Reflect the world

Chapter 169 Change (Third Change)

Recently, Zhao Yun in the palace has been much more relaxed, since Xiangyang has been transporting the heads of Tartars and building them into a Beijing temple.

The memorials to impeach Heaven and Man and the Lord of Xiangyang City like snowflakes no longer flew to the palace.

No matter how noble the literati and ministers who claim to be, when they took a look outside Lin'an City, the Jingguan, which was piled up with [-] heads, were silent and did not dare to speak.

Feeling a deep shock, the reputation of the Great Emperor Zhenwu Destroying Demons really began to spread in Lin'an City, and even the whole world.

This name is enough to stop the child from crying at night, and many people even gave him another name, Living Yan Luo.

Because of such terrifying deterrence, the reform of the army was carried out quietly, and the literati and ministers who had originally rebelled against Yingtian lost their voices one after another. In front of Jingguan.

At the beginning, thousands of heads were not so shocking, but as the heads of Mongolian Tartars piled up more and more, no matter how brave the literati stayed there for a long time, they felt a sinister energy rushing straight to their foreheads. Now, the voice of opposition has been greatly reduced.

No one protested that the ranks of officers and non-commissioned officers who had made meritorious service at the border were promoted a little bit, and they received preferential treatment in terms of fields and taxes.

The interests of those literati ministers were touched, and those literati ministers no longer cried like dead parents, but silently allowed such behavior.

Because a civil servant died.

The civil servant sent to Xiangyang City General was originally high-spirited. After defeating many competitors, he wanted to obtain brilliant results and plated a layer of gold on his body.

As a result, within a few days, the civil official's head was sent back to Lin'an City. It was chopped off by the incarnate celestial being, pickled with lime, brought to the Great Song Dynasty Hall, and circulated in the early court. Gentlemen.

At that time, in the early court, all the princes of the court changed their colors in horror.

The iron law of the founding of the Song Dynasty was broken. The civil official who was sent to supervise the army was a second-rank civil servant, but he died without a sound, which greatly shocked the court and this group of literati who thought they were the best in the world.

No one in the teahouses and restaurants in the capital stopped talking about it. Compared with the bleakness of the literati, those who were belittled and not in the capital were talking about it in full swing.

The business of Laifu Restaurant is getting more and more prosperous these days, which makes the shopkeeper of the hotel more rounded.

He stood leisurely at the counter, listening to all the guests talking.

The most talked about today is undoubtedly the incarnate celestial being, and people visit the Jingguan outside the capital every day.

In the beginning, the people of Song Dynasty who had never been exposed to such a terrifying scene all changed their colors in horror.

However, after some soldiers who served at the frontier were weeping in front of the pile of Jingguan, laughing loudly and then crying again, countless merchants wandering around the frontier burned incense and worshiped Buddha there to pay homage to Emperor Zhenwu Dangmo.

All the citizens of the Great Song Dynasty who had stayed at the border were burning incense there, and countless people were wailing and crying, expressing their incomparable admiration and admiration for the true martial demon emperor who turned pale after talking about it in Lin'an City.

They wept and recounted their experience at the border. They used to be driven away by the Mongolian army as pigs and dogs.

Since then, the wind direction of the entire capital has gradually begun to change. The people of the Song Dynasty did not read as many books as those princes, and it was impossible to scold Fang Qiu at any time and promote writing.

But they admire from the bottom of their hearts, the true martial emperor who strengthened the backbone of the Song Dynasty little by little.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, it seems that there has never been a victory in a battle, but now, the news from the border has always been good news.

There were even officials who were promoted to three ranks in a row, and every soldier who fought bravely at the border and the bravest soldiers were known to the world, and they were not as unknown as they used to be.

Fang Weihaoerlang, the person who called the name at the East Gate, used to praise those literati who participated in the imperial examination and ranked high school.

But now, as the fame of border officers and soldiers spreads across the world, it seems that the words that good iron does not have nails and good men do not serve as soldiers seem to be questioned again.

Countless good men rushed to the border to join the army in Xiangyang City, regaining the lost land, and at the same time wanted to crack the soil and seal it as a marquis.

Because there was such a saying in the palace of the Song Dynasty, whoever can regain the land that the Song Dynasty lost, the Song Dynasty will promise a princely position.

This sentence completely made the ignited Song Dynasty crazy, countless people rushed to the border, and the princes in the court wanted to refute, but they were powerless.

Because along with the tens of thousands of heads brought back by the incarnated celestial man, there is also a secret order, whichever civil official is capable and thinks he can regain the lost land, he will give that literati a chance to come and become a marquis.

So far, none of the princes of the Manchu Dynasty dared to go to the border to fight against the Mongolian Tartars.

At most, when I got home, I would yell and groan.

"The shopkeeper has become more and more wealthy recently, has he made a fortune!"

The old diners who often come to the restaurant laughed and teased the shopkeeper standing on the counter. The fat shopkeeper was not annoyed. Just be happy."

"Hey! Why are you so happy about the matter of Emperor Shangao far away?"

The visitor joked, but also with a smile on his face.

"Then you don't know. The shopkeeper may have served at the border back then. Regardless of how rich he is now, he dared to fight the Mongolian Tartars head-on with a knife. He was unhappy when he heard the good news from the border. Strange."

The shop waiter was busy up and down, not forgetting to interrupt.

Ushered in by the shopkeeper, he laughed and cursed: "Go do your job, and dare to charge you two cents again."

The waiter in the shop smiled and said nothing, but the diners were respectful and said: "It turns out that he was a warrior in the army."

"What kind of warrior is there? It's just a mediocre person doing nothing at the border!"

The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hands, his eyes were a little long, as if he remembered the years at the border.

"I don't know if those old brothers from back then are doing well? According to the latest news, two old brothers died in battle, but the imperial court treats their families favorably now. I think you will not hesitate too much in the underground. You can rest assured that you will have a good baby." gone."

Normally, he wouldn't admit so openly that he had served at the border, that would only become a laughing stock.

It may even greatly affect the business of his restaurant. After all, in this era of literati supremacy, it is not a good thing to have a relationship with the big soldiers who are despised by them.

"By the way, the ability of that incarnated celestial being is really powerful. I heard that the Emperor Zhenwu Destroys Demons is also a top figure in the heavenly court. At the border gate, he directly called the black and white impermanence of hell, and silently hooked away tens of thousands of Mongolian Tartars. lives, let the Mongolian Tartars fear."

(End of this chapter)