Chapter 998 - Chapter 998: Loyal to what monarch?
Chapter 998: Loyal to what monarch?
Translator: 549690339
However, Xu Qi ‘an was only a rank-four martial artist. He did not need to know these secrets. If he Knew Too Much, he would be harmed.
Disheartened, Wang shoufu picked up his cup of tea and took a sip to warm his cold heart.
“You know that the food shortage was controlled by yuan jing?” Xu Qi ‘an asked.
“Cough cough .
Chief Assistant Wang choked in shock and coughed violently. The tea did not warm his heart but scalded his mouth.
“You also know about it?”
The chief advisor looked at him in shock.
“I’m here to ask Lord Chief Assistant for a favor!”
Xu Qi ‘an’s eyes, which contained Qi observation technique, stared at him intently.
It was not until dusk that Xu Qi ‘an and Lin’ an left the Wang Fu.
After sending the two off, Wang simu walked straight to the study. The bright candlelight shone through the paper plaid door.
Thump thump!
She raised her hand and her slender fingers clasped twice.
“Come in!”
Wang zhenwen’s voice was heard.
Wang si mu pushed the door open and smelled the burning smell of paper. She turned her head and saw her father, Wang zhenwen, sitting at the Round Table. There was a stack of books, a few paintings, and a few calligraphic works on his lap. He was throwing them one by one into the brazier by his feet.
“Father, what are you burning?”
Wang si mu slowly walked over.
“Burn some things written by young and ignorant people.”
Wang zhenwen lowered his head and stared at the fire devouring the paper. There seemed to be fire dancing in his eyes.
“Father, I’ll help you.”
Wang simu sat down beside him, and without any explanation, he picked up a piece of ink and unfurled it. He said in surprise,
“This, this is a poem that you wrote in the past. His Majesty even praised you for your stunning poems.”
Wang zhenwen’s poems were quite well written. When he was young, he would often participate in poetry gatherings. For the greater part of his life, he had a few poems that he was very proud of.
This was a seven-law poem about loyalty to the Emperor, and it was written so deeply that it moved one’s soul.
After being praised by yuan Jing, Wang zhenwen was very proud. He hung it on the wall for nearly thirty years.
“Burn it.”
Wang zhenwen snatched the poem from his daughter’s hands and threw it into the brazier. The fire instantly rose and swallowed this treasured piece of calligraphy that was even older than Wang simu.
Wang simu was extremely anxious. He turned around to look at his father and was stunned.
Tears streamed down Wang zhenwen’s face.
“Dad?”
Wang si mu said in a trembling voice.
“What father doesn’t agree with is his philosophy of governing the world. It’s too overbearing and too unfeeling. The officialdom did not belong to one person, but a group of people. Only by roping in a group of people could he suppress a group of people. Then how could he rope them in?
She had never seen her father cry in her entire life. For a moment, she felt as if the sky had fallen.
Wang zhenwen stared at the flames in the brazier and said in a low voice, “Father and Wei Yuan have fought for most of their lives. His father had nothing to criticize about his character. To be honest, he was very impressed!
“What father doesn’t agree with is his philosophy of governing the world. It’s too overbearing and too unfeeling. The officialdom did not belong to one person, but a group of people. Only by roping in a group of people could he suppress a group of people. Then how could he rope them in? If you want others to listen to you, you have to feed them.
“I don’t care about corrupt officials, as long as they can do things. The honest and upright officials who only spoke empty words would harm the country and the people. There were too few officials who could do things but were also upright and plaintive. One could not count on these rare people to govern the country.
“Wei Yuan is such a rare person. He can tolerate small greed, but he can’t tolerate big greed. He could tolerate small evil, but he could not tolerate big evil. A few years ago, he wanted to fix the atmosphere of the small officials, but I pushed him back. Isn’t this nonsense? if you want to fix the people under you, you must first clean up the people above.
but the people up there can’t be cleaned. Simu, do you know why? ”
Wang simu pursed her lips and probed, “Your Majesty?”
Wang zhenwen did not nod or shake his head. He sighed. “Now that Wei Yuan has died in battle, His Majesty is not even willing to give his name to someone who has dedicated most of his life to Da Feng.
“But father is burning these today not because he is heartless, but because he is the most heartless of the imperial family. Sitting in that position, no matter how cold he is, there is no problem. There were many people like Wei Yuan in the history books, and there would be more in the future.
Father’s heart ached because he couldn’t do anything. More than 80000 soldiers sacrificed their lives for Da Feng, leaving more than 80000 families with orphans and widows. Once this battle is declared a defeat, the compensation will be halved ..
Wang zhenwen stretched out his right hand and stared at the thick calluses on his hand, which had been formed from holding a brush for many years. He was both mentally and physically exhausted.
“I’ve been holding a brush for decades, but I can’t even pick up a knife. I can’t bear to see him destroy the six hundred years of Foundation of my ancestors, but I can’t do anything. He was usually glorious and did not have any military power in his hands. All the power was given by the Emperor and could be taken back at any time. A useless scholar, a useless scholar.
father has read the books of Saints all his life, and all of them are about being loyal to the Emperor, loyal to the Emperor, loyal to the Emperor. Father would like to ask ya Sheng Cheng, what kind of Emperor are you loyal to? ” He suddenly got up and kicked the brazier away, causing sparks to burst out.
“Loyal to what f * cking Monarch!”
At seven o ‘clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Emperor Yuan jing was wearing a bright yellow Dragon robe and a pearl crown on his head. He had a strict aura.
He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the star-observing tower that towered into the clouds.
After a long time, he turned around and returned to his bedroom. The old eunuch was about to follow him in when he heard Emperor Yuan jing’s dignified and cold voice, ”
“No need to follow me.”
The old eunuch stopped outside.
After entering the bedroom, Emperor Yuan jing walked on the smooth floor with his head lowered. Step by step, he seemed to be measuring something.
After a dozen steps, he stopped. Emperor Yuan jing’s fingertip had cut his wrist, and blood was flowing.
It formed a twisted, strange formation pattern on the ground.
After the formation was formed, Emperor Yuan jing took out a transparent pearl the size of a fist. There was an eyeball in the Pearl, and it stared at Emperor Yuan jing coldly.
This was the Supreme treasure of the witch God religion, and one of the witch God’s eyes was sealed in it..