In the endless space, pure white is the only theme.
You can't see the sun here, and you can't see the earth. Looking around, there is only white except white.
Standing in the white space, Zhou Jun tried to move forward, and the scenery in front of him slowly changed.
Wishes of ink began to change, forming blurry figures that quickly passed by him, leaving behind some messy and difficult words before disappearing into the distance.
Soon, the originally pure white space began to be slowly stained with blood red.
Blood spurted out from countless cracks, gathering into rivers and pools of blood.
Pieces of corpses slowly emerged from the ground, forming a fortress like a hill.
Men, women, old people, children, countless people's wailing, crying, and cursing before death came together and resounded throughout the world.
Faced with all this, Zhou Jun closed his eyes in pain, hesitated for a long time, and finally took a step forward.
Take one step forward and everything starts to change again.
The blood and bones disappeared, and the surrounding gradually turned into a modern downtown.
Zhou Jun looked at the familiar feasting and feasting in front of him and stayed where he was, motionless.
Until, he saw a figure.
A middle-aged man with glasses and a kind expression looked at Zhou Jun, stretched out his hand and waved, beckoning the latter to come closer.
Zhou Jun hesitated for a moment, walked forward, and called softly: "Father."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "My son is Xu Xiao, but you are the king of the Tang Dynasty. Is it appropriate to call me that?"
Zhou Jun sighed: "I am Xu Xiao, and Xu Xiao is also me."
Xu's father shook his head and said, "My son, who is a policeman, always thinks about seeking justice. The things he faces every day are nothing compared to you."
Zhou Jun was a little confused: "What am I going to face...?"
Father Xu: "You... are changing history, don't you know?"
Zhou Jun was silent for a while and whispered: "I know, but this is all too difficult."
Father Xu: "Difficult? But so far, you have done a good job."
Zhou Jun: "No, when I say difficulty, I don't mean doing things, but here..."
Zhou Jun said while pointing his finger to his heart.
Xu's father looked at Zhou Jun and said slowly: "Those who achieve great things cannot do whatever they want. Many times, they must act vigorously and decisively, or even be willful. In the history books, this is a stage that every high-ranking person must go through."
Zhou Jun: "Those history books I read when I was a child were all given to me by you. Although I understand this truth, but..."
Xu's father: "However, if a person is not a saint, how can he be as ruthless as grass and trees? This is what you want to say, right?"
Zhou Jun took a long breath and nodded slightly.
Xu's father stopped talking, thought for a while, and then said to Zhou Jun: "Before the Anshi Rebellion, the Tang Dynasty had a population of 80 million. Over the past eight years, 60 million people died in wars and famine, and less than 20 million people survived.
.Of these 20 million people, one hundred and fifty years later, due to Huang Chao’s uprising and Zhu Wen’s rise to power, only less than a few million people survived.”
"Since the pre-Qin Dynasty, the history of China has been like this. It is like a crop field planted in spring and harvested in autumn. The people are the crops, and war is the sickle. After one crop is harvested, after winter, there will be a new one.
The stubble grows.”
"The monarchs of the past dynasties only stared at the crops and sickles, sitting on the harvested food, feeling proud, but they never raised their heads and looked into the distance. They never thought that sooner or later, on the other side of the ocean, there would be
A group of foreign powers with guns and cannons rushed into this cropland and took everything for themselves."
Zhou Jun: "You once told me about that period of history, how should I stop it next? Should I follow the trajectory of history, or find another way?"
Father Xu: "Don't limit your vision to individuals. You must see everyone, whether they are friends or foes, and look for the final answer from them."
After Zhou Jun thought for a while, he replied: "I remember you once said that there is never a right answer in history. The people who create history are the answers."
Father Xu nodded and smiled: "Yes, that's the truth. You are much smarter now."
After saying that, Father Xu raised his head and glanced at the sky, and said quietly to Zhou Jun: "Whether it is Xu Xiao or Zhou Jun, it is just a name. Your words, deeds, and actions are the traces you will leave in the world. By the way.
If you continue on your path, sooner or later, you will be able to write your own answers in the history books."
Seeing Xu's father's figure getting weaker and weaker, Zhou Jun couldn't help but said, "I have one last question."
Father Xu: "I know what you want to ask, but I can't give you the answer to this question."
Zhou Jun: "Then where should I find the answer?"
Xu's father said nothing.
Everything around him fell apart and eventually became nothingness.
Zhou Jun slowly opened his eyes on the bed, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and struggled to get up.
Zhou Jun sighed softly: "It's a dream."
Jie Qin, who was awakened by Zhou Jun's actions, opened her hazy sleepy eyes, covered her skin with the quilt, and called out in a low voice: "Erlang."
Zhou Jun helped Xie Qin cover the cup and said softly: "You are pregnant, don't get up and have a good rest."
Xie Qin subconsciously touched her bulging belly, nodded slightly, and soon fell asleep again.
Zhou Jun didn't like being served by servants. After getting out of bed, he didn't call the servants or servants. Instead, he tied up his clothes, opened the door and walked out.
When the chambermaids and palace maids on duty outside the door saw Zhou Jun coming out, they were so frightened that they quickly fell to their knees and called the Holy Lord.
Zhou Jun: "Cook some tea, get some snacks, and bring them to the study."
The chamberlains and maids quickly said yes.
Sitting in the study, Zhou Jun opened the book. Before he could read a few pages, a person came quickly outside the door.
Fan Jinian, the chamberlain's constant servant, called outside the door and said he wanted to see him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhou Jun agreed. When he saw Fan Jinian coming in out of breath, he couldn't help but said: "You are old, you should have a good rest at night."
Fan Jinian knelt on the ground and said: "Your Majesty is considerate of you, and I feel deeply for you... I happen to be on duty tonight, and the location is close to the palace. I heard people say that the emperor is awake, so I thought I would come and take a look."
Zhou Jun knew that Fan Jinian was afraid of the cold, so he asked the chamberlain to bring him a chair, let him sit down, and then said: "Although the Liangcheng Palace is large, there are few people living there. There is no need to arrange manpower in every place on weekdays."
, For example, the West Palace and the Hedian Palace can be temporarily closed to save manpower."
Fan Jinian was quietly rubbing his knees. When he heard Zhou Jun's words, he bowed and replied: "Your Majesty, don't be surprised if this old slave said something unpleasant."
Zhou Jun: "That's up to you."
Fan Jinian: "Your Majesty has been on the throne for several months. Apart from the Queen and a few concubines, there are no other concubines in the palace. Looking at the royal family of the Tang Dynasty, this is also very rare. If it is spread, it may attract criticism from outsiders.
It damages the dignity of the Tang Dynasty."
Zhou Jun: "What do you mean?"
Fan Jinian: "Your Majesty, when the new emperor ascends the throne, one of the first things to do is the draft. Although there are not three thousand beauties in the harem, at least there are hundreds of women in the palace. This is only natural."
Zhou Jun was a little amused: "Everything in the court is very heavy. I am busy with government affairs every day and rarely even take a rest. Why do we need so many concubines in the palace?"
When Fan Jinian heard this, he froze on the spot, his brain short-circuited for a moment.
The selection of concubines by the emperor is a matter of course, so how can it be regarded as useless?
Just as Fan Jinian was about to retort, Zhou Jun interrupted him and said, "I told you before that I went to Anxi Qiuci Town to pick up Golden Phoenix and her daughter. How are you doing now?"
Fan Jinian quickly replied: "I have already sent people on the road. I am afraid they have arrived in Shicheng Town."
Zhou Jun: "That's good. Sometimes there are too many people in the palace, and it looks lively. But if we get along for a long time, there will be gaps between each other, which is not a good thing."
These words sounded meaningful to Fan Jinian, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to speak again.
Zhou Jun asked Fan Jinian: "I heard that there are rumors in the palace that it is haunted?"
Hearing this, Fan Jinian said angrily: "Your Majesty, who is this nonsense talker who can kill a thousand swords? If I catch this, I will definitely kill him with a stick!"
Zhou Jun: "I also heard that during the Three-Day Massacre on the Yongding River, five thousand people were beheaded. Someone in the palace linked this incident to being haunted."
Fan Jinian was stunned and then said: "The people who were executed in Yongdinghe were all heinous criminals and deserved their death."
Zhou Jun: "The Queen suffered from a serious illness a few days ago. She has been feeling restless recently. Please be careful and don't let anything go wrong."
When Fan Jinian heard this, he thought it over and finally understood what Zhou Jun meant, and he bowed his head and said yes.