Chapter 70: : How the monarch is made

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"A successful monarch knows how to use the hearts of the people. He will appease the hearts of the people, even support the use of religion, and let the people be content with the status quo. In this way, dissatisfaction with the present world can be expected in the afterlife instead of seeking violent methods in the present world to change destiny. "
"Monarchy" is just a booklet, there is not so much content until the end of the famine. So I combined it with the "Reverse Classics" written by Zhao Shi of Tang Dynasty to make it more Chinese and delay more time. Monson had completely put down the playboy's mask in front of me, looking attentive when listening. Every time I hear a new theory, I am full of praise and express my opinion from time to time.
"People's hearts are so important? Father Lu and his son have never put people's hearts in their hearts." He pondered for a moment and asked me with his eyes raised.
I said rightly: "This is where the father and son of the Lu family failed. Those who trample on the people's heart are eventually abandoned by the people. The people's heart is water, and the monarchy is the boat. Water can carry the boat, and it can cover the boat. So no matter what dirty is used in the background Dirty means should also maintain a good image among the people."
Monson meditated and nodded if he understood: "It is the most convenient way to appease people's hearts with religion so that they will no longer fight." He stood up and chuckled mockingly, "Lu Guangtu has Roche The mage was on the side, but he didn’t know how to use it. It was really stupid."
He walked indoors with his hands pacing, and then looked at me, he smiled deeply: "I will be on the throne in the future, and I will honor the Master as the State Master, and I will promote the Dharma."
I laughed without answering. After Meng Xun captured Gu Zang in the future, he did believe in Buddhism and advocated Buddhism, but Roche was already in Chang'an. Meng Xun respected the Western region monk Tan Wuhen as a national teacher, and also learned that Yao Xing opened a translation site in Gu Zang, and translated more than a dozen classic Buddhist scriptures such as "The Great Nirvana Sutra".
Seeing Monson, who was slowly pacing and supporting the waist with his hands to soothe his muscles and bones, the domineering and traits of the monarch had already unfolded on him. Liangzhou suffered a series of tragedies in the hands of the Lu family. The famine is not the one I am facing now. In Monson's hands, the city's residents grew to more than 200,000, and there is no longer any record of famine in the history books. His son Juqu Muqian was very learned and reused many Han Confucian scholars. When the Northern Wei Dynasty was extinguished and the Northern Liang Dynasty was extinguished, it was these Confucian scholars. Shi Shu said that since then, Wei's Confucianism began to vibrate. It can be seen that Liangzhou is much stronger in economy and culture than Zhu Lu in the hands of Monson. And his cultivation of the second generation is also an extraordinary one among the sixteen kingdoms of "Lao Zi Hero Bastard".
In the "Book of Jin", the conclusion about Monson's coffin is: "Monson came from Yidi, and he is good at manning frontier fortresses.... He is called Bai Baijian, Nanliang pleases peace; he is sent to Danling, and Bei Kou Binfu. Even if you can kill a family member, you can also kill all of you.

"Seeing profit and forgetting righteousness, culminating in ruining family", this sentence stereotyped him. When the world mentions Monson, it is his cunning betrayal, using the sword of Duan Ye to remove the male, and killing Duan Ye to take the throne. But are the despicable methods used by these individuals in their struggle for power important to the people of Liangzhou?
I carried two buckets of miscellaneous grains and walked out the door of Monson's house. Looking up at the sky, still haze. Although the snow has stopped, the cold wind still resembles a knife, cutting out the despair in my heart. When will this winter end? I really want to shout to vent, but even such a shout, I don't have enough energy.
With a sigh, the grain bag on the back was turned upright and walked towards the house. In any case, with food, we have hope to survive.
A ten-year-old kid ran head-on on the street with a few silhouettes, holding a black, furry thing in his hand. Looking backwards while escaping, almost hit me. Someone was chasing this child, listening to the childish cry, it was a younger child.
When the chasing child passed me, I shouted, "Chaoer, what are you doing?"
Murongchao stepped on his feet, suddenly unable to support himself, and was paralyzed in the street. I quickly stepped forward and put down the food bag to support him. Xiao Murong's face was very gray, blood clots on his forehead, and there were several tears on his jacket, blood and black hair stuck to his hands, I don't know what it was. The other hand still clutched a broken basket.
"Auntie!" He saw me and burst into tears.
"Chaoer, what's wrong?" I took the veil from my arms and wiped tears for him. Then wipe the wound on his face, "How come there is blood? Did you fight with someone?"
"He snatched my mouse!" He pointed in the direction the kid ran. Let me take a look, it's already gone.
A little disgusted, frowned: "Mouse?"
Murongchao ignored the expression on my face and only nodded in grievance: "Chaoer didn't eat yesterday's meal and crumpled it into baits for bait. Today I waited in the ditch for a long time before I waited for a mouse to be hooked."
It turned out that the basket was used to catch mice, he really wanted to figure it out. Gently patted the dust on his face and asked softly, "What about later?"
"This mouse is very large, and it took a lot of effort to strangle the mouse. Just about to wash it and take it home, it was robbed!"
He buried his head in my arms and wept bitterly. Tears flowed from the large, dark eyes, flushing the dusty face, revealing a few lines of pure skin. The heart-shaped little face wrinkled up, making me sad. After the new year, he was just four years old, and he didn't eat a day, fighting a mouse. It must have been strenuous to strangle the mouse, and it would have to be beaten by the older child.
Sighing, he lifted his shoulder to comfort: "Chaoer doesn't cry, go home with her aunt. Aunt has food, let's go back and cook."
Turning his head about to carry a grain bag, he found a middle-aged man across the street, his eyes drooling straight at my bag. Suddenly cold and sweating, he quickly hugged the grain bag into his arms, jumped up and pulled Murong Chao to run. The man strode forward and pulled my collar back. The collar pinched my throat, and desperately waved his hand backwards, but to no avail.
He just reached into his arms and suddenly heard a scream from the man. The collar was loose and I heard another cry of pain. It’s super!
Holding his throat to breathe hard, he saw the man rubbing his feet. Chaoer lay on the ground with blood marks on the corners of her mouth. He actually bit the man's leg! I rushed up to support Chaoer, and it was another distress. He reached into his arms and pulled out the anesthesia gun. I was about to shoot the man, and suddenly saw a tall figure in the distance rushing straight here. From his clothes, I immediately recognized that it was Monson!
I quickly put away the anesthesia gun. Since Monson is here, I will definitely intervene to help me. So I can't let him see that I have such advanced weapons. While I was hesitating, the man took the opportunity to carry a grain bag and planned to escape. I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, so I had to hold back time so that Monson could catch up.
The man was desperately thrown, and a punch was punched on my forehead, staring at Venus. As soon as his hand was released, he was bowed up by another tingle. He actually pulled my hair, or he was not a man! Very annoyed in his heart, just gave him a shot.
"stop!"
Hold my hand and let go immediately. I didn't stand, collapsed on the cold snow, and then I felt my scalp hurt. Hearing a few hard blows in his ear, the man groaned painfully.
"Get off!" The fierce and violent voice was cold, "Let me see you again, it's a dead end!"
I propped up halfway and saw the man clutching his stomach, full of fear, and fled with a limp. An angry, broad face came to me, crouched down, and picked me up.
"Let me down!" I shouted weakly, turning my head to see if anyone would see his move.
Monson walked forward expressionlessly: "Don't move, take you back to the house to treat the wound."
Seeing me still struggling, he lowered his head and sneered: "Or, do you want the mage to see your embarrassment?"
I didn't move at the moment and didn't dare to look at his vicious eagle's eyes, but I still insisted: "Then let me down, I can go by myself."
He looked at me in his arms and shook his head with a sigh: "Who said that the Han women are gentle and pleasant?"
Put me down, make sure I can go, and sigh: "You are so thin, but more stubborn than the Huns."
I have no time to answer him, the most important thing is that the grain is kept. Stroking his forehead and going to carry the grain bag on the ground, he strode forward and grabbed the grain with only one hand. I'm going to pick up Murong Chao who is still lying on the ground, and he strode up to hold Murong Chao in one hand. To my mouth: "Let's go..."
When he arrived at Monson House, he asked his men to hit the hot water and found Jin Chuang Yao. I leaned my head away from the hand that he was going to apply me ointment, and thanked him solemnly: "Thank you, General, for your life-saving grace."
He withdrew his hand, feeling a little sad. She still stretched her face and pushed the ointment in front of me. I took it, called Murong Chao, washed his wounds, and applied ointment.
"By the way, how will the little general appear?" I asked Murongchao while he treated the wound.
"When exactly will you be willing to call me humiliated?" he said, but he did not answer.
I was shocked: "Is this important?"
"It doesn't matter, whatever you want." He grumbled and tilted his head, "You are a weak woman, carrying so much food, it's strange not to be swallowed up by life."
I am silent. It's not that I haven't considered the safety issue, but I dare not let Rosh know how this grain came from. Today is the second day for Monson, and I sneaked into Monson’s house while Roche led his disciples out to beg for food. Only dare to explain for an hour, because I want to get home before Rosh returns. As for what to do in the future, the only excuse I can think of now is the money from selling jade. I can’t hide it all the time because of my confusion, and, indeed, as Monson said, these foods are enough to make people crazy enough not to hesitate to kill.
Seeing that I kept silent, Monson sniffed in his nose: "You took that ointment, remember to apply it these days. I will send you back today."
Suddenly he looked up and saw the haze in his eyes fade away, turning into inexplicable care. Such soft eyes have never been seen in his eyes before. My heart jumped violently, and quickly bowed my head to cleanse myself.
Jin Chuang Yao is indeed useful, but... "Thank you, General, for giving the medicine, just don't bother to give it away."
"Chaoer, call you Uncle Yan." I squatted down and said to Murong Chao, "Remember not to let the Master know."
Murong Chao nodded and ran away. I looked into the bronze mirror carefully to inspect my injury. Fortunately, only the hair was scratched, and now the scalp does not hurt. The forehead is a little swollen. Apply the dredging ointment yourself. Secretly rejoicing, no injuries remain.
After cleaning up, I bowed to Monson again: "The salvation of the little general's salvation, the concubine's body can't be returned. Before the concubine's family comes to pick up, the concubine can talk about the next chapter for the little general-'How to pass Get your own army and capabilities'."
He snorted coldly in his nose and looked straight at me with a blank expression: "It's fair. Save you once and you will get a chapter of the strange book."
I tilted my head, steady my breath, trying to forget the pain in my forehead and the grunting sound of hunger in my stomach. "This strange man's view in this chapter is: The one who is least dependent on luck is the most able to maintain his position. He..."
"Why not let the mage know?"
I was taken aback, he interrupted me just to ask this? I smiled bitterly. Roche has high character, how can I get food in this way?
"The mage is also a man. If you know that you are in a house of good every day..." Monson turned around me, staring wildly at my chest, leaning into my ear and lowering his voice, said ambiguously , "How would he think of the daily five-bucket food?"
Suddenly he looked up and glared at him, seeing his playful smile, and he felt a little angry, said: "Little General, this strange book is more important than blacking out your relationship?"
He raised his head and laughed: "So calm woman, so do not panic."
Collapsed laughter, said in a straight voice: "Yes. I naturally know what is more important. I don't need to give a lecture today, and you will be afraid of starving."
I didn't want to talk anymore and sat down to minimize physical exertion. We sat in this way, he stared at me for a long time, did not speak, just kept taking eagle eyes on me.
I closed my eyes altogether so as not to see him upset. A dumb smile came across. After a while, he went out and said to me when he came in again: "Go ahead and eat something."
His tone of voice was gentle, even with tenderness, but it made me even more terrified. Hu Yanping, the porter, reported that it was time for the servant to deliver a pot of lamb. I tried my best to resist the most beautiful scent in the world and stood up to say goodbye to Monson. Ignoring the sudden anger on his face, he turned around and left.
Refusing to eat that plate of lamb is not because of my temperament. Rather-I dare not. As long as I stay awake, I still have anesthesia gun to protect myself. Once I have eaten anything, if there is Mongolian medicine, it would be impossible to wash into the Yellow River. The words were still in his ears, and he was afraid that he was already moving. This person is too scary...
Go home under the of Hu Yanping. Along the way, I already told Hu Yanping that every day he came to Monson’s house to pick me up and asked him to help me hide Roche. Soon after returning home, Roche also came back with a few disciples, and actually had food. What surprised me was not the grain, but the cut in his hand. Blood coagulated on it, and it turned dark.
Quickly took out the gold wound medicine obtained from Monson, cleaned the wound for him, and then applied the medicine carefully. Seeing the wound looks like it was drawn by a sharp weapon. Ask him, saying it was accidentally cut. I started asking about the injury on my forehead without saying a few words. I also learned him, and I accidentally bumped into it with a few words. Immediately change the subject and ask him how to get food.
He happily told me that this was a gift from Zhang Zi, the Chinese book supervisor. Zhang Ziwen Han Wenya never collided with Lu Guang, so Lu Guang has always been favored. Because of his poor health, Lu Guang did not take him to the battlefield this time. He had been suffering from illness all the time. Roche chanted the disaster for him. Zhang Zi was happy and gave Roche five buckets of food.
I happily handed over the food to Hu Yanping and asked him to cook more half-bucket food today and lock the rest into the warehouse. Secretly told Rosh that Zhang Zi’s illness could not be rooted and would die within a few years.
"Lv Guang managed to rescue Zhang Zi before his death. A foreign Taoist named Luo Cha claimed to be able to heal Zhang Zi, and Lu Guang gave him many jewels. You know that Luo Cha deceived people, so he used five colors in front of Zhang Zi and Lu Guang. The silk knotted, burned into ash and was thrown into the water. The ash floated to the surface and coalesced into a silk rope. This indicates that Zhang Zi’s illness cannot be cured. Sure enough, he died of illness in just a few days."
He questioned in my ear questioningly: "How can this burnt wire be ashed and gathered together?"
"I don't know." Xiaomi smelled from the kitchen, and today's meal can be a little bit richer than yesterday. Swallowing, he smiled at him, "You are much smarter than me. You have a few years to go, you can think slowly."
"Ai Qing, where did your food come from?"
He really asked. I was guilty and said vaguely: "The money from selling jade."
He stood up quickly and walked to the kitchen: "I'll cook for Grandma Gongsun."