Zhan Changfeng bought the mansion, but unfortunately it had such a bad reputation that the craftsmen shuddered when they heard its name and did not dare to take on the work, so the guards could only do the repairs and decorations.
After cutting down a pile of wood, this group of former royal army men with swords squatted in a corner holding the "Wooden Sutra" to study.
"It will probably take a while. Let's fix the roof first." Zhan Changfeng said to Jiang Wei.
Former royal military man, "..."
It seems that he has already felt the disgust from His Highness the Crown Prince.
There was a clear sound in the sky, Zhan Changfeng stretched out his arm, and a black-feathered falcon landed on it, "I can't sleep, but you are heavy again."
Xin Falcon tilted his head and looked at her, curled up one of his legs, and tied a small bamboo tube to his leg.
Zhan Changfeng untied the bamboo tube and walked into a temporarily tidied room.
Inside the bamboo tube is a roll of paper.
It's funny to say that before, she wrote four words to Yi Chang: "I want to be the emperor."
Yi Shang replied: Who is Li Chonghua?
Who is he?
Just an ignorant traitor who was manipulated.
Zhan Changfeng spread out a piece of paper, but couldn't put down the pen.
Yi Shang's choice is too important to her. She has the possibility that she wants to see most.
It was also because of this possibility that Zhan Changfeng came to Yizhou and wanted to "become a god".
If Yi Shang didn't meet her expectations, she might not be interested in paying attention to this land anymore.
Thinking of this, Zhan Changfeng put down her untouched pen. Maybe she shouldn't just focus on Yi Chang.
The rulers took three thousand years to establish a solid ideological model of the centralized system. How could she hope to use one person and several years to reshape it.
But if the world falls into real chaos, on the one hand, order and morality will be broken, on the other hand, it will also be an excellent opportunity to clear away the evil and establish a new order.
"Although ambitious people from all walks of life are ready to make a move, they have not yet started a war. In the final analysis, it is still peaceful. If a war breaks out, the opportunity will appear soon."
The strong wind caressed the Xin Falcon's back, causing a slight sway. This time is also the most suitable time to control the situation and stop losses.
As long as she admits Li Chonghua's identity to Yi Chang, assassinates Li Hao, and cooperates with the remaining power in the imperial city, Yi Chang can assist Li Chonghua to stabilize the country in the shortest possible time.
Even if some princes ignore the orthodoxy and the bloodline of the lord and insist on starting a war, it will only be a regional war and will not affect the people of the world.
Should we repair the cracked land and let it move forward along its established trajectory, or should we give it a hammer, break it into pieces, and shape a new historical direction?
Can she bear the blood flowing into a river after a hammer blow?
The weather has begun to get warmer, but Zhan Changfeng feels colder and colder. How did the rulers before her make decisions that affected the course of history?
Didn’t the first surviving humans feel a sense of injustice when they objectified women?
When the first person in power divided the aristocracy and the common people, was it just to facilitate the rule, regardless of historical retrogression?
Over the past three thousand years, there have been many people and organizations who have inherited the truth of the previous civilization, and how they have carried the banner of freedom and equality, and in the excuse of "racial reproduction", have sat back and watched all kinds of filth and injustice that have harmed thousands of years.
Over a long period of time, there have been 400 million people in China, but no ruler has tried to change this backward system.
What Zhan Changfeng saw from the history books was only constant destruction and strangulation, and in the end only the Yi family hid the truth.
And this truth is kept on the shelf, and no one wants to touch it.
Human beings are really arrogant and pathetic creatures. They create history, and they also bear the burden and malice of history.
But when I think about it, those decisions in the past may seem imperfect now, but it cannot be denied that they must be the result of many decisions at that time, and their existence has its own objective rationality.
It's just that the power of decision-making is in the hands of a few people.
Is it her turn to make this kind of choice now?
Why does she want change, anger, or revision of history?
Maybe she should re-examine her purpose, and Yi Shang also needs to understand the true meaning of war.
Zhan Changfeng's thoughts temporarily stopped, but this did not hinder her action.
She really wanted to know what level the people who could destroy or reborn a world with a snap of their fingers belonged to, and what that unknown world looked like.
The Yi family has been sitting on the land of China for at least eight hundred years. Even though they have never seen real gods or immortals, they still know some strangers who have come into the world or come out of the world, but they are like parallel lines and do not interfere with each other.
If she can't find them, let them come to her.
Deifying yourself can not only expand your influence, but also attract others.
But rumors alone are not enough.
Zhan Changfeng's eyes are slightly raised at the end, what if the magic of immortality is added to it.
First, she used her reputation as a suppressor of the haunted house to build momentum, and then spread rumors that she had the power of immortality, which seemed true but not true. Then she invited people to the mountain to see who would come.
She is not afraid that she will not be able to get over it in the end. If she is truly virtuous, her age and gender can be seen at a glance. At most, she will be given a nickname that deceives the world and steals her reputation.
It’s just that the details still need to be designed.
Zhan Changfeng was concentrating on perfecting his thoughts, when suddenly the Xin Falcon gave a sharp sound and flapped its wings vigorously towards the closed window, fierce and uneasy.
"Ling," Zhan Changfeng reached out to block its head, gently stroked it from its head to the back of its neck, and took it up his left arm.
Xin Falcon calmed down under her comfort, but his sharp eyes were still staring at the window.
She has raised this letter falcon for six years, and it is so proud that it can compete with the prince like her. It is rare that he feels like he is facing a formidable enemy.
Zhan Changfeng opened the window, and it was already dark outside. The red lanterns on the eaves had been hung up, making the bleak house look a little sad.
The guard guarding the door saw her and saluted her.
Nothing unusual.
And with her skill, she didn't notice any danger just now.
The letter falcon flew out, hovered over the house for a long time, then landed on the window coffin and combed its feathers.
Zhan Changfeng frowned and ordered the guards, "Be alert during the night watch. If anything goes wrong, call someone immediately."
The guards roared in response.
It's night silence
The wind in early spring was cold and cold, like a knife being scraped on the face. The guards of Han Laosan's team finished changing their posts and went back to rest.
Halfway through, Han Laosan ran out of the queue and said, "Report to the deputy lieutenant that my subordinates are requesting relief."
"Go ahead and return to your home as soon as possible."
"It's an order."
Han Laosan rubbed his frozen face and walked southeast.
A part of the wall here collapsed, and before they had time to repair it, they crossed over to the woods. Han Laosan was holding his urine and rushed under a tree. He took off his belt halfway and saw a figure not far away. The coldness frightened him.
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The moon was dark and the wind was high, so Han Laosan couldn't see clearly, but from the outline, he looked like a strong man with a knife stuck next to him, facing the tree.
Are you scaring yourself?
Han Laosan laughed sarcastically and continued to explain, "Brother, you came down from the front yard after changing your post. Oh my god, I'm freezing to death."
"Brother, you came down from your job in the front yard. Oh my god, I'm freezing to death."
A shiver ran through his heart, and he held back half of his urine. Han Laosan hurriedly tied on his belt, pulled out the knife stuck to the side, and his face was beaten like a piece of pig iron by the cold wind.
"Brother, it's not easy to joke around in the wilderness."
The figure also drew his knife and turned to him.
"Brother, it's not easy to joke around in the wilderness."