.
Guo had no idea, so he could only suggest not letting Yuan Shao know about it, go directly to the small courtyard he purchased, and pretend that it didn't happen.
Anyway, the stone tablet doesn't have legs, so it won't come to the door by itself.
After resting for a few days, Yuan Tan will get up immediately when Yuan Shao's health is slightly better, and he should be able to catch up with the war in Jizhou.
Yuan Tan thought about it a lot, and it seemed that this was the only feasible way.
Guo Tu drove away the knights and ordered them not to report similar news again to avoid arousing Yuan Shao's suspicion.
The knight took the order and left. Guo Tu and Yuan Tan discussed some details before turning back to Yuan Shao.
"Let's go." Yuan Shao, who closed his eyes to rest, slowly opened his eyes and said softly.
Seeing that Yuan Shao's expression was the same, Yuan Tan was secretly happy. He responded, carried Yuan Shao back to the car, ordered people to put away the curtains of the case, and set off again.
The carriage moved forward slowly.
After passing the tributary of Ru River and about to rush to the small courtyard, Yuan Shao suddenly knocked on the wall of the carriage, called Yuan Tan, and ordered: "Go to the ancestral tomb."
Yuan Shao frowned slightly. "I have already hid from Luoyang to Ruyang, how long will I have to hide?"
Yuan Tan's face froze, and when he was about to speak, Guo Tu tugged on his sleeve, turned to the coachman and said, "Go to Yuan's ancestral tomb."
The coachman shouted, turned the horse's head, and drove towards Yuan's ancestral tomb.
Yuan Shao did not close the car window. He leaned against the car wall and looked at the scenery passing by the car window, his expression surprisingly calm.
The scene of the last time I returned to Ruyang is still vivid in my mind, but the situation is completely different.
At that time, he was high-spirited and responded to every call, and the scholar-bureaucrats in Shandong only followed his lead. When he returned to Ruyang, his troops were strong and thousands of people came to greet him.
Now, he is a fallen phoenix, all alone. He has only a few followers and no one to greet him.
He thought of the crow on the gate of Yuan's old house again, and couldn't help but raise a self-deprecating smile on his lips.
Looking at the black love, whose house is it in?
You know what these celebrities say is unreliable.
The newly erected stone monument was very conspicuous, and Yuan Shao saw it before he even got out of the car.
The Yuan clan members who were guarding the ancestor's tomb did not stop him, nor did they come forward to salute. They just watched from a distance with a trace of pity in their eyes.
He knows Yuan Shao.
More than twenty years ago, when Yuan Shao began to mourn his mother, he began to guard his ancestral tomb. He saw Yuan Shao's every move and whoever came to visit him, and he kept it in his heart.
Including the last time Yuan Shao led his army south to the Central Plains and returned to Ruyang to visit tombs, but was expelled from the clan by Yuan Shu in the name of the head of the family.
He watched Yuan Shao dormant and cultivate his reputation, watched Yuan Shao become famous all over the world, and watched Yuan Shao lose his reputation.
Seeing Yuan Shao approaching, he cupped his hands, bowed slightly, and nodded in greeting.
Just like Yuan Shao did when he was in mourning and raising his name.
Yuan Shao stopped, glanced at him, nodded, and walked over slowly.
Arriving in front of the tall stone monument, Yuan Shao broke free from Yuan Tan's hand, held the tombstone with one hand, and raised the other hand to block the sun.
The winter sun poured down and shone on the stone tablet, making every word look so dazzling that he had to cover some of it with his hands.
The tomb is well carved, and the stone material is fine and solid. The calligraphy is excellent, and the carving is also very fine. Each stroke seems to have been written directly on it, and the momentum is vivid.
"I am a dandy, born in the family of Zhongding, raised in the hands of a woman. When I was young, I did not know the hardships of farming and the fatigue of harvesting. I have been studying since I was a child, admiring the sages before me, envying their high reputations, and thinking about helping the world..."
Yuan Shao groaned softly and couldn't help laughing.
"Gongzhi, the highway is right, this is your article."
Guo Tu stood aside, his face red.
When he came to the monument, he saw his name at a glance.
Yuan Shu really did a great job and directly engraved his name on it. Yuan Shao obviously saw it, of course, he may have guessed it. But he never mentioned it before reading the article.
This stele tree is here. Although Yuan Shao has been ruined, he cannot escape from it.
Yuan Shao continued to read, and one by one, they were written on the tablet and appeared in front of his eyes.
Guo Tu wrote very restrainedly and did not write out everything he had done, but every word was like a whip on him, exposing the unbearable hypocrisy under his famous reputation and leaving him completely bruised.
Although he covered the sun with his hands, Yuan Shao still burst into tears.
Before he could finish reading the inscription, his vision went dark, the world was spinning, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on the inscription, dyeing the newly engraved words red.
Yuan Tan was shocked and rushed over to hug Yuan Shao.
Yuan Shao stood up with all his strength, pushed Yuan Tan away, and roared loudly: "Heaven, since the destiny of the Han family is still intact, why bother to harm me by sending prophecies about the troubled times in Weiwei? Since you have no intention of favoring me, why should you make me inherit the destiny of the clan?
Hope?"
He burst into tears and looked like he was crazy. The scarf on his head fell off, his gray and sparse hair spread out, and his clothes were opened, revealing his withered chest.
He pointed at the sky and shouted at the ground, shouting and cursing incessantly. Blood flew from the corners of his mouth and splashed everywhere. His voice was unclear, but his tone became more intense, as if he was facing an enemy of life and death and would not stop until death.
Yuan Tan was frightened and panicked, while Guo Tu looked pale and motionless.
He followed Yuan Shao for a long time and heard a few familiar words from Yuan Shao's unclear words.
Famous person, party member, destiny, Yuan family.
Mistake me, misunderstand me.
Whether it is intentional or not, there is no imperial court or emperor here.
Is it because my article did not mention the imperial court or the emperor?
But my article didn’t mention the Mandate of Heaven or the Yuan family.
Just when Guo Tu was puzzled, Yuan Shao suddenly shouted, bent down, and rushed towards the stone monument.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Yuan Shao hit the stone tablet, blood splattered.
Yuan Shao was shocked, rushed over, and held Yuan Shao in his arms.
There was a big gash in Yuan Shao's forehead, and blood gushed out from it, staining Yuan Shao's face and Yuan Tan's hands red.
"Ah Weng" Yuan Tan exclaimed, tears streaming down his face.
"Be careful and stay away from the party members." Yuan Shao's mood suddenly became extremely calm, and his voice became clear. He grabbed Yuan Tan's hand, his eyes widened, and he stared into Yuan Tan's eyes. "
Remember, they...successful and failed...have..."
Yuan Tan was stunned, watching the look in Yuan Shao's eyes quickly dissipate, and watching Yuan Shao's head hang down weakly, with a pair of lifeless eyes looking at the sky unwillingly.
"Guo Gong, Guo Gong..." Yuan Tan shouted repeatedly.
Guo Tu remained motionless, looking up at the stone tablet and sighing quietly.
"When two people are of the same mind, their sharpness is as strong as metal. If they are of the same mind, they are as stinky as orchids. Maybe this is God's will."