Gaya Dynasty, on the outskirts of Yancheng.
Gradually entering the clear autumn, migratory birds fly south, and the vast fields stretch as far as the eye can see. It is obviously the harvest season, but there are only a few sporadic wheat plants in the rice fields. The old man walking in the wheat field was shirtless, with a hoe in one hand, and a bong on his waist. He had no tobacco, so he grabbed a few pieces of hay and lit it. The smell was very satisfying. Yancheng was originally the largest granary on the Cangjiang Plain, but now it is just a name for nothing.
The emperor in Gaya’s capital is going to do construction work again. In recent years, he has built the imperial mausoleum, practice palace, excavated mountains and excavated rocks, and dug land to fill the sea, consuming tens of millions of manpower.
The old man sat down on the ridge of the field and looked up at the sky. A wild goose lost its flock was hovering and wailing for a long time. Thirty years ago, he could shoot that goose right through with one arrow, but now that he is old, he can only hold the cigarette stick.
He also heard that the Son of Heaven sent people to hollow out the Five Sacred Mountains, and those 100-meter boulders dug from the mountains would be sent to the Emperor's Mausoleum intact. All counties and counties have to offer their treasures, and the poor places without treasures can only offer their people. Beautiful men and women, hard-working men and women in their prime, these days the emperor can accept them.
Yancheng is no exception. Those small households outside the city were sent to repair the emperor's mausoleum, leaving some old, weak, sick and disabled, who has time to farm? If you don't plant the land, you will have no money to make, and if you can't make money, you can't pay back the rent, so you have to sell your children and daughters, begging the clan masters in the city to forgive them for a year or two. Most people pass it off after a lifetime, and keep the debts that cannot be repaid in this life. Sons and daughters pay it back, and sons and daughters can only rely on grandchildren and grandchildren. The children and grandchildren are endless. For the maid.
The old man thought, the emperor is always right, and the common people are the ones who are wrong, they are so useless, the little bones and flesh on their bodies can't feed those god-like royal family at all. Therefore, we must have more children and reproduce. If one day, the emperor feels happy eating their bones, maybe they will have a time to become famous. He himself once had a beautiful daughter, but unfortunately he did not enter the palace for the emperor to enjoy, but married a squire. The squire is not bad, but it is a pity that his daughter died early and did not enjoy much happiness in his yard.
The geese in the sky lingered for a while, and suddenly a sharp arrow came through the air, and shot it right away.
The old man squinted his old eyes, and was about to go up to see what happened, when he heard a sound of horseshoes behind him, and when he turned around, he saw several young masters and ladies in hunting suits riding their horses.
He was about to get up and kneel down, when an arrow passed through his chest, he heard a burst of hearty laughter, his body fell on his back uncontrollably, he saw the clear sky fall, and he lost consciousness after that up.
The chaotic horseshoes trampled over his emaciated body like weeds. The boys and girls went to pick up the wild goose with laughter, and no one looked back.
A middle-aged man in common clothes came out of the hut in the field. His face was yellow and emaciated, his clothes were almost like strips of cloth, but his eyes were shining brightly. As soon as he came out, he saw his father's tragic death. His eyes were almost torn apart. He howled heart-piercingly, and shouted: "You bastards!"
Those beautiful and delicate sons and daughters of the clan looked back, their eyes were all indifferent, not even a bit annoyed. In their view, getting angry is a very out-of-style thing, especially getting angry because of such a dirty thing, that is really wronging themselves. A man randomly opened his bow and set up an arrow and shot towards the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man hastily raised the dustpan by the door to cover it, but he was pierced by the arrow.
The boys and girls rushed towards the geese that landed on the ground with great interest, and ignored the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man felt that his eyes were blurred, blood seeped into his eyes, and his sanity was overwhelmed by endless anger and resentment. Even if he turned into a ghost, he would not let these scumbags go!
He reached for the arrow on his chest and tried to pull it out of his body, but the arrow had barbs, and a large piece of flesh came out when he pulled it out. It hurts, it really hurts, he wants to return the pain a hundred times and a thousand times to those who are alive.
Just when he was about to pull out the arrow completely from his body, there was a sudden chill in his hand.
He felt someone holding his hand, and then sighed in a low voice at a very close place: "Killers, people will always kill them."
The coolness froze half of his body, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no scar on his chest except a blood stain. He sat up slowly, and saw that he was sitting in a dilapidated ox cart, which was parked in a deserted wheat field, and the driver was a young man.
The man looked quite stable, although his appearance was ordinary, he was always somewhat different from ordinary people. He was reading a book with his head down, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.
"Thank you for your help!" The middle-aged man stood up, and was surprised to find that he didn't feel any pain in his body, and he was full of energy like a newborn.
The young man just looked up from the book, he looked quite kind, always smiling: "It was my venerable who saved you, thank her if you want to thank her."
The middle-aged man suddenly remembered that when he was about to die, he heard a girl's voice. Could it be that she was the "Valentine"
"My name is Sun Er. I don't know how to call my benefactor?" The middle-aged man asked gratefully.
The young man smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't call me a benefactor! Thanks to the name of the swordsman, you can call me that. As for the venerable..."
"Yunqing." A gentle voice sounded from behind the straw pile, and Sun Er saw a girl in black clothes approaching, jumped into the bullock cart, and sat beside him.
Sun Er is a rough man. Although he has studied for several years, he still has an air of dirt. Seeing the girl's spotless appearance, he stepped back in embarrassment. The girl kept her eyes closed, she didn't know if she was blind or what, she looked more dignified than those clan ladies in rich and feather clothes, but her demeanor was much gentler and more amiable. Sun Er felt that he had met a nobleman, and he didn't know which clan likes to call people "sovereign" nowadays...
The young man who claimed to be a swordsman waved the whip in his hand when he saw Yun Qing getting on the bullock cart, and the bullock cart started to walk unsteadily, and Sun Er's heart also rolled and rolled along with the axle.
"Mr. Sun's condolences. The dead have passed away, but the living still have to move forward." Yun Qing comforted.
Sun Er felt that her words were more elegant than those in the book, and he didn't understand much of the whole sentence, but he also knew that it was words of comfort.
"The dead deserve what they deserve? Don't those scumbags deserve to die?" He said fiercely.
Yun Qing sighed, and said in a harmonious voice: "Of course not, the reincarnation of heaven has its own definite number, and all the evils committed will be rewarded in the end."
Sun Er felt blood rushing straight to his forehead, and he blurted out: "Fart!"
Jian Chen frowned, turned around and was about to say something, but Yun Qing waved his hand to stop him.
Sun Er spat: "How many corrupt officials in this world enjoy their lives and then live a long life? How many good people in the world are wandering and wandering, dying early? The law of heaven is not fair! The law of heaven is not fair!"
"What does Mr. Sun want?" Yun Qing asked calmly.
Sun Er was startled, and then replied: "Kill them all!"
Yun Qing shook her head: "Killers, people will always kill them. I have already told you, but it seems that you still haven't understood clearly..."
Sun Er felt that the girl's words were really mysterious, so he didn't understand: "If we don't kill them, do we still keep them to harm other people?"
Yun Qing still shook his head, the swordsman driving the car couldn't listen anymore, so he interjected: "You killed these people, they still have descendants, and other such people, you can't kill them all, right? Let’s not talk about whether you have this ability, even if you do, can you live forever? Can you keep guarding this land and kill? Furthermore, if you kill them, their descendants will have a grudge against you, and their grievances will be repaid forever. What's the point of entanglement like this?"
After Jian Chen finished speaking, he looked back at Yun Qing and said, "My lord, right?"
Yun Qing just sighed, and didn't speak any more, the sword official didn't dare to say anything, just kept his head on his way.
Sun Er's mind was at a loss, he felt that Jianchen's words were reasonable, but he couldn't explain the hatred in his heart. He struggled for a long time before looking at the girl beside him, and then asked, "I don't know what your benefactor thinks?"
Yun Qing shook her legs lightly, and replied casually: "Why do you think they can kill people at will?"
Sun Er couldn't answer.
"Because the Gaya Dynasty gave them such privileges." Yun Qing said lightly.
"En, Engong means..." Sun Er shivered. The people of the Gaya Dynasty always called themselves "I Dynasty" and "Shang Dynasty". Only those overseas barbarians directly called "Gaya Dynasty". This girl is from overseas. barbarian? But aren't barbarians all ignorant of etiquette, grinding their teeth and sucking blood? The girl didn't look like a savage.
"Then who gave the Gaya Dynasty such a privilege?" Yun Qing's questions were linked one after another, and Sun Er's consciousness was brought into a grand picture that he had never imagined.
"... Kingship is given by destiny." Sun Er recalled the only few books he had read. He felt his hands and feet were shaking, and his palms were sweating. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or scared.
The girl beside him smiled softly, nodded and said: "Yes, killing one or two will not change the dynasty after all, so we must change the destiny and correct the heart of heaven."
Sun Er's heart pounded, he almost fell off the bullock cart, his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a word: "This, this is outrageous!"
Yun Qing looked peaceful, the golden warm sun spread over her body, the light and shadow were erratic, a little inexplicably unreal: "If you lose, you will be called treason, and if you win, you will be called destiny. Sun Gongzi, you can't live here anymore, Why don't you follow my ox cart to the east, find a job there, maybe you can make a career out of it."
Sun Er's heart swayed and swayed with the ox cart, excited but unable to find where he was, he muttered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence. He kept thinking about the golden wheat fields in his mind, he remembered his childhood struggling with poverty and death, and he remembered his old father who died tragically in front of him, and the indifferent faces.
The heavier the oppression, the stronger the resistance aroused. As much pain as this dynasty inflicted on the people, so much hatred is buried in the people's bones, and the soul imprisoned by slavery will always have a moment to escape, and at that time, the end of the dynasty will come.
"Okay, okay..." Sun Er's eyes shone brightly, eager and full of hope.
Yun Qing just nodded indifferently, closed her eyes and said nothing, as if she didn't care what he answered at all, she said to the sword official who was driving: "Go to Langfeng Mountain."
The swordsman was a little strange, that was not a battleground for military strategists, why would Mozun want to go there? He didn't ask any more questions, but silently turned the ox cart around and drove east.
"Go and wait for someone." Yun Qing looked towards the misty mountain to the east, where wisps of purple air gathered in the sky, and the emperor's face was already faintly visible.