Wang Jian was stunned, and saw Li He's face close at hand, a little inexplicable, as Li He walked in step by step, he also forgot to order an attack, so all the soldiers of the Wang family, swords and swords walked towards Li He, but they didn't dare to attack without authorization.

So, Li He walked through thousands of troops, ignoring them, his eyes were not wavering, his steps were still very slow, very heavy, occasionally staggering, and the white hair on his sideburns fluttered out.

He just walked up to Wang Jian, didn't look at the soldiers around him who were like facing a great enemy, looked up at Wang Jian, who was particularly vigilant, and smiled faintly: "It's been decades, our brothers, let's talk?"

Wang Jian did not respond immediately. He looked behind Li He a few times, and the battlements of Chang'an City Gate, and confirmed that there was no ambush, and Li He was really the only one who came.

No one believed it, and the historian didn't know how to write it.

Wang Jian hesitated twice, decided to turn over and dismount, made a gesture, and ordered the remnants of the four soldiers to retreat half a mile, and then he and Li He were left in the field.

It's just two people. Whoever lives and dies is just a matter of moments.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats. I can't tell what Emperor Li He has in mind. Only the two kings of Jinyue who were watching from a distance had complicated faces, as if they had guessed their father's intentions.

The wind passes without waves, and the sun is pouring into the city. There was a terrible silence all around.

Wang Jian stared at Li He, never daring to let go of his sword, and mocked: "What, does the emperor want to recruit peace with his own strength?"

Without a third person to watch, the dialogue between the monarch and the minister, the winner and loser, has also become extremely straightforward.

"Not bad. Zhao'an. Li He smiled, dusting off the mud on his robes, without the slightest appearance of an emperor, "Although your Wang family is as bold as the Lu family, it is different in its roots. The Lu family is a military general, relying on his Lu family's army, if he loses, kill it. But your Wang family is a civil servant, and you rely on the means of the court and politics, so you can't just use a guillotine to understand. ”

Li He paused, dusted off the mud, took out a white ramie again, and began to wipe the sweat on his face, like an old man chatting under the melon field and plums, and his words were peaceful to the extreme.

"How many courtiers does your Wang family have on weekdays, some of them are for money, some are famous, some are held by you, and some really admire your Wang Jian. The imperial court is like a big tree, the civil and military officials are even more intricate, and the roots of interests are entangled into a pile that cannot be distinguished. What is on the bright side is not necessarily clear, not to mention that in the dark that I don't know, it doesn't matter whether it's black or white, it's all gray and abrupt. ”

"When the water is clear, there are no fish. Whether it is the common people or the old man Qingtian, they don't want to toss every day. I can only cut the black ones, what about the gray ones? What about the gray ones that account for the vast majority? I don't dare to touch them, or rather, I don't know how many there are at all, and I can't find out how many people use the Dali Temple Criminal Department, because maybe the person who sentenced the guillotine should be under the guillotine. ”

"So, the people of the world now only care about tomorrow's dynasty. Watching me, a faint monarch who was powerless to stop King Lu's rebellion, disappear into the background, watching the third and fourth become the new rulers, they only cared about that. No one is willing to go to great lengths to liquidate your Wang family's 'henchmen'. Even these 'henchmen', who are now uneasy, if I really investigate to the end, then the mud brought up at the same time by pulling out the roots will cover the entire court. ”

"Therefore, with the smallest price, in exchange for peace, to the unclean people in the dark, a warning. I am here to recruit peace, not to recruit your forces, but only you Wang Jian. ”

Politics is always more complicated than the military.

The imperial court is like a thousand-year-old tree, with white interests, few black and few white civil and military officials, and more of them are gray and abrupt.

When the water is clear, there are no fish. It is these gray and protruding roots that have built the peace of the Great Wei Dynasty for two hundred years.

The king did not dare to delve into it. For he himself stands on these roots.

But he needs a powerful blow to set an example to those gray and protruding roots to lose their heads invisibly.

He needs a sword in full view, so that the world can see the majesty of the Son of Heaven and the irreversibility of the heaven-given imperial power.

Capture the thief, capture the king first, serve the people, shilling the chief minister, the army of millions, the commander of the general.

Wang Jian smiled suddenly, and immediately, the sword at his waist stabbed and pressed against Li He's neck: "You don't seem to be so mediocre." But I'm sorry, you want peace in your world, and I have nothing to do with it. Your world is not my brother's world, it's good to be in chaos. ”

The sword rested on the emperor's neck.

Everyone was stunned.

The Jinyi guard in the dark was even more instantly unsheathed, and he could cut off Wang Jian's head with just one look from the emperor.

In the almost stagnant atmosphere, Li He didn't move, he still looked directly into Wang Jian's eyes, very peaceful, and said lightly: "But those who follow you, let's just call your 'henchmen', will decide whether to live or die because of your choice." Don't you care?"

"I don't care about anyone! I don't care if they live or die!" Wang Jian sneered, and the sword moved forward an inch.

Li He's face was as plain as ever, he even sighed, it seemed that the sun was too big, and he was lazy again, he smiled: "Then who do you care?"

Wang Jian was stunned. His face was a little strange, staring at Li He, and his eyes flashed gloomily: "You know." You killed it with your own hands. ”

Li He smiled, but he couldn't tell what it meant, but handed the porcelain jar from his arms to Wang Jian, and changed the subject, "You should have heard about the small porcelain jar that I can't leave with me, don't you want to take a look?"

The small porcelain jar made a palpitating squirming sound, and when you looked through the cracks in the porcelain lid, it was full of black, black, red and red Gu worms.

Wang Jian only poked his head out, then shrank back, just listening to the sound of those Gu worms devouring each other, he felt uncomfortable, but he also put down his sword, eased his anger a little, and looked at Li He again.

"What does the emperor want to say?"

Li He was not in a hurry, he looked at the insects in the porcelain jar with a precious look, and a dream-like color appeared on his face, as if he had fallen into a dream, a little reminiscing, a little confused.

"The little insects are too weak, and the jar that imprisons them is too thick, although the father of the little insects has some ability, but he can only be a mountain king, and he can't break the wall of this porcelain jar and go to the wider mountains and rivers. Some people say that the king of the mountain is not bad, but the territory in the porcelain jar is so big, the king of the mountain has been for a long time, and some people have a thief's heart, and the square inch at the bottom of the well is still fighting for a head and breaking the blood. ”

"How can the frog at the bottom of the well be called king? The true king must reign over 800 miles of rivers and mountains, and will never be satisfied with the immediate benefits. The father of the bugs has the qualifications to be the king of the mountain, but he cannot become a real king. He can only manage the existing things, but he can't break through this dilemma and climb the rivers and mountains. ”

"Say, what's the solution, the Xin family's doll gave me an idea to let the little insects devour each other. The little insects of the king of the mountain eat their brothers, swallow their hands and feet, and they can elect the Gu King, who is the real king, breaking through the dilemma of this blockade, stepping on the corpse of their Lao Tzu, and inheriting all the hopes. ”

"Look, it's almost gone, it's already half gone, these little bugs, it's almost time to elect the real king. ”

Li He chattered, the smile on his face gradually became crazy, and it was not a porcelain jar that he was holding, but a round of sun, a round of sun that reflected the whole night.

If there is no light, a sun will be created.

Xi and bathing day, the body sacrifice is light.