Chapter 298 Returning Home
In the rain, the yellow tiles and red walls look more solemn and majestic. There was water in a low spot on the ground, which reflected His Majesty Li Er's bright yellow robe. However, he had been standing there for an unknown amount of time. Although he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, the corners of his skirt were already wet from the splashing raindrops.
The maid and chamberlain were a foot away behind him, kneeling tremblingly on the bluestone in the rain...
His Majesty Li Er stood quietly at the door, his eyes a little wandering, but intermittent voices came from his ears. He didn't say a word, just stood there and listened, his majestic figure as straight as a pine tree, still as sharp as when he charged into battle with a prancing horse and a halberd.
A leap of mind...
His greatest achievement in this life is to lead this old empire to flourish, sweep away Mobei and subjugate the barbarians!
However, the biggest obstacle in his life is also this big empire...
Sometimes he even thought about what his life would have been like if he had lived peacefully back then, not competing for military glory, not showing off his skills, and not arousing the suspicion of Prince Jiancheng.
Even he had to admit that Prince Jiancheng's ability was definitely not inferior to his. If Prince Jiancheng was the emperor, he would not necessarily be much worse than Li Shimin, or even worse.
In that case, will I just be mediocre and achieve nothing and be a free king in the prosperous age?
Before the age of thirty, he will think that this is a shameful life, a waste of the life given by heaven. He will definitely be unwilling to stay dormant and want to do something big and vigorous, so that the whole world will know his name, and his achievements will be recorded in the history books of the ages. !
But after reaching the age of thirty, he couldn't help but think, how could it not be a kind of happiness to be a free king?
Hundreds of years of life are like a fleeting moment, just a fleeting moment. When the lamp dries up and the oil is gone, there is only a handful of loess left, and the imperial hegemony is just a passing cloud. What's the difference?
However, there are some things that once done, you can’t look back!
When survival is threatened, how can we talk about benevolence, justice and morality?
The whirlpool of fate will carry you all the way forward, abandoning all shame. Even if you wake up in the middle of the night with fear and tears, you can only endure it alone!
Qingque...
He considered this child to be the most talented among all the disciples. He had been good at literature since he was a child, and he was talented and intelligent. When he was a little older, he had collected tens of thousands of books, and even the great scholars of the world were full of praise for him.
After the prince's foot disease, he really thought about passing the throne to Qingque. With this child's intelligence and wisdom, why can't he take the glorious Tang Dynasty he left behind to a further level? Regardless of whether the prince has foot problems or not, he is a bit soft-tempered after all.
But recently, he has been dreaming every night. In the dream, there is a green dragon crying sadly, begging for mercy, which scares him so much that he always wakes up in the middle of the night...
Perhaps, the scene back then will happen again to my sons?
If that's true, is this my retribution?
Although Qingque is good, it is a pity that he is not the eldest son. If he really abolishes the eldest son and establishes a young son, I am afraid there will never be peace...
His Majesty Li Er stood at the door in a daze, holding an umbrella in his hand, suddenly lost in thought...
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In the afternoon, the rain finally subsided a little.
The rain was so heavy that the entire Lishan Mountain was washed away, making the mountain green and lush.
Fang Jun has not been back for a while. The wharf on the bank of the Weishui River is full of boats and mountains of goods. Even if it rains continuously, it is still bustling with people. Looking at this bustling scene, Fang Jun, who is becoming increasingly determined, can't help but feel a surge of courage in his chest!
Who else in this world can create such a pier that gathers Guanzhong department stores out of thin air in the blink of an eye?
Soon, the model here will spread throughout the Tang Dynasty with the footsteps of merchants. The circulation of goods will greatly accelerate the development of transportation, the flow of population, and the accumulation of capital. As people's awareness increases little by little, One day, the power of capital will rush out of this country like a torrent, crushing all surrounding countries to pieces!
War is not just the burning of blood and fire, the collision of iron and bone!
Economic oppression and cultural erosion are the ultimate weapons to kill people without blood. They can destroy a country and destroy a clan without even seeing it!
Use force to knock down the doors of those stubborn people, and then use capital to completely conquer them. This is an iron law that has been tried and tested for more than a thousand years!
Not to mention benevolence and morality, let alone world peace. When you have the ability not to possess it, no one will pity you when you are weak! This is the law of the jungle. Lions and tigers must abide by it, hyenas and jackals must abide by it, and humans, who are the spirits of all things, must abide by it too!
Life is ruined?
War raging?
Fang Jun didn't care.
After I die, who cares about the flood...
He mounted his horse and whipped his horse, leading a few guards and heading straight to the farm on the mountain.
Then, he was caught off guard and enjoyed a "god"-like treatment...
When he was nearing the gate of Zhuangzi, he saw a servant washing the bluestone road at the door from a distance. Fang Jun rode his horse over. The horse's hoofs stepped on the bluestone, making a soft "da da" sound. The servant He was concentrating on his work, and the brush in his hand was cleaning even the sand in the gaps between the stone slabs. He heard a sound in his ears, looked up, and the expression on his face suddenly froze.
Then the servant's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the roadside, threw away the brush in his hand, kowtowed "bang bang bang" one after another, and shouted: "Young man has met the master of the house. The master of the house has great supernatural powers and boundless power..." ”
Mother!
Fang Jun felt a chill, and I became the leader of the Dragon Cult?
Why don’t you say that immortals and blessings will live forever and be equal to heaven...
Fang Jun looked confused, pointed his riding whip, and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The servant was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.
Fang Jun had no choice but to jump off his horse and strode into Zhuangzi.
A washing maid was walking out of the kitchen carrying an iron basin—yes, the iron basins forged by hydraulic forging hammers are now used in Fangjiazhuangzi. The water in the basin was still steaming, and suddenly Seeing Fang Jun, the maid was stunned for a moment, then screamed, threw away the iron basin with a bang, knelt down, and shouted repeatedly: "I have seen the master of the house. The master of the house has great supernatural powers and boundless magic power..."
Fang Jun was completely stunned!
What's wrong with all this?
Uh...this doesn't sound like the leader of the Dragon Cult. What is it...the White Lotus Sect?
At this moment, he probably heard the call of the maid, Fang Sihai rushed out from behind. As soon as he saw Fang Jun, he immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted: "I have met the master of the house, the master of the house... oh!"
Fang Jun kicked him to the ground and said angrily: "Have you lost your mind and gone crazy? What nonsense are you talking about, do you think I am a great fairy who pretends to be a god?"
Fang Sihai got up from the ground, glanced at Fang Jun aggrievedly, and said to himself: Isn't that what you are doing...
Seeing Fang Jun's unkind expression, he finally dared not say anything.
Fang Jun walked into the lobby confused and met a pretty little maid with long legs and a slim waist. It was Qiao'er.
Qiao'er suddenly saw Fang Jun coming in from the door. She was a little dazed, her big eyes blinked, and then she suddenly came back to reality, knelt down, and kowtowed...
Before she could speak, Fang Jun said viciously: "If you dare to say such nonsense, I will sell you to Liao Village!"
The Liao people are natives of the southeastern region who refuse to accept civilization. Many tribes maintain very primitive traditions, such as several brothers in a family marrying one wife, something that is unreasonable to the Han people in the Central Plains.
This is what the Han people usually joke about selling a certain woman into the Liao stronghold.
Qiao'er was so frightened that she shuddered and quickly got up. However, when she looked at Fang Jun's eyes, she felt more trembling. She said timidly: "Erlang... Well, I'll go get you some hot water to take a bath." ! ”
After saying that, he huddled against the wall, keeping the maximum distance from Fang Jun, and ran out of the house, like a mouse that has seen a cat...
Just as he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something and slapped his forehead with his little hand: "Oh! I almost forgot that Mrs. Wu's natal brother came over and was talking in the back hall, but the slave just heard it and it seemed that Mrs. Wu was crying. , but Mrs. Wu ordered that the slaves are not allowed to go in, so the slaves did not dare to look..."
The little maid chirped, her voice was crisp, and then she found Fang Jun looking at her. She suddenly got stuck, shrunk her neck, and ran away immediately...
Seeing the slim figure of the little maid with a slim waist and pert buttocks running away as if she was running away, Fang Jun frowned: "Meiniang's natal brothers? Could it be those two bastards Wu Yuanqing and Wu Yuanshuang?"
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After thinking about it, he walked towards the back hall. (End of chapter)