Yin Mingzhi had no choice but to let him use his sleeve as a toy, and smiled helplessly while showing a soft sigh, the tenderness at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows almost overflowed, "Okay, okay, promise you." ”

A light and tranquil medicinal fragrance wafted out from his clean sleeves, and a gentle voice like water, melodiously slid into half of Yin Xiaoqi's ears.

The young man's bright red clothes rose in the wind, and his smiling eyebrows and eyes were bent into a crescent moon, "It's good if the master agrees, then I still want to eat peony shrimp." ”

Yin Mingzhi, "......"

In the dark, there may be unknown gods and Buddhas who are blessed, and this road is extremely smooth-Yu Shi said clearly, if there is no Song Yuchen's cold ridicule.

Two days later, at dusk, the group finally arrived at the county seat of Yongxian.

As soon as he entered the door, Shi Qingran was taken by Song Yuchen to a nearby inn with a teahouse.

Surrounded by bamboo trees on all sides, the building has two floors, not to mention how to be grand and noble, but it reveals a light and refined chic beauty. Ten tables are arranged up and down in the boxy courtyard, with a large storytelling table in the center.

In front of the storyteller sat a storyteller, his thin figure like a long and bent bamboo pole, a inky glass mirror hanging loosely on the slender horse's face, a pair of potholes in his cheeks, shaking his head and spitting when he spoke, like a two-legged cricket with a clockwork.

Shi Qingran looked at him for a while, and couldn't help but wonder if the storytellers in this world really all look the same, and they are dressed similarly, and even the content of the storytelling is almost the same.

Every time he speaks, eight out of ten times he starts with "the first year of Jinghe", and at least five of these eight times will mention the famous figures of the time, and when it comes to this topic, Song Yuchen will inevitably be mentioned.

The first emperor did not start a business and the middle way collapsed, which should have been a major event worthy of the civil and military officials and the people of Li to cry for three days and three nights, and then the whole country to wear linen and filial piety for at least three years.

But in that war-torn era, no one bothered to ask whether the emperor was buried in a coffin and buried in the imperial tomb or casually wrapped in horse leather and thrown into a mass grave. At this point, everyone is busy trying to protect their families, and it is a matter of course that they do not care about the funeral according to the traditional etiquette of the royal family.

Anyway, you have to die early and late, and those who are already lucky to be able to linger on the sickbed and die can no longer be lucky, even if they die blindly, even if they die with tears in the corners of their eyes.

There was a rumor that the first emperor was still open when he died, and he was angry after watching the Imperial Guards and the Praetorian Guards rush into the main hall in a noisy manner, and recklessly robbed him of the belongings in his dormitory.

The first emperor had a busy life, and he consciously admired the people of the people, and he reigned for decades, diligent and hardworking, who would have expected that it was the great country that he inherited from his ancestors into today's purgatory on earth.

Under the four realms, there are many wars. Mourning is everywhere, and there are many complaints.

The Ninety-Five Venerable dragged the broken and sick body, and two lines of desolate tears slowly flowed from the cloudy pupils.

Immediately, several wails exploded in his ears, and the first emperor turned his head with the last of his strength, staring at the ironclad young man who was walking up the stairs not far away.

——His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was only seventeen years old at the time, fought out of the encirclement of internal and external turmoil, and stepped on the ground dripping with blood to come to his father's bed.

Those who had robbed the property were cut off by His Royal Highness the Prince, and the bones and flesh were hot and cracked, and they were mixed with the gold, silver and jewels into a pool of jeweled blood; Those who didn't grab the property were frightened, and their heart-wrenching desire was shattered by the murderous aura that came to their faces, and they fled with all their hearts.

The door to the main hall slammed shut.

As the old saying goes, if there is no filial son in front of the bed of a long illness, how can there be true love in troubled times.

So everyone thought that this elusive little highness was red-eyed, and wanted to sacrifice his father's flesh and blood to his fierce sword. Just when there were different opinions and people were panicking, the door of the temple was opened again.

To everyone's surprise, the emperor's family, which has been unsympathetic since ancient times, has produced a sincere His Royal Highness the Prince.

His Royal Highness the young crown prince, with half of his face covered with blood, was like a rainbow, holding the emperor's handwritten Zhu Pi brocade silk, and announced the edict of succession by himself, completing the most simple and bleak succession and mourning ceremony since the founding of this dynasty.

——I inherited the order of the emperor, the holy Hongxiu, and the last order of the Emperor Daxing. However, he has been busy all his life, and he is ashamed of the sky and the people, and his heart is really uneasy. At this time, I would like to tell heaven and earth that the prince is naïve and clumsy, and it is difficult to entrust him with a heavy responsibility. Thinking deeply about the weight of entrustment, and being conscientious, but my eldest son A Xun, auxiliary Yunyingcheng, and industry Chengxicha. It is hoped that he will remember to take the interests of the people as the benefit, take the heart of the world as the heart, protect the state from danger, and rule before chaos, work diligently all night, sleep without reluctance, and combine leniency and severity, in order to plan for the long-term of the country.

Although at that time, no one knew whether it was a day or two.

The emperor collapsed, and the four realms were completely plunged into chaos, and they were still in a no-man's land.

Shengge, who originally held the ambition of the wolf, celebrated, and those who still had some worries completely let go of their worries, and led the army north without pressure, singing all the way forward.

There is no gentleman in troubled times, who talks about morality.

Those who have attained the Tao will help more and those who have lost the Tao will have little help, and those who have succeeded will be kings, and those who have lost will be cowards.

Since ancient times, the rich Central Plains is a piece of fat meat with mellow fragrance and fragrance, but because of the strong soldiers and horses in the Central Plains, although the foreign people have the ambition to move, they do not dare to defy the law.

But this time is different from the past, at this moment, they are in an era when even the palace guards can wantonly rob the emperor's bedroom.

A little gold, nothing.

It's just a few cities, and it's nothing.

Half of the world, it's nothing.

In the beginning, and then, and after that, there is no end.

There is no difference between man and beast in nature, but the former lives under the rules and regulations of civilized etiquette, and in the constraints accumulated over time, he barely has a little morality, so with this bit of morality, man stands on the first step of the ladder and thinks that he has reached the top of the world, as if he has trampled the heavens under his feet.

And morality is gone, and human nature is replaced by greed and lust, and when one slips under one's feet, man falls from the clouds completely, and falls heavily into the mire, and shares a room with wild beasts.

Then continue sinking.

Sink.

Until they fall into the irretrievable eighteen layers of hell.

After all, people became beasts, and then they became the beings they looked down on the most when they once called themselves gentlemen.

People bite people, dogs eat dogs, and the world is chaotic into a pot of porridge that is difficult to give up.

But in fact, such a scuffle is not impossible to find a solution.

Since several forces are competing at the same time, and none of them is willing to compromise or give up a little vested interest, it can only compete through bloodshed and war.

As long as one of them is overwhelmingly stronger than the others, then there will be no more so-called conflicts—the dead will not speak, the captives will not dare to speak, and the infamy of slaughtering the city will become a famous feat, which will be forever recorded in the annals of the victors, to be admired and immortalized by all the people of future generations.

At the beginning of the melee, in the spirit of active main battle, under the flattery of their respective dog-headed military divisions, each side thought that they had won the battle.

But even in such a situation, with rivers of blood on the battlefield, the territories between the various forces did not advance much – or rather, not as fast as the ruler had predicted.

So they each turned the ghost fetus in their hearts into reality, and gradually became unprincipled, bottomless, inhumane, and miserable.

The tide of war has changed from chaos to absurdity, and those who kill are no longer human, and those who are killed are no longer treated as human beings.

Often, in the blink of an eye, the country is quietly destroyed by forces on unknown sides.