"Ladies and gentlemen, go this way, King Wei is waiting in the side hall. The little eunuch said respectfully to Qin Lang and the others.

Now that Qin Lang's ruthless deeds have already spread throughout Kyoto, Mo said that the little emperor has no real power now, even if he has real power, he is afraid that as slaves, they will not dare to offend.

If you want to say that the most pitiful are these eunuchs.

At the time of Emperor Ling, there were still ten permanent servants who were all over the world, and Emperor Ling even called Zhang Rang his father, how long has it been, and there is no place for these eunuchs in the whole world.

The whole world is qualified to use eunuchs, and they are all prisoners of others at the moment, let alone them.

Therefore, they also know how to see the wind and rudder, and they also recognize the direction, knowing that at this moment, instead of shutting down with the master and the emperor, it is better to go to the king of Han.

Now, Qin Lang and the others, as guests of the King of Han, naturally dare not be presumptuous.

At this moment, a man wearing a golden crown appeared, and I saw this person pulling Qin Lang towards the side hall.

Qin Lang just wanted to have the power to resist, but he found that his strength was faintly restrained at this moment.

"Your Excellency?" Qin Lang didn't have time to speak, but he saw this person's face clearly at this moment, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Even if Qin Lang becomes a grandmaster at this moment, it is not vulgar, even if the Son of Heaven at this moment is a prisoner dragon, but he knows that the trapped dragon has no day to ascend to heaven. Although in the current situation, there is too little hope.

"Knock on Your Majesty. The other Jiuyao and the little eunuch immediately knelt down.

Don't look at Cao Cao's coercion of the Son of Heaven to order the princes at this moment, the power is in Cao Cao's hands, but ordinary people dare not underestimate this Son of Heaven at all.

Not to mention the few rebellions launched by the little emperor, let's just say that Cao Cao is here, who dares to bully the little emperor.

Emperor Xiedi is not only the basis for Cao Cao's great achievements, but also the husband of her beloved daughter. So, at least, there is still the face that should be there.

"You go to see King Wei first, and Qin Aiqing will come with me. With that, Emperor Xie pulled Qin Lang inside.

Qin Lang was a little at a loss, what did the little emperor want to do?

Just around a deserted corner, I saw the little emperor kneeling down in front of Qin Lang.

Qin Lang was stunned and hurriedly helped the little emperor up.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" Although he guessed the little emperor's thoughts, Qin Lang still couldn't help asking.

Emperor Xiedi shook his head: "My Han royal family is dying, and I ask Aiqing to save me." ”

"Your Majesty has an idea?" Cao Cao is not dead, Emperor Xie actually dared to find himself, I have to say that at this moment, Qin Lang also admires Emperor Xie's courage, in the end, he still underestimates Cao Cao.

"Aiqing has reached the level of an immortal, if Aiqing is willing to assist me and help me get out of the sea of suffering, he will set up Aiqing as a national teacher when I return to the true dragon. In Emperor Xie's opinion, in the eyes of all immortals, what is valued is nothing more than inheritance, so he said so.

Emperor Xie pointed to the chair next to him and asked Qin Lang to sit down, and Qin Lang thanked him and sat down.

After Qin Lang sat down, Emperor Xiedi spoke again, "Aiqing, don't call me Your Majesty, I also know that this country is about to change hands." The thoughts of this prime minister are already well known to everyone! I also know that I, the emperor, should be the country that our Liu family has beaten down, and I am already sorry for my ancestors! It's just that the people of this dawn, the people of the world, destroy a dynasty, and rejuvenate a dynasty, and they are the ones who suffer. I know that after Gongzi Lang was the son of Fusu, all the Confucians in the world owe you a favor, and your martial arts are world-famous, that is, you have won the hearts of the people. Now there is no one else who can save this dying dynasty except you!"

Emperor Xie's words lifted Qin Lang to the clouds. After Emperor Xie's words were finished, he stared at Qin Lang, as if as long as this Qin Lang could respond, the dynasty would be radiant and have new hope. Qin Lang was stared at by him, and it was not easy to reject him directly, and he thought for a long time before answering, "Who am I, Qin Lang, who is worthy of your praise, but I can't control this anger for a few days." I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the emperor, and the brothers are still waiting for me, so I will take the first step to retire. ”

With that, Qin Lang walked out the door. I only heard a helpless voice from Emperor Xie's back, "Aiqing." ”

On the way to Caofu, Qin Lang thought a lot.

If you don't win the hearts of the people, you have already lost the world. The establishment of a dynasty is based on the will of the people, and when the foundation disappears, the wood on it will fall one by one, how can the pyramid of power not be destroyed in one fell swoop? There is no eternal dynasty, and the nuggets of gold will still be corroded by time, how can there be something eternal? Not to mention the power of such a thing as the hearts of the people. There are thousands of poisonous insects in this world, but which one of them is so poisonous that it is so poisonous that it is so poisonous that it is beyond people's hearts? Once upon a time, the world was not surnamed Liu, and of course it was not surnamed Cao, but the world of his Qin people!

There was a troupe performing haiku on the street, and the funny trick attracted a large crowd of spectators. The country is about to die, and the sadness of the country changing hands has not touched the people here. No matter which dynasty it is, for ordinary people, as long as they can keep these two acres of land, have a mouthful of food, and have a house of children, it is enough, enough. It's just mediocre kings, ambitious officials, and foreign enemies who are waiting for their time outside the borders to pull these people down again and again. In the battle for power, there is only life and death. Qin II, who was mediocre and greedy for pleasure and spoiled, was finally forced to be helpless and draw his sword to kill himself. Back then, the embattled overlord of Western Chu killed himself after Yu Ji.

Now that Qin Lang has experienced so much, he has also seen a lot, and he is no longer the ignorant young man who has just entered the rivers and lakes.

And on the side of Cao Mansion, Cao Zhi is preparing for a big event.

In the room, a row of Confucian scholars were kneeling neatly in front of Cao Zhi's table. Cao Zhi picked up the tea bowl, took a sip first, and then spoke unhurriedly, "Do you know what I invited you to do?"

"Forgive you for being stupid, you really can't guess your mind. ”

"Stupid?" Cao Zhi hooked the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, he casually threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, the tea bowl fell on the ground, and the slightly warm tea splashed on the faces of the few Confucian students in front of him, so frightened that their bodies trembled, but they didn't dare to make a move.

"I'm going to force the palace tonight, I need the help of all the adults, I wonder if the adults are willing to help me?" As soon as Cao Zhi's words came out, although the Confucian scholars were nerds who could only read, they also understood what Cao Zhi meant, looking at this situation, Cao Zhi had already told them such an important matter. It shows that they can't go back to their respective homes today. If anyone dares to be disobedient or not help Cao Zhi with all his might, Cao Zhi's plan to force the palace tonight will fail. Then it's not that they can't go home today, it's tomorrow'er, don't even think about going back in this life, let's see you directly in Huangquan! The Confucian scholars trembled and replied to Cao Zhi in unison, "If the adults need the villain for anything, the villain must do his best, go all out, and be willing to be the adult's cattle and horses." ”

Cao Zhi also stretched his brows for a while when he saw the obedient appearance of the Confucian students, and said with a smile, "Then there is such a serious thing as doing cattle and horses, okay, okay, everyone, please get up, since you said so, then we are already grasshoppers on the same boat." I just need you to help me write a blood letter to help me force the palace. Considering that you adults may be afraid of pain and can't bite down, No, I have prepared all the sharp tools used to cut your hands from the broken tea bowl pieces over there. Cao Zhi glanced at the debris on the ground.

When the Confucian scholars heard him say this, the burden on their bodies did not increase a little, but increased a little. Since ancient times, Confucianism has not been soft and weak, and only mentioned the disciple who can use the pen. This made it too difficult for them to make up the Confucian students, who did not even dare to kill chickens, to bite their fingers and write a bloody book, which thing was not such a big thing as killing their wives and humiliating their mothers? This blank space made it too difficult for them to make it up, and they had nothing to write even if they racked their brains. There are also Confucian scholars who casually thought of something and were ready to start writing, but they had already put their hands between their teeth and bit down hard, but there was no blood.

Cao Zhi saw that they were all so embarrassed, and couldn't help but make trouble. This is also what he was not prepared for before, who would have thought that this group of Confucian students would be so weak?" "Okay, okay, put down your hands, you will have your teeth broken later, and the bones of your hands will be broken and you won't see blood, it will really become a joke!" Cao Zhi's eyebrows, which had finally stretched out, wrinkled again, "Come on, bring a few buckets of chicken blood." ”

After a while, a few servants brought in several buckets of chicken blood, and for a while the house was stinky. Even if the Confucian scholars frowned and endured the nausea in their stomachs, no one dared to complain. Each took a pen dipped in chicken blood and wrote the blood book that was about to be used to force the palace.

Who would have thought that the last history of the Han Dynasty, which was once infinitely beautiful, was written by a few Confucian scholars with a brush dipped in chicken blood? Life is like a play, and everything is impermanent.

The sun was setting from the sky, and darkness was spreading from the corners. This is the last darkness that belongs to this dynasty, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.