Yuan Kewen is not an idle person.

He joined the Green Gang as a prince and regarded himself as an old man with the word "big", which is equivalent to having the qualification to open an incense hall on the rivers and lakes. Not to mention ordinary gangsters, even the pinnacles of this way, such as Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng, have to look at the face of his second son Yuan.

Moreover, he has always been eccentric, except for the bottom line of not befriending military and political dignitaries and only talking about Fengyue, the rest of the aspects only care about his own preferences, if Zhao Gao wants to open the mouth of the upper echelons of the empire from him, it is tantamount to asking for fish from the wood.

In short, this is not a foolish master.

"Help me?" After listening to Zhao Gao's laughter, Yuan Kewen, who was still smiling at Yan Yan just now, changed his face, and after asking half a sentence, several figures walked out of the bamboo forest, faintly forming an encirclement.

They all carried a sharp axe in their hands, reflecting a miserable white dim light under the light of the bamboo forest.

Wang Yaqiao!

Here, because of the integration of modern rules, the skills that lack the support of the underlying rules have lost most of their effectiveness, and Wang Yaqiao, known as the "King of Killers", is obviously an exception, or his skills themselves are in line with the specific rules of this era.

"Mr. Hanyun, what do you mean by this?" Zhao Gao did not flinch, but raised his head and asked. The red lady beside him had already untied the silk scarf she was wearing, and her bumpy body leaned forward slightly, making a defensive gesture.

Aside from the fact that she herself has reached the level of a historical epic, her rule components are also highly compatible with this era, although she can destroy the world by herself like in the plot world, but it is not to be underestimated that she can be forcibly driven to cooperate with her own good martial arts.

"Oh?" Yuan Kewen was not surprised, watching the confrontation between the red lady and Wang Yaqiao, he just straightened up and watched it interestingly.

He could tell that since Zhao Gao was called "Mr. Hanyun", it meant that there was no military and political appeal.

"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Hongyi."

It was not Yuan Kewen who spoke out, but Wang Yaqiao after a moment of confrontation. Although he didn't have an axe in his hand, that awe-inspiring killing intent was almost substantial, and Zhao Gao could clearly feel it from a distance of several meters.

It's not that he is hostile to Zhao Gao, but that his rule composition itself is like this, and it is precisely because of the protection of this layer of rules that he dares to stab Jiang, Song, and Wang in the back.

"I don't know what the Jianghuai heroes have to teach you?" Zhao Gao bowed slightly, and he was commensurate with Wang Yaqiao's nickname. When the other party approached just now, he actually had a sense of familiarity, but the two clearly did not have any intersection before.

"I have here a preface for sir." Wang Yaqiao probably realized that he was getting too close, and took a half step back, and at the same time, a blood-red book condensed, and under the attraction of the rules, he slowly came towards Zhao Gao.

"Yu prisoner in the north courtyard, sit in a dirt room. The room is eight feet wide and can be four fathoms deep. The single door is low, the white room is short and narrow, and the dirt is dark and dark. In this summer, all the qi is clear: the rain is four sets, the floating bed is a few days, and the time is the water vapor; Painted mud for half a dynasty, steaming and soaking, when it is rustic; At first glance, it is hot and hot, the wind duct is blocked, and it is the sun; The eaves are yin, which promotes the abuse of fire, and sometimes it is fire; The warehouse is rotten, Chen Chen is pressing, and the time is rice gas; The shoulders are miscellaneous, the sweat is dirty, and the time is popular; or clumping, or destroying corpses, or rotting rats, and the evil gas is mixed up, and when it is filthy. Stacking is a number of gases, and those who deserve it are rarely powerful. And to be weak, in the meantime, in the second year, fortunately unharmed, is the cause of the nourishment. But also know what to raise? Mencius said, "I am good at nurturing my heroic spirit." He has seven, I have one, and with one enemy seven, I have no trouble! Those who are in a state of prosperity are the righteousness of heaven and earth, and they are a song of righteousness. ”

This is a quotation that is clearly cognate with the song of righteousness. Zhao Gao once thought that after the "Great Road Seeker" Yan Fuzi gave "Heaven and Earth have righteousness", the rules of righteousness songs were complete, but he didn't expect that there was really a paragraph of quotation rules scattered in modern times.

The way of China's majestic righteousness is indeed continuous and extensive.

In history, Wang Yaqiao's starting point was to build the "Righteousness Society" with his friends, and it turned out that he still got Wen Tianxiang's lineage!

"This is the last afterglow of Mr. Wenshan before he disappeared, and he got it by chance, and he was lucky in his life!" Wang Yaqiao looked excited and yearning. Because it is the inheritance of the poem "Song of Righteousness", there is no literary and Taoist spirit in this rule, so Wang Yaqiao has no achievements in literature, but the blood and strength in it, and the courage to die still make his aura extraordinary to mortals.

The assassination of traitors almost ran through his not long life.

"I'm ashamed!" Zhao Gao took a step back and respectfully saluted him, completing this piece, he already had the hope of impacting the legend in his temperament.

In other words, in the world he built, there will not only be material, but the spiritual realm will also expand to the legendary level.

A world where both material and soul complement each other is the foundation of the legend.

This is a gift that cannot be refused, as a gift to give this gift, after Zhao Gao completely condensed the rules of the "Song of Righteousness", there was no flirtatious look on his face.

"Mr. Hongyi, how are you going to save me?" He dusted off the fallen bamboo leaves in front of his clothes, sat up straight, and asked with a serious expression.

All the things just now are just a kind of temptation in the rules, after Zhao Gao showed enough ability, coupled with his various rumors, he finally got the qualification to let him speak.

"Is it dangerous enough?" Seeing that Yuan Kewen no longer pretended to be a gesture, Zhao Gao was surprised. Yuan Kewen's tone may still have doubts about his ability and attitude, but the sincerity is very sufficient, and it is obviously not alarmist.

"Why does Mr. Hongyi knowingly ask?" Yuan Kewen laughed self-deprecatingly, and then pointed to the red lady and said, "Not to mention that this red lady has gathered hundreds of thousands of new troops under his command, maybe he can set up a new policy in the south with a wave of his hand, even within the Chinese Empire, how can it always be calm and ironclad?" ”

It's not hard to see why.

Although Yuan Shikai is cunning and cunning, he is well respected in the Beiyang family, but his rules are limited after all, and his weak luck is not enough to support such a big empire.

What's more, the rules of Duan Qirui, Feng Guozhang, Cao Kun and others under his command are not compatible with him, and the emperor of the Chinese Empire and the president and prime minister of the Republic of China have completely different understandings of the rules.

In other words, only after Yuan Shikai dies will these people really get the strongest rule component that belongs to them.

In this way, in addition to external forces, Yuan Shikai did bring his rules to the peak at the moment he ascended the throne as emperor, which was also equivalent to putting him on the fire - internal problems were more troublesome and unsolvable than Li Yan's uprising in the south.

And once Yuan Shikai dies, the Yuan Gongzi, who is still very beautiful, is afraid that his true form will be revealed immediately. Without the Empire's luck bonus, they will become the most inconspicuous people in history, and then disappear into the long river of history, worse than death in one world.

Since there is a mutual purpose, and after Yuan Kewen presented such a big gift, Zhao Gao no longer played tricks, smiled, and wrote eight unclear words on the stone table in front of Yuan Kewen with tea:

"Handan toddler, like a gourd."

PS: I updated the version, and finally found the original registered phone that can log in normally.