These hundreds of thousands of refugees coming to Beijing are not accidental.
Over the past year, Yan Qinglin and the others have been planning and calculating, arranging manpower to intersperse them all the way, and consciously guiding them, like driving cattle and horses, "driving" them all the way to the capital.
At the same time, he continued to stock up on goods and grain, and made large-scale purchases from outside in the name of Huiping Inn.
So much material and food was lost in an instant in these ten days.
As for the selected Yongding Gate and Guangqu Gate, in addition to the threat to the city gates from city-breaking vehicles and rushing vehicles, the most ferocious attack launched by the refugees was just to step on the corpses of their companions and cross Guangqu Gate and rush into the city.
, at the cost of more than 50,000 casualties, they killed the opponent's capital of Suwei, who was less than 5,000, and about a thousand civilians. After fighting desperately for two days, they were killed and retreated without even touching the Zhengyang Road.
It does not mean that the refugees are not crazy and crazy. They have already gone crazy when they are near death and despair. There is no need to use all their words to incite. It is just that they are fragile after all.
Now, seeing that there is no way to capture the capital, the team from Huguang is already on its way to the capital.
Yan Qinglin lost his temper, turned around and walked towards the inner hall. Several of his subordinates hurriedly followed, but she coldly shouted back.
After passing through the inner hall and going to the backyard, she went back to the wooden house where she had rested during this period. It was like venting her anger. The wooden door was banged extremely loudly by her, filled with anger.
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There was a "bang", and the door of the side hall not far away was blown away by a gust of wind.
Zhili and Master Bailu were startled at the same time.
Looking back at the palace gate, I felt a false alarm.
In comparison, the little girl next to them was much calmer.
Xia Zhaoyi sat on the wooden bench, looking down at the stone tablet on the ground, not at all frightened by the voice just now.
The Qianqiu Hall under Longyuan has been dug and filled for several days. According to the progress of the project, it will take at least two months.
The first thing to do after going down is to clear the place.
Those shocking white bones were all dumped into the abyss. The girl's body, which had not yet fully decomposed, was covered with a white cloth, and together with the books, calligraphy and paintings, stone tablets, etc. found underneath, were transported to the Yuanhe Sect.
The girl's body was sent directly to the darkroom by the old man. The old man went in alone, and the books, calligraphy and paintings, and stone tablets were placed to dry outside the gate of Changhe Hall.
There are five stone tablets lying on the ground. Two of them are of the same age, but the others are different. The earliest stone tablet was signed in the 11th year of the Yanhe reign of the previous dynasty.
Emperor Yanhe's temple name is Zhang Taizong, the second emperor of the Zhang Dynasty, who reigned for thirteen years. This tombstone was built two years before Emperor Yanhe's death, about 600 years ago. It happens to be the same as Qianjiang River.
The time mentioned by the manager corresponds to the above.
It is very likely that Qianqiu Hall was built by Emperor Yanhe.
"It would be ridiculous if this Qianqiu Palace was really used by the emperor to make elixirs," said the immortal Master Bailu who had recovered his consciousness. "There are so many corpses underneath, whether they were used for sacrifices, using human flesh as medicine, or working as laborers down there.
To die of exhaustion, or to be killed and silenced, to keep the secret of Qianqiu Palace, tens of thousands of lives were killed anyway. And an emperor should obviously protect the common people and benefit the world."
After sighing, the young boy next to him rolled his eyes and said, "You are overthinking it."
"Um?"
"What you said, the emperor seems to have become a hard job in your mouth. If it is so hard, who would fight for it one by one? Those who set up their hearts for the world and their lives for the people, the saints
It’s okay to talk about it. The emperor is just saying it to put money on his face. Those who really want to serve the country, the people and the world should not be emperors! The emperor is not a good thing, my master said
, this world has clear distinctions between heaven and earth, black and white, priorities, and hierarchies. If people are divided into three, five, or nine levels, and the ascending levels are referred to as hierarchies, the highest level is the emperor, who is above all the people.
, he can’t live without exploiting all the people. He still protects the people and works for the welfare of the world. The most evil person in this world is the Dog Emperor!"
Immortal Master Bailu was very old, but he was dumbfounded by what a twelve-year-old boy said. He didn't seem to understand.
After Zhili finished speaking in one breath, he turned to look at Xia Zhaoyi and said cheerfully, "Senior sister, do you think what I said is correct?"
"Not the emperor." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Um?"
"It's the powerful people. The emperor was promoted by the powerful people," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the pile of calligraphy and paintings on the ground and said, "Dingguo Gongfu... is also a powerful person."
"No, no, I didn't mean to say anything bad about you." Zhili said hurriedly.
"What's wrong with me?" Xia Zhaoyi smiled, finally raised her eyes and looked at Zhili, "Since I was a child, I have basically earned my own food and clothing with my own hands."
"But, but..." Zhili scratched his neck.
"I understand what you mean," Xia Zhaoyi said, "To put it more broadly, there are limitations. In fact, I also have a lot of confusion."
When she first went to look up the "crime" of Dingguo Gongfu, she read a large amount of information from the Ministry of Household Affairs, and found out how heavy the exorbitant taxes were.
But if she was asked to change, she didn't know where to go.
Throughout the ages, generation after generation, new emperors have overthrown old emperors. The era names are changing, the dynasties are changing, and the people on the throne are changing. What remains unchanged is the identity of the emperor.
However, after all, someone still needs to rule. If no one manages the world, the world will be in chaos, so she doesn't understand, and this is not a limitation for herself.
Fortunately, Xia Zhaoyi looked back at the calligraphy and paintings on the ground. Like her master, she wholeheartedly liked the life of clouds and wild cranes, the breeze and the bright moon. She had no such ambition to "join the world". Otherwise, she would have broken her head just thinking about these things.
Bar.
Seeing that the question seemed to be getting too profound, Zheli quickly stopped. Not wanting to continue pretending to be sophisticated, he pointed at the calligraphy and paintings and changed the topic, "There were also many calligraphy and paintings in the stone room, but then the landslide and the ground cracked, and all the calligraphy and paintings fell down with them."
Yes, both the handwriting and the diction are pretty good, I think."
Xia Zhaoyi followed what he pointed at and took a random look. As a result, what she looked at was the sentence that she paid the most attention to at the beginning.
The accumulated snow calms the storm, and the clouds welcome strangers.
"Visitor who has passed away." Xia Zhaoyi muttered softly.
"Does it mean dead people?" Zhi Li said.
"I like the word guest," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "There is still the sound of wind in the world, and I am the guest of heaven and earth."
"That's a good sentence," Zhili looked at the calligraphy and paintings all over the floor, "Where are they?"
"In my mind," Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "I wrote it myself."
"Senior Sister's literary talent is so good!" Zhili said immediately.
"Only a literacy level," Xia Zhaoyi said, looking at the calligraphy and paintings on the ground, and added, "It's one of the authors here. I finally know who it is."
