The monarchy power system is a system that has been modified over time and softened by customs, making it easier for people to obey, thereby inhibiting careerists from peeking at power to the greatest extent. The monarch does not need to maintain his rule through indiscriminate killing, because tradition itself is His greatest protection. Therefore, under the monarchy, both the monarch and the people can enjoy their own positions and enjoy their own wealth without worrying about unreasonable persecution and killing.
Tyrant power has neither a historical tradition nor the recognition of the people. Therefore, in order to make his subjects obey his authority of unknown origin and to prove that he is worthy of enjoying the same qualifications as a monarch, he will work endlessly. The land needs brutal killings and constant god-making movements to maintain the people's worship of them, but this is often counterproductive and arouses stronger resistance from the people.
A tyrant can never feel secure in his power and position, so he can never bring security to the country and the people. A tyrant is always full of fear for the future, so his rule will inevitably fill the country and the people with fear. In this environment, personal intelligence and virtue are not only not beneficial, but harmful. Tyrants often regard capable and virtuous subjects as potential threats and cut them off without reason.
(Peliandorus, the tyrant of Corinth in ancient Greece, had a relatively mild rule in his early years. Later, he sent an envoy to Thrasybulos, the tyrant of Miletus, to inquire about the way to rule. Thrasybulus led the envoy through a wheat field and began to The tallest ears of wheat were broken. After the messenger reported back, Periandorus understood what the other party meant: Thrasybulos suggested that he get rid of the best elites in the city-state and "treat his subjects in a very cruel way. Use methods of execution or exile.")
The Wuzhou Dynasty is a typical example of "tyranny". Due to Wu Zetian's gender and origin, her rule was naturally "illegal" and conflicted with the social customs of the time. Tradition would not only not support her, but would become her enemy. A powerful weapon to attack her. Wu Zetian usurped power through trickery and violence. In order to continue to maintain power, she had to use more violence and trickery. Sometimes she wanted to do good subjectively, but the result was often counterproductive. In the end, even the people closest to her would inevitably become victims of his rule. Under this kind of rule, Wang Wenzuo's talent and fame would sooner or later lead to death, which of course he hated.
Daxing Palace, Anren Palace, and side courtyard.
"You two, this is it!" The female official who led the way opened the courtyard door and said to Li Xiayu politely: "My servant is waiting outside. If there is anything missing, you can tell my servant and I will bring it to you later! "
"Thank you!" Li Xiayu nodded reservedly to the female officer and walked into the courtyard. The house was five rooms and five bays in size. There was an old locust tree in the center of the yard. In winter, its bare branches occupied half of the sky. It gives one an eerie feeling.
"Sister, is this where we will live in the future?" Li Suwen asked carefully.
"It should be so!" Li Xiayu replied in a less certain tone. Since her mother was framed and died, the only thing she has learned is not to have any hope for the future, so that she can be less shocked. .
"Let me take a look at the furnishings in the room first!" Li Suwen dropped the rough felt in her hand and ran towards the house quickly. Li Xiayu shook his head helplessly, picked up the rough felt on the ground, patted the dust, and put it away. On the stone table nearby.
"Little lady!" the female officer's voice came from behind.
"What's the matter?" Li Xiayu turned around.
"A complete set of bedding has been prepared in the house. This rough felt is heavy and scratchy, so let's leave it to the slave and throw it away!"
"No need!" Li Xiayu took a step forward, blocked the stone table behind him, and said with a smile: "I'm used to it now, but I won't be used to it if I change it to something else!"
"I didn't expect you to be a nostalgic person!" the female officer said with a smile.
"The white rabbit is walking around and looking around. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as before." Li Xiayu said: "Although Xiayu is a daughter's family, you also know that people can't forget their roots, otherwise they will be heartless people? " She also knew that the enmity between Empress Wu and her sisters could not be resolved no matter what, so she spoke without scruples and retorted.
"Of course it's a good thing to be nostalgic, but if you get immersed in it and can't extricate yourself, I'm afraid you will hurt yourself in the end, just like this rough felt!" The female officer said with a smile: "Do you know how the person who gave you the rough felt is doing now? Yet?"
The female officer's words directly hit Li Xiayu's heart: "You mean Wang Canjun? How is he now?"
"What do you think?" the female officer said with a smile: "You should know very well who Her Majesty the Queen is. What do you think will happen to the king joining the army now? Why do you need me to tell you?"
The words of the female officer were like an invisible iron fist, giving Li Xiayu a heavy blow. She staggered back two steps, her soles went soft and she sat on the stone bench next to the stone table, hugging the rough felt and burying her head in tears. stand up. The female officer looked at Li Xiayu who was in pain with a smile, and bowed with her hands folded: "You two, please rest well and take good care of yourself. The days ahead will be long!" After that, she walked out of the courtyard and closed the door lightly.
"Sister, sister! Come in and take a look. The furnishings inside are all brand new, and the bedding is made of brocade. It's so comfortable to lie on it!" Li Suwen came out of the house and was surprised to see her sister leaning on the stone table. He buried his head in tears and ran over quickly: "Sister, what happened? Why are you crying!"
"Su Wen!" Li Xiayu raised his head and grabbed his sister's hand with trembling hands: "Wang Canjun, Wang Canjun, he was killed by that evil woman!"
Two days later, East Palace, Polo Ground.
"Yes, yes, that's it! Accelerate from the side, press past the center line, and then retreat from the center to fill the vacancy on the side! That's it, keep the whole body and keep the distance!" Wang Wenzuo stood beside the field, holding a thick paper The rolled-up loudspeaker shouted loudly: "Yes, intercept the ball and hit the opponent behind with a long pass. Pass it immediately. Don't bring it yourself. How can a horse fly faster than the ball?"
Prince Li Hong stood aside, watching the game on the field with a fascinated look. On the scoreboard behind him, the number of chips obtained by both sides was marked in red and white. The white chips representing the team led by Donggong Liu had eight. There are only two sparring partners, so the winner is already clear.
"Water, bring water quickly! Also, bring soy milk, eggs, and soybean ingredients quickly!" Li Jingye almost rolled off the horse. The horse was sweating like its owner, and his limbs and chest were covered in sweat. His muscles were spasming violently, and it was obvious that this fine Liangzhou horse was on the verge of sudden death.
As usual, check back at 19:00.
Some readers said that it comes at the expense of the reader's sense of experience. In the past, I watched it after 19 o'clock, but now I watch it after 19 o'clock. What is the loss of experience? Taking a step back, 90% of readers are prostitutes for free. How does the author feel? Genuine readers will say that I have already paid, and this has nothing to do with me. I don’t care how the author feels. If I pay, you must write a book for me. If you don’t like it, I will complain. Have paying readers ever wondered whether the author would simply stop writing because he felt he was getting little? Wouldn't it be better for the author to be free of prostitution and be able to write with peace of mind?
In the final analysis, I don't like my hard work being wasted, it's that simple.
(End of chapter)
