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Chapter 622 The Grand Finale (53)
There is resentment, there is sigh, there is sorrow...

All kinds of negative emotions frantically swept towards the army, Leng Xia raised the corners of her lips, looked at the back of a certain emperor sitting upright on horseback, and raised her eyebrows playfully.

Well, does this count as cocooning?
A question came from beside him: "Boss, what are you laughing at?"

Leng Xia is very unaccustomed to this name, but he hasn't corrected it for half a month. These three have identified one thing with solid eyes, and that is one thing.

She turned her head, and beside her were two brothers Deng Fu and Deng Gui. Compared with Deng Fu, who was short and strong, Deng Gui was definitely another extreme, with a slender and thin bamboo pole shape, not much different from Kong Yun. Jean, his injury is almost healed, and there is more than half of the sleeve left on his left arm, fluttering in the autumn wind.

The two have similar personalities, and they are both real men.

On the other side was Zhang Rong, the honest young man she first met in the Eastern Chu military camp.

Looking over with three pairs of simple eyes, Leng Xia rolled her eyes, could it be that she was gloating about their emperor's embarrassment?

At this moment, there was a commotion in front of him, Dongfang Run's horse hooved high, hissed loudly, and the sound of the horse's shock went straight to the sky!
The army stopped, and everyone in the rear looked around.

Only a stern cry of pain came from afar: "Your Majesty, the grass-roots beg your Majesty to cease fighting!"

The smile became stronger, Leng Xia squinted her phoenix eyes, and looked over the crowd from a distance, enjoying herself greatly.

It was a thin young man with a weak crown, a bachelor's bun tied high on his head, a Confucian robe and a folding fan in one hand, the standard equipment for a scholar. He knelt on the ground less than a step away from the horse's hoof, and wrote Full of stubbornness, Da Yi shouted again: "For the sake of the country of Eastern Chu, and for the people of Eastern Chu, the grass-roots implore the emperor to cease fighting!"

On the noisy long street, the momentary silence was suffocating, and even the air was filled with uneasy factors.

Everyone was tense, watching closely without daring to turn away, secretly worrying about the young man.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted.

"The emperor asks for a truce!"

The voice was extremely abrupt, but it made the young man with a weak crown look excited. He got up quickly, his slender body seemed to be blown away in the autumn wind at any time, but his immature head was soaring higher than the sky!

There have been people who support and follow him, and he has lost his previous tentative chanting, and he opened his mouth with words of condemnation: "Caomin, please think twice, the emperor, don't ignore the voice of our people and insist on going to war against Daqin! Does the emperor want to satisfy you?" The selfish desire to dominate the world has put the people of Eastern Chu in the water and fire, and put the country and society in disintegration! The foundation of Eastern Chu for thousands of years will be destroyed because of the emperor's greedy selfish desire. , now dare to say that you are not ashamed of yourself?"

He straightened his chest, and his words were sonorous: "Above, you are worthy of the bright blue sky, and below, you are worthy of the common people?"

These plausible words shot toward Dongfang Run's heart word by word like a knife. He just laughed lightly, and his sitting posture did not change at all. , only the back view is full of freehand brushwork.

"How do you think that if I start a war against the Great Qin, it will put the people in danger and the country to collapse?"

Seeing that he finally said the first sentence and gave a response, the young man with a weak crown immediately straightened his expression like a fighting chicken, and he was confident: "Princess Lie of the Great Qin Dynasty is a goddess sent by heaven, and the twenty-character prophecy is clear and clear. This indicates that the Goddess will rule the world, God will not violate it, no matter how arrogant the emperor is, he should not try to provoke him!"

Leng Xia lightly shook her head, really a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers!
In this ancient time when the monarchy was supreme, such a radical... She sighed, and could already predict his end.

The young man didn't know it. Seeing that Dongfang Run was silent, he raised his arms excitedly and shouted: "Stop the war! Stop the war! Stop the war..."

On the silent long street, this very inspiring slogan resounded clearly, and the people began to echo in low voices, the voices became louder, and more and more people spoke. The aggrieved for a period of time, vented out of the brain, and gradually turned into a storm... Sweeping madly!
"armistice!"

"armistice!"

"armistice……"

Among the soldiers in the army, many people showed approval on their faces, and naturally a few people showed indignation. For example, Princess Lian, who was behind Dongfang Run, turned her head and looked around immediately, her face flushed red.

Although I can't see Dongfang Run's face clearly, but I don't think there will be any changes, it is still so warm, with a faint smile on the corner of the lips, and the narrow and long eyes should be completely cold, foggy and murderous!
Leng Xia was thinking secretly in the back, and was suddenly taken aback...

It turned out that unconsciously, during the intrigue and confrontation again and again, she actually understood this opponent very deeply!
Sure enough, amidst the deafening shouts and the already excited red face of the young man with weak crowns, a gentle voice, like fresh tea in early spring, was leisurely and gentle, but without exception, it wafted into the ears of everyone .

"Bewitching words to confuse the crowd, beheaded at the Meridian Gate!"

Silence, dead silence.

All the people who shouted loudly froze with their mouths open. The deafening voice seemed to be choked suddenly, and it disappeared instantly without any warning, leaving only echoes and reverberations...

The young man with a weak crown sat down on the ground.

His face was as white as paper, trembling like a sieve, still trying his best to calm his expression, he raised his head high: "Behead...behead...what crime did I commit? You...are not afraid of the thousands of talents in Eastern Chu... Verbal criticism!"

Eastern Chu ruled the country with literature, the punishment was not harsh, and speech was extremely free.

In this way, a bunch of sour Confucians have been formed in the streets of the city. They recite poems and fight against each other when they have nothing to do, and talk about the general trend of the world even if they have nothing to do. It has been circulated that if the people of other countries learn of such a thunderbolt from the blue sky, no one dares to speak out in public, and they will gather together secretly to say a few words, and they will be in fear.

(End of this chapter)