Established a millennium family since King Wu defeated Zhou

Chapter 421
"Your Majesty! Treat your family well!"

The headless general in torn armor, the head held in his hands is opening and closing talking, and bright red blood is still gushing out of his mouth, like a well dug from the ground, surging out, as if it never ends.

"Your Majesty! I am loyal to you!"

The general whose heart was pierced by thousands of arrows, the armor on his body was torn apart, but he never fell down.

"Your Majesty, open your eyes and look at us, it hurts so much."

The corpses of soldiers and soldiers, with burns all over their bodies and faces, seemed to have walked out of the magma of the endless hell. Their faces were extremely hideous, and anyone could feel the boundless pain they experienced before they died.

"Your Majesty, do you remember us?
Do you remember us!
Do you remember us! "

Countless voices, like thunder roaring, like divine sounds descending from the sky, rang in the ears, lingered in the brain, and then were thoroughly engraved in the brain, all the time, like a bell and a drum, hammering heavily.

"I remember!"

In the bedroom, the emperor woke up from a deep sleep, sat up suddenly, panting heavily, his face was extremely pale, and his whole body was completely soaked in cold sweat.

The slender and graceful beauty was awakened by the emperor, then hugged the emperor, and softly comforted him: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

"I am powerless!

I am incompetent! "

The emperor hugged the beauty and wept bitterly.

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The cold wind blew across Chang'an, and the pure white snowflakes fell on the city, and soon covered every corner.

The biting cold made people feel cold, and the oppressive atmosphere shrouded Chang'an, Guanzhong, and even the world. Indistinctly, countless wailing sounds came.

This is the case no matter those prominent marquis' mansions or ordinary houses, no one can count how many houses are hung with silk.

This is just Chang'an, and if you look at Guanzhong, it can be said that every household has plain clothes.

Changle Palace.

In the emperor's sleeping hall, countless auspicious clouds are depicted, and there are spirit beasts everywhere on the corridor pillars, phoenixes take off, unicorns offer blessings, and spirit turtles offer beads, all showing auspicious scenes.

However, the maids and eunuchs who were waiting in the palace all lowered their heads, and their footsteps fell silently. No one dared to make a sound, only the burning oil lamp made crackling sounds from time to time, pulling the figures back and forth into a commotion. It's long and erratic.

The emperor Liu Jin lay quietly on the bed, the curtain was drawn down, no one could see his face clearly, only a slender figure could be seen, sitting cross-legged on the couch, Liu Jin was lying on her lap, listening a few times Liu Jin's trembling figure gradually calmed down with the indistinct soft voice.

There was a burst of dense but very light footsteps, and the eunuch tried his best to suppress his shrill voice and said: "Your Majesty, there is news from Zhaocheng that Mr. Zhao is bedridden and cannot come to Chang'an."

The emperor Liu Jin, who had just calmed down, trembled again, and couldn't help saying: "My uncle left me, I lost the battle, my cousin left me, I lost the battle again, and now Mr. Zhao is about to pass away.

Lost the virtuous courtiers and assistants, and only me, a mediocre monarch, is left. Isn't this the cause of the disaster?

Isn't it that God does not favor big men?
How should I do it?

Queen, what do you think I should do? "

The queen could only hug the emperor tightly, but she didn't know what to say to comfort the emperor of the empire.

Fifteen years have passed since the death of Emperor Gaozong Xiaowu.

But the situation in the country is not as bold as Liu Che expected.

In the first five years of Liu Jin's accession to the throne, Wei Qing, in accordance with Liu Che's established national strategy, began to restore the country's treasury reserves to deal with possible rebellions and natural disasters.

In the fifth year, Wei Qing died of illness due to a recurrence of an old injury. The imperial court experienced a brief period of painful adjustments. The news spread to the southwest, and those barbarian aborigines who rebelled from time to time rebelled again.

Emperor Liu Jin, who was in full control of the power, began to deploy troops to the southwest according to the previous preparations, and was determined to learn from his father and lead the entire war against the southwestern barbarians.

Liu Jin cannot be said to be an incompetent emperor, but he is really not very good at martial arts.

Governing the country is still sloppy, barely forcing Xiao Guicao to follow, but when fighting a war, he looks at the north in a hurry. He loses every time, and he keeps fighting without self-knowledge. Holy king, let the barbarians obey."

So under the command of Liu Jin's micromanagement, the court's war against the Southwestern Yi suffered a huge failure.

In the endless uninhabited land with hundreds of thousands of mountains, in the countless mountains and forests, the Han army from the Central Plains encountered hellish scenes, unknown epidemics, barbarians who appeared and disappeared, everything was related to the Central Plains and grasslands. With such a difference, even the most sophisticated armor became a burden, and more than 20 people were killed in the desolate mountains and forests.

More than [-] lieutenants and princes and kings died on the southwest battlefield.

Although such a huge loss was sad, it did not frighten the big man. Whether it was the Hou's mansion who died in the liehou, or the good family who died in the battle, everyone held back their energy and wanted to go back.

But the emperor withered straight away and had nightmares all day long, so he didn't dare to raise troops to fight again. The prime minister and other civilized officials also didn't agree to fight anymore, because the court had no money and the power of the people was also greatly wasted.

"Your Majesty, Duke Zhao has another letter to send."

The emperor suddenly woke up and said, "Hurry up and pass the letter over."

In Zhaocheng, Luo Wuji was bedridden, but that general who was invincible on the battlefield back then had reached the point where he couldn't even get out of bed.

The most unacceptable thing for him is that he is not sick!

No matter how the doctor checks, there is nothing wrong with his body, and then he thinks of his brother Huo Qubing, the proud young man at the time is the same, even medicine charms can't cure, because medicine charms can only cure diseases, and he Facing fate with Huo Qubing.

What can be cured is disease, what cannot be cured is life!

Luo Wuji sighed slightly as he recalled the letter he had sent to Chang'an.

"Son of Heaven, I have no problem submitting the submission.

The first emperor obtained the mandate of heaven, so he created a feat comparable to that of a holy king. Is this something that every emperor can obtain?
Because of the trust of the late emperor, I got the marquis of eight thousand households. I am grateful for the kindness of the late emperor, so I want to repay you.

It's just that people have a limited lifespan, and they are going to be ahead of you.

Before dying, I have some words to advise you.

The position of the son of heaven is bestowed by heaven.

But the emperor's prestige is obtained by the emperor himself.

Those who are good at hunting should not go fishing, those who are good at farming should not go to herds, and those who are good at martial arts should not pursue martial arts. This is the principle of doing things.

Is there any merit in life in this world?
In this world, is everything impossible?
Presumably not.

Follow your strengths, use them, can't you be successful?
Emperor Xiaowen did not fight the Huns, so he created the rule of Xiaowen. The first emperor fought with the Huns, so he created martial arts comparable to the sage kings. This is the way to become a sage king.

It is commendable that you followed the example of Emperor Xiaowen in governing the country, but it is not worth mentioning that you followed the example of Emperor Xiaowu in conquest.

The defeat of the Southern Kingdom has already damaged your prestige. If the damage continues, it will touch your foundation. Can the position of the Son of Heaven still be stable?
I am worried about you!

The minister is worried about the country of the great man!

So establishing the prestige of the emperor is the most important thing for you now,
The Southern Kingdom was defeated, and I know that you don't want to fight anymore, but you should not let them know, and you should not let them think you are afraid.

You must not be like this now, people in the world say that you are afraid of the southern country like a tiger!

You are the Son of Heaven, if the Son of Heaven cannot cheer up, how will Zhu Xia's unyielding spirit be displayed?

But the minister also does not agree to fight again, because the imperial treasury is empty, and if there is another fight, the tax will be increased. It is a battle of fishing in the dry lake.

I have never heard that long-term gambling can win.

You should let the people of the country know that you dare to fight, and you should let the people of the country know that you do not want to increase the burden of the world. Presumably by doing this, your prestige will not be affected. "

After reading it, the emperor burst into tears.

　The beginning of this volume, I hope you like it.

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