Only in this mountain, I don’t know where the clouds are.
"Has the Duke's order arrived?" General Sha asked the deputy general beside him.
"Not yet. But I can probably imagine that it's just something like being unable to hold on." The deputy general sneered.
If the Fang family belongs to the hawks, then Cheng Guogong Li Yi belongs to the doves.
Ever since he went north to fight against the barbarians, he changed the iron-blooded policy of Fang Zheng and Fang Ping and never took the initiative to attack.
A dignified prince was teased as a coward by others, but under his defense, the barbarians had never successfully invaded in the past decades.
"Cheer up the bastards down there. We probably won't be stable for a few more days." General Sha said vaguely, chewing a piece of dried mutton in his mouth.
"Yes, I am resigning."
General Sha waved his hand.
Jinling City.
Heaven and earth.
The ninth prince was lying on the lap of a delicate beauty, eating grapes fed by the beauty's delicate hands.
"Young Master, there is news from the princess." The beauty pursed her lips slightly and continued: "Jiu Jing's people have arrived."
Mr. Jiu opened his eyes, sat up, picked up a glass of wine, and poured it into his mouth.
"Finally we're here."
The beauty frowned slightly: "Is the woman in Jiujing that beautiful?"
Mr. Jiu glanced at her disdainfully: "You are vulgar fans, they are fairies. Can you compare?"
"Arrange it and get ready to take action."
The woman seemed a little aggrieved: "The group leader said it is not appropriate to have a grudge against Jiu Jing at this time."
Ninth Young Master's eyes were slightly cold: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Don't dare!" The woman knelt on the ground in fear.
Mr. Jiu got off the bed and gently touched the woman's hair: "Be good."
"Yes!" The woman's back was soaked with cold sweat.
Ninth Young Master turned around and looked out the window with the corner of his mouth raised: "I would like to taste this fairy."
Royal Palace.
Princess Zhaoyang knelt outside the palace until dawn, and just went to sleep.
The imperial doctors were busy coming in and out, although everyone knew that they were doing useless work.
The emperor kept waking up from a coma in the middle of the night.
All civil and military officials stood outside the palace early, waiting for the news.
The death of the emperor of any country is not a trivial matter.
This involves countless interest groups that are about to collapse. Countless people who have benefited from the imperial power have lost their backers.
There is also the successor of the next emperor. In order to obtain the merits of Conglong, investors use all their abilities to put the person they support on the throne.
This is a bit like the investors of Shanhai Academy. In fact, they are just a group of people.
What they get is not only money, but also rights and even a future.
Of course, this is not something that people at the bottom should consider.
Some people often say that financial freedom is the stepping stone to the upper class society.
For most people who live in a world where food and clothing cannot be enough, for them, it doesn't matter who the emperor is.
The important things are that the sky does not collapse, the earth does not sink, the food harvest is abundant, and the best is to eat meat. The clothes should be warm enough so that the cold does not kill anyone.
Marry a wife and have two or three children. The children must study, and only by studying can they move up.
Therefore, since the founding of the country, hundreds of schools of thought have entered the dynasty, but now only Legalism and Confucianism are the dominant ones.
The reason is simply that Legalism allows people to be safe, while Confucianism provides a channel for them to climb up.
If Legalism is a big net, no one will fall into the abyss.
So Confucianism is just a ladder, a ladder reaching the sky.
Many people like poplar trees, and even trees strive to be the best, let alone living people.
This upward force is the reason why Zhao Kingdom exists.