Chapter 43 Want to be an emperor 2

"If you want to be an emperor, you can't do it with a few words. Huangfu has been in charge of Fanyang for more than 300 years. The tree has deep roots and will never be easily shaken. More than 300 years ago, to what extent did the last generation of the Jingxi Dynasty decline? The founding emperor of Fanyang still spent more than ten years and filled in hundreds of thousands of lives to overthrow the Jingxi Dynasty. Do you want to be an emperor and seize the country of the Huangfu family in the most prosperous period of Fanyang? Do you have this determination? The lord looked down at the arrogant young man with solemn eyebrows.

Xingchen was stunned and said nothing. Some things are indeed exciting, but people only think about how brilliant the result of things is, and rarely think about how much they have to pay during this period. When reading those wild history miscellaneous notes of the novels, I only felt that the founding emperor of Fanyang was powerful. The master of the king's tyrant settled the eight famines in the first battle, put on the dragon robe and sat on the dragon chair, and looked at the world. But it was difficult during this period. How many people know?

"I'm not pouring cold water for you. Today, Fanyang can be regarded as the peak period in 300 years. Not only is the national strength is magnificent, but also the military strength is also rising. The emperor of the emperor Fuming is even more diligent to the point of politics. Fanyang Temple is full of talents, and Lu Miaobai holds the ears of the empire, and there is a collection of Jiangdong scholars. The talents of the regiment make up for the gaps. Wu has the military strength of the imperial army led by General Yan of the imperial palace, the two elite divisions of the Cang navy, and the powerful machine of the imperial secret machine including the manufacturing office. In another two years, Fanyang's combat strength and the heavy cavalry of the far north barbarians have the same strength to fight! The general propped up the beam of the big room of Fanyang, and the civil servants made the door and window screen. The emperor sat in the court, which was very stable. Several princes also had great progress, and the vitality of the empire was as vigorous as after the rain.

"In those years, Huangfu Jinglan gathered hundreds of Jianghu Grass and Grass, rolling bigger and bigger like a snowball. All the way, the people everywhere who did not want to bear the rotten rule of the Jingxi Dynasty rose up one after another and supported Huangfu Jinglan's army. This is the fundamental reason why the Jingxi Dynasty was overturned. This is the reason why the wall fell! But now is the time when the Fanyang royal family is most popular. If you take the path of Huangfu Jinglan, you may not be slaughtered by the royal family and become a joke. Even if there is an old man supporting you behind your back, it won't help. The Huangfu family is afraid of me, but they are not so cowardly that they can be bullied by others. Jiangshan Sheji is Fan * Ben. Whoever dares to move, the royal family dares to kill you..." The old man put his hands in his sleeve, leaning against the railing, and blowing with the fragrant wind of autumn grass, the old man must be public.

Hearing the old man's words, Xingchen couldn't help shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

He can't even shake the tree? The dragonfly shakes the tree and is as insignificant as throwing a grain of sand into the sea.

"Is there really nothing you can do?" Xingchen looked up at this immortal and wise old immortal.

"Yes, of course there are ways! How can there be something that I can't do?" The lord of the city blinked cunningly, and this unfathomable old bastard was very shrewd.

"If you want to be an emperor and kill the dragon, then attach to the dragon first, climb to absorb the fortune of the Huangfu family, and strengthen your own strength. You may not be able to swallow the dragon. In my opinion, the current prosperity of Fanyang is like the return of dead wood in spring. Five years ago, Fanyang valued literature over martial arts, business over agriculture, and the whole empire was idle and lax. It was not pragmatic enough. If the barbarians in the far north invaded south five years ago and turned a corner to fight Fanyang, what did Fanyang use to block it? Use the city full of copper smell? It was not until these five years that Fanyang squandered gold and invested in military construction, and requisitioned farmers to open up grain fields. Merchants imposed heavy taxes and raised the treatment of warriors that he could barely compete with Western Mengyang. It is hard to say whether he could stop the charge of the barbarian cavalry in the far north. So you were born in a good time. How many years has Fanyang not had a war? I am sure that within a month, Fanyang Mengyang will definitely go to war. The two empires meet each other and want to swallow each other's family. How many heroes will be created during this period? Xingchen, I will explain it to you. Listen carefully!"

The owner of the old city turned around, and his coral-red eyes burst into sharp light, as if to engrave what he wanted to say next through the eyes of the stars in his heart. Xingchen's body was awe-bodied and his back was straight, for fear of missing any small detail.

"I wanted you to take the road of dragon slaughter. This world has been divided into Fanyang Mengyang for more than 300 years, far from the glory of the Jingxi Dynasty. Although this thing is illusory, it really affects everyone in the mainland. It is like pouring a bowl of honey into a pot of hot water, which tastes sweet. Now it is necessary to divide this bowl of honey into two halves and pour it into two pots of hot water, which tastes light and tight. What you have to do is to gather the luck of the world, do the hegemony that the purple gas comes to the east and I swallow alone, turn you into a giant python, divide the Jingxi Dynasty for more than 300 years into one, and then feed the people, achieve your own hegemony for thousands of years, and achieve happiness and peace!"

Xingchen listened and suddenly felt that his chest seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of boulder, and he couldn't breathe - do you want him to do such an epic thing? Why is it him? Why did you put such a heavy burden on his shoulder?

As if he had seen through his mind, the city owner said in a low voice, "Why are you? Why don't Emperor Mengyang or Emperor Fanyang do such a thing? They have half of the country, which is much more advantageous than yours? Isn't it?"

"Hmm!" Xingchen nodded gently, and his eyes were dim.

Not to mention that he wants to steal the luck of Emperor Fanyang and Mengyang, and to compete with the two emperors, only a few big dung bets who are not right with him can play with him at will. Li Qing Qiu, whose father is in charge of 150,000 elite soldiers, the second prince of Fanyang, who is expected to sit in the dragon chair, and even the head of the Jiangdong Zeng family in the city government. The prince can give him a headache. Do you want him to be the enemy of the two huge things Fanyang Mengyang, and let him turn into a swallowing python to absorb Guozuo's luck? I think it's extremely ridiculous.

"Emperor Mengyang governs the country with demons, which is contrary to the way of heaven. Even if he can have a whole river and mountains, he will not end well. He wants to get the world, more about his own personal thoughts, which is useless to the people of the world. However, Emperor Fanyang only wants to hold what he has now and does not want to fight for too much. If he is put in the prosperous era, Emperor Fanyang is a good emperor. But in troubled times, he is nothing. Even if Emperor Mengyang said that he would not fight in his three counties, Emperor Fanyang would feel that this is a good idea. The people of the Huangfu family have lost a kind of blood for generations. The city owner said coldly.

The stars seem to be looking at the old man who criticized the two emperors of today's empires as worthless. There is no better master in the dynasty than this. Faintly, he shuddered. The old man trapped himself in this Shangji City, but he knew the general trend of the world, and even the famous scholars and scholars like crucian carp crossing the river were aware of it. What's more terrible was that the old man's thinking about human nature and people's hearts to the point of magic.

It's definitely worth shouting out.

"I'm not an immortal, I'm just an old slave serving immortals!" The old man saw through his thoughts again, and the young man's thoughts were like scrolls for him to read.

"Stars, the general trend of the world is like this. I don't know how many springs and autumn there are in this Shangji City, and I have to wait until I have to be white before I can't wait for such a pleasing young man like you. I don't want to wait any longer. I believe in my eyes and the blood flowing from you. There are some things that you don't remember, and I don't deliberately break them. In the future, you will know that these things are doomed, and these seemingly impossible things are waiting for you to do!" The city thought deeply said, took a step forward, stretched out his hand with the old man's spot, and stroked Xingchen's cheek.

"She really looks like her!"

The old man sighed softly, desperately trying to find the traces of the person he served on the young man's face, and desperately combined the two faces into one. His old eyes were blurred, as if he wanted to see through more than 300 years and return to the beginning.

"Grandpa, can I really become an emperor?" Xingchen tilted his head, and the old man's hand brushed his face, which was a little itchy. He seemed to be asking his elders for candy.

The old man laughed and said, "The dragon chair is there, waiting for you to sit, but the way to climb the dragon chair is a little difficult, that's all!"

The old man was very happy. He noticed that the stars were no longer reserved to call him the lord of the city, but 'grandpa'. This old man, like a group of wild goose, felt great comfort - he was no longer a lonely man in the world, and he was no longer a cold and arrogant Shangji city owner who was worshiped like a fairy. Now even those guys who hoped that he would die early stood in front of him, it would not hurt his mood.

The old man smiled, and his eyes seemed to be covered with fog and wet his eyes. He smiled and wiped his cheek and whispered, "Son, climb up boldly. Just have a grandfather holding you with his hand and dare to do what you should do. Don't be afraid... If you want to be an emperor, then be an emperor and have a look. Great rivers and mountains. Let's grandpa and grandchildren ride donkeys!"

Xingchen grinned and focused his head.

If you want to be an emperor, then be an emperor. Great rivers and mountains, who doesn't want to be in your arms? Who is really willing to be a mediocre citizen? Xingchen's eyes were hot, and he looked back at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers outside the pavilion. His eyes seemed to be a huge axe. His eyes swept away, destroying and rotten, leaving only a hazy line of heaven and earth. Taking a step forward, he stood in a slender shape next to the railing, looking down at the mediocre life, raising his chest, and taking a deep breath, as if to swallow the world. Finally, he was no longer afraid of heights, and finally had the majestic momentum of condescending the world. This domineering arrogance seems to have always been dormant in his chest. At this moment, it finally burst out and turned into a burning flare, burning the sky and the sea to burn through the world.

The old city owner stood behind Xingchen, standing respectfully with his hands and lowered his head, as if he were the most loyal servant.

The stars are condescending towards the beautiful rivers and mountains, and he faces the thin back of young people, like the most pious followers. The old man smiled and said nothing. He slowly bent down, arched his hands, and bowed deeply to the back of the young man who still has nothing.