allonlinenovel Chapter 198 Ideal
Chapter 198 Ideal
Zheng Qiao: "They can't stand others talking about it, and they don't want anyone to know either - at first they treat you as prey, and they just sneer at you, but when you understand what they mean, their eyes turn fierce, but if you reveal their secret, their faces turn green.
To get this bite, they resorted to all means of deception and fraud. The words wrapped in syrup were actually full of poison. Their eyes were crooked but there was no smile in them, and they were hiding knives. Their sharp white teeth were the weapons they used to make a living.
Unlike those who are forced to eat their own children, these things can no longer be called human beings, but are just ogres wrapped in human skin. They have already regarded this as a pleasure. Look at their bodies, they have grown meat. "
Zheng Qiao's bloody words made everyone present feel cold in their hearts. Wu Feipeng, who was originally sitting together, suddenly stood up.
"Hongyu?" Lu Wensheng was startled by his sudden movement.
"I'll go take a look... If it's true, the fires here were all started by us, so it's okay to drive some of them away."
Lu Wensheng didn't say anything, which meant he agreed with his idea. Wu Feipeng left without looking back - it was so cold outside, they were driven out of the group, and they killed each other for survival... It had nothing to do with them. After all, it was their own choice.
The scholars naturally understood Wu Feipeng's actions and immediately felt relieved, and felt a little closer to Lu Wensheng and the others - there were some among them who disregarded human ethics, but they either died or did not join them. Those who were together now all had bottom line principles.
After a while, Wu Feipeng came back and sat back in his seat quietly.
He poked the fire, causing the flames to leap up. In the brief silence, Lu Wensheng suddenly spoke.
"In the future, people who eat humans will not be allowed to live in this world."
No one knew whether Lu Wensheng was hinting at something, so they kept silent.
"You have come here from afar. Do you have any feelings?" Lu Wensheng took the initiative to break the silence.
"It's so different." The speaker was a scholar with a sword. His name was Meng Shu [shu], and his courtesy name was Jia'an. Compared with those refugees, it is no exaggeration to say that he has delicate skin and tender flesh, which shows that his family conditions are also good.
Meng Shu: "I thought that the mountains and rivers were unpredictable, but in the blink of an eye, I found that the mountains and rivers were suddenly filled with smoke, and all living beings were like broken stems and floating duckweed. Only then did I realize that when I got rid of the obstruction, I could see the bloody reality."
Once someone started talking, others became interested.
"The reason why the country is not prosperous is that the people are not enlightened. However, the government is covering up and only wants the people to see what they see and think what they think. Therefore, the people are numb and stupid. They do not regard the people as their own people, but as puppets. They ban books everywhere..."
The person who was speaking looked very young, with indignation on his face. He couldn't help but mention a slightly sensitive topic. The disciples disguised as monks listened with great interest. Lu Wensheng and others nodded in agreement, which made these people feel concerned.
"When the Great Yong was strong, the wind was blowing and the crops were growing, the carriages were filled with beautiful ears of corn, it was a beautiful scene. Who would have thought that today the moon is waning and the wind is cold, with piles of withered bones?"
"Alas - in the blink of an eye, the troubled times have arrived. We will never meet again. The separation of life and death is also a farewell. When we finally have peace and stability, I don't know whether it will be until next spring or frost and snow."
Zheng Qiao spoke in dialect for a long time: "The fish playing in the rice fragrance turned into bubbles, the so-called character was broken by the wind and snow, after so many years of studying hard, I found that what I longed for was not actually like this...
I wonder why my persistence seems so ridiculous to others, why the subjects do not respect the king, and why the people do not follow the rules. This world is in chaos and rituals are in decline. It looks prosperous on the surface, but it is rotten inside.
I always feel that the so-called ideals cannot withstand the destruction of reality in the end. "
The troubled times are like a torture to idealists from the inside out.
Everyone suddenly fell silent, but the light in their eyes was still bright.
Wu Feipeng couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to go to Sushui?"
"It's for the ideal." These people said without hesitation.
Tang He was puzzled: "Isn't this contradictory?"
Everyone around started laughing.
Zheng Qiao: “No contradiction.”
Some of them are waiting for the right time, some are just shooting arrows with a bow and arrows, but they all have a common ideal.
Tang He: "So what is your ideal?"
"For the sake of our country and the people, I have walked alone through the storm, turning the tide and destroying the collapsing building."
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"The streets are filled with smoke and moon, the beacons are muted, the wind and clouds come together to light the elm fires, thousands of men in armor all rise up and sing for the people. The annals of history filled with wind and smoke will record the sound of the unsheathed golden swords with blood and tears.
It is a pity that disasters have come with wind and frost, and the land is full of starving people. Who will swear to mend the cracks in the sky to protect these thousands of holes? Who will support the broken beams of the building? It is not you or me, but the millions of ordinary people.
I deeply respect and admire the Lou family army from the bottom of my heart. Their military discipline and regulations are awe-inspiring. As a general, you are a woman who is as brave as any man.
The wind blows the drums, the mountains are majestic and the waves are surging, the dragon's blood is dark yellow, crossing the river with loyal bones as a barrier, not seeking to seal the wolf's lair, just to clear the cave and kill the evil spirits with a sword, it doesn't matter if I die for justice, my body will be wrapped in horsehide on the green hill, that is the way back to the fierce soul......"
"Huai Xiu! There are new people entering the city recently! We have compiled the list and are waiting for you to see it... What is Huai Xiu writing?"
Meng Chuanbai pushed the door open in a hurry, only to see the man sitting by the window in a dark blue brocade robe. Despite his simple attire, he still looked handsome and elegant.
Without turning around, Qi Zhaoshu knew who it was. He carefully put down the pen, then turned around and spoke, somewhat helplessly.
"Zeming, don't always burst in suddenly. The threshold is there. Be careful not to fall like last time."
"Oh, I see! Let me see what you wrote first!"
Meng Chuanbai strode over to take a look, and the chief guard followed in, panting, holding a thick stack of papers.
Chief of the Guards: Their young master's physical strength is getting stronger and stronger, and he can hardly keep up.
"......Is this a letter to the Lou family army? Are we trying to win them over? Yes, the territories of both sides are quite close......"
Looking at the letter which was written in ornate language but not frivolous like castles in the air, Meng Chuanbai smacked his lips - it was worthy of being Qi Zhaoshu, the flattery in it was written without leaving any trace, elegantly and grandly.
Because the paper was still pressed down by the paperweight, Meng Chuanbai didn't pick it up, and Qi Zhaoshu shook his head.
"Yes and no... However, our ultimate goal is the same."
Meng Chuanbai didn't understand, he just saw Qi Zhaoshu pick up the pen and write the last line of the letter.
"Wait for the wind and clouds to gather, soar to the sky and determine the fate of the world."
(“Kangqu Yanyue” means “the scene of the moonlight faintly shining on the prosperous streets”, and is often used to praise the prosperous scene of the peaceful and prosperous times.)
(“沉烽静矝” means the beacon fires are extinguished and the sound of drums is silent, which is a metaphor for no war on the border.)
(The content of the letter is roughly translated as follows: The streets are covered with smoke and moon, the beacons are silent, and the wind and clouds gather to ignite the fire of the elm wood. Thousands of soldiers are singing passionately for the people. This historical record filled with wind and smoke will record the sharp weapons that were drawn out with blood and tears. (The weapons refer to the war of this popular uprising)
It is a pity that disasters are caused by wind and frost. There are wailing wild geese everywhere, and the ground is full of people dying of hunger. It is a desolate scene. Who swears to repair the cracks in the sky and protect this broken earth? Who will support the broken beams of this building? Not you or me, but millions of ordinary people.
I deeply admire and respect the Lou family army from the bottom of my heart. Their military discipline and regulations are moving. As a general, you have the courage and spirit that women are no less than men.
The wind blows the drums, the mountains are surging with huge waves, the battle is fierce, crossing the river to use the loyal bones as a barrier, not seeking to seal the wolf's lair, just to wipe out the evil, and kill the demons and monsters with one sword. What does it matter if you sacrifice for justice? The body is wrapped in horsehide on the green mountains. This is the way home, and the heroic soul is going.