Chapter 27 The Demagogue

Cool tears slid down Wan Tong's white face. He wandered alone among the pavilions in the lonely palace, lonely like a beast abandoned by the population. Tears shone fiercely in the hazy moonlight, like a layer of fine diamonds on the face. As he walked, his eyes were empty and distracted. The luxurious gold and silver buckle boots stepped on the flat floor of the palace, and his whole body seemed to be depressed as if he had lost his soul. The young face seems to age a lot between his fingers.

"In the future, don't call me brother. I'm the emperor. You are a minister. Just call me 'Your Majesty'!" My brother's indifferent voice is still echoing in my ears. In this way, has the brotherhood between brothers been broken? They are all surnamed "Wan Tong" and are all sons of a father. Just wearing a glazed dragon robe, do they have to be superior and inferior? He did not resent the brother killing his eldest brother, the second brother and his father. Forced by the situation, Mengyang's internal and external troubles had no choice. It's just that his youngest prince lost so many relatives in just one night. Who can protect him?

And his brother's cold eyes picked up his ferocious roar, as if facing the most hated enemy. Maybe my brother really wanted to kill himself. As my brother said, if he hadn't seen him as the only remaining man in the Wantan family, he would have killed him long ago. In my brother's heart, I actually hate him! He and his second brother did a lot of things that hurt him in those years, and he didn't know why he did that. Maybe it was just because it was fun, or maybe there was no reason at all...

Wan Zerui raised his head, and the brightest moonlight lit up his face. The fog of the city seemed to be sticky, and even his breathing became less smooth. He felt very cold and woody, as if he were immersed in a pool of cold water. Is there no other place to live in such a big and ethereal palace? When the Chinassi clan retreats, the brother will divide himself and his mother far away, and never see each other again? For a moment, he was a little selfish to want Chi Nasi to continue the war for a longer time. Even if he broke through the erratic city, the enemy will definitely kill all the members of the royal family - there is no regret that he can die with his only relatives... He suddenly shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of this idea. As a descendant of the Wanyu family who ruled Mengyang for 300 years, how could he have such an idea?

"My brother will win..." He thought silently that perhaps no emperor would face the disaster of enemy pressure as soon as he took office, but for some reason, he had almost blind confidence in this brother. Seeing the burning flame in his eyes, he seemed to burn the sky and the sea. Indeed, this brother, who has always been timid, has changed, and his father's death has made him tall, crazy, and strange! The shadow of his brother in the glazed dragon robe shakes in front of his eyes. The gorgeous and noble image of the god walking on the clouds will only look at this lonely world with a graceful and indifferent smile. Compared with him now, what is he? What is it?

his steps staggered. He stopped and looked around. The high palace wall cut the sky into depressing pieces, as if he were locked in a gorgeous cage. He couldn't help getting depressed, slowly squatted down, buried his head in his arms, and cried. The faint sobs circled in the cold night sky, and the great grievance landed on his head for no reason. Then, the sobs turned into crying. He knelt on the ground, held his head in his hand, buried his head desperately in his chest, and pulled the protruding spine on the back of his neck. The great sadness and great grievance submerged him mercilessly. What else does he have? What else does he have besides the title of the fourth prince? No, now he is not even the fourth prince. His brother is already the emperor. The title of the prince will belong to his future children, and he is only a prince...

The whining cry is endless, as if to connect heaven and earth with this cold sadness...

A figure flashed from the darkness of the corner of the wall. He was wearing a large hilt with a hood. The hood hid his face in the dark shadow, and a wisp of silver hair was exposed from the hood, mysterious and noble. His back was slightly ricke, and his steps were slow and heavy, like an old man. The man stood silently and looked down at Wan Yan Zerui, who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly. After a long time, he hummed a cold sentence: "You have lost the face of Wan Yan's family! What do you look like crying!"

Wang Zerui raised his head, with tears on his face, looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and said with trembling lips, "Teacher!"

The person who came was the lord of Ling, the prime minister of the dynasty, and the prince Taifu Lingfeng. His old face was engraved with contempt and disgust even in every trace of wrinkles. He said in a sonorous voice, "You are the eagle of the Wanyan family. You are destined to fly on the clouds and cry like!" With that, he bent down and pulled Wan Zerui's arm to pull it up - it's hard to imagine that an old man could have so much power! He took out his handkerchief to wipe away the tears on Wan Zerui's face, held his shoulder and gently shook him a few times, trying to cheer up the frustrated and lonely young man.

Ling Fenglie stretched out his slender and thin index finger, poked the heart of Wan Yi Zerui's chest, and said heavily, "Your flesh and blood are handed down by the successive emperors of the Wan Tong family. Did you just inherit a noble skin? What about the indignation and bravery of the founding emperor of the Wanyi family? What about the 100,000 warriors who buried their bones just to take charge of the ups and downs of the world? Um--?"

Wan Zerui looked at the teacher silently, with an aggrieved light in his dark eyes, but under the teacher's majesty, he couldn't even choke. He could only stare at the teacher with hatred. In his heart, he was in awe of the teacher.

"The teacher once told you what the thirteenth article of Tumeng Political Code said!" Ling Feng asked sternly that under the desolate night sky, there was a sense for teachers and students to sit and discuss the classics of the sages.

The winner is powerful, and the winner is strong. Those who want to win will win first, and those who want to humble others will first feel inferior. The sun and the moon are shining. As an emperor, he can see the end of autumn, but he can't hear the sound of thunder; when he hears the sound of jade, he can't see the height of Taishan Mountain. Talent and slowness must be a great talent; wisdom and harmony, for great wisdom..." Wan Yi Zerui recited fluently, and these inspirational words coincided with the figure of his brother Wan Tongjun. Isn't he talking about this brother?

Ling Fenglie stared at him for a moment and said, "It seems that you just memorize, know a little about the fur, and don't understand the essence of these classics of the sages. If there is a part of the sages, how can they cry here? What the teacher teaches you is the emperor's road, which is used to unify the country and govern the family. As long as you can appreciate the essence of it, you can also become a wise master like my Mengyang founding emperor. However, if you are not mentally strong, what can the teacher do? Remember, your surname 'Wan Tong' is the most noble surname on this earth. If you stand at the top like the god of creation and stand up for people to look up, how can you allow yourself to cry so weakly? His voice was not as sour and corrupt as a scholar, full of the great courage of the high-ranking man, and Wan Zerui was uncontrollably stunned by the teacher's fing courage.

"Teacher, I'm not... It's just that my brother killed my father and two brothers. Now only my brother and I are the only men in the Wanyan family. I feel..." He can't speak of that feeling of bitter pain, and the tide-like sadness seems to seep into every pores of him. Come on, drown him fiercely until he suffocates.

Ling Fenglie was silent for a long time and said, "... feel abandoned, right?"

"Hmm..."

"Well, this is the difference between you and Wan Yanjun. They are all sons of Emperor Shinra. One can kill relatives bravely, and the other can only cry. Who is this? As long as you are brave enough to wear a glazed dragon robe and stand in front of the Golden Throne of the Star Falling Hall, you are the one!" Ling Feng sighed faintly.

"The teacher said that students should also kill other brothers and fathers like their brothers, and then..." he shouted. His hands suddenly hugged his head, as if he were scared by his idea. He stepped back a few steps, his eyes were round, and his dark pupils were as empty as if he had seen the most terrible thing. No, I can't do it! I can't do it!"

"Ignorance, coward!" Ling Feng roared, and his voice exploded like thunder. Do you think your brother will care about brotherhood? He is the devil. He killed his brother and father. What else can't be done? He kept your life just to leave a fire for the Mengyang Dynasty. As the youngest emperor in the history of the Mengyang Dynasty, he has to face the most terrible Chinasi vigorous riding and countless barbarian warriors, who have the consciousness of dying, do you know? Keep your life only for the person surnamed 'Wan Tong' who will inherit the throne after his death. When the Chinasi family retreats, the first person to die will be you! At that time, you will be the only one who can fight for the orthodox throne with him. Do you think he will let you go?

Wan Ze Ruimu listened, as if the teacher's words were grinding his brain in pain. After a long time, he slowly said, "He let me live, just let me die at any time?" Or immediately take over his mess? He kept me alive like a pig to be killed..."

Ling Fenglie stopped talking. After a long silence, he said coldly, "I'm glad you saw the key to the problem!" Then he walked into Wan Zerui and looked directly into his eyes and said, "It's not only you. At that time, our old ministers will die. Your brother is a person who has no room to do things. He will insist on cutting grass without leaving roots. Once he is the emperor and a courtier... He has been blinded by the red demon around him..."

Ling Fenglie said in the coldest voice: "Wan Jun governs the country with demons, and there is no place to live in peace..."

Wan Zerui was stunned and couldn't speak. He remembered what his brother said to him just now, 'After Chi Nasi retreats, make him the king of Long'an and never go back to the imperial capital' - is he just lying to him? After Chi Nasi retreated, how could he be allowed to develop and grow away from the control of the imperial capital? It's all about lying to him--!" Remember, no matter how resentful and unwilling you are, you'd better keep it in your heart and don't show it. Now I am the emperor of the empire. What can I give you to get? If you don't give it to you, you can only see it and can't touch it. My brother's sharp words cut him like a knife, and he felt very tired and aggrieved!

Ling Fenglie's face hidden under the hood smiled with satisfaction, which was his purpose. He came forward like a loving father and hugged Wan Yi Zerui and gently patted his back - he could feel the child's nervous heart. His voice became extremely soft and kind, saying, "Son, you are my student, I am your teacher, as the saying goes, 'one day as a teacher for a lifetime', if you don't dislike it, Let the old minister be a relative! After all, you are the only one in Mengyang. The teacher will make up those missing ones for you--

Wan Zerui felt as if there was a warm ring of fire beating and burning around him, dispelling the cold ice, which was actually a great joy and joy. They are all forced by their brothers, and when they gather together, they feel connected to each other. In the cold night, he was a little dizzy. He smiled at the corners of his mouth and whispered, "Father, father..."

Ling Feng smiled fiercely. He buried Wan Zerui's head in his chest and gently patted his back, but his eyes hidden in the hood did not smile at all, indifferent as ice. A faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and said gently and kindly, "Son, I swear, as long as I still have a breath, I will never let you be threatened. Even if I do my best, I won't let you be wronged again..."

Wan Zerui was happy to speak for a moment. His head was close to Ling Feng's chest, like a eagle snuggled under the wings of a big eagle to avoid the wind and snow, and tears of happiness oozed from his eyes!