"Your Majesty! Treat your family well!"
The headless general wearing broken armor, the head he held in his hand was opening and closing while talking, and bright red blood was still pouring out of his mouth, like well water dug from the ground, surging. It seems to flow out forever.
"Your Majesty! I am loyal to you!"
The general was pierced by thousands of arrows, and his armor was cracked in pieces, but he still stood firm and did not fall.
"Your Majesty, please open your eyes and look at us. It hurts so much."
The corpses of the soldiers, with burn wounds all over their bodies and faces, looked as if they had walked out of the lava of the Infinite Hell. Their faces were so hideous that anyone could feel the boundless pain they experienced before they died.
"Your Majesty, do you remember us?
Do you remember us?
Do you remember us? "
Countless sounds, like thunder roaring, like divine sounds descending from the sky, ring in the ears, linger in the mind, and then are completely carved in the mind, all the time, like loud bells and drums, hammering heavily.
"I remember!"
In the palace, the emperor woke up from his deep sleep, sat up suddenly, gasped for air, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was completely soaked in cold sweat.
The graceful beauty was awakened by the emperor, then hugged the emperor and softly comforted him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
"I am incompetent!
I am incompetent! "
The emperor hugged the beauty and cried bitterly.
…
The cold wind blew through Chang'an, and white snowflakes fell in the city, and soon covered every corner. The pure white snowflakes fell in the city, but they could not cover the pure white snowflakes all over Chang'an City.
The biting cold made people feel chilly, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped Chang'an, Guanzhong and even the whole world. Countless wailing sounds could be heard faintly.
This is true whether it is for those prominent princes' mansions or ordinary families. No one can count how many families have Qin Su.
This is just Chang'an. If you look further into Guanzhong, it can be said that every household has its own customs.
Changle Palace.
In the emperor's chamber, countless auspicious clouds are depicted, and there are spiritual animals everywhere on the pillars. Phoenixes soar, unicorns offer blessings, and turtles offer beads, all showing an auspicious scene.
But the maids and eunuchs waiting in the palace all lowered their heads, and their footsteps fell silently. No one dared to make a sound. Only the burning oil lamps, with crackling sounds from time to time, drew the figures coming and going. It’s so long and erratic.
The emperor Liu Jin was lying quietly on the bed. The curtains were lowered. No one could see his face clearly. Only a slim figure could be seen, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Liu Jin was lying on her lap and listened to a few words. The unclear soft words gradually calmed down Liu Jin's trembling figure.
A burst of dense but extremely light footsteps came, and the eunuch tried his best to suppress his high-pitched voice and said: "Your Majesty, there is news from Zhaocheng that Duke Zhao is bedridden and cannot come to Chang'an."
The emperor Liu Jin, who had just calmed down, started to tremble again and kept saying: "My uncle left me, I lost the battle, my cousin left me, I lost the battle again, and now Duke Zhao is about to die.
I have lost my capable ministers and assistants, and only me, a mediocre monarch, is left. Isn’t this the cause of disaster?
Doesn’t this mean that God doesn’t favor the big man?
How should I do it?
Queen, what do you think I should do? "
The queen could only hug the emperor tightly, but she didn't know what to say to comfort the emperor of the empire.
Now, fifteen years have passed since the death of Emperor Gaozong Xiaowu.
But the country's situation is not as courageous as Liu Che expected.
Five years before Liu Jin took the throne, Wei Qing, in accordance with Liu Che's established national strategy, began to restore the country's treasury reserves to deal with possible rebellions and natural disasters.
In the fifth year, Wei Qing died due to the recurrence of an old injury. The imperial court went through a brief period of painful adjustments. The news spread to the southwest, and the barbarian natives who had been rebellious at times rebelled again.
Emperor Liu Jin, who had completely gained power, began to mobilize troops to the southwest according to previous preparations, and was determined to follow his father's example and lead the entire war against the southwest barbarians.
Liu Jin cannot be said to be an incompetent emperor, but he is really not very good at martial arts.
The country was run carelessly, and he barely forced Xiao Gui and Cao to follow him. However, whenever he fought, he rushed northward and lost every time he fought. He still had no self-awareness and kept fighting and killing people. He kept saying, "I want to be like the late emperor." Holy King, let the foreign guests submit."
So under Liu Jin's micro-management command, the imperial court's war against the southwestern barbarians suffered a huge failure.
In the endless uninhabited land of hundreds of thousands of mountains, among countless mountains and forests, the Han army from the Central Plains encountered hellish scenes, an unknown epidemic, and the elusive Yi people. Everything was different from the Central Plains and the grasslands. It was so different that even the most sophisticated armor became a burden. More than 200,000 people died in the deserted mountains and forests.
More than twenty princes and princes died on the southwest battlefield.
Although such a heavy loss was sad, it did not scare the big man. Whether it was the prince's house where the princes died, or the good family son who died in the battle, everyone was holding back their strength to fight back.
However, the emperor simply withered and suffered from nightmares all day long. He did not dare to raise his troops to fight anymore. Officials such as the prime minister, who were more civilized, also did not agree to fight again, because the court had no money and the loss of people's power was also huge.
"Your Majesty, there is another letter from Duke Zhao."
The emperor suddenly woke up and said: "Hurry up and pass the letter over."
In Zhaocheng, Luo Wuji was bedridden. The general who was invincible on the battlefield back then had reached the point where he could not even get out of bed.
The most unacceptable thing for him was that he was not sick!
No matter how the doctor checked, there was nothing wrong with his body. Then he thought of his brother Huo Qubing. The same was true for that proud young man. Even the medicinal talisman could not cure it, because the medicinal talisman could only cure diseases, and he What Huo Qubing is facing is fate.
What can be cured is disease, what cannot be cured is life!
Luo Wuji sighed slightly as he recalled the letter he sent to Chang'an.
"Son of Heaven, I submit without any illness.
The late emperor received the destiny and achieved achievements comparable to those of the holy kings. Is this something that every emperor can achieve?
Because of the late emperor's trust, I was granted a kingdom with eight thousand households. I am grateful for the late emperor's kindness, so I want to repay you.
It's just that people's lifespan is limited, and I have to get ahead of you.
Before I die, I have some words of advice to you.
The position of emperor is given by God.
But the power of the emperor comes from the emperor himself.
Those who are good at hunting should not go fishing, those who are good at farming should not go herding, and those who are good at martial arts should not pursue martial arts. This is the principle of doing things.
Is there anything in this world that has no merit?
Is there anything in this world that cannot be accomplished?
Presumably not.
Follow your strengths and use them. Is there anything you can't succeed at?
Emperor Xiaowen did not fight with the Huns, so he created the rule of Xiaowen. The late emperor fought with the Huns, so he created martial arts comparable to the Holy King. This is the way to become a Holy King.
Your imitation of Emperor Xiaowen in governing the country is commendable, but your imitation of Emperor Xiaowu in conquest is not worthy of mention.
Your prestige has been damaged by the defeat of the Southern Kingdom. If it continues to be damaged, it will touch your foundation. Can your position as emperor still be stable?
I am worried about you!
I am worried about the country of the Han Dynasty!
Therefore, establishing the emperor's prestige is your most important thing now.
The Southern Kingdom has been defeated. I know that you do not want to fight anymore, but you should not let your ministers know, and you should not let your ministers think that you are afraid.
You must not be like now, people in the world say that you are afraid of the southern country like a tiger!
You are the emperor. If the emperor cannot cheer up, how can Zhu Xia's unyielding spirit be demonstrated?
But I also don't agree with another war, because the imperial treasury is empty, and if we fight again, we will have to raise taxes. This is a war that drains the river and fishes. This is a gamble.
I have never heard of anyone who can win by gambling for a long time.
You should let your countrymen know that you dare to fight, and you should let your countrymen know that you do not want to increase the burden on the world. Presumably, if you do this, your prestige will not be affected. "
After the emperor read it, he burst into tears.
The beginning of this volume, I hope you all like it.
Sacrificing a book of seedlings: The slogan is [The protagonist likes to eat dumplings made by his sister-in-law the most in his life]
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