In the palace, the capital, Tai'anfang, Beishi, and every corner, people are still busy with their own affairs, but there is always an unspeakable sense of depression in the air.
The largest dynasty in Zhongzhou and the most powerful dynasty has never been so embarrassed.
When things have reached this point, in fact, even if we win on the third day, this stain will still be difficult to wash away.
Thirty-two guards holding wooden targets high in the fence were shot to the ground by wooden arrows. They gritted their teeth to hold on, knelt down on one knee, knelt down on both knees, fell, struggled to stand up, and then
He was shot to the ground. No blood was seen, but he was scarred. No injuries were seen, but his flesh and blood were blurred.
The figures of the thirty-two imperial guards were indelible in the hearts of the people.
Every citizen watching the martial arts performance was asking in their hearts, who will seek justice for them?
The people even resented the emperor and his courtiers.
Anger is always public.
No one cares about one person's anger.
Only the anger of a group of people will attract attention.
Because the anger of a group of people is called real anger, and this anger will swallow up "order".
As night fell, many people went to Jingzhao Mansion and just stood there. They asked the civil servants and soldiers coming in and out about the thirty-two "troops" who finally fell to the ground and could not get up while holding targets.
Has it been sent to the hospital? Is there any medical fee? If not, please contribute.
Many people can't tell the difference between imperial guards and ordinary soldiers, tigers, elites, and rough men. They only know that they are all military units, and the military units are all very poor.
The thirty-two troops seem to represent the unyielding and tenacity of the people. Even if they are tortured, they still grit their teeth and persevere.
More and more people gathered together, asking about the status of the thirty-two soldiers. It must have hurt a lot to be shot by so many wooden arrows.
Even though they were humiliated again today, the thirty-two soldiers saved the last bit of face for everyone. They did not run away or lie on the ground and pretend to be dead. They still held up the target and let the elite cavalry and archery battalions shoot arrows.
Even though the soldiers of the cavalry and archery battalion had thrown away their bows and arrows and mounted their horses, they were about to knock down the riders of other foreign missions to the ground.
When the people in the Jingzhao Mansion said that they were imperial guards and had been treated by the imperial doctor, the people were relieved. After caring for him, they became angry.
They want justice for the thirty-two soldiers.
The Beijing Guards were dispatched and began to disperse the people, who became increasingly restless.
When Chu Qing got the letter, he was in the squad room and asked Tan Ma to go to the streets, fearing that someone would add fuel to the fire.
Jiang Yuesheng was very confused. Why did the people in the capital, who had always been as docile as lambs, dare to gather in a crowd and say they wanted justice?
"Justice?" Chu Qing propped up his chin, feeling an unspeakable sense of depression in his heart: "Who should I turn to for justice? Honglu Temple, the courtiers, or the aristocratic family?"
Chu Qing knew that the root cause of everything was not what happened to Liang Rong, but what happened to Dachang Dynasty. Just as Fu San said, a hundred years ago, fifty years ago, let alone a wooden arrow hitting the imperial guard,
Even if a foreign envoy comes to Changjing with a bowstring, the country will easily be destroyed.
The people want justice, but who can give it to the aristocratic families who have brought this country into a state of chaos?
Justice, justice, the most luxurious thing in the world.
It is even more ridiculous for the people to want justice.
If you want rice, I can give it to you.
If you want freedom, I can give it to you.
Even if you want land, wages, or a chance to get ahead, we can give it to you.
But justice is required. I'm sorry, but this justice cannot be given to you. If justice is given to the people, we, our courtiers, and our family will be wiped out.
Chu Qing lowered his head and always sighed.
Even Fu San didn't know how to comfort him.
Different from yesterday's situation, if he lost the equestrian event, he could still say that there were two sides to the matter, and Honglu Temple would be in bad luck.
But today, it's not a loss, but something even more painful and angry.
"Go to bed early."
Chu Qing has not returned home for several days. I think his father must have been drinking today, drinking boring wine, drinking sad wine, and drinking bitter wine.
That night, many of the generals in the capital were eager to rush into the Fan Hall of Honglu Temple with their swords and kill the Liangrong people.
Lying on the bed in a daze, Chu Qing slept very uneasily.
For the first time, he was so scared that he trembled.
If we lose again tomorrow, the consequences will be really serious. The people will be disappointed. This disappointment will continue to erode the already not straight backbone of Dachang Dynasty. When this spine is completely crushed, Dachang Dynasty,
It's really going to end.
Suddenly, Chu Qing remembered Changxian. What Changxian said to him was that he had met an old Taoist priest and said that Changxian was the last emperor of the Chang Dynasty. What the hell was he called Emperor Shang?
At first, Chu Qing thought it was ridiculous, how capable Chang Xian must be to break up a huge country and destroy it.
Looking back now, the so-called aristocratic families have already buried bombs in every corner, just waiting for a scapegoat to appear and ignite these bombs. Then these so-called aristocratic families will support another person to come to power and continue to bury bombs, and the cycle starts over and over again.
That’s why there is such a saying as a century-old dynasty and a thousand-year family.
Yes, a thousand-year-old family destroyed a century-old dynasty.
When the Dachang Dynasty was first established, the founding emperor was decisive in his killing spree. No matter what family or clan, they were all forced to kneel on the ground. Not to mention planting bombs. The generations of emperors after the founding emperor were all bombs.
, whoever dares to say that he is from a noble family will die.
Looking back now, there are as many aristocratic families as there are dogs, and the wealthy families are everywhere. The wealthy families everywhere and the aristocratic families who are like wild dogs are the culprits of all this.
The backbone and dignity of the country come from the common people, and all walks of life are supported by the common people. However, aristocratic families and powerful families are bullying the common people and sucking the flesh and blood of the common people. If the common people have lost their backbone and dignity, how can the country still have the backbone and dignity?
Thinking wildly, Chu Qing went to sleep, while Fu San stood guard outside the door, watching the visiting horses coming and going, and his thoughts drifted to the north.
In the north, at the border, it is usually a good thing to cut down the Liang people. You can cut them down if you want without any reason. But when you return to the capital, you will not be allowed to cut them down, even if you are humiliated by Liang Rong.
What is this thing called?
The night passed like this, without Fu San calling, Chu Qing sat up from the bed.
After washing and eating, Chu Qing changed into the noble clothes that he rarely wore, showed a big smile, waved his hand, and left to perform martial arts to watch Su Wei show off the prestige of our country!
Chu Qing believed, believed beyond belief that Su Wei, the elite among the elites of Dachang Dynasty, would definitely kill Liang Rong to pieces!
When I arrived at the martial arts arena, I squatted in the familiar corner of the stand, waiting, and cheering silently.
The people showed up, queuing up in a long line, still smiling, still looking forward to it, even more people than the previous two days.
Chu Qing was extremely moved.
These are the people of Changjing and the people of Chang Dynasty. They cannot write the word hope. They only know that they have to come here to cheer for the good men of Dachang Dynasty.
The king and his ministers came, the emperor ascended to the highest place, the snow fell again, and the strong wind howled.
Surrounded by strong winds and blizzards, Su Wei appeared and knelt on one knee in front of the stands.
Tens of thousands of people burst into loud shouts.