"Could it be that my previous mistakes were all mistakes? Could it be that my loyalty to the monarch and serving the country is a joke?" Yao Sixiao's current world has collapsed, and for a defender who has accepted the Confucian orthodoxy of loyalty to the monarch and the country since he was a child, this is not only the collapse of his thoughts, but also the collapse of his worldview.

I watched my friend sit slumped, and his mouth kept muttering. Bai Wenxuan felt that his heart was very painful. Or suddenly there is a feeling of sadness of a dead rabbit and a fox. Is today's Yao Sixiao tomorrow's Bai Wenxuan? Yao Sixiao and Bai Wenxuan have worked together for many years. Seeing him like this, Bai Wenxuan still wanted to help him. was about to exit to ask Wang Feng for a favor.

"Sixiao, are you still willing to work with me for the people of this world?" Wang Feng stretched out his hand to Yao Sixiao.

Looking at Wang Feng blankly, looking at the hand stretched out to him, he was very entangled, if he held those hands, wouldn't it prove that he Yao Sixiao was going to declare war on his original tradition? That is difficult for Yao Sixiao to accept. I just wanted to plead with Wang Feng.

"Sixiao, are you still willing to fight with me for the common people in the world?" Wang Feng stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Yao Sixiao.

Yao Sixiao looked at the hand stretched out to him stupidly, and his eyes looked at Wang Feng's eyes tightly. How tempting those hands are, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can avoid such embarrassment. The scholar still cared a lot about his face, and slowly raised his hand.

But just as the two hands were about to hug each other tightly. Yao Sixiao hesitated, and there was constantly such a voice in his heart as if to say, "Yao Sixiao, you have to think about it, your grip means that you have to say goodbye to the past you, have you forgotten your father's teachings to you in the past?"

"I, I..." Yao Sixiao faltered, his hand stopped in mid-air.

"What are you going to do with this old boy! I'm going to give you face! I'm souring me! What else are you thinking! Quick, hold it! You stupid fool" Wang Feng kept muttering in his heart, and he couldn't wait to go up and beat him hard. But on the surface, you have to make a grinning face.

"Sixiao, hold it quickly, what else do you want?" Bai Wenxuan next to him pulled the placket of his shirt vigorously and made a code.

"Uncle save me, save me!" suddenly Yao Sixiao's mind came up with the scene under the city of Nanjing. What a cute kid he is! But it was because he stole a piece of bread from the errand. Then he was beheaded, and the blood, smack. Soared Yao Sixiao's face. Yao Sixiao suddenly ran out shouting loudly with his head in his hands.

Thundered. The light tore through the darkness. "Don't chase it, let him be alone, I'm sure he'll figure it out. Wang Feng spoke out to stop Bai Wenxuan's idea of chasing him out.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Wang Feng asked Bai Wenxuan, who was staring at him.

"Do you think I'm ruthless?" walked to Bai Wenxuan's side with his hands behind his back and watched quietly.

"Nope. Bai Wenxuan shook his head: "I just want to know why the young master is so sure that the Ming Dynasty is hopeless? Could it be that King Xin's accession to the throne can't change the fate of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Hahahaha!" Wang Feng really wanted to laugh at these ancients. When a monarch is mediocre, he has to put the task of leading the empire forward to another emperor, maybe they shouldn't laugh at them, after all, King Shin is really a model of a wise monarch in their eyes. He is a corporal, studious, and respectful to the scholars, and more importantly, his hatred of the eunuchs is the biggest evidence that these scholars feel that he is the Ming Jun.

"Wen Xuan, I know that in your eyes, King Xin is a good candidate for emperor, and indeed he has many, many advantages, and it is not wrong for you to pin your hopes for the revitalization of the Ming Dynasty on him. But do you know that he can't afford the Ming Dynasty that is already on the verge of death?"

"Are you saying that the Ming Dynasty will perish?" Bai Wenxuan asked urgently, forgetting that he had already grabbed Wang Feng's sleeve tightly, perhaps realizing that he had been rude for a while, and quickly retreated respectfully behind him.

"No, or rather," Wang Feng gave a simulated answer. "The Ming Dynasty began to go downhill from Yingzong, and when it reached Wuzong, it reached a peak, and then Shizong and Shenzong did not go to court for many years. The Emperor of the Apocalypse is even more fortunate to be eunuchs, making a mess of the government, and now the land annexation of the Ming Dynasty is strict, natural disasters are continuous, and the court's harsh donations and miscellaneous expenses are continuous. The common people have been struggling to make a living, and the selection of the imperial examination has no role other than memorizing Confucian classics, and the system of the Ming Dynasty has collapsed. He Zhu Youzhen is difficult to support alone. ”

As for saying that the Ming Dynasty will not perish, it is that more than 200 years of rule have made the orthodox concept of the Ming Dynasty deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the interests of the Ming Dynasty cannot be separated from the interests of many people, and these people will defend the Ming Dynasty to the death. ”

"That means that I am hopeless and the people are hopeless?"

"No, the only one who can save the world is me-Wang Feng"

Looking at the man beside him, he was so confident that only he could save the world, if Bai Wenxuan hadn't met him three years ago, he would have just laughed at it, it was just a madman's words, three years, three full years, three years behind this man, Bai Wenxuan knew this man too well, as long as he wanted to do it, there was nothing he couldn't do, because he was the master who saved the world.