Deputy Head Jia Yuanzhen held the scriptures and said mysteriously: "It is circulated in the capital. Yelu Dashi said in front of Feng Xianggong that the Khitans were the three generations of Shang Dynasty and were still brothers with our dynasty."

"I'm soaked in the monkey," Yuchi Cheng curled his lips, "I believe him, I'm still the descendant of Emperor Huangdi of Xuanyuan."

Liu Wengu smiled and said, "The ancestor of Qin, Emperor Zhuanxu's descendants. The female cultivator swallowed the Xuanbird and died eggs and gave birth to a son, Daye. Shun gave the surname Ying. A few of these sentences were true." He looked up at the hazy sky and sighed, "How powerful does Qin Emperor destroy the six kingdoms? Sima Wenzheng once said that governing the world is like living in a room. If it is not bad, it will be made. It will not be made even if it is a big mistake. However, since the Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system, in the past thousand three hundred years, one person ruled the world, or one person, and the rule of the three generations,

The great righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period gradually faded away and there was no book. The so-called scholars and officials and emperors in this dynasty ruled the world together, with name but no reality. The princes were like dry bones in tombs. The fortunes of the world were declining. As today's downward storm, the northern barbarians were prospering. Yelu Dashi had swept across Hebei, and his ambition to conquer the Central Plains was already clear. Unless our dynasty changed courses, we changed it with the system of elections advocated by Mr. Zhoushan, and the real truth of the king, and truly achieved what Mencius said, "The people are the most important, the country is the next, and the king is the least," he could only be reborn."

"Mencius said that being a minister who is a minister who takes the order of the king to support the people is not the private subordinates of the monarch. In the Spring and Autumn Period, when the king regards his ministers as his hands and feet, the minister regards the king as his heart; when the king regards his ministers as dogs and horses, the minister regards the king as a countryman; when the king regards his ministers as earth, the minister regards the king as a enemy. King Xuan of Qi asked: Is it okay for the minister to be his king? Mencius said: Those who are benevolent are called thieves, those who are righteous are called traitors, and those who are traitors are called traitors, and those who are traitors are called traitors, and those who are traitors are called traitors. When the traitors have been punished, they have never heard of traitors."

Jia Yuanzhen deliberately lowered his voice, and his face was filled with strange excitement. The court forced the Tai students into the Baoyi Army. Although he used the guise of defending the enemy, the fools knew that this was a disguised punishment and even had the worries of death. The scholars who could enter the Taixue School were not fools. To put it nicely, fighting without teaching was called abandoning them. To put it badly, using the sword of the Northern Barbarians to establish their authority. No one was angry and realized that as long as the official was in the court, there was no hope of going on for the entire life. In addition, the more regretful he was, the more regular the scholars who were on the court, the more they were stolen, the more they were snatching the official family and the court's princes.

"It's past, it's past. Be careful with your words." Ma Yuan added two pieces of charcoal to the charcoal furnace and muttered, "This ghost weather is so cold that people are dead. Because the remnants of La in the southeast have rebelled, the grain transportation has been cut off again, and the charcoal has to be saved."

"You'll pull it down," Liu Wengu rolled his eyes and asked, "Who is the one who beats the Dengwengu?"

"It's the head of the horse army!" Everyone burst out together. Ma Yuan also scratched his head embarrassedly. The generals were commonly known as the head of the army. Zhang Shuye, the general general of the Henan Cavalry and Infantry Army, thought he was extremely capable and ordered the first commander of the rebel army. Most of the students did not take military positions seriously and usually brought them to laugh. The clouds in the sky were filled with clouds, but the eyes of the Confucian officers were full of enthusiasm and hope. The so-called young people did not recognize the taste of sorrow, which was roughly like this.

The laughter of the Tai students showed the tent, which seemed particularly abrupt and strange amid the roar of heavy artillery siege. When the idle people in the Baoyi army heard this, they all looked horrified. Someone muttered in a low voice: "These short-lived ghosts."

The night fell, and the whole city was quiet like a dead city. I heard the cry of a baby and the sound of the patrol of the night. I only showed a hint of vitality. Because the Tai student bumped into the palace gate and knocked down the drums, and the enemy was facing, Bianliang imposed a curfew.

At the third update, the palace gate opened wide, and teams of guards in armored squads came out from Xuande Tower, first guarding both sides of the Imperial Street to the airtight, and then the lords on the lords slowly came out. The lords on both sides of the road were either respectful or curious to watch the Imperial Champions pass slowly, but the bright yellow curtains never opened. Inside the car, Zhao Ke's face was pale, as if he was in a daze.

When the imperial guard passed the Bianhe Prefecture Bridge, he was slightly bumpy with the bridge arch. Thinking of the New Year's Eve every year, people are like the sea and lights are like daylights. Zhao Ke couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The bright moon of the bridge and the Bianhe Night Market are the most famous scenery in the capital. At that time, Zhao Ke's grandfather was walking in the palace wall of Xuandemen. He heard the sound of laughter from the outside, and asked the eunuch curiously: "Where is the fun?" The official replied: "This is the people at the Bianhe Night Market having fun." He then complained to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the people in the night market are so happy, you are rich in the world, but you are so deserted in the palace." However, his grandfather smiled and sighed in a low voice: "The people outside are so deserted, so the people outside are so happy. If my palace is as happy as the people outside, then the night market outside will be deserted."

That year, Zhao Ke was still an ignorant child. He looked up at his grandfather's coffin and slowly drove out of Xuande Gate in the mourning city. Outside the palace gate, there were crowds of people on both sides of the Yu Street, and the streets of Bianliang were empty, and the crying sounded loudly. Every family burned paper money to see the old emperor's death. Incense ash was scattered everywhere in the city, as if it was snowing.

Even though his father and later ministers despised him, saying that he was too weak, bullied by ministers at home, and bullied by Liao and Xia at home. In Zhao Ke's mind, his grandfather was his role model. Zhao Ke's talent was only a middle-aged man. "Last year on the Lantern Festival, the lights in the flower market were like day. The moon was on the willows, and people made an appointment after dusk. On this year on the Lantern Festival, the moon and the lights were still the same. I didn't see the people last year, and tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt." That was a poem by Ouyang Wenzhong. Zhao Ke couldn't figure out how the powerful ministers in his father's mouth who could not breathe, could write such touching poems. Isn't it strange that the most affectionate and smart and old-fashioned articles appeared on a person? He was honest and disciplined since he was a child, but he did not win the favor of his father like the third emperor's brother. The romantic and handsome father even hated him faintly.

Thinking of his father and the third emperor's brother, Zhao Ke was shocked and came to his senses. He resisted the urge to open the curtain and look out. The outside was quiet and afraid of people. The scenery at this moment must be particularly desolate. Don't lean on the railing alone, the infinite mountains are easy to go when you leave. I don't know when you will be able to return to Bianliang. Zhao Ke sighed long, and before he knew it, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

Following the imperial carriage was a convoy full of royal families. The Zhao family's royal family has grown to this day. There are as many as five or six hundred male members living in the Bianliang City alone. In addition, Zhao Ke's few concubines, princes and princesses, this convoy can be called a mighty one. Unlike Zhao Ke, many royal families opened the curtains, and looked sad one by one. Some looked anxiously, some looked as if dead, and some were crying. Princes, princes, successors, dukes, county dukes, and all their families remained in Bianliang. This time they were forced to go south to hunt. The soldiers fought in danger, and they didn't know whether to wait until the day when they were reunited.

Zhu Berna, the governor of Wuchang Army, rode his horse slowly forward. He turned his head from time to time and whispered to the generals beside him. This time, he accompanied the hunting south while taking advantage of the night, horses wrapped their hooves and people holding them, and marching in secret was the first priority. According to the daytime whistle probe, the main force of the northern barbarians had not arrived, and the circumference of Bianliang City was forty miles, with more than a dozen gates. The Liao army camps were located on the southeast and northwest of Bianliang City, and the rest were unable to take care of it. Zhu Berna specially sent a cavalry post to explore the area within a radius of twenty miles outside Nanxun Gate, but no trace of the Liao army was found.

Even so, Zhu Bonaut was still full of anxiety. The cavalry set out and traveled more than 300 miles southwest was the most dangerous section, and it was basically safe to arrive at the important town of Yingchang Prefecture. The Liao army could not bypass Bianliang to attack Yingchang Prefecture. Zhu Bonaut originally planned to surround the imperial horse with light cavalry, and hesitated and galloped day and night, and could only reach Yingchang Prefecture in one day and night. Then hesitated and decided to take the royal family and concubines together.

The military discipline of the imperial front shift was excellent. A group of people quietly passed through the Yu Street, passed the Longjin Bridge of Zhuquemen, passed the empty night market street, and quietly left the city from Nanxun Gate. The guards of Banzhi looked ugly, and many people cried secretly with their heads hanging down because their families were all staying in the city. That night, the stars and moon were gone, and the sky was dark, and they could not see their hands. There seemed to be countless beasts lurking in the endless wilderness. The imperial front cavalry who left the city gently urged their horses, gradually speeding up along the post road to the south, and the entire team was infiltrated into the boundless darkness.

It was not until the Nanxun Gate was closed again that the Privy Councilor Shao Wu was woken up from his sleep. In an extremely shock, he learned that the emperor Shang Nanshou, who was also the one who stayed in Tokyo and was fully responsible for the defense of Bianliang. The coldness was refreshing, and he realized that he was still wearing a garment. Zhao Zhifu, Tong Guan, Zhu Bona, Shen Yun and other important officials of the court were accompanying Nanshou. Now no one in the city of Bianliang has ever fought against Shao Wu, but his heart is filled with an extremely chill.

Shao Wu sneezes and hurriedly put on his clothes, he ordered: "Come to see General Zhang and meet at Nanxun Gate Tower."

Half an hour later, Zhang Shuye hurried to the Nanxunmen City Tower. The wind was strong on the tower, but Shaowu seemed to be unaware of anything. He held the battlements in his hand and stared at the southern night sky without saying a word, as if he wanted to see the traces of the Southern Shou from this boundless darkness. Seeing this scene, Zhang Shuye sighed, stood silently beside Shaowu, looking into the distance together. The emperor went to the south to hunt, but only left the two of them in Bianliang. Is this an important task or abandonment, just like a person who knows the cold and warm water, and knows the cold and warm water.

Suddenly, with a "huh" sound, a fireworks rose into the sky in the distance with a sharp roar, and a "bang" sound exploded, like a scattered flower in the sky. Then, two fireworks rose in the night sky, with two "bang" sounds, extremely beautiful in the night sky of Shangyuan.

Zhang Shuye's cheeks suddenly twitched, and he couldn't help looking at Shao Wu. The two saw the extremely horrified expression on each other's faces.

Author: Today's 2 updates, the first update is given. Yuan Ji wishes everyone a happy New Year. It is said that this book has a big rejection today. During the end of the year and the beginning of the year, we will strive to update 2 updates every day.

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