"What do you think is a king?"

This is indeed a question that the little emperor has been wondering about to this day.

The benevolence, righteousness and morality mentioned in the Four Books and Five Classics are monarchs, emphasizing benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and faith, among which benevolence is the head.

But when I was young, every time my father returned to the palace, he would always be sad. It seems that what you think about is not a matter of "benevolence". What he is facing is not the world of sainthood and benevolence as the ancient sages say, he needs to consider the whole world.

Has this year's annual tribute been raised, when will the Khitan in the north go south, will the tribes in southern Xinjiang be dissatisfied, and how should the relationship with leaf making be handled...... I think about this all day long.

When his father died, he put on the yellow robe and sat on the golden dragon throne that he had always longed for, but everything was different.

What is the way of the king, and what is the way of the king?

"Benevolence, hegemony, or something else?" the emperor asked Zhao Wu'an seriously, "What do you think of as a monarch?" and the person behind you, Garan An Xulie, what does he think of as a monarch?"

At the beginning of this year, he received a secret report that Dailou Duyun would join forces with Jialan Anxulie to launch a rebellion in Miaojiang.

As an emperor, he can't sit idly by, but he made a move that shocked many powerful ministers - Weifu went to Miao and personally dealt with the rebellion.

When Duyun disappeared and could not be found, he retreated and sent someone to assassinate "Garan Anxulie" by the stream, and then returned to Bianliang.

And the white-clothed layman in front of him apparently survived his assassination by some kind of astonishing will.

However, with the death of his henchman Rong Xingsha, now he also knows that this person is not the legendary and cunning second prince of Ye Making, but a dead soul who is lingering in the world under his name.

Such a person, however, endured the pain of being devoured by a hundred insects, and walked to the emperor's royal car with great difficulty, and asked him what the king's way was.

"Do you think I haven't been able to govern the world?"

"No...... Not so......"

Zhao Wu'an said with difficulty, the sweat on his forehead rolling down one by one.

"The so-called king...... At the very least, we must win the trust of the people......"

Despite his best efforts, his voice remained hoarse and low, barely audible.

Garan Anchulie did die righteously, and King Valan did die unjustly.

But it doesn't matter. The emperor's mental tricks are not enough for outsiders, and Zhao Wu'an definitely has to deny these things.

Garan Anxulie once said that he wanted to make the world unsafe, but in the end, he died for the lives of the people of the world.

When he said the words "There is no peace in the world", it was to protect the people who made leaves. And when he died awe-inspiring outside the gate, it was for the sake of all beings in the two dynasties.

"The foundation of the body, the beginning of the king's ......"

Zhao Wu'an word by word.

"Shouldn't it be the word 'sincerity'?"

The Emperor froze.

"What did you say?"

"Regardless of the common people, generals, friends and foes, treat them with sincerity, this is the way of kings. Zhao Wu'an said with difficulty, sweat dripping down.

"Treat others with sincerity, but also treat yourself with sincerity. It is clear that there is no one in the world who is incapable of being higher than himself, so why do you still have to live a restless life and look forward to the future?" Zhao Wu'an asked slowly.

No one can answer this question.

The Young Emperor frowned, thought for a long time, and raised his eyebrows slowly but clearly.

"I see. You want me to admit that the Emperor mistakenly killed Garan Anxulie. I want these two dynasties to know his sacrifice and dedication.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. I may be able to change the preface, but it is about the first emperor, how can I save the face of the first emperor?"

Zhao Wu'an gritted his teeth, his eyes were about to split, and his hands holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

"When the world is meritorious, I have my own considerations. The art of the emperor, why do you need to let your little people talk a lot. ”

Before the words fell, another poignant question sounded.

"Then what about Yuhang Meng Qianlei!? Why arrest the innocent and put them in prison, but let the culprits go unpunished!?"

The Young Emperor was suddenly taken aback: "What are you talking about!"

Just after the morning today, a little servant rode straight into the imperial city and reported the matter to him. It's only been less than half a day, and there is another person who is not afraid of death, and he mentioned this in front of his eyes.

Zhao Wu'an was silent, but raised the double sword in his hand.

The emperor was annoyed and angry, "Kill him!"

The black-clothed guards responded in unison, and the first four of them drew their swords together and killed Zhao Wu'an.

Outside the temple gate, Han toasted in full swing, Zhao Wu'an's sea of qi was dry and nothing, and he could stand until this time, it was already the end of the crossbow, and how could he take the attack of the four royal guards at the same time.

The sword flashed coldly, and it rushed straight in front of Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an wanted to desperately throw out the Bodhisattva Barbarian Su Mushu double sword in his hand, but found that his arm was no longer obedient. Every inch of flesh and bone in the whole body is like being cooked in oil, and it hurts and cracks.

At the last moment, in mid-air, an ink blot flashed.

The blades of the four Imperial City guards broke for a moment, and all four of them seemed to have been kicked in the air, and instantly flew out upside down, crashing into a row of human flesh pads behind.

And Zhao Wu'an stood in place unscathed. The four Praetorian guards who had been repelled came back to their senses, only to find that none of them were injured.

The guards looked at each other, unaware of what was happening.

Zhao Wuxin sighed secretly and said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency won't kill me this time?"

"If it weren't for the purple qi on your body that conceals the form of a true dragon, I naturally wouldn't have killed you, and now I don't even have the slightest interest in making a move with you. ”

In mid-air, an inky robe flipped over. When he came back to his senses, there was already a middle-aged man, holding a long hair, kneeling in front of the emperor.

"Your Majesty is in distress, Minister Ouyang Ze is here, and it is too late to save him. ”

This person who arrived at the last moment and saved Zhao Wu'an was actually Ouyang Zelai, the "Wensheng Pen" who was still in Huaixing Pavilion a few days ago and vowed to take his life.

The emperor glared at each other and said angrily: "It's clear that you broke the sword of the forbidden army!"

"I have no choice but to make this decision, and I hope that Your Majesty will have a large amount. Ouyang Zelai said unhurriedly, "If you kill this son at this time, wouldn't you let Rong Qing die in vain? Moreover, people in the world will also blame Your Majesty for going back on his word because of this, which is not beneficial." ”

The emperor's face was like frost: "What does Ouyang Qing mean, do you mean to protect this Zhao Wu'an?"

Ouyang Zelai shook his robe, straightened up, and said with a warm smile: "This matter, you might as well wait until that pseudo-dragon is cured." ”

After that, as soon as the Wen Shengbi danced in the air, he drew an ink dragon and rushed towards the gate of the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Over there, Han Zhujiu was in full swing, and when he saw Ouyang Ze coming to join the battle, he was not afraid at all, but instead laughed loudly and said: "Say I'm a pseudo-dragon?

The ink dragon roared wildly and was dodged sideways by Han Toast. Ouyang Zelai joined the battle array with the holy pen of Wen.

With help, Han Jiege played a lot more openly. Immediately, with a swing of the blade, his body jumped straight out, and he pressed towards Han Zhujiu.

Han Zhu's purple qi rose sharply, and he did not advance but retreated, and fought with Han Jige.

The dark iron lamp pole and the cold blade were endlessly slashed, and Wen Shengbi was waiting for the opportunity to move, constantly blessing the qi machine to suppress.

"Our words are never wrong. The Silent Array only traps the real dragon, not the pseudo-dragon. In this world, there is only one real dragon. ”

"Then why have you trapped me for the past twenty years?" Han Zhujiu asked heartbreakingly.

Han Jige sighed: "How could we have really trapped you for twenty years." ”

Han Zhujiu was stunned. The kung fu in his hand suddenly showed a flaw that was not big or small.

Han Jiege's eyes were quick, and he hurriedly handed the blade away, and Ouyang Zelai even hid from the side at the same time, overflowing with murderous intent.

Fortunately, Han Zhujiu reacted in time, shook his hand, and weaved a strong momentum, and at the same time, his body retreated a few feet, out of the attack range of the two.

"Impossible! In the past twenty years, I have never given up for a moment to break through the Silent Formation, but every time the three of you do everything possible to suppress me! The qi barrier formed by the strength of the three of you is worth a thousand pounds, and you still say that you haven't trapped me!"

"It's not you who we're sleepy. Ouyang Zelai said lightly, "It's the real dragon energy in you." Hand over the dragon energy, and you will be free. ”

Han Zhujiu smiled and said, "Don't think about it, even if you join forces to kill me here, don't think that I will let go of this true dragon purple qi! What can that yellow-haired boy do, the emperor should also be my Han family's turn to do it!"

Han Jige sighed: "You are really obsessed. ”

"Don't argue with him. Ouyang Ze said, "As early as the night when the gas engine was stolen, Han Zhujiu didn't plan to turn back. It's just that you've suffered all these years, and you can't even get a free body. ”

Han Jige was silent, but wrapped the long knife in his hand with gauze again.

In front of the door of the Great Xiangguo Temple, two hidden first-class masters put down all the contempt and suspicion on weekdays and fought side by side.

Even if Han Zhujiu has the blessing of a true dragon qi, it is difficult to defeat two enemies after all, and he can't help but retreat.

Behind the slightly empty temple gate, the emperor sighed slowly.

"Seeing this scene, do you still want to ask, what is the way of the king?"

Zhao Wu'an's eyes were still puzzled.

"I can understand that you care about that prince and feel sorry for all his efforts, but not every emperor is like Garan Anxulie. Rather, although I yearn for it, I can't reach it. ”

The voice of the young emperor was quite rare with a trace of warmth.

"If you don't mind, I can show you the very center of this dynasty. Right now, there's someone like you waiting. ”

Zhao Wu'an grinned bitterly and said, "Su Qinghe?"

The emperor was stunned, and a teasing smile appeared in his eyes: "It turns out that you already know each other, no wonder ......"

Zhao Wu'an couldn't say much because of the pain, and the emperor obviously knew this and didn't continue.

He paused, then said earnestly, "I want you to understand that everything I have done, like Garan Anxulie, is for the sake of the common people of the world. ”

Zhao Wu'an frowned.

"You said that you are sincere, but I don't agree. ”

"Li Min's life is the king, and the king's heart is the common people. ”

"This is the royal way of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is also the royal road of me. ”