Late August, Luyang.
Summer cicadas lay on the swaying treetops and neighed one after another. Children on the street held bamboo poles and beat them. The plum trees on the roadside were full of plum trees. The swaying branches and leaves swept the eaves of the restaurant. The old cat lay on the eaves and opened its eyes slightly. , glanced at the branches, yawned miserably, and continued to doze.
In the private seats on the second floor, literati and poets talked softly about recent events. People in the green forest and rivers and lakes held swords behind their backs and invited their friends to drink and talk about their feuds. There were also business travelers from three mountains and five mountains who had to sit for a while.
Occasionally, there is a noise outside, and someone gets up and walks to the guardrail, looking down at the street. There is a group of Confucian scholars holding books in their hands, wearing silk scarves on their heads, whispering to each other, or speaking loudly, looking indignant. The direction they are going together seems to be the government office. there.
"What are they doing?"
"Brother, I don't know? In the past few days, I heard that the Xia King of Yan State revised the books of Wei State and promoted the Yan State script... He wanted to set up many private schools in various counties to let the children of farmers and businessmen enter the schools for free. They said they were educated. No class.”
"What?! Treason!"
Someone slapped the table and roared, "Talent and learning are gifts from heaven. Children of good farmers are just children. Children of low-income families, why should they go to school and learn to read?! This is a violation of the words of the saint!"
"Don't talk nonsense, that King of Xia has strong soldiers and horses..."
"I think that King Xia did a good job. If I could have encountered such good things when I was young, I wouldn't have wandered into the green forest and hunted and killed."
"Somehow, I feel like this is getting weirder..."
"I heard that my uncle's second cousin's third uncle said that it was Zhongshu Ling, newly promoted by King Xia, who was doing this, but I don't know what he called it."
"Hmph, I just want to see how King Xia of the Yan Kingdom manages to find his own way!"
There was a lot of talk in the market, and the Xia King who was being talked about was sitting in the Wei Palace Ancestral Temple. Green smoke was curling around. Taoist Li had stuffed his ears and shook the lottery tube in boredom, muttering something in his mouth.
Su Chen sat on the futon, propped up his chin, and listened to the chatter of the ancestors above. His eyes focused on the spiritual throne of Qin Shihuang at the top, which had remained silent.
Except for the day when he spoke about destroying six foreign countries, he has never said another word until now.
How on earth could the First Emperor be allowed to say a few more words?
On the tribute table, there was a lot of chatter about Zun Zunling's words.
"When I destroyed the country, it wasn't so troublesome. I remember that boy from the Li family in the Southern Tang Dynasty... he just loaded up the car and took him away with his palace." Zhao Kuangyin's voice was bold.
Cao Cao poked his head out of the spiritual throne and asked softly: "How do you feel, little Empress Zhou?"
"Old Cao, you are from the late Han Dynasty. Do you know all the women behind you?" Zhao Kuangyin was so anxious that his body shook.
"Haha, I know too! I heard that your brother also covets her."
At this time, Zhu Wen's soul laughed loudly, "But it's not a big deal, I've never seen anything."
"roll!"
A group of emperor's souls all yelled at him.
"I am also an emperor, and I also have a card!" Zhu Wen shook his spiritual throne.
"Changsheng, burn his spiritual place. This guy's daughter-in-law and the wives of his generals will not be spared. We, the emperor, don't even bother to associate with him..."
Before Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Yuanzhang's words. He laughed loudly: "In this case, the souls of several emperors here will have to be burned. Unlike me, the upper beam is straight and the lower beam is not crooked. .”
Tang Taizong Li Shimin: "..."
Tang Gaozong Li Zhi: "..."
Tang Xuanzong Li Longji: "..."
Wu Zetian's soul made a faint noise towards Zhu Yuanzhang.
Su Chen was dumbfounded when he heard the scream below. He didn't know much about Tang history and didn't expect it to be so chaotic.
Next to him, Cao Pi whispered: "It's just a little bit, and it gets more crooked and messy as you go to the back."
"Zihuan, what are you mumbling about again!?" Cao Cao jumped out of the spiritual throne and shook his robe, "What did I say? Don't get involved in other people's affairs."
"But father, didn't you just..."
"Um?"
Cao Cao nodded slightly and stroked his beard, narrowed his slender eyes, Cao Pi immediately lowered his head, slipped into the spiritual throne and disappeared.
"By the way, what about the immortality technique? What's the purpose of immortality?"
"It's just a small child." Su Chen's face darkened when he heard this, "Xiao Mozhu, a rat, stole my ancestor's general's night banquet picture and was found by Pei Min. He was unwilling to accept it and spread it everywhere that I have immortality skills here. I don't know. It will attract some kind of cats and dogs over here.”
"It's true!" Cao Cao nodded, "The preparation for immortality..."
Just as he was halfway through his words, he stopped and subconsciously turned around to look at the Zungling seat at the highest place on the tribute table. Su Chen was just finishing his sentence and when he saw Cao Cao turning around, he couldn't help but follow his gaze.
The shrine of the First Emperor lies silently there.
"King Wei, what are you..."
"Hush!" Cao Cao raised his finger to his lips, and the emperors who were quarreling on the tribute table all stopped their voices and turned around, facing upward, as if they were also watching.
"Longevity..."
Sure enough, a deep voice slowly sounded in the spiritual place.
"His Majesty the First Emperor? Descendant of China Su Chen..."
"Longevity..."
It didn't seem like he was calling me by my cousin, but simply calling 'immortality'. When Su Chen realized what he was saying, he looked at Cao Cao beside him, and the latter seemed to understand the meaning.
"Since ancient times, there are countless people who want to live forever. Only the First Emperor was the most obsessed with it. He probably reacted like this when he heard us talking about immortality."
At this time, another voice came from the spiritual throne.
"Looking for immortality...I...want to have eternal life..."
The voice then died down.
Seeing the spiritual planes of all the emperors looking at each other, Su Chen didn't think anything of it. It was normal for an emperor like this to have special hobbies.
Who doesn't want to live forever when he becomes emperor? He wants it too.
What does the last sentence of the First Emperor mean? Do you want me to find the elixir of longevity and give it to him?
After coming out of the ancestral temple, Su Chen asked Shang Dianwei to follow him. Today, three troops and horses set off, and he wanted to go there. When he arrived at the front hall, the carriage had been waiting for a long time.
Walking into the carriage, there was Jia Xu sitting on a soft cushion beside him, slowly sipping a drink.
"Go outside the city!"
Su Chen sat carelessly on the soft cushions. He was not used to the kneeling posture. As Wang drove out of the imperial city, there were a lot of noisy sounds in the streets outside.
You can hear those students from the Wei State protesting against the Yan State writing policy that is being implemented.
"Zhongshu Ling, do you really think there is no problem?"
"Just kill a bunch of them." Jia Xu's official position at this time was directly pushed to Zhongshu Ling by Su Chen to manage and promote the Yan Kingdom's writing and writing. He took a sip of tea and put down the cup.
"The policies of a country are related to the rise and fall of the country, and there is no need to consider the interests of a small group of people; the governance of people's livelihood is what a state's policies should consider. As for these troublemaking students, wait until there are more of them. It is convenient to deal with them together. "
It only took ten days to revise the Book of Wei and promote Yan's writing and language. A large number of Confucian scholars took notice and quickly gathered together. Su Chen didn't believe it if there was no one behind it to add fuel to the fire.
So, he asked Jia Xu to handle this matter. Wouldn't it be a pity that such a cruel and scheming person doesn't have to do this?
"Since ancient times, when there are major changes, these people have jumped out. I have been mentally prepared for a long time. However, I don't want to waste all my energy on this matter, so I leave it to Zhongshu Ling. Who are they? It doesn’t matter how many people you kill, as long as you make it clean.”
"Yes!" Jia Xu lowered his head slightly on one side.
The wheels rolled, and the carriage turned around the street in front, separated from the busy and noisy market, and headed towards Xuanchun Gate. After a while, it exited the city gate. There were many fires set up on the official roads outside the city, with a large fire on top. In the pot, several burly men were holding shovels with their bare arms, stirring up the soil, then shoveling it into a waiting wheelbarrow bucket, transporting it to the official road ahead and dumping it.
More than a dozen young and strong civilians pulled the rope, and the stone weighing several tons slowly pressed down on the road with a dull sound. This scene stretches out and is filled with scenes of intense excitement.
During the attack on Luyang, the official roads were trampled almost to pieces by the galloping horses. At this time, the Ministry of Works, under Su Chen's order, began to level and repair them, and even opened up a few official roads connecting the north and the south.
Fifteen miles further ahead, under two connected hills, there was the faint sound of horse hooves rushing across the ground.
The hot summer day gradually turned away, and the wind began to rise on the plains. In the military camp outside Luyang City, footsteps and horse hooves were moving around, and groups of patrolling figures armed with weapons walked around the big tent in the center of the camp.
The huge military camp stretching for ten miles was filled with the aura of gold and iron.
The carriage staggered over, and Su Chen opened the curtain and took a look, "The war is about to begin."
Recommend a book: "Spoiler History: Beginning with the Three Kingdoms"
Viewers of Wen Mang’s video wrote down their identity records:
The first fan was kind-faced, like the lord of a certain country.
The second fan who kills brothers is still the real dragon.
The third fan bullied the couple, and the dynasty was never unified.
(End of chapter)
