The common people who watched the beheading also came one after another, forming many circles far below the dirt slope, and these so-called ordinary people were placed anywhere else in the empire, which was the identity of the official lord or the noble lord, but at the foot of the Son of Heaven, they could only push each other like civilians anyway, to see a "lively" that was not lively. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yinchen noticed that among these people, many people are holding paper bridges, paper horses, paper sedan chairs, and even holding wreaths, although everyone's clothes are relatively bright, but almost all of them have a black yarn rolled on their arms, although the people are noisy, but there is no joy emanating from them, listening to their voices, and even a little sad and terrifying feeling, Yinchen saw this, not only did his heart sink, he did not expect that a person who insulted the rotten and stinky literati as his career, took the current politics as his life, and was prodigal, arrogant and arrogant, could have such a terrible popularity among a group of lower nobles and petty bureaucrats, so that these people disregarded the face of the Son of Heaven, the feelings of the post-party, spontaneously organized, and used these funeral items to express their silent anger at Yin Shanluan's death. "Doesn't it mean that at this time, the Hou Party is in charge of the government and cynicism? Where do these people get the backbone?" Yinchen asked himself, there was no answer, he looked at the crowd below, looked at the black veil in his eyes, and roughly estimated that there were no less than tens of thousands of people, this is just Pershing, it is Kyoto, looking at the whole country, such a number, I am only afraid of ......

Silver Dust didn't dare to think about it anymore, he felt that this was the real terrible public opinion, this is a force that no one can resist except magicians, of course, even if it is a magician, they can only fight against the public opinion on the colonization planet, Mother Earth, that is, the public opinion of Gabroyle's world, in fact, no one dares to disobey.

Public opinion, this kind of nihilistic thing, is far more terrible than any military force, because the power of military power is limited after all, and the power of public opinion will never end. Yesterday he also boasted about Haikou and told Zhao Lingfeng how important public opinion is to the study of war mobilization and to those in high positions, and today he himself has faced this kind of thing. Yinchen was very worried, in case the resentment of the people below boiled to a certain extent, if it was fanned and used, it would definitely be a riot that could not be suppressed at all.

The sun rose a little, but there was a fierce pressure in the air, and the military-level wind squeezed in from all directions. The True King and his son both raised their eyes in some surprise, while Lord Chongwang stood up directly in a little panic. Only the king smoked his cigarette pouch slowly, looking like an old god was there. After a while, the people below also began to commotion, people pushed and even trampled to retreat, a group of gold-armored forbidden troops from the eight directions Yu Xuan rushed over, hula scattered, a military iron crossbow and a huge meniscus longbow, the execution ground was completely blocked, the archers were in front, and the forbidden army infantry wearing heavy chain mail, carrying tower shields and spears, appeared behind the archers, the pace was strict, the advance and retreat were orderly, and they actually maintained some kind of huge military momentum when they came on the field.

The military-level Gangfeng exuded a heavy pressure, and many frail people were a little unbearable, and they had such and such uncomfortable symptoms, and then from those archers, a few military doctors rushed out to treat these people with official rank or noble status, but they were not as indifferent and ruthless as Yinchen imagined. Yinchen looked at these and shook his head, he knew that those military doctors had to be like this, at this juncture today, if he didn't want to find a way to ease the people's feelings, the story of the water being able to carry a boat and capsizing a boat was not just a story!

After a while, the rumbling chariots actually sounded, forty chariots appeared on the outskirts of the crowd, and Silver Dust rushed to the wooden railing, a pair of eyes staring at the wooden chariots, he was not looking at the chariots, he was looking at the red-coated cannons on the chariots.

"Sir, is there any problem?" Zhao Lingfeng couldn't help but ask when he saw Yinchen's actions. His tone sounded cold and slow, but he was actually careful not to let his tone become too casual, he knew what role he was playing at the moment.

"Is this the red-clad cannon?" asked Silverdust softly.

"No, it's Shenwei Yonggu General Cannon, the muzzle is only more than two inches, and the red-coated cannon needs a three-inch muzzle, in fact, it is a kind of inferior artillery, the power is much smaller than the red-coated cannon, but the weight is not necessarily much lighter, the only advantage is probably that it is easy to cast. Do you think there is anything merit in it, sir?"

"No, a mass of garbage. The overall casting of such a large cannon, judging from the metallurgical process of the current era, must have a lot of bubbles, full of impurities and cracks, and the stiffness of the metal must not go up. And there is a problem with its design, the fixed wooden shelf, without any circumferential and yang angle shooting boundary, can not be adjusted, in the rapidly changing battlefield, this is almost a fatal flaw...... By the way, how is its rifling, if it is a manual boring machine, then the defective rate is not ......"

"What rifling?" Zhao Lingfeng looked confused.

Yinchen held his forehead: "It's over, I don't even have rifling, I know with my ass that this thing is not even fixed gunpowder, let alone a tail stabilizing grenade, can this weapon be of any other use than bullying miscellaneous soldiers?"

Zhao Lingfeng shook his head, and at the same time lowered his voice and said: "Sir, I won't tell you, this Shenwei Yonggu General Cannon is placed there to deter Xiaoxiao, and it can't even deal with cavalry." ”

"You can see it. Yinchen snorted coldly, Shi Shiran turned around, and didn't look at it anymore, what can you do with cannons? Forty cannons can only deal with a few hundred people in a salvo, if you organize tens of thousands of people below, it is really a force that no one can resist except for the puppets of the puppet sect.

At the same time, the footsteps of many people were heard above his head, as well as the voice of a rooster:

"The emperor has arrived!"

This time it's terrible, people on the third and fourth floors have to run to kneel to welcome the Spirit Emperor, although Yinchen is unwilling to kneel, but in this world, he has to follow the customs, otherwise he will really be recognized as a madman. Yinchen originally followed behind Zhao Lingfeng, cautious, but God knows what kind of wind the Spirit Emperor smoked, and directly stretched out his hand and pointed: "You, come here, don't keep following Zhao Guangyi, good people have been affected into a lump of wood!" When he said this, Yinchen hurriedly thanked him first, and then went to the Linghuang in the eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred, and then was sent down by the Linghuang, and finally sat in front of the scholars of the Hanlin Academy aggrievedly, as if the head teacher was watching a movie with a group of primary school students. Zhao Lingfeng watched his uncle do this, he just clenched his fists and forced himself not to have a seizure, but Zhao Guangyi was still submissive at the moment, and seemed to have completely lost his spirit, but in fact, he was scolding the imperial brother in his heart for being stupid.

"Holy Weapon Forger, you can also buy it?Mr. Silver Dust can brave the Storm Pavilion for this seat, what can he do for you?Hey!" Zhao Guangyi, who has experienced countless ups and downs, is not comparable to the fledgling Zhao Lingfeng. Zhao Guangyi knows very well that Yinchen is a person, that is really a guy who can commit all the crimes in heaven and earth for the people around him, not something that money, power, and beauty can lure and corrupt, of course, it is impossible to be succumbed to any threat, and if you want to draw him to your side, it is not something that can be done by making a show and saying a few words! Zhao Guangyi felt that there might be a bit of collusion of interests between Yinchen and himself, but between him and Zhao Lingfeng, it was completely a brotherhood of two ribs and a knife, if he wasn't that kind of person, could he become a brother with Wan Jianxin!

Thinking of this, Zhao Guangyi hurriedly patted Zhao Lingfeng's back lightly, allowing Zhao Lingfeng to relax. Emperor Ling sat on the dragon chair on the fourth floor of the highest, and said a few words indifferently, nothing more than taking the negative teaching material of Yin Shanluan's "degeneration" to warn everyone to be loyal to themselves, from beginning to end, he did not say a word of patriotism, only said that he wanted to be loyal to the monarch, as if the loyal monarch could complete his merits, go down in history, and become the right path in the world. Yinchen listened quietly, with only a faint sadness in his heart, any country, if the cabinet ministers do not have the concept of patriotism in their hearts, this country can actually die.

He clearly felt that Pershing City, which was as prosperous as a modern city, was just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and perhaps in the near future, it would become a ruin under the attack of the northerners.

He thought of the Heavenly Sword Pass Fortress that had almost no defensive ability.

He quickly shook his head, expelling the emperor who never mentioned patriotism from his brain along with the undoubted public opinion below, he could not imagine, he could not speculate, where the unpatriotic emperor and the backbone of the people would take the country. These two very different wills were as incompatible in his mind as light and darkness, and he could not allow his mind to become a battlefield of two wills.

At this moment, the host of this cruel feast finally arrived, he was Mr. Prison Horse who had been mysteriously attracting speculation from all directions, and the criminal department Shangshu Ma Debi. This gentleman is one of the representatives of today's cynicism, according to legend, a certain lover of Concubine Linghua, Kong Hongkai's rival, at the same time, is also a promoter of cool official culture, he invented the punishment of the wooden donkey that is rare in this world, improved the dipping pig cage, and recently invented the fish scale, which is considered to have contributed many appalling cruel means to the dictatorship of the post-party, this gentleman is not only surnamed Ma, but also born with a very chic horse face, a face of unfading pimples, flushed face, black eyes with green, a long hair scattered down, only on the top of a small crown, it is considered to indicate his identity, the criminal department of Shangshu。 He is very low-key on weekdays, only wears a dark green robe and a red horse coat when he goes out, and never brings weapons to the street. With such a big scene today, he naturally brought the four of them out together.

Ma Debi is said to be introverted and unapproachable, of course, Yinchen heard from Zhao Guangyi that the evaluation is that he recognizes money and does not recognize people, and the book of the criminal department is not a fat shortage, but since he took office, this position has become a money collection machine for the imperial court, and the private confession to the emperor and queen Ling Hua Concubine every year is more than the salt road railway or even the customs road, so it is valued by Ling Hua Fei, and the pillow wind blows, so he naturally becomes a rare minister who can govern the country. At this moment, he first came to the fourth layer to kowtow to the emperor, and then went down to the third layer to preside over the overall situation.

After him, Master Ding Mao, who served as the deputy supervisor, and Master Shuanglan also came to kowtow. These two people are both from Buddhism, of course, they can't belong to Hanshan Temple, but they should be disciples of some demonic or even evil Buddhism. Uncle Ding Mao didn't say anything, there was not much difference between him and Yinchen when they saw him in the Storm Pavilion, but he was more cautious, and he still had that mourning stick. After kowtowing, the master made a group of flowers around slightly, which is regarded as a little connection, please give him a thin face, he looked at Yinchen, and glanced at Yinchen, but there was no strange look, and even nodded at him kindly, obviously he had heard that this new lecturer was deeply loved by the emperor. Yinchen smiled at him kindly, although a Hanlin Academy lecture and a large internal martial artist did not have any intersection, but the connections, it is better to have than nothing.

Master Shuanglan is the same as Master Ding Mao, both of whom are masters of the Imperial Palace, equivalent to a senior bodyguard, Master Shuanglan is kind and kind-eyed, and when he salutes, he also "Amitabha" is called the Buddha, the image of a Buddhist monk, and the breath on his body is a pure Buddhist breath, without any impurities, and he does not look like a person in the devil's way from any point of view. He was dressed in a pale yellow Buddhist robe, did not wear a robe, did not hold a Zen staff, but hung a pair of iron gossip around his waist. Yinchen took a closer look at this peerless master of the Jindan realm, and actually felt that he didn't seem to be a bad person at all, but the question was, how could an upright person who cultivated Buddhism's divine skills go to be a thug for the emperor?

After these two people went down, the people who came up made Yinchen a little nervous. White-clothed Shengxue, dignified in appearance, and under the black hair that was supple and scattered, there was a face that could be called a country and a city, although Yinchen knew that a country and a city were not a word used to describe men, but when he saw this person, he could only use this word to describe it.

Pale pink eyes, pale pink lips, and even blown-out skin all have a faint pink. The person who followed the Master of the Twin Lights to supervise the beheading, and even the forty-year-old man who was considered to be the "real warden and beheader", appeared in front of the unprepared Silver Dust in this way. His pure white robe, it seems to be very simple, almost no decoration, but the texture of the robe, the precious ice silkworm silk, is definitely not worn by ordinary rich people, and his wealth is concentrated on the gorgeous and unusual belt around his waist, the belt is made of gold leaf layer by layer repeatedly superimposed and pressed, each layer of gold leaf is engraved with exquisite and complex patterns, the clouds are the bottom, the blue grass is in the center, the bamboo is the top, the golden light is shining, dazzling very, on the belt, there is a two-foot-long golden sword, no matter the hilt, scabbard, swallow, all are made of gold, by the sun, it is simply dazzling, On the golden sword, a blue-green light occasionally flashed, exuding a distorted aura of justice, and those who knew the goods knew at a glance that it was actually a high-grade mysterious weapon.