In 756 AD, it was the time when An Lushan, the governor of the three towns of the Tang Dynasty, rebelled. At this time, a war was going on in Changshan County in the Central Plains. An Lushan's general Shi Siming led troops to besiege Changshan City, which was guarded by Yan Gaoqing, the prefect of the Tang Dynasty.
Yan Gaoqing, the prefect of the Tang Dynasty who defended the city, led the Tang Dynasty army. On the one hand, he defended the city in the face of rebels dozens of times larger than his own, and on the other hand, he sent his son Yan Jiming to request reinforcements.
On this day, Shi Siming led the army to attack Changshan City again. Another day passed, but Changshan City still stood in front of him. He sat in the Chinese army tent, looking at the map of Changshan in front of him, racking his brains but couldn't think of a way to break the city.
At this time, there was a burst of scolding from soldiers outside. Shi Siming, who was already upset, stood up from the handsome chair angrily and asked the flag officer outside the door: "What happened outside?" Why are things so noisy?"
Soon the flag gate officer went down to inquire and reported back: "Reporting to the general, the patrolling soldiers caught the spies of the Tang Dynasty and just took them back to the camp for interrogation."
When Shi Siming heard the report from the flag officer, he immediately became energetic. He said: "Lead the way. I will wait for my general to go and see in person. Who is the spy caught?"
Shi Siming put on his helmet and armor and walked towards the cell where the spies were imprisoned, led by the flag gate officer. In the cell, Yan Jiming endured the pain in his body and stared at the rebel officer who captured him. He gritted his steel teeth to prevent himself from groaning under the brutal beatings of the rebels.
Looking at Yan Jiming's iron-clad appearance, the rebel officer couldn't help but feel panicked. He raised his whip and cursed: "Are you going to attack or not? Tell me! Who are you? What's your name?" What is your position in the Tang army? Why do you want to leave the city?" Yan Jiming listened to the rebel officer's question and looked at the whip raised high with a look of determination on his face. , even if the opponent's whip hit him, he didn't even frown.
As the rebel officers shouted, Yan Jiming had dozens of wounds on his body, and his hair hung messily in front of his forehead, covering his entire face.
The rebel officer once again raised the whip in his hand and said through gritted teeth: "I don't believe you are made of iron. Let's see how long you can hold on! Speak! Speak quickly."
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The whip passed through the air and hit Yan Jiming's body, making a "snap" sound. Yan Jiming felt as if his body was about to burst, and the huge pain made him almost pass out.
Yan Jiming stubbornly raised his head again and looked at the rebel officer with contempt through the messy hair on his forehead, with endless ridicule in his eyes. "Believe it or not, I will kill you with one knife?" The rebel officer was angered by Yan Jiming's mocking gaze. He threw away his whip and pulled out his sword, trying to kill Yan Jiming. Yan Jiming looked at the sharp scimitar in the opponent's hand, thinking about his father Yan Gaoqing who was still waiting for news about him in Changshan City, and his uncle Yan Zhenqing who was far away in Pingyuan County. He thought to himself: "Father, uncle, Mr. Ji Ming One step forward. Ji Ming vows not to surrender to the enemy. He will live up to the king and his ancestors."
While Yan Jiming was waiting to die, a shout came from outside the cell: "Stop! General, I came here to see who this person is. He must be someone with such character."
As he spoke, Shi Siming walked into the cell and looked at the person tied to the pillar. She reached out and lifted his hair and saw Yan Jiming's face.
"Hahaha," Shi Siming burst into laughter when he saw Yan Jiming's face, and then said, "This is really hard to find, and it takes no effort to get it. I am worried that I can't break it." I didn’t expect that Changshan Governor Yan Gaoqing’s son would be captured by me. With the help of God, Changshan City will be destroyed soon. Please take good care of Mr. Yan and not let him die.”
"Yes!" Amidst a burst of soldiers' responses, Shi Siming turned around and left the cell, happily returned to his Chinese army tent, beat drums to gather the generals, and arranged for Yan Jiming to threaten Yan Gaoqing the next day. .
In the early morning of the next day, the rebels approached Changshan City in a mighty manner. In the center of a pair of infantrymen, Yan Jiming was tied up in a prison car, and Shi Siming followed behind the prison car, holding a long gun in his hand, triumphantly. Looking at the head of Changshan City.
Yan Gaoqing stood on the top of the city and saw the rebels stopped a hundred meters below the city. As the infantry spread out to both sides, a prison car appeared in his sight.
Yan Gaoqing looked at the prison car from a distance. His heart twitched and tears fell uncontrollably. The man in the prison car is his son Yan Jiming.
Shi Siming pointed his spear at the city head and said loudly: "Yan Gaoqing, Prefect Yan! Do you know the person in the prison car?"
Hearing Shi Siming's words, Yan Jiming tried his best to open his eyes. His eyes looked towards the city head. He saw his father's eyes filled with tears, his hands shaking slightly, and he opened his mouth to shout, but found that his mouth was blocked by the rebels.
Yan Jiming looked at his father on the top of the city, kowtowed gently with his head on the wooden stick in front of the prison car, and then used the last strength of his body to head towards the direction of Luoyang, the base of the rebels. Go up. Blood stains flowed down Yan Jiming's forehead. Yan Jiming was too seriously injured and lacked strength, so he attempted suicide.
Yan Gaoqing watched every move of his son Yan Jiming at the top of the city, knowing that this was his son's actions to say goodbye to him, and his actions to tell him to fight the rebels to the end! Shi Siming looked at Yan Jiming and asked the soldiers to open the prison car and pull him to the bottom of the city. The swordsman stood beside Yan Jiming with a big knife in his hand, pointing his gun at Yan Gaoqing on the city and threatening him loudly: "Yan Gaoqing, this is your son Yan Jiming. Your son is in my hands, but his life is in your hands. As long as you sacrifice Changshan City, your son Yan Jiming and you can meet again. If you are still stubborn and continue to resist, I don't mind today. Let you experience the feeling of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person."
Yan Gaoqing looked at his son Yan Jiming and shouted: "Ji Ming, my son! You are my father's good son. , Dad will be proud of you for the rest of his life! Go ahead with peace of mind! As long as Dad is still alive, he will never let Changshan City fall into the hands of the rebels."
Yan Jiming heard Chengtou's father. He shouted and kowtowed to the ground to show that he understood what his father meant and thanked his father for his upbringing.
Shi Siming did not expect that Yan Gaoqing would be so determined. Looking at the increasingly saddened defenders at the top of the city, Shi Siming knew that the sad soldiers must win. He knew that he could not let things develop any longer, so he gave the order loudly. : "Kill, kill him for me!"
The swordsman's ghost-headed sword fell from the sky, and Yan Jiming's loyal and loyal blood fell on Changshan City. At the same time, Shi Siming gave an order, and tens of thousands of rebels began to storm Changshan City. The defenders of Changshan City were moved by Yan Gaoqing and his son's deeds as if they were dead. They roared and waved their weapons at the rebels attacking the city... A few days later, Changshan City ran out of ammunition and food and was captured by the rebels. Yan Gaoqing Qing was escorted back to Luoyang by Shi Siming and handed over to An Lushan. Yan Gaoqing cursed An Lushan and said, "I am a minister of the Tang Dynasty and I have always been loyal and righteous. How could I make trouble with a traitor?" An Lushan was furious and ordered Yan Gaoqing's tongue to be cut out, but Yan Gaoqing was still angry. The scolding continued until he died.
A few days later, Yan Jiming's uncle, Yan Zhenqing, a great calligrapher of the Tang Dynasty, sent people to find the skull of his nephew Yan Jiming on the battlefield. "Fu", full of passion and grief and indignation.
When he was performing sacrifices, he showed his true feelings and wrote quickly: In the first year of the Yuan Dynasty, Wuxu, September, Geng Wushuo, Renshen on the third day, the thirteenth uncle, Yin Qing Guanglu (big) official, envoy Chijie, Puzhou military officers, Puzhou governor, captain of Shangqingchao, and Zhenqing, the founding lord of Danyang County, offered a clear drink of concubine and shame to his deceased nephew as a tribute to the spirit of the good doctor Ji Ming: Wei'er is born, has long been a symbol of young virtue, the ancestral temple is decorated with hulian, and the courtyard is filled with magnolia, which comforts people's hearts every time. When Fang Qiu entered the valley, why would he want to cause trouble among rebels and rebels? Your father is sincere, and Changshan is the county. During the rest of the time, he is also in the plains. My dear friend, I love you. I have spread the word to you. Now that you have returned home, your love will open. Once the earth gate is opened, there is great power, the thieves and ministers do not save him, the isolated city is besieging him, the father is trapped and the son is dead, the nest is overturned and the eggs are overturned. If God does not regret the misfortune, who is responsible for the evil? I think you are disabled, how can you redeem your body? Alas! I inherited Tianze, moved to Muhe Pass, and the springs were brighter than those of others, and then fell into Changshan Mountain. I carry my head with you, and hereby return it with you, to caress you deeply, and to mourn my heart. When the sun is far away, Bu'er's house is secluded, his soul is aware, and he has no guests for a long time. Alas! Shangxiao.
The general idea is: It was in the first year of Qianyuan of Emperor Suzong of the Tang Dynasty, which was 758, and the lunar calendar was the year of Wuxu. The ninth month of the lunar calendar is Gengwu, and the third day is Renshen.
Yan Jiming's thirteenth uncle is Dr. Guanglu, who wears a silver seal and a green ribbon. He is named Envoy Chijie and is the governor of Puzhou in Puzhou's military affairs. Yan Zhenqing was awarded the title of Captain of the Imperial Guard and was promoted to the title of Founding Marquis of Danyang County. Nowadays, sake and a variety of delicacies are used to pay homage to the deceased nephew of Yan Jiming, the doctor of Zanshan.
Only you, Ji Ming, are outstanding since you were born, and you have always shown virtues that are rare for young people.
You are like an important weapon in my ancestral temple, and you are like the herbs and fairy trees growing in our courtyard, which often make us feel very happy. I was expecting you to be happy and a good official, Ji Ming, but the traitor An Lushan took the opportunity to provoke and rebel.
Your father Yan Gaoqing worked hard and served as the governor of Changshan. I, Yan Zhenqing, accepted the imperial appointment at that time and also served as the prefect of Pingyuan. My dear friend, Gao Qing, out of love for me, has asked you to be responsible for contacting me and sending me messages. Since you have returned to Changshan, Tumen has been recaptured. After the Tumen was opened, the majesty of Anlu Mountain was greatly frustrated. The traitor Wang Chengye supported his troops and refused to save him, so the isolated city of Changshan was besieged and captured. His father Yan Gaoqing, his son Yan Jiming and their family members were killed one after another.
It's like a bird's nest being knocked down from a tree. The eggs will naturally be broken. Where can there be intact eggs? Oh my God! Faced with such a tragedy, don't you feel regretful! Who caused this disaster? Thinking of the cruelty you, Ji Ming, suffered, how can a hundred bodies redeem your true body?
Alas! I accept the favor of the emperor and am sent to Heguan as a shepherd. My relative, Quanming, went to Changshan and came back with the coffin containing your head. The feelings of care and longing are overwhelming, and the tremendous grief makes people's hearts tremble and their faces change color.
Please wait for a day that is not too far away, and I will choose a good cemetery to bury you. If your soul has knowledge, don't complain about being a guest here for a long time. Alas! Please enjoy these offerings!
Yan Zhenqing's writing is full of emotions, regardless of clumsiness, and he writes in one go. He often writes until the pen is dry, which makes it even more vigorous and smooth. .
Yan Zhenqing