The Human Emperor

Wang Zhuang shook up, the situation in front of him was completely unexpected. Wang Chong hasn't encountered the constraints of the world in a long time since he gained a lot of Destiny Energy Points in the Battle of the Southwest. Every time the constraints of the world, as long as there are enough destiny energy points, have no effect, but this event is clearly not the same.

However, before waiting for Wang Zheng to think deeply, the next moment, the door opened, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun and others flooded in. As soon as the four of them came in, they swept inside the room and quickly fell on Wang Zheng. Since last night, Wang Chung has been writing inside for as long as they've been standing outside. Everyone is full of anxiety.

“Prince, how are you? ”

A walker looked at Wang Zheng behind the desk and his heart was filled with worry. Wang Chung's face was pale, his body was thin, and the whole person looked thin. But even though he looked very tired, Wang Chong's eyes were shiny. But the more so, the more worried the four of us are.

Wang Chong didn't speak, just waved his hand:

“Su Shixuan, Cheng Sanyuan, Xue Qianjun, Xu Koyi, give you one thing and take these papers on the table. I want you to typeset, print, bind and distribute them in my name throughout the Empire as quickly as possible. Within three days, I want this book to be seen everywhere, including Kyushu counties! ”

Speaking of which, Wang stuck out a finger pointing to a thick piece of paper on the table.

At that moment, the entire study was silent, and the eyes of all gathered on the letter paper.

From the moment they first entered the study, they noticed that Wang had an extra load of paper in front of him, and the letter paper, dense and numb, the pen and ink had not dried.

No one knows exactly what Wang Chung wrote, but everyone knows that it will take Wang Chung five days and it must not be easy for him to make a solemn order.

“Yes!”

The four men complimented each other and left with that thick piece of paper. But even the four of us didn't know that from the moment they stepped out of the room, that thick piece of paper would completely change Datang and even the surrounding countries.

……

The storm of the day soon passed, the Orient grew white, and the entire Beijing master quickly restored calm. Wang Chong caused the heavenly and earth vision when writing in the study, for the people of the Beijing master, it was just a mirror flower and water moon, and did not have much effect on the people. It only gave people a little more capital, and the march population has not diminished.

Chengxi, Li Zheng meat bakery.

Throughout the King Master, the meat bags of this shop are famous, the legend is founded by a couple named Li Zheng, within the family, the father and son are passed on, and more than seventy years from now, famous for their thin filling, soft and soft fragrance. There are many customers in Beijing who even spend an hour eating meat buns from this family.

Morning meat bakery, hot and fragrant, with lots of customers at the door.

“Boss, three meat buns! ”

Suddenly a voice arrived, a middle-aged clerk in a robe, about thirty years old, half against the bunk, saying, as he spoke, three pieces of copper money were drained from his arms and placed on the bunk.

“Zhang Xiucai, do you still want to go to the tea house after eating buns? ”

After the bunk shop, the owner squeezed the bun and whispered a greeting. Apparently very familiar with the robe clerk.

“Hehe, yeah! ”

The clergyman answered absent-minded, turning his head to the bookshop beside him.

The bookstore is run by a bookseller in his 40s who keeps three strands of beard and comes here every morning to sell books. Datang and surrounding countries, the dynasty is different from generation to generation, the cultural atmosphere is extremely intense, not only is it first-class, ordinary people also like to buy and sell books, collections, or family heirlooms.

And the robe clerk likes this mouthful. Every time he comes to see if there are any newly published books, as soon as he discovers them, he will buy them home and carefully read them. But the robe clerk hasn't found a new book here in a long time.

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, Robe Vincent's eyebrows moved and suddenly noticed an extra book on the bookseller's bunk.

“Power is Truth"? What a strange name! ”

The Robe Man was secretly surprised by the fact that he had studied since he was 10 years old, had collected books, and had read them for more than 20 years now under strange titles, but had never encountered such titles. And from the title, you can't see what it says.

And the book made him feel completely different from any book he had ever hidden.

“Master, what is this book? How come I've never seen it before? Is that the old gentleman's new book? ”

The middle-aged man said.

“Ah? It's Zhang Xiucai! That's not true, this is a new book, it just came this morning, and the people who wrote this book are famous, and they are the exotic kings of our Great Tang. I heard he was sick and leached and wrote this book, and I was going to use it as a pavilion treasure for the bookstore, and I would keep a collection of my own. ”

The bookseller smiled.

“What?! ”

When he heard the bookseller's words, the Blue Robe Clerk was shocked and his eyes opened fiercely.

An exotic king? I have heard of the exotic king's planning, the winner of thousands of miles, is Datang's new generation of gods of war, he has never heard of the exotic king's such deep creation on the literary path, he can still write books.

Robe Vincent suddenly left the meat bun shop, grabbed the book in the bookshop, turned with joy, but only a few quick eyes, Robe Vincent Holland changed his face:

“Boss, how much is this book? ”

“Ten Wen, but I don't sell...”

The bookseller subconsciously realized, however, that the word ”selling” had not yet been said, only heard the ringing bell for a while, ten pieces of copper money quickly left on the bookstore, the Zhang named Qingyuan Wenshi held the book, without saying anything, and left directly.

“Eh! Your bun! ”

……

“Pfft, pfft! ”

Counsellor Shao Zhang's office sounded in a hurry. Only two hours later, a Confucian disciple hurried into Li Junqiao's room. The weather is not hot, yet the Confucian disciple is sweaty and looks extremely disturbed.

“Son, no good. A book came out from the exotic king, now Luoyang paper is expensive, the city is full of sensation, almost one of the people in the Beijing master, the situation is extremely bad! ”

“Oh, yeah? When you think about it, he's about to fight back, but is that what he thinks of? ”

Li Jun smiled softly, waved his hand and remained idle. He was not moved at all. Whether it's Datang disarmament or marching against the war, counting the placement of classrooms in the three major training camps before, counting the time, if you don't want to sit there, there should be movement.

If Wang Chung did nothing, he would be really surprised.

“Sir, no, it's different this time! Young master, you'll see! ”

Unexpectedly, when Li Junjealous said, the Confucian disciple had more cold sweat on his forehead, and the whole person became more anxious. He seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but didn't know how to express it. He was in a hurry to blush, so he opened a bag around him and handed over the book he bought on the street.

Li Junqiao opened a piece of Xuan paper. He was waving ink on it. When the Confucian disciple handed it over, Li Junqiao still didn't care. However, he just glanced at it and saw the simple five words on the book door page. Li Junqiao suddenly changed his face.

“Give it to me and let me see! ”

Li Junjie's divine color suddenly became more solemn. He placed the brush filled with dense ink on Xuan Paper, contaminated a large piece of it, and didn't even notice it.

“Hualala! ”

Taking over the book from the Confucian disciple, he opened the door page. Li Junyi just glanced at it and the whole person was struck hard. The blood on your face faded clean, without initial calm, appearance, confidence, and dazzling.

“Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! …… ”

Looking at the book in his hand, Li Jun was trembling with envy. His face grew whiter and brighter. For the first time in his life, Li Jun envied the mess. At that moment, he finally understood why the Confucian disciple of the letter, so panicked and so disturbed, was not at all as simple as a book. This book is about prying the roots of the Confucianism and Confucianism.

……

“Boom Boom Boom! ”

Whether it is Li Junje or Confucian, or Zhongzhong's old lady and Qi Wang and others, no one thought that Wang's shock back was so fierce, so overwhelming, so horrible.

From Hu Luoshan recall, Wang Chong has been deprived of all military power. In the chapel, the Great Prince, Li Linfu, Qi Wang and the old master, together with Li Junye, have almost completely monopolized the chapel. People thought that Wang Chong, even if he had great ability, could not cause any wind and rain. However, no one thought that no military power was in hand, no power was in power, and the King's stormy counter-attack could not be achieved by any military power or regime.

Because Wang Chong's attack is pointing directly at people's hearts!

“Strength is truth, weakness is the predator of the weak…, so speak, where is the benevolence and courtesy of my great Tang! ”

In a bamboo forest, an old Confucian looked at the letter in his hand and the whole popularity shivered.

“heresy! This is the heresy of red fruit! Anyone who dares to make such a statement should be hanged! ”

And elsewhere, a fierce, famous Daju, after reading the book, bang on the table, the whole person was angry.

“A Prince Tang of Tang Tang in Tang Tang Tang actually said such words, it was worse than a pig dog! ”

In another place, four or five Daju, who criticized Wang Chong in the procession, gathered together, angry.

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However, without mentioning the reactions of Confucianism in Beijing, when "Power is Truth" was fully released in Beijing, the sensations and shocks caused were unimaginable to all. There has never been a precedent in the history of thousands of years in the Middle East for the publication of literary books by the Musketeers. Especially if this book is hung by the name of Wang Chong, the effect of the exotic king in Beijing is unimaginable to all.