"People?"
Prince Feng frowned slightly.
He thought that Hanchang Palace would start with the national destiny, military power, local destiny, Qianlong, martial arts sects, etc., but he did not expect that he suddenly mentioned the people.
"I have lived in Fengdu for forty-three years..."
Han Changgong walked to King Feng's side, held on to the railing, and said calmly:
"Sanniang from Qianjie Street often brings some vegetables to Qin Tianjian. She likes to sing, but her singing is a bit ugly. I never like to listen to it... Niu Er is a rogue but the most filial to my mother. In order to provide my mother with He heals diseases and sells himself into slavery. A tall and powerful man spends all day lying down and being a coward...
Mrs. Li has lived for more than sixty years and has many descendants. She loves to gossip. Although she is foul-mouthed, she is easy to get along with... Zhang Dayong, who served as a soldier for several years, returned with a broken leg. , I have been working hard all my life, and I didn’t get married until I was 40. Last year, I got a fat boy...
Zhao Da, a man who sells steamed buns, runs around every day to support his family. He also likes to send some steamed buns to his neighbors who are in need...
They have no abilities, not to mention martial arts, and some have no skills at all, but they still work hard to live..."
Prince Feng listened quietly.
He has never been exposed to these. Even if he was an unpleasant prince decades ago, he was a big shot that ordinary people could not reach.
In the past, when I toured various states, I had never had any contact with real ordinary people.
Listen, he found it interesting.
Han Changgong's expression was filled with sadness.
With the power of gazing, he has seen far more deaths than anyone else in the world, and he has seen too many tragic disasters.
However, seeing too much does not mean being numb.
For more than two years, when he actually saw people walking on the long street and people dying, he was still touched in his heart.
There are traces of people's destiny, just like the trajectory of the sun and the moon, and the changes in the stars. However, it can be seen, but it cannot be changed by fingering. He can deduce the destiny of the country, but he cannot change the fate of millions of people out of thin air.
Han Changgong turned to look at Prince Feng, calmly and indifferently:
"They are also living people. Your Majesty, have you ever asked them for their opinions..."
"Hanchang Palace."
Prince Feng shook his head slightly, his expression a little cold:
"What do you want to say?"
"Everyone has Qi, and when they gather together, they become lucky. The destiny of the country is the gathering of tens of thousands of people. The turmoil of the destiny of the country is closely related to everyone..."
Han Changgong suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up like stars:
"I want to ask the king, before you do anything with their lives, have you asked them? Are they willing?"
There seemed to be a sudden violent wind on the observation deck, and the aftermath seemed to be echoing throughout the huge royal city.
Under the observation deck, an unknown number of soldiers came in a hurry, but were blocked by Yutian.
Huhu~~~
In the strong wind, King Feng was dressed in hunting clothes. Looking at Hanchang Palace, which was very close at hand, his face suddenly darkened:
"Are you questioning me?!"
His breath suddenly dropped, and Han Changgong regained his composure: "Forget it."
"Then I'll tell you!"
Prince Feng's clothes were lifted up, his eyes seemed to be lit up with light, but his voice was extremely indifferent:
"The wishes of the weak are never cared about, whether it is in Dafeng, Golden Wolf Country, Dayan, or other countries, whether it is now or in the past..."
“Dafeng’s tens of thousands of people have asked them one by one, can you do it?”
Finally, Prince Feng’s tone calmed down:
"Han Qing, why not sacrifice for a moment in exchange for eternal peace?"
"Eternal peace..."
Han Changgong lowered his eyes.
Apart from heaven and earth itself, what else is eternity?
The sun and the moon are still waxing and waning, and the mountains and rivers will change. What confidence does King Feng have? Why are you so confident?
"Yes, eternal peace..."
Prince Feng smiled faintly and looked at Hanchang Palace with very sincere eyes:
"So what if there is a catastrophe or catastrophe? If this succeeds, the dynasty will be destroyed and a few people can rebuild it. In the future, there will be no disobedient people in the world, there will be no martial arts that bring harm to the country, and there will be no madmen who disrupt the law.
Why not exchange a temporary disaster for peace for tens of millions of years in the future? How can it not be beautiful? "
Since ancient times, even when the dynasty was at its peak, the founding king could not really conquer the world while the founding king was still alive. The noble families and martial arts sects were the most serious problems in the hearts of countless kings in the past dynasties, and they could never be solved.
Even if a wise king appears in the dynasty and can dominate for a lifetime, at worst he will remain dormant and will emerge later.
Still unable to truly convince Wulin.
It is because of the existence of divine veins.
Not only can one man form an army with the Divine Vein, but his lifespan can be as long as three hundred years. There have been kings in history who have achieved the Divine Vein, but even after three hundred years of oppression, the world has not changed.
Because of this, Taizu Dafeng sealed the Dragon King Armor.
It is to use the power of heaven, man and magic weapons to suppress the martial arts and intimidate the world!
The completely refined divine weapons will become the magical weapons passed down from generation to generation in Dafeng, but the masters of the weapons are not unique from generation to generation. From generation to generation, King Feng is in charge of the strongest military force and the strongest country in the world.
He will surely become the lord of the boundless earth. No one dares to disobey the king’s orders!
"If a person lives for a hundred years, his divine veins are only three hundred years old. How can he talk about tens of thousands of years?"
Hanchang Palace was unmoved.
He is proficient in the art of looking at Qi. Although he cannot hope for the Qi of King Feng under the fate of the country, since ancient times, kings who have lost their country have never had a good death. How can it be easy to make a comeback?
If the gains and losses of the moment are not preserved, how can we talk about tens of thousands of years, and how can we talk about eternity?
"Han Qing, can't you trust me again?"
When Prince Feng heard this, a hint of desolation appeared on his face: "Just like back then, I believed in you..."
Han Changgong looked a little moved and sighed again:
"The king only said that back then, but now he doesn't believe Hanchang Palace..."
King Feng was silent.
On the observation deck, there was a moment of calm.
In the distance, Yutian looked at the two people on the viewing platform and was also frightened.
He had never seen King Feng be so tolerant to anyone. Hanchang Palace's status in King Feng's heart was higher than he imagined.
"That's it, that's all."
After a long silence, Prince Feng sighed and spoke first.
He glanced at Hanchang Palace, then turned to look at Fengdu City in the night:
"You stepped down as the supervisor of Qintian and traveled around the world. It is not in vain that you and I have been friends with each other for decades..."
"The king has murderous intentions towards his ministers?"
Han Changgong held the handrail with a calm expression:
"But the king has forgotten what kind of person Han Changgong is...Han Changgong was born in a commoner family. He has seen a lot of suffering in the world, but he does not admire wealth and glory. Naturally, he is not afraid of life and death... ..."
"you!"
Prince Feng's pupils shrank, and something bad arose in his heart.
Immediately, a hand reached out and clasped Han Changgong's shoulder firmly: "What do you want to do?"
He had a deep understanding of Hanchang Palace, and he immediately realized something was wrong.
With a strong breath, he controlled Han Changgong with a snap of his fingers, but it was also because Han Changgong had no idea of resistance at all.
"Is Hanchang Palace the person who assassinates the king and kills the driver?"
Let King Feng lock his shoulders and restrain himself, Hanchang Palace pointed at Fengdu City in red under the red moon:
"Your Majesty doesn't care about the soldiers and civilians in this city, so let's bring the goods back to the people and save Dafeng's last breath!"
Click!
King Feng crushed Han Changgong's shoulder bone in one stroke, and his expression changed suddenly.
Then an earth-shattering explosion was heard.
Boom!
With a casual finger from Hanchang Palace, thousands of auras seemed to rise in Fengdu City in the night.
The rays of light may be red and white, or yellow and gray, or they may be connected to each other, or they may rise alone.
In just a moment, it seemed to light up the world!
King Feng's expression changed wildly, and he saw that the rays of light intertwined criss-cross, seeming to form an extremely complex three-dimensional network that seemed to wrap up the entire Fengdu City!
Looking down from the top, it looks like the head of a giant dragon rising to the sky!
However, in the eyes of many soldiers under the viewing platform, they saw King Feng suddenly take action in a rage, crushing Han Changgong's shoulders, grabbing his neck, and lifting him high.
Han Changgong, who had divine veins, did not resist at all.
But the light that crisscrosses the entire night sky is completely invisible.
Yutian, on the other hand, also suddenly changed his expression and rushed into the observation deck.
"what are you up to?!!"
King Feng strangled Han Changgong's neck, and his powerful true energy soared hundreds of feet into the sky like smoke, stirring up the clouds in the night sky.
He was not proficient in Feng Shui and luck, but this scene made him feel that something was very wrong!
"Ahem..."
Han Changgong couldn't breathe smoothly and let out intermittent laughter:
"Your Majesty, you can kill me, but I will not hurt you... The destiny of the country has been scattered among the many soldiers and civilians in the city. From then on, if the city is broken and people die, the country will be broken, and if the city is strong and people are alive, the country will be broken. The country is here!
Unless all the soldiers and civilians in a city are wiped out, no one can stop my great fortune, even if...
It's you! "
"Hanchang Palace!"
Prince Feng's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and unprecedented murderous intent suddenly filled his heart:
"Stop, stop this!!!"
"Ahem..."
Han Changgong looked up at the gorgeous network of luck, with a smile on his face:
"That's too late......"
Roar~~~
Before he finished speaking, he heard a substantial sound of dragon roar exploding in the hearts of King Feng and all the people in Fengdu City whose divine will was powerful enough to sense changes in luck!
I saw that huge dragon of luck rising up to the sky and roaring, as if it was spitting out something.
The next moment, the mighty dragon-like flow of national destiny reversed course!
From the royal city, spread to the whole city!
"What happened? The weather changed..."
"Could it be that the divine veins are attacking?"
"Changes in qi, is that...the destiny of the country?"
In the entire Fengdu City, all the masters who could feel the changes in Qi were awakened by it.
"what happened......."
In Qintian Prison, Huang Fu woke up with horror.
He jumped out of the room, climbed to the top of the building, and looked up at the sky, his expression changing wildly:
"The Dragon Head of Luck? Who, who, actually shook the fate of Dafeng's country???"
Luck is elusive and cannot be manipulated by human beings. Even if you can lift mountains, you will never be able to shake luck, because a person's luck is like fate, and the fate of a country is even better like the fate of a country!
"So spectacular..."
On the eaves of a restaurant, An Qisheng was sitting sideways drinking. Seeing the huge dragon head intertwined with the weather, he couldn't help but admire:
"What a Hanchang Palace!"
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