Chapter 9 The Tyrant is Lamenting

The royal palace of Jing State is magnificent, but its overly luxurious decorations also reveal the corruption and filthiness of the time when the tyrant ruled.

In the huge palace, all the officials gathered together and looked at the man standing in the middle of the palace. He had a handsome temperament, his eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and his elegant face was decorated with spring flowers, like a god who was full of sorrow and pity.

He was dressed in a plain blue shirt, with loose black hair. His light-colored lips were slightly parted under his high nose bridge, and his pupils were like gurgling water, clear and bright.

"Lord Bingwen, have you found the whereabouts of the imperial seal?"

The officials dressed in black court robes were worried.

The Kingdom of Jing worships the element of water in the Five Elements, and water represents the color black. Therefore, whether it is the clothing of the royal family or the military flags, black is the most noble color.

A group of people around echoed.

"Yes, sir. Without the imperial seal, you have no symbol of being a king. Many branches and armies will not recognize you. How can you hold real power?"

"An emperor without real power cannot keep the country running."

"If you ask me, the imperial seal is just a dead object, or people are too old-fashioned. Why do they keep staring at it? We should just support you to ascend the throne, and then we can gnaw on the hard bones one by one to seize power."

Compared to the tyrant, Bingwen, who killed the tyrant and is kind and wise, is more suitable to be the emperor of this great city.

The man standing between them had a sickly smile on his face. He said nothing, his features soft as if filled with the emotion of nature.

"I agree. Who knows where the tyrant hid the imperial seal? For those who only recognize the imperial seal, if soft tactics don't work, we will use hard tactics."

"I second that. That's it!"

The left and right prime ministers standing at the front on both sides had indifferent eyes. They did not look at the new hero who killed the tyrant, nor did they look at the red faces of the officials. They just rolled up their sleeves like outsiders, and gave up this country before all of them.

During the period of tyranny, Jing State had already become a rotten wood that was about to wither. Soldiers fled, the treasury was depleted, the people fled to other countries, the people's livelihood was in poverty, and no one had any hope for the country.

This country died long ago.

To them, it doesn't matter who becomes the new king.

The left prime minister was a handsome man with sturdy features, about twenty-five years old, with a graceful demeanor and a beauty like a jade tree. The black official robe with a red border fell on his slender figure, making him look unparalleled in the world.

The right prime minister was an old man with gray hair, but his eyes were not at all cloudy. He scanned the hall clearly and sharply, then lowered his head without saying a word.

The country is going to perish.

There is no need to say anything more.

The man in a blue shirt that looked out of place with the black official uniforms of the Manchu dynasty raised his eyes past the crowd and looked at the bright sunlight outside the hall.

His long eyelashes trembled, and he turned his head away without leaving a trace as if he was burned.

The light outside the door was a little dazzling, and my heart was beating fast.

The Left Prime Minister looked at him. No one knew what this Lord Bingwen, who had been childhood sweethearts with the tyrant, had experienced, nor did anyone know what kind of mood he was in to get rid of his closest person. It was too late to say anything now.

All the countries couldn't wait to share the kingdom of Jing.

This change will change the entire situation and expose the ambition, which is a pity.

When Emperor Jing ascended the throne, he had an arrogant and confident attitude, saying "I am the emperor of this world", which was a heavy blow to his heart and left a mark of fanaticism. He wanted to follow her in battles and devote himself to the cause of unification until his death. It was a pity that Emperor Jing eventually became a tyrant.

It's just a pity.

He lowered his long eyelashes, with disappointment and ridicule in his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes rose and fell, and finally turned into a cluster of starlight, and extinguished in the bottom of his warm eyes.

…

The young man in the golden robe was determined to repay her no matter what. He was already hugging her thighs and begging, "My name is Lin Junhuai. My home is on a small hill not far away. At least let me treat you to a meal as a thank you gift."

The boy was completely different from Shen Sinian. His eyes were round and naive, with a hint of brilliance in them. His lips were full and rosy, and his smile was like the little sun, making people feel warm in their hearts.

He is as beautiful as a glass doll.

Not only were her clothes woven with gold threads, but even her earrings, the hollow carved hairpins, and the jade pendant around her waist were all made of gold.

Hun's whole body was filled with golden light, like a walking gold ingot.

Jun Lin: “…”

This is the first time I’ve been blinded by a rich person.

Shen Sinian: “…”

Is this person afraid that someone might rob him?

Lin Junhuai is very willful and doesn't care about other people's opinions. The boy wears exquisitely carved earrings. The golden color is a bit rustic, but it makes you feel it is very dazzling.

This looks more like the sun.

Jun Lin raised his eyebrows: "Lin Junhuai? Young Master of the Mo Family?"

Shen Sinian: “???”

etc?

This gold ingot?

Lin Junhuai was stunned and blinked in surprise: "How did you know? I quietly took on the position of young master, and my name was kept very secret."

Jun Lin smiled slightly and said, "You don't understand the royal secret guard system."

The secret guards she trained have extremely high professional qualities and skills!

Although it has been abandoned in recent years, I don’t know what its quality is now.

She was curious: "It turns out that what the guest said about the young master of the Mo family running away from home is true."

Shen Sinian had a deep smile in his eyes and looked at Jin Yuanbao teasingly.

Jin Yuanbao was unhappy: "Who asked them to control everything for me? What about the righteousness of the world and universal love? They put pressure on me without any explanation. I can't even go out to take a breath of fresh air."

That's right. He was born to be trained as a great master of the Mohist school and was instilled with all kinds of thoughts about the world since he was a child. Lin Junhuai was very tired, so tired that he thought about escaping every minute and every second.

Jun Lin nodded with empathy.

She understands.

She was also born disguised as a man and raised as an emperor.

only……

"Did the leader of the Yinyang family really go without food for three days because of the death of Haitanghua?"

"What???"

Lin Junhuai was shocked. He looked at Jun Lin, who was full of gossip, and then at Shen Sinian, who was full of helplessness. He said in disbelief, "How could you ask such a stupid question?"

"The one from the Yin-Yang family is mysterious and unpredictable. No one has ever seen him. I don't even know his name. He is so skilled in Yin-Yang magic that I can't even get into the door of the Yin-Yang family."

Could such a big shot be so sad that he wouldn't eat for three days because of the dead flowers?

No kidding.

That would be possible if it were me.

As he said this he became sad again.

You say Taoism, Legalism, Confucianism, Yin-Yang School, etc., which one of the people in power is not a big shot? He just drags himself down and brings shame to Mohism.

I want to cry.

Jun Lin looked at Jin Yuanbao, whose expression immediately changed to one of aggrievedness, and was shocked by the awkwardness.

What on earth is this Mohist thinking?

Why do you want to have such an unreliable person as the boss?

Her eyes sparkled.

Even less reliable than her.

The ancients had really weird ideas. She thought the gold ingots were so cute.

…

Digression

"I wish I could be the southwest wind, and live forever in your heart."

Named Jun Huai.

The boy finally grew up and became the future leader of Mohism!