Chapter 27 It’s the people who should be asked!
Xia Zhibai stepped forward.
Death generously.
Zhu Biao raised his head and looked at Xia Zhibai's farther and farther figure. He felt his heart tremble and an inexplicable feeling of palpitations surged into his heart.
He really wanted to stop Xia Zhibai.
It's just that what his father decided was not something he could easily change.
He tried.
They were all severely scolded by their father.
Especially after his mother died of illness, he did not dare to contradict and disobey easily. He was afraid and afraid of Zhu Yuanzhang from the bottom of his heart.
It’s just that people with lofty ideals like Xia Zhibai, who had noble character and integrity, died like this, which is ultimately a loss for Ming Dynasty.
He couldn't bear it.
He had a strong hunch that perhaps, as Xia Zhibai said, his death did not necessarily represent only him.
But the backbone and backbone of the entire Ming Dynasty subjects collapsed and fell.
Thinking of this scene, he suddenly thought of a poem that he used to sneer at: 'One hundred and forty thousand people took off their armor, but not one of them was a man. ’
Now this sentence seems to fall on the head of the Ming Dynasty. However, it was only the Shu army of the Five Dynasties that surrendered and disarmed, but the Ming Dynasty may be the whole world.
Can the bloodless and spineless Ming Dynasty really be able to secure the world? When the Ming Dynasty was in danger, who could the Manchu ministers rely on?
Who dares to rely on you?
A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall, and a wise man does not fall into an overturned nest.
Could it be that the later emperors of the Ming Dynasty had to rely on themselves to defend the Ming Dynasty in the end, and were forced to do the thing of "the emperor defends the country, and the monarch dies for the country"?
Otherwise we can only shrink again and again.
The world that my father worked so hard to conquer and the Ming Dynasty that he created has become a joke.
How long can such a Ming Dynasty last?
Zhu Biao's heart was so messed up.
Xia Zhibai's words plunged him into endless fear and anxiety. It was the first time in his life that he felt so suffocated and helpless.
He felt that the sky of the Ming Dynasty seemed to be falling. His father, whom he was so proud of in the past, seemed to be unable to hold it up anymore.
Zhu Biao's vision was a little blurry.
His mind was empty, and Xia Zhibai's figure gradually faded away, replaced by a simple and gentle figure.
Seeing this familiar and friendly figure, Zhu Biao's eyes turned red, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and his restless and anxious mood calmed down with the appearance of this person.
"Mother."
"My son does not know what to do."
"My son is in so much pain now."
Zhu Biao cried and asked Queen Ma. Queen Ma did not speak, but looked at Zhu Biao with a gentle and loving face, and nodded with a smile.
Zhu Biao lowered his head, revealing the grievance and fear in his heart: "Mother, I don't dare to plead for mercy, I can't convince my father."
"I am... afraid "
Ma Xiuying stretched out her hand and placed it on Zhu Biao's head, gently soothing her, just like in the past, soothing Zhu Biao's uneasy and fearful mind.
Under Ma Xiuying's comfort, Zhu Biao gradually calmed down. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something in his mind, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.
He raised his head excitedly and said: "Queen Mother, I have thought of a way, I..."
Just when Zhu Biao was excited and wanted to share it with Queen Ma, he raised his head but there was no Queen Ma. Zhu Biao panicked and looked around hurriedly, trying to find that familiar figure.
Eventually.
Zhu Biao shook his head and woke up.
His face was full of bitterness. There was no such thing as Queen Ma. It was just a fantasy and obsession formed by him missing his mother too much.
If the queen mother is still there.
He wouldn't be so trembling.
There is always a haven, too.
Zhu Biao stretched out his hand, wanting to retain something, but in the end he didn't catch anything.
He sighed softly, gathered his thoughts, and stopped immersing himself in it. He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Zhibai, and said loudly: "Mr. Xia, Zhu Biao has one more question." Answer the question. "
"Zhu Miao noted that Mr. Zhu once wrote something like this on that test paper. "As a king, he who is in charge of long-term policy should devote all his energy to the affairs of the country, taking people's livelihood as the most important thing." The world is the foundation, and people’s livelihood is developed. ”
“Look for an acre to produce a thousand pounds of grain, build an iron horse that can travel a thousand miles a day, kill the enemy’s fire dragon thousands of miles away, call the wind and rain, and control everything in the world.”< br>
"Only in this way can we become a great country."
"Zhu Biao is very curious about this. In Mr. Xia's eyes, can all of this really be realized? Can such a grand event really happen in this world?"
Xia Zhibai didn't look back and continued to walk forward, but his voice came out, very sure and firm.
“It can.”
“And it must be possible.”
Zhu Biao looked happy and continued: "May I ask, sir, if you know how to do it?"
Zhu Biao looked at Xia Zhibai eagerly.
The hint he gave was obvious enough. As long as Xia Zhibai nodded and said that he had a way, he could use this as an excuse to persuade Zhu Yuanzhang to spare his life.
He believed it.
Xia Zhibai can understand his intentions.
Xia Zhibai stopped.
He did not look back, but stretched out his hand, pointed at the magnificent palace in front of him, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, do you know who built these palaces?"
Zhu Biaoyi Stunned.
He looked up at the majestic palace in front of him, a complicated look flashed in his eyes.
He knows the answer.
But this wasn't the answer he wanted.
Xia Zhibai had a serious look on his face, his eyes were very solemn and he spoke uprightly: "It's the common people!"
"It's them you should ask."
" Many things in this world cannot be accomplished by one person, but must rely on the collective strength and the wisdom of the people.”
“I can’t do it.”
"But they can definitely do it."
"The wisdom of the people is infinite, and it is they who have created seemingly impossible things in the world. What you should ask is not me, but those who are diligent and conscientious. "
"They are the creators of the world, and they are creating miracles."
"If they can't do it, no one in the world can do it, and I can do it alone. Impossible, I don’t have that much ability.”
“A person’s power is limited after all, but I always believe that the power and wisdom of a group of determined people are unlimited.”
"They have infinite possibilities and a future."
"Common people."
"Only the common people!"
"Can accomplish every feat."
“You can only believe in them, if you really love the people.”
Xia Zhibai withdrew his gaze, looked at Mao Xiang aside, and said, "Let's go, it's time to hit the road."
Mao Xiang was stunned.
He turned to look at Zhu Biao, wanting to know Zhu Biao's attitude and thoughts. Zhu Biao opened his mouth, but no words came out.
A long time.
Zhu Biao looked at Xia Zhibai with a complicated expression and said, "Sir, please walk slowly."
Xia Zhibai nodded and followed Mao Xiang towards the outside. Wuying Hall was where Zhu Yuanzhang rested and it was not suitable to see blood.
Zhu Biao did not watch Xia Zhibai leave, but took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, suppressed the fear in his heart, and stepped into Wuying Palace.
This time.
He wants to try it.
Give it a try no matter what.
(End of this chapter)