The development of the situation was somewhat unexpected, and no one could have imagined that Taifu Fan Zeng, who was still winning the battle a moment ago, would not hesitate to discard Wang Tieshan and Yulin Jun as outcasts, and even the fifth realm of the three hundred days after tomorrow that was still alive said that he would not want it.

What the hell is going on here? What is the scroll that King Han took out?

Maybe except for the two parties involved, Taifu Fan Zeng and Han Wang Dongluo, who knew about it, other people couldn't understand how Fan Zeng, who obviously had the upper hand, said to retreat.

Fan Zeng's departure has completely confirmed the crime of Wang Tieshan and others for rebellion, in the major dynasties and empires, rebellion has always been a big crime, waiting for Wang Tieshan and others will definitely not end well, Fan Zeng's move is tantamount to pushing Wang Tieshan and others into the fire.

And Wang Tieshan is also loyal enough, not only took all the blame on himself, but even cleared the Taifu, as for whether he was instructed by Fan Zeng, only the two of them know.

Dongluo looked at Fan Zeng, who wanted to leave with the hundred officials of Chang'an, and smiled, "Mrs. Fan, is this leaving? Since you are here, why don't you go to the Changle Palace of this king and sit down and have a glass of wine! This counterinsurgency is a hard work after all, and Taifu is also hard." ”

Fan Zeng said with a smile: "Thank you for your love, but you are busy with official affairs, and you really can't get out of it, next time! ”

"Since this is the case, then Taifu will not send it slowly, this Chen Guo does have a lot of things to deal with. This king also didn't expect that the kingdom of Chen, a subsidiary kingdom of my Great Zhou, would have so many rebellious ministers and thieves under the care of Taifu, even the Yulin Army, which is known as the wings of my Chang'an......"

Dongluo sighed lightly, pretending to be distressed: "The king will definitely interrogate these people strictly, and never let any rebellious ministers and thieves slip through the net." Oh, by the way, if Taifu is not busy, after the results of this king's trial come out, Taifu will come to be the supervisor of this prison and beheading Wang Tieshan and others. ”

Wang Tieshan is definitely the confidant of Fan Zeng's henchmen, even if he was regarded as an outcast by Fan Zeng before, he still has no intention of buying Fan Zeng.

Now that Fan Zeng has made concessions, Dongluo still thinks about going one step further and letting Fan Zeng be the prisoner, at that time, it will not only be Wang Tieshan's head that will be cut off with one knife, but also Wang Tieshan and his confidants.

The words of winter fall can not be described as non-poisonous.

Since you have already admitted the identity of Wang Tieshan and the others as rebellious ministers and thieves, why are there so many rebellious ministers and thieves in Chen State, isn't it because your Taifu didn't take care of it? People who don't know still think that Dongluo asked Fan Zeng to be beheaded to give Fan Zeng a chance and help him clear his suspicion, but in fact, he planned to split a gap between Fan Zeng and his henchmen.

Dongluo looked at Fan Zeng with a smile.

Fan Zeng looked at Dongluo's white and pure neck, his mind turned sharply, and after a long time, Fan Zeng exhaled a breath and said: "The prince said that he laughed, if he let the officials and supervisors behead,

This knife is easy for him to deviate, and he doesn't know whose neck it will fall on, so please think twice!"

Fan Zeng's words are clearly saying that this matter is almost enough, I have already made concessions, if you force me again, then don't blame me for fighting the fish and breaking the net, and the knife in my hand fell on your neck.

Dongluo also heard Fan Zeng's words, and the voice of the words was no longer forcing Fan Zeng, if he continued to force it, Fan Zeng really didn't care, if he wanted to fight to the death, it would be a big trouble, as for the current Dongluo, it was very troublesome.

Dongluo said to Fan Zeng's back: "Brothers, Rong Jiajun, don't you thank Taifu for coming to help you quell the rebellion?"

Although Rong Xu Xuan didn't understand what was going on from beginning to end, no matter how smart his brain was, he felt that it was a little inadequate, since the appearance of King Han, it revealed a deep weirdness, or since Dongluo took out that scroll, all this has become weird.

No matter how weird it was, it didn't prevent King Han's words from reaching his ears, and Rong Xu Xuan said loudly: "Taifu Xie came to help me and others quell the rebellion." ”

As soon as Rong Xu Xuan spoke, those Rong family soldiers who were still standing and could still open their mouths shouted: "Taifu Xie came to help me and others quell the rebellion." ”

The smile on Dongluo's face was even worse.

Fan Zeng's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, but he could only endure it, although he didn't know what was contained in the scroll that Dongluo threw to him, but seeing Dongluo's calm appearance, he also knew that it must be the support of the King of Han, and since the King of Han dared to throw this reliance to him, he was definitely not afraid of him destroying it.

The moment he held the scroll, he thought of a lot, and most of the scrolls were the edict of the Han King on the Chen State, or the edict of the Son of Heaven.

Only in this way did the King of Han dare to let him tear it so calmly, whether it was the edict of Zhou Tianzi or the decree of the Son of Heaven, he would not dare to tear it! Don't look at this is Chen Guo, far away from the Great Zhou Heavenly Palace, but if he really tore it, Zhou Tianzi will definitely feel it.

If you dare to tear up his edict or the decree of the Son of Heaven, isn't that provoking the royal power and provoking him? That is really a tired and crooked life.

But he didn't dare to open the scroll to determine whether it was the edict of the Han King on the Chen State, or the Decree of the Son of Heaven, if it was, that is to say, it was reasonable for the Han King to change the tax law of the Chen State, not an act of violating the law of the Great Zhou Dynasty, then today's crime of the chaotic ministers and thieves is not Wang Tieshan to bear for him.

If he really bears this charge of rebellion, even if the king of Han spares him, the rest of the eight kings of the Great Zhou, his political enemies in Luoyang City, and those who still covet the throne of the king of Han will spare no effort to trample him down and then trample him to death.

Just like the Han King more than 60 years ago, the trees fell and scattered, and the walls fell and everyone pushed them.

Therefore, he did not dare to bet, he could only give in. Who knows if this Han king from Luoyang, Great Zhou, and the Han king who has seen Zhou Tianzi, has an edict or an edict from the Son of Heaven.

The edict may have to be ordered to the whole country, but the Son of Heaven does not need to order it.

And he didn't know that he retreated, and as soon as he let go, he would lose money

Wang Tieshan and the Yulin Army, as well as the fifth realm of the six hundred days after tomorrow.

But since he has chosen to give in, no matter how much he loses, he will not regret it, Fan Zeng listened to the ridicule of the Rong family, and strode away with Fan Siyuan and the hundred officials of Chang'an.

But the people of Chang'an and those hiding in the shadows did not leave, and they were all looking at the somewhat thin figure in front of Changle Palace. They all want to see what he's going to do next.

After watching Fan Zeng leave, Dongluo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and before he knew it, his back was already drenched in cold sweat.

He knew that Fan Zeng regarded Chen Baxian's edict to him as an edict from the Son of Heaven, or that he was the edict of Chen Guo. But he knew it was fake.

Now that Fan Zeng has retreated, it means that the crisis of Changle Palace is temporarily resolved.

Dongluo took a step back, leaned on the back of Xue Nianci's wheelchair, and gasped lightly.

Xue Nianci felt a little funny, "Look at you, why didn't you coax you when you were in the Sunset Tower!"

"I didn't do it because I knew we wouldn't be able to do it. But it's different now! You said that if Fan Papi's brain suddenly twitched, and the fist of the Innate Realm smashed down, my small body would not be able to stand it! Didn't you see that Qin Shuyu's old bones were about to be scattered?"

After Dongluo and Xue Nianci whispered a few words, they began to organize the aftermath.

Wang Tieshan and his Yulin army stopped resisting, and they were soon controlled by the Rong family's army, and although there was a small resistance in the fifth realm of the three hundred days after tomorrow, under the strong pressure of Qin Shuyu's innate realm, that little resistance was also a matter of a sword.

A sword Chang'an.

The wounded and the dead were all brought down and properly arranged.

Peace was restored in front of Changle Palace.

Dongluo looked at the people of Chang'an and said: "From now on, all the people of Chen will be exempted from all forced labor and taxes. ”

The people of Chang'an cheered.

Although they already knew that this decree was issued from the Changle Palace and in the name of the King of Han, after hearing what the King of Han said, the people of Chang'an were still inexplicably excited.

When the group of people who had suffered under Fan Papi's care stopped cheering, Dongluo continued: "This king knows that there are many rumors that are unfavorable to this king among the people during this period of time, and this king also admits that some of them are true, but many of them are false. ”

The people of Chang'an are listening attentively, is the prince of feelings going to refute the rumors?

"Some people say that the purpose of this king to come to Chen is to collect money, is this a rumor, this king said it doesn't count, this king can only say that the coming day is long, wait and see. ”

How can you say this kind of thing, if you say that you are not here to collect money? No one will believe it, everyone will say good things, but not everyone will do good things.

Although the cultivator's cultivation is penance, he can have the money to pave the way and climb the mountain smoothly, who is willing to do penance step by step!

Dongluo didn't make any guarantees to the people of Chang'an, this kind of thing is to be seen, not said.

As he said, the coming day is long, wait and see.

After saying this, Dongluo continued: "This king is no longer in Changle Guanzhong recently, nor is he in Chang'an, but has gone to patrol the cities of Chen State

Examine. ”

The people suddenly realized, no wonder the prince did not come out of Changle Palace before, but from the people.

"This king wrote a few poems along the way, and I didn't want to show off, but this king also heard that someone said that the poem I wrote in Luoyang Building was copied, and this king didn't want to defend anything, because this king felt that the poems were well written, and they couldn't be eaten as food or drink. Instead of writing good poems, it is better to think about how the people will eat and drink. ”

Not surprisingly, the winter fall caused another round of cheers.

"Lord, when you embroider and spit out, it is a green mountain and green bamboo, swaying. Please also ask the prince to tell us about the poems he wrote on the patrol road, so that I can learn and learn. ”

"Yes, my lord, spiritual food is also food, we have eaten and drunk, and our appetites are satisfied, but this spirit is still very lacking!"

"The prince's poetry is incomparable, and I also ask the prince to contribute to my Chen Guo's literary world. ”

......

The people talked a lot, and they all wanted Dongluo to read the few lines of poetry he wrote along the way to everyone.

Recently, the name of Dongluo's poems can be said to have risen again and again, and it has risen to its peak. At the beginning, Qin Shuyu and the others knew that the purpose of Fan Siyuan's move was to use fame to suppress the winter fall and make him burdened by fame. But at the beginning, Qin Shuyu did not stop it, but added fuel to the fire in the shadows, saying that the reputation of one city and one country could not suppress the King of Han.

The reason why the people of Chang'an are so crazy after hearing that there are poems in Dongluo is precisely because of this.

Because Dongluo's poem is too famous, everyone wants to see if the king of Han is he...... It's a waste of fame.

If they are in vain, although they will not be ruined, the people will definitely chew their tongues secretly, and they will begin to re-examine the question of whether the prince's "Bamboo and Stone" was copied.

After all, there is no wind and no waves.

Dongluo naturally knows what the people are thinking, and the reason why he said this is to answer the people's question on the side.

If you answer positively, if you say that he didn't copy that poem, but he did, even if that person is not in this time and space.

If it is said that it was copied, then the prestige he has accumulated with great difficulty in Chen Guo is afraid that it will be ruined in one fell swoop.

So, he had no choice but to make this decision.

If you talk about memorizing poems, he really hasn't been afraid of anyone.

If he smashes down all the poems he remembers, the brilliance left by the 5,000-year-old culture, let alone the literary world of this Chen country, I am afraid that the Shenzhou Continent may not be able to withstand this uproar.

Dongluo said loudly: "In that case, then the king will have a good talk with you, talk about my Chen country, which has been poor and weak for a long time, and see how some people govern my Chen country?"

Who are some of the people in Dongluo's words, although Dongluo did not make it clear, everyone knows that it is Taifu Fan Zeng.

The onlookers took out paper and pen one after another, ready to write down the poems of the Han King Dongluo as soon as possible.

The last song "Bamboo and Stone" can be said to have fed Chen

China's paper and silk industry.

"This king saw a thousand miles of red land in Donglin City, and met a thin farmer smiling alone on the ridge of the field, so he wrote this poem. ”

The people took up their pens one after another, ready to remember.

Dongluo slowly spoke: "The red sun is scorching like fire, and the Noda rice is half scorched. The farmer's heart is like soup boiling, and the prince and grandson shake the fan. ”

The voice of the winter fall is not in a hurry, and the poem is told plainly, under the sun, the fields are cracked, the rice is half dry, and the farmer's heart is already anxious like soup, but the family and the children of the official eunuch are still laughing and shaking the fan.

What a tragedy.

Some of the people wept quietly and refused to put pen to paper.

How should this be written, and where should it fall? On the scorching red sun or on the half-scorched rice.

This poem bitterly tells the Chen State under the governance of Fan Zeng, the family is arrogant and has no responsibility, the high-ranking officials and eunuchs have no action, and the people are helpless in the face of the sky, but they are still shaking the wine in the wind and the small fan.

Wang Xifeng's eyes widened, not to mention whether this poem is good or not, the content of this alone is already thought-provoking.

Qin Shuyu exhaled lightly, he was extremely confident that Dongluo would not be burdened by the fame of one city and one country, it was he who knew that Dongluo's conversation was extraordinary, and from time to time he would coldly come up with a few good words and sentences that he had never heard.

At the beginning, the Sunset Tower became a poem in an instant, and he had only heard of it, and today he finally knew how extraordinary the winter fall was.

Those big people who were hiding in the shadows, especially those whose family ancestral land was in Donglin City, blushed in an instant. Isn't the son and grandson mentioned in the prince's poem his own children?

After a long time, the people woke up from the artistic conception of this poem, and some readers were unconsciously full of tears.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting heavier and heavier, and it seems that it is about to rain, but no one is leaving, but more and more people are still gathering.

Dongluo seems to be unaware of the changes in the outside world, and he is immersed in his own small world and can't extricate himself.

"This king saw corpses all over the field in Qingchuan City, starved all over the ground, saw a farmer, chatted with him, and composed this poem. ”

Dongluo raised his head and spoke softly, his voice was very low and low, so low that it was almost inaudible, "Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn." ”

As soon as this poem was read, a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky, and a lightning bolt meandered in the sky above Chang'an City like a fiery snake, and it did not dissipate for a long time.

The thunder roared, and Dongluo's voice was already very low, and many people were not cultivators, so they couldn't hear what Dongluo was reading, so they asked, "What did the prince read?"

"Plant a grain of millet in the spring, and harvest 10,000 seeds in the autumn. ”

"What a beautiful scene!

"Yes, this poem should be written about the joy of the people's harvest. ”

Didn't the prince say that he wrote a poem when he saw corpses strewn all over the field and starved all over the ground? How could it be a scene of abundant harvest? ”

......

The corners of Dongluo's eyes suddenly became a little moist, and he didn't know if it was because of the rain or because he was crying

Therefore, Dongluo grinned and said with some mockery: "There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death." ”

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Dongluo slowly walked towards the Changle Palace, his figure a little gloomy. There was a deep sadness in his eyes, although these poems were not written by him, but the scenes depicted in the poems were his personal experiences along the way, and many of them were even more tragic than the poems.

The first time he came to Chang'an, it was Fan Zeng's people who led the team, and he may have whitewashed it, but what he saw was quite mild.

But what I saw and heard this time was simply shocking.

The name of Fan Papi is worthy of its name.

A lightning bolt in the sky was greater than a bolt of lightning, and black clouds overwhelmed the city.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but most of the people were still standing in the rain and had not left.

Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn.

There is no idle land in the four seas, and the farmers are still starving to death.

Is this mocking Fan Zeng's excessively strict tax policy? Is this saying that Fan Zeng's five taxes have made farmers who have no idle land still starve to death?

Plant a grain of millet in spring, harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn, and there is no idle field in the four seas. With such a bumper harvest, why would the farmer starve to death!

Dongluo didn't explain, but the people already had the answer in their hearts.

The rain became denser and more urgent, and the dark clouds over Chang'an City pressed towards the little Chang'an like a heavenly might. It seems that he will not destroy Chang'an.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~