The Human Emperor

“In the Battle of the Southwest, everyone remembers only the good hands of the teenager, who came alone with thousands of pieces of wealth, to wreak havoc and defeat the great march of Mengwu's 400,000 armies with 100,000. Everyone has to celebrate the heroes of the Juvenile Marquis, the military laws of the past, and how many people in the southwest used to be rich, used to be harmonious, once the people of the two countries ate pot of milk blended together! ”

Speaking of the last words, Mr. Book was grieved.

“Bastard! ”

Su Shixuan was furious:

“My lord, these guys simply use their hearts and minds to make sure that everyone pushes their responsibilities to adults and deliberately leads dirty water to adults! Who knows, the war in the southwest broke out long before adults intervened. And if it weren't for you, the southwest realm would be more than a thousand miles of red land. Death and injury don't know how much to reach! This bastard, I don't know how many people have paid to say that, I have to rip his mouth off! ”

An unnamed rage burst out, Su Shixuan didn't say anything, got up and left, his fist snapped. Talking is talking about books, talking about things. Like this one, he deliberately reminds people of the consequences of the southwest war and Wang Chong. He is extremely evil. If he does not receive money and is instructed to do so, how can he not believe it?

It took so long to follow Wang Zheng, just because he clearly knew what Wang Zheng had done and what had been paid for the Empire, it was even more intolerable for others to insult and stigmatize Wang Zheng. This even goes beyond the anger of their own humiliation. This is also what Su Shixuan and others have in common.

Such humiliation should never be inflicted on a man who, with sincerity and for the sake of his empire, saved a crisis. Otherwise, what dignity does this empire have?

“Stop! ”

Just as Su Shixuan rushed out and was about to teach that speech teacher, a voice suddenly came from his ear. Su Shixuan's heart trembled. I saw only the king behind me, the colorful and powerful, suddenly immobilized, with something special in my eyes:

“There are countless others in this school. Do you want to teach them a lesson? ”

“But the Prince...”

Su Shixuan wanted to distinguish what else. But Wang shook his hand and stopped.

“Don't you get it? I'm worried, it's never been these words, sir. It's people's hearts, you see those listening to books. ”

Wang sighed and suddenly said.

Su Shixuan's heart shocked and his subconscious turned back. With Wang Chong's eyes, he looked around the observation deck. For the first time, Su Shixuan's attention was not on the observation deck, but shifted to the audience below. Just a famous audience, all looking at the robe on the stand, Mr. Book, and seeing the gods.

It's not just them, looking out of the tavern, staring black-pressed, sitting on a board, even standing people. All the elderly, the children, the women, all raised their heads and looked at the man in the book. He was so full of color, a raven was silent.

“Buzz!”

At that moment, Su Shixuan's heart chord vibrated, as if he understood something.

“See clearly? ”

In the middle of the underworld, Wang Chung's voice came from his ear, unseen, seemingly distant:

“This time, I asked you to arrange the compartment, and come here, you're not looking at the clerk on the stage. It was the people and hearts around him. You can change a person's mind and let them change their mind. It's always them. It's the idea that already exists inside them. This writer, though inseparable from Confucianism, at least in one way, the examples he gave, the pre-war and post-war data, were all real, without any arrangement. I believe that even though we are enemies of each other, Li Junjealous and Confucius must be reluctant to do such a thing. ”

“Confucianism certainly deserves our concern, but all the time, what really deserves our concern is the changed heart. The Battle of the Great Tang has never stopped for decades. Nowadays, the mind is at peace, the mind is sick of war. And Li Jun envied them just to accommodate this thought, lucky to be born! ”

Wang Zhongshen gravitated. Although his gaze stood on Mr. Talking Book on the stage, more often than not, it was the people by the stands, outside the wine building. In their eyes, Wang Chung saw something, a change. That's what he's really worried and worried about.

“... and Northwest Great Tang, the Battle of Tyrose, the Battle of Horoshan, the Battle of Datang with less than a few victories, with a weak force, killed the millions of armies of the Great Food, even the generation of the Great Food God, Benedictine Bo, died. By virtue of this achievement, the Junior Marquis was appreciated by the Emperor and sealed the exotic king, becoming the first exotic king ever known to Datang. Nobody knows, nobody knows. But do you know the impact of this war on the whole of Da Tang? ”

On the stage, the robe said the bookmaster knocked on the plank and continued:

“The Silk Road is the busiest trade corridor for our Datang, and every year the camel merchants cross the road, the rivers are endless and countless. Silk, agate, coral, emerald, tea, porcelain…, day and day, tightly packed, accumulating like mountains, all the way through Xixi, Ansi, Passover Ross, then from Samarkand, Khoroshan…, all the way into distant food, strips and even further afield. This is a true path of abundance, and even many businessmen call it the Golden Road, saying that it is not trade that flows, but gold like gold juice. Because of its wealth, the Silk Road is packed with horse bandits and bandits, but now what? ”

“Bandit horse bandits have long disappeared, and on the Silk Road, although the trade between East and West has not been cut off, the merchant teams that travel there are now sparse, less than one, far from the past. This war between the Great Tang and the Great Foods has brought about a complete breakdown of trade between the two sides. And Khoroshan is an iron wall that cuts off this important trade road, which involves tens of millions, if not nearly hundreds of millions of taels of gold each year. ”

“Speaking of southwest, everyone thinks it's too far. But the Silk Road begins with us, the Great Tang King. How much silk, porcelain, tea, and all sorts of other goods are sold each year, like running water. But after this war, what's happening now, and nobody feels it? Don't you feel that your standard of living has decreased and the goods sold have become scarce? There are no more Hu people who have come to Beijing Master before. Datang can feel the hostility and rejection of the other party wherever other wild businessmen run. This is war! Is that what you want? ”

At the end of the day, Mr. Robe's voice suddenly pulled up a lot.

Under the stands, the silence, the atmosphere is very depressing. Unlike before, this time, people's eyes reveal the divine colour of thought.

“Peace! We don't want war! ”

In the crowd, I don't know who called it. Soon, others came to wake up as if awake.

“No war! ”

“No war! ”

……

A few people were still sparse at first, but then more and more people shouted with excitement. The voices of everyone seemed to have become one, and in the end, even the visitors in the winery in the clouds screamed.

“Ridiculous! ”

Just at the height of the crowd, all of a sudden, a loud drink came. Just inside the tavern room not far from Wang Shou, a big man came out of the box with a warlord's breath and a knock over the table.

“You rotten bastard! The sergeants were desperate on the front line, throwing their heads in hot blood, and Margot wrapped their bodies, and coming to you, was that the source of the disaster? Without us warlords, do you know how many more people will die and be wounded? ”

The brilliant middle-aged man, angry like a lion, a few arrows, jumped onto the observation deck, grabbed the collar of the man who said the book, like a chicken, lifted him off the ground.

“None of my business. None of my business! I'm just talking about things...”

Mr. Book of the robe, full of fear, constantly clapping the hands of a strong man, there is no way to fight.

All of a sudden, the elbow and armpit appeared, and everyone was stunned by the scene.

“Outrageous! ”

At this time, a violent drunkenness came and everyone had not yet reacted, the light flashed, a young man, white clothes like snow, suddenly appeared on the observatory of the liquor store on the second floor, with a single move, the middle aged man's arm was opened, his cave was sealed, and the man was caught.

Just as he captured the middle-aged man, the white man slid his sleeves and revealed an ink mark on his wrist. Seeing this mark, Wang Chong and Su Shixuan in the compartment all had slight facial changes.

“My lord, it's Confucian! ”

Su Shixuan sank his voice. The middle-aged man, with a strong military aura, should have seven or eight times more strength in Xuan Wu Realm, but under the young man in Confucian white, he did not have the ability to resist a bit.

“Let go of me, who are you people! ”

At this time, only the middle-aged man shouted loudly. As he spoke, he resisted violently.

“Humph, we are the newly established Shao Fu Department of the Royal Court, specializing in the pacification of riots in the King's Division and everywhere, especially in dealing with crimes committed by all martial generals and soldiers. If you need anything, tell your boss to report it to the Shao Fu Shrine! ”

The young man in white at Confucian Gate spoke coldly. As he spoke, his palms swayed, illuminating a token with three words hidden from him.

“Somebody, take him away! ”

The young man in white was cold and waved towards the rear. Immediately, two heavily armed fighters took the middle-aged man to the left and right and walked downstairs.

“Young Master? What Young Master! I've never heard of it. Let go of me! ”

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the young man in white, still struggling.

“It doesn't matter if you don't know, it won't take long for everyone to know! Take it away!”

White Clothed Young Admiral.