Before sunrise, Sima Guang must make a good choice.

It's death. There's no way to blame a bad king with all one's blood.

Prove your innocence with a noble head. Still alive? Of course, this is conditional to live.

From now on, he will be an incomplete person. Sima Qian could not restrain the resentment rising in his heart.

The scene in court yesterday is vivid.

When Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty roared hysterically, when the officials of the civil and military in the Qing Dynasty trembled, and when Li Ling was suddenly recognized as a traitor from a hero, Sima Qian felt that something was suppressed in his chest.

Maybe it's history, maybe it's the responsibility to record history, and let him know that history must be true.

So he stood up.

Later events proved that the impulse at that time was fatal.

Sima Qian and Li Ling don't get along well.

No one can understand how to make strangers angry.

He suddenly thought of death.

Think of Quyuan throwing himself into the river.

I thought of the remains of Gu's sons in shouyangshan.

He wants to abandon this world, this dark and dirty world.

Never live in humiliation. Being an incomplete person is death. He should also be a gentleman.

Sima Qian sat down in front of the bed, closed his eyes and was silent for a long time.

His chest heaved violently, his fingers kept shaking, and at dawn, a cry came from outside the prison:

"Did Sima Qian think about it?"

"Let me see, I choose corruption."

Two clear tears rolled down my cheeks.

Sima Qian cried silently.

Thousands of years later, a poet said that true courage is not to die heroically for something, but to live humbly for something.

Then a whimper of autumn wind blew up the yellow pages of historical records.