The so-called emperor, in fact, has long been hollowed out by the shogunate, and he only knows drunk life and dreams of death every day, how can he ever experience such a battle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He conspired with the Restorationists to overthrow the shogunate, but that was just to gain more power, whatever the era, whatever the country, as long as you can still enjoy it, whatever it is.

But now, he needs to make a decision.

If he ordered Fukuhara Echigo to be killed, his relationship with the Restoration faction might have broken down, and who would have come to help him overthrow the shogunate?

But if he refuses to give the order, maybe today will be his last day as emperor!

was forced to a dead end by a group of Diao people, he smiled bitterly, and finally gave the order.

In fact, you don't have to think about it at all, didn't you already have the answer?

It's better to care about the present than the future.

From this point of view, the emperor who is high above is not much longer than the vision of a peasant woman in the countryside.

An attendant walked out in a frightened manner, and stammered: "Your Majesty has a will, Fukuhara Echigo is extremely evil, kill!"

"Oh!oh!oh!!"

The people burst into cheers, almost breaking through the sky. Their joy was indescribable, and countless people cried and laughed. Crying is that the dead can finally get revenge, and laughing is finally seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

This is a new path, and history will write a new word today:

The will of the people cannot be violated!

All of this is due to one person.

Everyone's eyes were once again focused on Yingluo.

She was holding Saito's knife, but she still said, "Bring a knife." ”

Although it was strange, people quickly found a knife, which was held by Sojiro Seta in both hands and handed to Eiraku.

She took it and threw it to Fukuhara Echigo, who had long been frightened and stood like a sculpture: "I'm not like you, and I have to take away the right of others to resist." Pick up the knife, kill me or be killed by me, you have the choice!"

Fukuhara Echigo trembled like chaff, of course he knew that he was not Yingluo's opponent, but he didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die, he was a man, even if he didn't engage in any restoration, he also had wealth that others couldn't imagine, he still had a lot of blessings to enjoy, how could he die here!

He tried hard to draw his sword, but his hands and feet trembled as if he were uncontrollable, and he couldn't even pull out the sword with all his strength.

Yingluo sneered and said to the people behind him: "See, this is a big man on the top, who looks like a powerful person, but is actually as timid as a mouse." Obviously dying was imminent, but he was so frightened that he even pulled out his sword. You say, 'What is so terrible about such a person?'

"It's just that I don't know, it turns out that these big masters are so useless. ”

"I thought they were born stronger than us, better than us. ”

"Phew, look at his current appearance, he is not as good as me as a pig killer. ”

"Look at his crotch, he's peeing his pants in fright!"

"Haha, these big men are no different from us!"

The seeds have been planted, and all that remains is the watering of time, and one day, no one will bend their backs.

Fukuhara Echigo is really scared, but he doesn't care about these things at all now, he longs for life more than dignity!

"I'm here for the country...... It's to make the country stronger. He had completely given up resisting, but was shouting like crazy: "Even if there is a sacrifice, it is only a temporary pain, as long as you endure it, you will definitely usher in a new era! I am right, I am not wrong, you are just a bunch of short-sighted people, all lowly civilians, what qualifications do you have to judge my right or wrong?!"

"Damn fellow, you don't know how to repent at this time!"

The people were also indignant, and several young people even rolled up their sleeves and were about to step forward, but they were stopped by Yingluo raising his hand.

She looked at the crazy Fukuhara Echigo and said: "We are not qualified to judge you right or wrong, or rather, only time can test everything, maybe in the history books a few years later, there will be an objective and fair evaluation of what you did." ”

Hearing that Yingluo's tone was loose, Fukuhara Yue was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "That's it, that's it! I shouldn't die, I didn't do anything wrong at all!"

"Big man, you're thinking too much!" Ying Luo chuckled at first, but quickly sank down and said sharply: "We don't care if you're right or wrong, what we have to do is just kill you to vent our hatred!"

To relieve the hatred in your heart, draw your sword and kill the enemy!

It's as simple as that.

Even if Fukuhara Echigo is right, even if Eiraku is hindering the progress of history, so what?

History will not change by one person, and in the same way, Yingluo will not be swayed by the will of others.

One or two discerning leaders are not necessary, and only a certain increase in the number of people seeking change among the most basic people can change the times.

Because, it is not so much the change of the times, but the change of people.

Thought, will, soul, all indispensable!

But leadership is not necessary.

It's just about accelerating the process of change.

Talent is the foundation of everything, if you forget these, no matter what is in the air, the higher you climb, the more painful you fall!

For example, Fukuhara Echigo, he forgot about this and did unforgivable things.

Therefore, he will die today!

Murderous aura gushed out, but not all of them came from Yingluo, tens of thousands of people in Kyoto, everyone wanted to kill him and hurry up!

He who cuts himself off from the people will die at the hands of the people!

Fukuhara Echigo's face changed greatly, and just as he was about to speak, a white light flashed in front of him, and Yingluo's hand fell, and the sharp blade cut a cut in his throat, and blood gurgled outward.

He clutched his wound tightly with his hands, but blood was still oozing from between his fingers. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound, and his chest burned like a fire compared to the wound on his neck.

"I cut your trachea and the blood will flow into your lungs. Yingluo explained: "You will not die immediately, the blood will fill your lungs little by little, and it will become more and more difficult for you to breathe, as if you are suffocating." This process will last about a few minutes, during which time you will feel a severe burning sensation. ”

Why, why do this to me, why not give me a good time?

......The words he wanted to say turned into a mournful cry of unknown meaning, and he didn't need to make any sound except wailing now.

But Yingluo seemed to understand, and she said in a deep voice: "Those who were burned to death by fire also died under such pain and despair. So feel it, you deserve it!"

It's retribution!

Heaven has inflicted retribution on him through the hand of Yingluo!

Fukuhara Echigo kept twitching on the ground, blood foam kept coming out of his mouth and nose, his eyes were bulging, his face was pale, and he was crangling his neck, wishing that he would die immediately.

But such a humble idea could not be realized at all.

It feels as if the chest is on fire, and the same feeling is felt by the people who have been burned to death by the flames?

As the minutes ticked by, his struggles became weak, and there were only two lines of turbid tears running down the corners of his eyes.

Still is...... I don't want to die!

Yingluo smiled, she could feel the other party's will to survive, it was indeed higher than the average level, this was probably the perseverance of the superior.

For the sake of wealth and status, it is admirable to even be able to fight against death.

She walked over and lifted Saito's knife.

But alas, it can't stand up to me.

It is precisely because you don't want to die that depriving you of your life is the greatest punishment for you!

Yingluo conveyed these two sentences with his eyes, and then dropped the knife.

The speed is not fast, so that Fukuhara Echigo can feel the fear of death.

The big man's neck is not much harder, and it is no different from the bandit she has slashed. Or are these two people the same kind of people?

But Yingluo doesn't care, in her eyes, there are only two kinds of people who need to be beheaded, and people who need to be protected.

It doesn't matter about identity, it doesn't matter about status, and even these two kinds of people themselves will change.

It all depends on what you do!

She grabbed the pale head and showed it to everyone.

"The sinner Fukuhara Echigo has been killed here by me!"

The cheers rang out, deafening!

Yingluo threw away the dead man's head, and some of his own people stepped forward to pick it up. But she doesn't care, for her, death is death, and all grievances and hatreds are written off.

She took out the wine gourd and poured a few sips, when she should have been happy, she was inexplicably sad.

Revenge was taken, but the dead could never live again.

She was about to drink again, but she didn't know whether she was drunk or dizzy, or she was in a trance, and she saw that the woman who gave her the gourd was looking at her with a smile, bowing to her, and then gradually moving away. Behind the woman, there were countless men, women, and children, all saluting her.

Hallucinations?

Yingluo suddenly burst out laughing, spilled all the wine in the gourd on the ground, and said loudly: "After drinking these candied wines, let's hurry up and hit the road! After reincarnation, it should be a new era of happiness!"

She tied the empty gourd around her waist and said with anticipation: "At that time, under the gourd vine in the courtyard, let's have a happy wine banquet!"

It will be a very good day!