"Sixteen years ago, the Dog Emperor set up the "Suzhou and Hangzhou Yingfeng Bureau" in the south of the Yangtze River, and searched everywhere for flowers, bamboo, wood and rare treasures, and transported them to Bianjing by boat for the Dog Emperor to enjoy. Wherever the Huashi fleet passed, the local people had to supply money and civilian service, and some people had no money or food at home, so they could only send labor to transport Huashi Gang to the government, but they could not get a penny. Men and children have to go to the fields to be busy, hard work, and the last little food they earn, but they have to pay taxes......" When she spoke, the saint seemed to look out the window of the ship, and her tone was faintly sad.

Song Ting seemed to hear her sigh slightly before continuing: "The battle of Huashigang has been poisoning the people of Jiangnan for twenty years, Jiangnan is known as the hometown of wealth, but even if the land is rich, it can't withstand the toss of these twenty years. But the damned Dog Emperor and those traitorous ministers did not want to forge ahead, intensified their efforts, and forced the people to ...... to their deaths."

"My hometown, Qingxi County, is rich in bamboo and wood lacquer, and it is the hometown of Huashigang. The government forced the villagers to produce bamboo and wood, and everyone had no land to plant, no clothes to shelter from the cold, no food to eat, and we had nothing...... There is no other way out except rebellion, perhaps, rebellion is a dead end, but no rebellion...... Immediately starved to death. After speaking, the holy woman seemed to let out a long breath, and slowly turned around, and the eyes behind the white curtain seemed to be staring at Song Ting.

Song Ting looked at the Mingjiao saintess dressed in snow white in front of him in a daze, and recalled her last sentence bitterly in his heart: "Rebellion may be a dead end, but if you don't rebel, you will starve to ......death immediately", and stood in place for a long time, unable to speak.

It is true that Zhao Jinji is his father-in-law, but he is really derelict as an emperor, on the basis of the loss of the sixteen states of Yanyun, he lost the territory of ten states to the Liao, and most of his ministers are traitors like Cai Jing, Tong Guan, Zhu Mian, Wang Hao, Li Bangyan, and Liang Shicheng. The officials forced the people to rebel, the officials forced the people to rebel, and the Fangla uprising was not only forced by officials, but indirectly forced by Zhao Jinji, the emperor.

His thoughts changed sharply, and he remembered the scene of the peasant army breaking into the broken temple and what Chen Bao and his wife had said, and sighed and said: "The people are not sympathetic, the monarchs and ministers are guilty, and the people have no way to live, but you should not kill innocents indiscriminately...... As the saying goes, the people who are wronged have a debtor and a master, and have no way to live, is it because of those people who have a way to live? On the day of the destruction of the city of Suzhou, you connived at the soldiers to plunder the women's property and kill innocent people indiscriminately, won't your conscience be disturbed? ”

"I know...... the saint took two steps closer and said softly, her tone full of helplessness, "Daddy, he...... He has changed, and when he first started rebelling, he was not like this...... I don't know why this is the case. Before the rebellion, he had a good temper, but now that the territory is getting bigger and there are more and more people complimenting him, he has indeed changed...... However, I believe that he has only changed temporarily, he will still change back to his original self, and if the rebellion is successful, he will definitely become a good emperor. ”

Hearing the holy woman say that Fang La would become a good emperor, Song Ting shook his head speechlessly, hey, it seems that everyone in Fang La's army thinks like her.

"I don't want to say anything." Song Ting said, "You send me to Yangzhou to exchange for Fang Gongzi." ”

After speaking, he left the saint's cabin, and for the next two days, Song Ting ate and slept in his cabin. Ziyun came to deliver food, very simple food, there was grilled fish every meal, but he didn't want to pay attention to her, so he put the tableware at the door after eating and asked her to pick it up.

The next night, Ziyun came to apologize: "The saint told me that you are a good person and should not have killed your head, I'm sorry......"

Song Tingcai didn't want to deal with her, so he snorted lightly, turned his face to the side, and didn't even look at her.

"Hey, what the hell do you want? The saint didn't ask me to apologize, I came by myself, how can you be like this, you don't pay attention to talking to you well, what do you mean! Ziyun blushed and said this angrily.

Song Ting spoke: "You really want to kill me so much?"

Zi Yun nodded, and shook her head desperately: "I just want to kill corrupt officials!" The saint said that you are a good official, and I can't kill you! ”

"How can there be pure good officials and bad officials...... Forget it, you don't understand this, when can you get to Yangzhou? ”

"Tomorrow is coming."

"Oh, how are you going to rescue Fang Gongzi?"

"The holy woman won't let me say it, anyway, I'll trouble you when the time comes."

Well, it's a vain question to ask, Song Ting sent Ziyun away, and he had nothing to do in the cabin.

I couldn't stand it, so I walked out of the hatch and wanted to see the night view along the river, but I saw a snow-white bird flying to the boat, stopping on the railing and flapping its wings.

Hearing the movement, the saint came out, only to see her take off the small bamboo tube tied to the bird's legs, take out the note from the small bamboo tube, look at it, and then hold the note into powder, and float in the night sky.

Such a strong internal strength, Song Ting was amazed in his heart.

The saint must have seen him, and walked over with a slight step, and the white bird was on her shoulder, fluttering its wings and jumping around, a pair of sharp eyes like nighthawks, with a small body, and supple feathers, and looking weak and lovely...... As if seeing his gaze, the saint stretched out her hand, and the little white bird jumped into her palm, "This is called a snow harrier, don't look at it, it's small, it's very fierce." ”

Song Tingchu smiled and said: "It's like a weak and bullying people, don't look at their own strength, they are also very fierce when they join forces......"

The saint said indifferently: "But the snow harrier is different from people, and after all, it doesn't understand human pain."

Song Ting smiled: "Maybe they understand, but they just can't say it."

The saint was speechless, and after a while, she said lightly: "Seven days later, my father will be enthroned, and he will ...... in Hangzhou" There seemed to be a trace of sadness in her voice.

"Okay, you're a princess!" Song Ting said with a smile.

The snow harrier flew from her hand to the side of the ship, and her voice seemed to add a little sorrow, "I don't want to be a princess, I just want the peasants who can't afford to eat to have something to eat, and the poor who can't afford to wear clothes to have a piece of clothing...... If Daddy had become an emperor, he would have made a good life for the poor. ”

Song Ting looked at her sideways: "Are you so sure?"

The saint seemed to look up at the night sky, a few lights hung on both sides of the ship, the light faintly penetrated the white curtain of her cloak, her eyes seemed to have a glow, only to hear her say: "The slogan of Daddy's rebellion is 'kill corrupt officials, equal wealth and poverty', 'Qingjun side, Zhen Chaogang', since the emperor is the biggest corrupt official, I am afraid that only by killing the emperor can Zhenchao Gang." There are millions of people in Jiangnan who support Daddy to be self-reliant, and Daddy used to be only a painter, and he knows the suffering of the poor, and he will definitely think about the poor. I believe...... If Daddy wins the world, he will definitely become a good emperor. ”

Song Ting thought about it, and still asked: "Do you think that the people's rebellion is because of the oppression of traitorous ministers and the unreasonableness?"

The saint said, "What if not?"

Song Ting said again: "Do you think in the hearts of the people, what is happiness?"

The saint snorted lightly: "Don't dare to ask for anything else, in the hearts of the people, there is food, clothing, money to treat diseases, the Mid-Autumn Festival can sit around the tree to admire the moon, and the New Year can talk about the shortcomings of the family around the bonfire...... It's happiness. ”

Song Ting said: "What about the children'......s education, what about the elderly?"

As if feeling the surprised gaze of the saintess, Song Ting sighed and continued: "Who do you think should guarantee the happiness of the people?" Official? Emperor? ”

The holy woman's eyes seemed to be staring at him after the white curtain, "Isn't it? The rule of Zhenguan, the prosperity of Kaiyuan, and the prosperity of Renzong...... The people are well fed, there are surpluses, and life is comfortable, isn't it because of good emperors like Li Shimin, Li Longji, and Zhao Zhen that the people are happy and the world is peaceful? ”

Song Ting looked up at the night sky, smiled slightly, and said: "It is true that a good official benefits the people, and a corrupt official is a disaster; It is true that the Ming monarch can create a peaceful and prosperous era, and the faint monarch will trap the people in fire and water. But do you think that the happiness of the people can be guaranteed only by relying on the wise men and virtuous ministers? Take the Tang Dynasty as an example, Li Longji also had a prosperous era of Kaiyuan, but in his later years, he loved Yang Guifei... Maybe it wasn't her pot ...... that she reused traitorous ministers and rebels, such as Yang Guozhong and An Lushan, and caused the Anshi Rebellion......"

After a pause, Song Ting continued: "Since the Anshi Rebellion, more than a hundred years after the Tang Dynasty, plus more than 100 years of five dynasties and ten kingdoms, has the entire land of Shenzhou ever been peaceful? Commoners...... Have you ever been happy? ”

Seeing that she seemed to be able to hear it, Song Ting smiled lightly: "Since the Qin Dynasty, after the Han Dynasty, the Three Kingdoms, the Two Jin Dynasties, and the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Sui Dynasty once again dominated the world, and then there were Tang and Five Dynasties, how many Ming monarchs were there?" It's just a handful, right? How many virtuous ministers are there? Not much, right? There is a saying that 'clean officials are like a rarity, and corrupt officials are like the sand of the Yellow River', can you expect officials to ensure the happiness of the people? Ten emperors, barely one or two Ming monarchs, can you count on the emperor to ensure the happiness of the people? Power corrupts people's hearts, and your father has already been corrupted......"

The surroundings seemed to become silent all of a sudden, and the saint seemed to look at Song Ting in a daze, and after a long time, she heard her say, "What you said is very reasonable. But you say my dad is corrupted, I don't believe it. ”

"Overthrow the Dog Emperor, my father will definitely become a generation of Ming Jun." She added.

Song Ting snorted lightly and couldn't help but say: "Don't say that you can overthrow Zhao Jinji, even if your father becomes the emperor, the people can really be happy?" I'm afraid that the land of the Central Plains has long been poisoned by the flames of war, and more chaos will be raging, right? I have Khitan and Jurchen in the north, Western Xia in the northwest, Tubo in the west, Nanzhao and Nanyue in the south, Penglai and Fusang in the east, and strong enemies are dormant on all sides. The death of the country is a small matter, but the people of the world are about to fall into a hundred years of war, this is a big deal, and the slaughter of our Han people by foreign races is a big deal......"

"What did you say?" The saint's tone was full of horror, and her tone seemed to change suddenly, "What do you mean...... If my father overthrows the emperor...... Will aliens live in the Central Plains? No, no, no...... My dad wouldn't let the aliens in. ”

Song Ting sneered: "I'm afraid it's not your father who has the final say, your father and the court will lose both, who can control the alien race?"

"No," the holy woman seemed to be really afraid of something, and the white curtain cloak swayed, "it's not like this, you lie! ”

"I'm not lying to you, my life is in your hands, how dare I lie to you?" Song Ting said.

There was a long silence.

The boat docked at the riverside, at this time, the cold wind gradually blew, and there was a faint sound of insects around, Song Ting tightened his clothes, closed his eyes and said, "You will let me go tomorrow, right?"

"Huh?" The cloak of the saint swayed, as if looking at him.

"I mean, if the son of Fang Fang has an accident or is escorted to Beijing, will you let me go?" Song Ting opened his eyes.

The holy woman seemed to hesitate, and was silent for a long time, and said, "I will not kill you, nor will I let others kill you."

"Oh, that's good. Then I can sleep soundly. Song Ting stretched, stepped into his cabin, and fell asleep.

And the saint seemed to be still thinking about his words at this time, the eyes behind the white curtain looked at the lake, there were fishing fires on the river, and snow harriers flew around on the side of the boat, dancing in the wind in snow-white clothes.

(End of chapter)