The crowd dispersed and the noise gradually subsided.

After the grand celebration ceremony, only confetti and flower petals were left on the ground, like a thick carpet.

The enthusiasm and excitement of Dongdu residents can be seen.

Many good people rushed from the palace to the west gate.

There is another good show here.

Nearly 20,000 Yellow Turban prisoners were escorted outside the west gate, and were guarded by 8,000 elite soldiers from the fifth school. If there was any movement, they would be suppressed mercilessly.

A fourteen-year-old boy raised his childish face, his innocent eyes filled with sadness that should not be present at this age.

"Commander, will we die?"

Sun Xia couldn't answer and held the boy in his arms.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion gave the emperor a hard slap in the face, but "when the emperor was angry, millions of corpses were buried in the ground, and the world was pure.".

Even if the captain was not tortured on the road, 99% of them would be executed today.

The officers and soldiers who had made meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion also received their due rewards after the review and returned to the military camp.

Everyone left except Liu Bei.

Zuo Feng smiled and said: "Congratulations to Lieutenant Liu, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

If there is anything else that needs reminding, Zuo Feng doesn’t think it’s necessary. Smart people can handle it wherever they go.

That day, at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Liu Bei’s request was: to meet the Holy Spirit.

This request has no actual gain, but it is more precious than any real thing, and it also demonstrates Liu Bei's consistent "loyalty".

I don’t want to get promoted and get rich, I don’t want gold and silver fields, I don’t even want people’s territory, I just want to see you once.

Is there anything that can impress the emperor more than this sincerity?

The emperor is also a mortal body, and he also needs the care of others. What he needs more is true love without impurities.

Therefore, Emperor Liu Hong, who was always flattering, submissive and afraid of being surrounded, had a need for direct contact with Liu Bei.

The moment before entering the palace gate, the dissatisfied Zhuo County native saw the inscription "Chang Le Wei Young" again.

Liu Bei finally suppressed the urge to buckle a piece, and soon met the emperor.

According to court etiquette, ministers must bow three times and bow nine times when meeting the emperor.

However, Liu Hong is a different kind of emperor.

Otherwise, he would not have publicly recognized Zhang Rang as his godfather and Zhao Zhong as his godmother.

There are many more ridiculous things, which are all available on the Internet, so I won’t list them all.

Therefore, before Liu Bei could kneel down, the emperor had already stepped down from the imperial couch and grabbed the loyal and blessed general.

"I heard that Liu Qing is the Queen of Prince Jing of Zhongshan?"

Liu Bei blinked, who knows if this is true or not?

But the emperor has already spoken, how can he slap him in the face and say that he is not right? He is so awesome that he has to admit it even if he kneels down.

"Your Majesty, I am the eighteenth generation great-great-grandson."

Liu Hong counted on his fingers for a while and suddenly laughed.

"In this way, Liu Qing and I are equals and brothers."

Ah!?

This... what kind of trick does it mean to officially recognize your royal status?

"Come on, come on!"

Liu Hong pulled the cheap Tangtang Tangtang... brother and sat directly on the carpet.

"Liu Qing, don't be restrained. I'm very annoyed by the oppressive Confucian etiquette. I feel so comfortable like this, right?"

Blessed to the soul, Liu Bei immediately understood the benefits...Brother.

The emperor can live and kill, and can call the wind and rain, but he is also the least free type of person in the world.

Being under surveillance 24/7, few people in future generations can experience this feeling, and those with weak willpower may go crazy.

"Then I'd be rude!"

Liu Bei simply sat cross-legged.

The more Liu Hong looked at this blessed general and loyal minister, the more he liked him: "Okay, that's what you and I, brothers, should do, do all the hard work and false courtesy."

Okay, I didn’t even say “I” this time.

Next, Liu Bei briefly talked about the situation at home, and also mentioned his mentor Lu Zhi, as well as the experiences of Jizhou, Changshe and Nanyang.

Liu Hong listened with great interest. After all, it was the first time he came into contact with first-hand information, which was more interesting and vivid than military reports.

Finally, the emperor asked why he thought of sacrificing prisoners?

Liu Bei did not hesitate and said immediately: "Actually, I wish I could cut these traitors who disobeyed Your Majesty to death with a thousand knives, and then cut off their heads to build a Jingguan."

Hey, why didn’t you do that?

Liu Bei hesitated for a while and then said: "I believe that a palace in the capital is enough to show your majesty's power, and the final fate of the rebels in Wancheng should reflect the other side of the emperor. Perhaps all the people and even history books will use this to praise your majesty's benevolence."

Morality."

Ouch!

Zhang Rang was extremely shocked.

This kid is unfathomable!

Liu Hong thought about it carefully.

According to his original idea, he really wanted to kill all the Yellow Turban prisoners in Wancheng to satisfy his hatred.

However, what the cheap cousin said was an aspect that he had not considered.

Killing is the simplest thing. There is not much difference between killing one hundred thousand people and killing one hundred and twenty thousand people.

But the reputation of Emperor Ren is not so easy to obtain.

It is true that pardoning a prisoner's death penalty can gain some praise, but judging oneself as a benevolent emperor would be wishful thinking.

"If you spare them, can the history books really record my kindness?"

This question is generally difficult to answer, because no one can guarantee what will happen in the future.

However, the level of storing bad water in a cellar is extraordinary.

"Your Majesty, I do not believe that the benevolent emperors in history only became benevolent emperors because they did benevolent things."

"Oh, tell me quickly!"

"First of all, although we must do benevolent things, we must also make a name for ourselves, otherwise good wine will be afraid of deep lanes!"

"Secondly, we must try to guide or urge the government and the public to recognize His Majesty's name of benevolence, and let people deliberately publicize and discuss it."

"Again, if one word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to a hundred, the whole country will know it in ten months. Even if half of them agree, there will still be tens of millions of people. By then, even if some people don't recognize it, there will be people who will stand up for His Majesty."

At this time, Zhang Rang, who suddenly understood, couldn't help but praise: "Wonderful!"

Knowing that tens of millions of people praised him, Liu Hong couldn't help but feel happy. This cheap cousin is really a wonderful person.

In this way, it is still a good deal to exchange 20,000 humble lives for the title of Emperor Ren!

It seems that this interview is worth every penny!

He grabbed the jade Ruyi he usually played with and stuffed it into Liu Bei's hand. Liu Hong smiled and said: "Liu Qing, you are very good! I am very satisfied!"

No need to remind, the emperor is seeing off his guests.

Liu Bei stood up respectfully, carefully held the top-quality jade Ruyi, bowed to say goodbye, and left the palace.

Liu Hong touched his chin, thinking about his upcoming glorious new name, and smiled.

"Then spare their lives."

Zhang Rang took the order to deliver the decree.

At the execution ground outside the west gate of the Eastern Capital, an angel on horseback galloped over.

"The emperor is benevolent and has pardoned all of you who have committed capital crimes and sent them to Zhuo County as slaves. You will be executed immediately!"

In despair, there is a hope that is so slim that it is nothing.

Nearly 20,000 Yellow Turban prisoners all fell to the ground and shouted loudly: "My emperor is benevolent and kind, and I thank God for his mighty grace!"

Sun Xia's eyes were blurry with tears.

But the silhouette of the one-man horse who fearlessly shouted "Open the door!" is clearer and more profound.

He hugged the fruit doll and marched steadily northward in a queue of more than 19,000 people.

The gangsters in Dongdu who were waiting to watch the large-scale execution were confused by the ridiculous emperor's tricks.

After a while, the people who woke up cheered.

Someone said: "Long live your Majesty's kindness!"

Many people echoed: "Long live your Majesty's kindness!"

Someone shouted: "Long live Emperor Ren!"

More people shouted: "Long live Emperor Ren!"

"..."

The mob is blind.

Many times, they are easily led and exploited, and they never know or want to know the truth behind the scenes.

Of course, there is another type of people who are equally blind, or even worse in terms of stupidity.

For example, the little man Liu Bei at this time.

Because, he finally met the beautiful little daughter-in-law he had been thinking about for half a year.

She has a slim figure, fair skin and beautiful appearance, and a pair of big eyes that seem to be full of awe and questions.

Wearing a watery light green dress, she is like a water lotus that cannot stand the cool breeze.

It is indeed beautiful, more beautiful than imagined in dreams and legends.

However, Cai Yan, who was seventeen years old, returned to the Eastern Capital all the way from Kuaiji, Wu.

This was also the first time I saw Liu Bei and Liu Xuande, the "authentic royal family" that the emperor had just stamped.

Is this Gibbon the great hero who extinguished moth thieves and protected the people on the battlefield?

Will he look down on the escaped criminal's daughter?

Cai Yan in anxiety.

Immediately, she saw a smile.

A bright and bright smile spanning two thousand years.
Chapter completed!