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Jingyang City is gradually approaching, the ruins and broken walls come into Li Kuan's eyes, there are scorched black traces left by the fire everywhere, countless soldiers are busy cleaning up, the originally quiet and peaceful small city, now shrouded in a sad and sad atmosphere. No more than 12 out of 10 people survived, and many more were lying on street corners, lying in the ruins, cold and lifeless.

Countless sobbing and wailing voices echoed in the city, and countless voices calling for relatives came into Li Kuan's ears.

One by one, people dressed in coarse linen clothes searched and called among the ruins, hoping to get a response from their loved ones. But the relatives they were looking for were lying under the rubble, unable to open their mouths again. No matter how much they screamed, no one answered their calls.

At this moment, a teenager was calling out to his parents, who had hidden him in a cellar where the Turks had come, a cellar for winter vegetables, full of wheat that his father had worked hard to buy and wild vegetables that his mother had dug up in the mountains on weekdays. And how can the frugal parents be willing to throw away those grains, so they can only let him hide in it alone.

And it turned out. None of this family survived except for the boy. After the brutal Turks entered the city, they began to burn and plunder on a large scale, countless people were terrified, countless women were humiliated, and countless young men were hacked to death because of the slightest resistance. The cellar where the boy was hiding was relatively hidden, so he escaped. But he can never find the parents who left his life to him. A pair of small hands are desperately digging on the ruins of their house, hoping to dig through the ruins and find their parents. They're still inside, alive. The bricks and dirt cut through the palms of the hands, lifted the nails, and the blood flowed. The young man's face was full of tears, and his voice was hoarse. But he never gave up.

Li Kuan saw this qiē in his eyes, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He called out to the little ash who was following the carriage, told it not to run around to keep up with the group, and went back to the carriage.

In the carriage, the faces of the other little princes were not good-looking, Li Chengqian was uncertain, and Li Ke was pale. Li Tai still had a little fear on his face. But Li You and Li Su were already frightened, and Li Su squeezed his brother. Li You and Li Tai huddled together.

"How? It doesn't taste good, does it? Li Chengqian saw Li Kuan come in and said loudly. During this period of time, Li Chengqian's attitude towards Li Kuan changed, because he told the eldest grandson Wuji about the occult school behind Li Kuan, and after hearing about it, the eldest grandson Wuji was first surprised, and then became silent, and after thinking about it for two days, he told Li Chengqian, Li Kuan, who he had been worried about, was no longer a threat to him, because he, like Li Ke, was not in that position after all. Li Ke is because of his bloodline, and Li Kuan is because of his inheritance.

Li Chengqian was puzzled at first, because although Li Kuan, the second child, was not as born as himself, he was also born to a noble concubine, and his biological mother occupied a special position in his father's heart. His talent is even more brilliant, and Li Chengqian, who is endowed with poetry and songs, admits that he is not the opponent of the second child, and he is very courageous. How could there be no threat, Li Chengqian was puzzled.

After the eldest grandson Wuji learned of his nephew's doubts, he laughed and explained his doubts: "Uncle and I know the emperor, the emperor is the kind of person who has a particularly strong desire to control, and this mysterious scientist challenges the emperor's bottom line again and again, which is not a good sign!" aroused His Majesty's curiosity and desire to win, so this scientist will either ruin or be held in the palm of the emperor's hand, there is no third way. And His Royal Highness the King of Chu is the spokesperson of this occult school, how could His Majesty put him on the throne? His Royal Highness the King of Chu sitting on the throne means bowing his head to the scientist and admitting defeat. How could His Majesty, who has been strong all his life, make such a decision? Especially since you have just experienced the Turkic thing! ”

The words of the eldest grandson Wuji made Li Chengqian let go of his heart knot, maybe this second brother will be his important right-hand man in the future. Li Chengqian thought this in his heart, he never doubted that he would not be able to sit on the throne in the future, especially after learning that Li Kuan was no longer a threat. Among the current brothers, only the second and third are somewhat threatening, and the rest are not to be feared.

What else can Li Kuan do, Li Chengqian asked him if he didn't answer: "It's really uncomfortable, how innocent are the people!" As he spoke, he sat down and closed his eyes.

The carriage slowly passed through Jingyang City, and the cries and cries hit Li Kuan's heart. Let those pictures involuntarily flash in his mind, some of which he had seen just now, some of which he had seen in the news of later generations, and what he had seen on the Internet. Scenes swirled in his mind, like nightmares, overwhelming him.

"The people of China have always been the kindest people, why are there so many disasters? Kind-hearted farming people are not as aggressive as nomads, they are forbearing, as long as they can eat and clothe themselves, all they ask for is three meals to feed and clothe, to warm the old and the poor. Therefore, as long as the superior is a little kind to them, these kind people will always support him, and nobles like Li Kuan and them can always enjoy the luxurious life of drunken dreams and death.

But who thought about doing something for them? Who has ever thought about why the kindest people in the world have to be bullied by foreigners every few hundred years, and these kind people have to suffer from wars, these people are the foundation of the Chinese nation, why no one has ever thought about letting them live a good life? These people are so easily satisfied, why is it so difficult to satisfy even these small desires and luxuries? Hunger and cold have always plagued this nation, and it was not until after the liberation of Taizu that it was slightly relieved, even at the beginning of the 21st century, there were still many people in some remote areas of this nation who were eating for that mouthful. The cold thing on the body and running around, how sad it is, how shocking!

Li Kuan set off an uproar in his heart. The miserable images swirling in his mind were like nightmares weighing on his heart, leaving him breathless. He didn't know where to go, he had always just wanted to live a happy feudal aristocratic life, with a pretty maid waiting, with a group of small servants, and nothing to do on the street to look at the beauties. Or bully and bully other gentlemen, and copy those two poems during the New Year's holidays. Mix a genius with a false name or something. That's what he had in mind, and he wouldn't have done what he had done if it weren't for his life. Because he is still alive, it is a variable in history, so he must make a little effort for his life. Otherwise, it may be directly harmonized.

But now. He was a little shaken, this miserable scene will continue for more than a thousand years, how many people, how many tragedies are staged on the land of this pass? Why do these kindest and loveliest people suffer? Why can't peace last? Countless thoughts boiled in Li Kuan's mind, churning his brain into a mess and making him feel haggard.

Li Chengqian also closed his eyes, but all he had in his heart was hatred for the Turks. is not like Li Kuan, who has seen the chaos of later generations and the rise of the Khitan. Jin, Mongolia, Manchu. These histories are all foreign races, and the Han people are bullied, just like there is a sentence in "Men's Travel": If you don't see you, the Confucianism will raise the strong man to die, and Shenzhou will boast of benevolence and righteousness from then on. Once the Central Plains was chaotic, the scholars ran to the cowardly people and wept.

This sentence exhausted the Song Dynasty after the Tang Dynasty, which emphasized literature and light military force, and then invaded by foreign races, and the huge Great Song Dynasty was actually no match for the small Khitan people, and then ceded land and paid compensation, which was extremely weak. Although some literati are noble and noble, Wen Tianxiang, and Lu Xiufu are all admirable, but there are too few such literati, and more are corrupt and benevolent? Li Kuan sneered in his heart when he thought of this, the ancient benevolence and virtue were exclusive to people, this is true, Mr. Dongguo, the farmer and these people are all vigilant for future generations, but no one is alert.

Why? Why do I think that Huaxia is the superior kingdom of the Celestial Empire, and I can be said to be lenient to those foreign races, but I have been persecuted and invaded by them again and again? The most typical are the Bangzi Kingdom and the Japanese Slave Kingdom, these two countries, one is the descendant of Wei Ziyan in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the other is the 3,000 boys and girls who Xu Fu led to the sea. These people were very weak at the beginning, and they slowly grew stronger by relying on my Huaxia, and then they all took a bite back. Now Qu Yuan is a stick, Chinese medicine has become a stick, and this country that created the universe has been searching, looking for what else is theirs in this world. And the Japanese slave country, needless to say, Li Kuan remembered these in his heart, but why did he never have the idea of changing?

Li Kuan is also asking himself, why has he been in this world for more than three years, but he has always been content with pleasure, and even spent more time playing with his two sisters? He asked himself questions, and finally came to the answer, it turned out that he had never stood on this height, and was just content with his current comfortable life. In the Tang Dynasty, the country of Bangzi had not yet been unified, Goryeo, Baekje, and Silla were still fighting on that small peninsula, the Japanese slave country had not yet begun to develop, their envoys to the Tang Dynasty had not yet set out, and Muhammad in Central Asia was almost at the time of death, and the preacher with the Quran in one hand and the sword in the other hand was about to die, and his successor would carry his spirit to fulfill his vision. On the Tibetan Plateau, Songtsen Gampo has succeeded to the throne, and the thirteen-year-old Zampu is about to sweep the roof of the world and rule the highest region in the world.

These are all next to the Tang Dynasty, some of them will surrender to the Tang Dynasty in the years to come, and some will always fight with the Tang Dynasty, but no matter which one is the Tang Dynasty's henchmen, the Tubo on the plateau, the stick on the Northeast Peninsula, the Japanese slaves in the east, and the empire established by Muhammad, the revival of Islam in the desert in the west, although there are still Zhaowu nine surnames, Turks and other countries, but it is still a great threat.

"I really should do something for these people! After crossing once, you can't leave your own mark in the history books, what's the point of eating and waiting for death? It doesn't matter if I don't know how to schem, I just have a fist! Li Kuan said to himself silently in his heart. (To be continued......)