"People?"

King Feng frowned slightly.

He thought Han Changgong would start with national fortunes, military power, local fortunes, Qianlong, Wulin sects, etc., but he did not expect that he suddenly mentioned the people.

"I have lived in Fengdu for forty-three years..."

Han Changgong walked to King Feng, held the railing, and said lightly:

"Sanniang in Qianjie often sends some vegetables to the Imperial Palace. She likes to sing songs, but she sings a bit ugly. I never like to listen to them... Niu Er is a gangster but the most filial mother. In order to treat my mother's illness, she sells herself as a slave. A tall and big man, who stays low all day long and is small...

Old Lady Li has lived for more than 60 years, and she has a lot of children and grandchildren. She likes to talk about it the most. Although she is a broken mouth, she is easy to get along with... Zhang Dayong, once worked as a soldier for several years, but after breaking his leg, she worked diligently for a lifetime. She married a wife at the age of 40, and last year she got a fat boy...

Zhao Da, who sells steamed buns, runs around every day and supports his family. He also likes to give some steamed buns to his neighbors in need...

They have no ability, no martial arts skills, and some do not even have a skill, but they still try their best to live..."

King Feng listened quietly.

He had never been exposed to these things. Even though he was an unpleasant prince decades ago, he was an unattainable figure for ordinary people.

In the past, I have never had any contact with the real people.

Listening, he felt something interesting.

Han Changgong looked a little sad.

With the qi-seeing technique, he saw more deaths than anyone in the world, and he saw too many miserable disasters.

However, seeing too much does not mean numbness.

For more than two years, when he really saw the long streets and everyone died, he was still moved.

A person's fortune has traces to follow, just like the trajectory of the sun and the moon, and the changes of astrological signs. However, it can be seen that it cannot be changed by fiddling his fingers. He can deduce the national fortune, but cannot change the death disaster of millions of people out of thin air.

Han Changgong turned around and looked at King Feng, calm and a little cold:

"They are also living people. Have you ever asked them for their opinions..."

"Hanchanggong."

King Feng shook his head slightly, his expression a little cold:

"What do you want to say?"

"Everyone has energy, and gathers will bring fortune. The national fortune is the gathering of millions of people. The turmoil of the national fortune is closely related to everyone..."

Han Changgong suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up like stars:

"I would like to ask the king, have you asked them before you do their lives? Do they want to?"

There seemed to be a strong wind on the observation deck, and there seemed to be a aftermath of the huge royal city.

Under the observation deck, there were countless soldiers coming in a hurry and were blocked by Yutian again.

Huhu~~~

In the strong wind, Feng Wang was dressed in clothes. Looking at Han Changgong who was so close to him, his face suddenly became gloomy:

"Are you questioning me?"

The breath suddenly fell back, and Han Senggong returned to calm: "That's right."

"Then let me tell you!"

King Feng raised his clothes, and there seemed to be a light in his eyes, but his voice was extremely indifferent:

"The wishes of the weak will never be cared about, whether in Dafeng, Jinlang Kingdom, Dayan, or other countries, whether in today or in the past, it is like this..."

"Dafeng's tens of millions of people have asked them one by one, can you do it?"

Finally, King Feng's tone calmed down:

"Han Qing, what's wrong with a temporary sacrifice in exchange for eternal peace?"

“Eternal peace….”

Han Changgong lowered his eyes.

Besides the heaven and earth itself, what else is eternity?

The sun and the moon are still full and short, and the mountains and rivers will change. How can King Feng be sure? Why is he so confident?

"No, eternal peace..."

King Feng smiled faintly and looked at Han Changgong with a very sincere look:

"So what about the great disaster? If this success is achieved and the dynasty is destroyed, I can reshape it. In the future, there will be no one who disobeys in the world, no martial arts world that will harm the country, and no madman who will mess with the law.

What’s wrong with a temporary disaster and pain in exchange for peace in the future? How can it not be beautiful?”

Since ancient times, even when the dynasty was at its peak, the founding kings could not truly conquer the world. Aristocratic families and martial arts sects were the hearts of countless kings in all dynasties and could never be solved.

Even if a wise king appears in a dynasty, he can suppress his life, at worst he will be dormant and will appear later.

I can never truly overwhelm the martial arts world.

It is because of the existence of the divine vein.

Not only did the divine vein form an army, but its life span is as high as 300 years. In history, a king once achieved the divine vein, but even after being overwhelmed for three hundred years, the world still remains unchanged.

It is precisely because of this that Taizu of Dafeng was granted the Dragon King Armor.

It is to use the power of the divine weapons of heaven and man to suppress the martial arts world and intimidate the world!

The completely refined divine weapons of the heavenly beings will become the divine weapons passed down from generation to generation in Dafeng, but the masters of the soldiers are not available from generation to generation. The King of Feng has been in charge of the most powerful force and the strongest country in the world.

He will definitely be the lord of the vast land, and no one dares to refuse to follow the king's orders!

"A person lives for a hundred years, and his divine veins are only three hundred years old, how can he talk about ten thousand years?"

Han Changgong was unmoved.

He was proficient in the art of looking at the qi, and although he could not look at the qi of King Feng under the fate of the country, since ancient times, the king who had lost his country never had to die well. Isn’t it easy to make a comeback?

The gains and losses of the moment have not been preserved yet, so how can we talk about ten thousand years and eternity?

"Han Qing, can't you trust me again?"

Upon hearing this, a faint feeling of depression appeared on King Feng's face: "Just like when I believed in you..."

Han Changgong was a little moved and sighed again:

"The king only said that back then, but now he doesn't believe in Han Singgong..."

King Feng was silent.

On the observation deck, I fell into peace for a moment.

In the distance, Yutian looked at the two people on the observation deck, and was also frightened.

He had never seen King Feng be so tolerant of anyone, and Han Singgong's position in King Feng's heart was even higher than he thought.

"Forget it, forgot."

After a long silence, King Feng sighed and spoke first.

He glanced at Han Changgong, then turned to look at Fengdu City in the night:

"You have stepped down as the Imperial Heaven Supervisor and traveled around the world, it will be a waste of your relationship with the king and my ministers for decades..."

"Has the king killed his minister?"

Han Changgong pinched the railing and looked calm:

"But the king forgot what kind of person Han Changgong was... Han Changgong was born in a commoner and saw a lot of suffering in the world, but he did not admire wealth and glory. Naturally, he was not afraid of life and death..."

"you!"

King Feng's pupils shrank, and his heart was not good.

Immediately, one hand was stretched out and he grabbed Han Changgong's shoulder tightly: "What do you want to do?"

He had a deep understanding of Han Singgong and instantly realized something was wrong.

With a breath of energy, Han Changgong controlled Han Changgong in a blink of an eye, but it was because Han Changgong had no idea of ​​resisting at all.

"Was Han Changgong a person who assassinated the king and killed the emperor?"

Let King Feng lock his shoulders and bind himself. Han Changgong pointed to Fengdu City under the red moon like a red dress:

"The king does not care about the military and civilians in the city, so let's go to the people to save Dafeng's last chance!"

Click!

King Feng crushed Han Changgong's shoulder bones and his expression changed.

Then I heard a shocking explosion.

Boom!

As Han Changgong pointed casually, thousands of auras seemed to rise from Fengdu City in the night.

The lights are red and white, yellow and gray, connected to each other, or rise up alone.
To be continued...