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- After the nine rings of the bell,
The entire city of Yanjing was plunged into great grief, the streets and alleys, courtyards and courtyards were full of cries.
The people of Yanjing City have known for a long time that their emperor is not in good health, not to mention whether it was true or not that the Tibetan master entered Yanjing to cut off the dragon's veins, and his emperor had recuperated in the back garden for a long time. For a period of time, if it wasn't for the fact that the body was really unable to support state affairs, why would His Majesty the Emperor leave his palace?
but,
It's one thing to know, it's one thing to have a hunch,
And when the bell was actually heard ringing,
In an instant, it was still a bolt from the blue;
The emperor of the big guy, just died like this?
In their cognition, even if the emperor is sick, he will still get better, even if the emperor is really dying, then he will definitely not die;
He is the emperor,
He is the supreme being of Dayan,
he,
It really should be like being called by Wanmin Mountain, long live.
"Your Majesty Your Majesty Your Majesty"
An old man was kneeling on the street, crying loudly.
He is not a dignitary, nor an official, he is just a vegetable farmer, so his crying at this time has no other purpose, and no one will monitor whether a vegetable farmer is really sad;
Because no one cares, it seems real.
The old vegetable farmer made a living by selling vegetables. There were three sons in his family. The eldest son died in battle by the bank of the Shouwang River, the second son was guarding Nanwang City, and the youngest son was still young.
A few years ago, when the news of the death of the eldest son came, the old wife was sad for too long, and her body collapsed, and she passed away not long after.
The old vegetable farmer lived alone with his youngest son;
?Last year, there was another disaster in the country, which caused the tax collection in Fangshi to be doubled compared to the original one? Life? In fact, it was very difficult.
Logically speaking,
Who should he hate? At least? In the poems written by the scholars of Qian State, the people of Yan State should hate their militaristic emperor. Is that a traitor? Is that a tyrant? .
But the old vegetable farmer did not,
He is crying,
Crying "Your Majesty" over and over again,
Is he suffering from the heart? Sad from the heart.
He was sitting on the ground? He was obviously very old, but he kept patting the ground with his hands like a child, howling until his tears flowed.
When the news came that his eldest son had died in battle,
He just wiped away his tears, and then forcibly held back? He is a man, a big man? How can he cry like an aunt?
But today,
But he doesn't care about losing face? He just wants to cry, he just wants to shout.
On the street, no one laughed at him, because many people were crying.
The boss of the shop, lying on the counter, kept wiping away his tears, and the buddy, also leaning against the door panel, his eyes were red.
Many passers-by who were in a hurry before were sitting by the side of the road at this time. Everyone was soaked in this huge sad atmosphere, and each of them was an integral part of this sad atmosphere.
Most of them, even when the emperor was out of the palace, had never really seen the emperor, and even did not know what the emperor looked like, but today, they felt sad from the bottom of their hearts.
Outside Yanjing City,
?As winter is approaching, some refugees have already migrated here;
Last year's locust plague, although the imperial court made a large-scale rearrangement and relief this year, there are still many impoverished people who came to the capital early with the desire to survive, hoping that they can rely on the feet of the emperor to survive this winter.
The government has also made preparations for relief, and the porridge distribution has also begun.
But when the bell rang,
Many refugees who had just received porridge and rice did not rush to gobble it up, but silently put the porridge bowl on the ground, and put their chopsticks horizontally on the porridge bowl.
They wanted to stand up the chopsticks, but the porridge was too watery, not rice, so they couldn't stand up.
They are also crying, they are also howling.
It is obvious that the emperor recruited troops year after year, conscripted labor, and emptied the national power, which caused a natural disaster, and they had to live in abject poverty;
However, they didn't think it was the emperor's fault;
emperor,
correct.
This is not a blind faith.bsp; Ji Chengjue opened his mouth and said:
"Anyway, he is indeed a good emperor." After a pause, Ji Chengjue added an attributive, "In the eyes of the common people."
Immediately,
Ji Chengjue seemed to have thought of something,
Open your mouth and shout to the front;
"Eunuch Wei."
"The slave is here."
"Can I make an order now?"
In theory, it is impossible. After all, the new monarch has not yet ascended the throne, and even many ministers don't know that Dayan's new monarch is not the crown prince but the sixth prince.
But, in fact, with Wei Zhonghe and Lu Bing around, at this moment, the imperial decree can be passed on as the last emperor's will;
Well, the effect may be better than that of Xinjun.
"Your Majesty, you can."
Ji Chengjue nodded,
road;
"Decree ordered Pingxihou to transfer the Jingnan Army outside the city into Beijing."
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The plot of the first two days exhausted my emotions and energy too much, and I just forcibly reversed my schedule today, so my mind was basically empty and numb during the day, so I changed it today; in fact, the brain behind the plot There are, but I am not satisfied with the status of writing, so I will write it tomorrow after a good night's sleep.
Thank you for your rewards and votes in the past two days, I really appreciate everyone.
When I first wrote "Magic Landing", I told everyone in a single chapter that "Magic Landing" is a book I practiced myself, so when I decided to publish the book, I had already done a good job of achieving better results than the previous "Magic Landing". "Late Night Bookstore" is ready for a sharp decline. I just want to write happily and enjoy myself. It can play a role in exercising myself and precipitating myself. After all, I plan to take writing as a career for the rest of my life. If I pursue achievements , You can wait for the future, don't worry, sharpen the knife and cut the firewood by mistake.
So, I can't say that "Magic Comes" is a transformational work, but it can be said that it is a new attempt. At the beginning, I wrote infinite streams, and then I wrote supernatural, um, now I write "Da Yan War".
And now the score of "Magic Landing" is not as high as that of "Late Night Bookstore", but other statistics have surpassed the bookstore, and it is only a matter of time before the average score catches up.
Well, a book for practicing pens has a chance of surpassing the book of the Great God's Promise,
akimbo,
I'm so proud, but I've blown myself away.
Therefore, I will continue to write down with great enthusiasm and will not disappoint everyone's support for me.
I think that as an author, the happiest thing is that when you are seriously dreaming, there are many people who support and like your dream.
Dreams will not disappoint people.
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