At first glance, "Rise of Dynasties" is just a routine and cool novel that is common in modern times. The male protagonist travels through time and space to recruit followers, gain territory, and finally become the emperor. This is a standard template for historical time-travel novels.
However, this is a routine template that was born after nearly a hundred years of development of the entertainment industry. Every ordinary operation in this template embodies the crystallization of civilization that has been brewing for hundreds of years by billions of human beings.
For example, in "The Rise of Dynasties", the reason why Xu Wangmu was able to gather hundreds of thousands of uprising troops was because he fully learned from our party's advanced experience in mobilizing the masses.
Reduce rent and interest, abolish exorbitant taxes and fees; formulate a comprehensive land struggle program; go deep into the grassroots, hold grievance meetings among farmers, complain about the oppression of the landlords and gentry in the past, and look forward to a better tomorrow; strengthen public opinion propaganda, emphasize that the people and the army are closely connected; strengthen the discipline of the army, and insist on "not taking a single needle or thread from the masses"...
Is there any farmer who can withstand this combination of punches?
For those peasants who worked hard to farm the land for a year but whose harvest was not enough to pay the rent to the landlords, the mere offer of "rent and interest reduction" was enough to make them submit to the rebels and become obedient subjects.
So it’s no wonder that the people above are so panicked.
Because there is a red ghost hidden in "Rise of Dynasties".
This terrifying ghost once made the entire European continent tremble, sent kings and queens to the guillotine, beheaded countless big capitalists, and built the iron body of the neighboring Soviet country.
This terrifying red ghost has been wandering on the land of China. And it will eventually overturn the 5,000-year-old Shenzhou continent and create a change that has not happened in 3,000 years.
In order to keep "Rise of Dynasties" serialized for a long time and to continue serializing until the chapter on the construction and governance of the new dynasty that Le Jing wanted to write, Le Jing made certain modifications and disguises in the early serialization of "Rise of Dynasties".
He reduced the description of Xu Wangmu's development and mobilization of the masses, and packaged the basic mass line operations such as "rent and interest reduction", "grievance meeting", "beating the landlords and dividing the land" as the rulers' usual "small favors" to win the hearts of the people. These operations really fooled many people in the early stage.
However, truth will eventually come to light, not to mention that what Le Jing wants to cover up now is the terrifying idea that can change the world.
So it is not surprising that "Rise of Dynasties" has become a thorn in the hearts of many people that they want to get rid of as soon as possible.
But Le Jing still felt regretful.
He originally wanted to incorporate the lessons he learned from later generations into "The Rise of Dynasties" in as much detail as possible, so that the newly established weak party could avoid taking detours, and so could China avoid taking detours.
What a pity.
This regret is expressed to those who gave up on assassinating him.
This Blue Sky, White Sun Party has still not learned the essence of the Red Party in its neighboring country.
As for their enemies, the red bears never expect to defeat them spiritually, they only need to destroy them physically. So ten years later, the red bears will launch a massive cleansing campaign in the country to completely eliminate and crush all "enemies" within the party.
The mastermind behind the scenes will eventually regret that they should not have given up on assassinating Le Jing and chose to wait for him to die of illness.
Perhaps in their eyes, a person who had been banned by all Chinese newspapers and was about to die of illness could not cause any trouble.
Since they all thought so, how could Le Jing be willing to do as they wish?
So Le Jing must leave his last words.
…
When Ryota Nakamura walked into the bedroom, the first thing that caught his eye was the boy lying on the bed.
He lay quietly on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his face an unhealthy pale blue, his skinny body showing only a small bulge under the quilt.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of the boy's chest, he would have looked like a cold corpse.
Thinking of the news he had heard from the woman who delivered the message, Ryota Nakamura felt a lump in his throat, his heart tightened, and he felt speechless.
How come Mr. Li is so seriously ill?
He said that he had indeed heard in later history books that Mr. Li Jingran had been ill before he was assassinated. However, this was only briefly mentioned in the history books, and Nakamura Ryota had never thought that Li Jingran was so ill at that time that he had to prepare for his funeral.
He is so young, only 17 years old.
Many people live a mediocre and unproductive life, yet still live to be a hundred years old in good health.
Mr. Li was a man of extraordinary talent, and the articles he wrote were brilliant and brilliant, but he died young and was bedridden.
No wonder so many people curse God for being blind.
No wonder there is a saying that God is jealous of talented people.
Ryota Nakamura was sad and angry, but there was nothing he could do.
He thought that as long as he helped Li Jingran escape the assassination, he could change his fate of dying young.
But he never expected that under the rolling wheel of history, all his efforts would be in vain.
He came out of 15 years of self-loathing and wanted to change something to prove the meaning of his existence. But in the end, he still didn't change anything.
Mr. Li would still die, but this time he died on a hospital bed. Only the way of death changed, but the result did not change.
He even had a secret but real fear in his heart - was it because of his intrusion that changed Li Jingran's fate of being assassinated? In order not to change history, Li Jingran fell seriously ill for no apparent reason?
This thought spread like wild weeds in his mind, making him feel like he was dying. It also made him stand far away as if he was homesick, not daring to approach the boy on the hospital bed.
Finally, the boy opened his eyes and discovered him.
"You're here." He said softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
For a moment, Nakamura Ryota even had the urge to run away. He lowered his head in embarrassment and said in a low voice: "I'm here. Sir, you..." He stopped talking because he didn't know what he was going to say.
Just as he was panicking, the boy slowly sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, smiled and waved at him: "Come here, I need your help with something."
Ryota Nakamura walked over hesitantly.
Le Jing smiled as he looked at the tired and confused young man in front of him.
Although he has lived two lives, in Le Jing's eyes he is still a child who can't find his way.
"I once said before, don't tell me the ending of the book that belongs to me." Le Jing smiled helplessly, his eyes were as deep as a pool, and many dark and cold emotions were swirling in them: "But now, I can only go back on my word. Please tell me the ending, all the details about my assassination, I need you to tell me everything."
Nakamura Ryota was stunned for a moment. The boy's question successfully brought him back to his senses from his gloomy mood. His flower-growing brain reflexively opened up and came up with a conspiracy theory: "Could your illness this time be part of the assassination? This is not actually an illness, you are poisoned?"
Le Jing laughed and shook his head, "What the hell is going on. I'm really dying of illness, someone poisoned me... um..." He blinked and muttered to himself thoughtfully, "It seems not bad to blame my illness on them."
Ryota Nakamura blinked, not quite understanding what Le Jing meant.
Le Jing smiled and waved his hands, "Nothing, just tell me all the details you know about my assassination."
Although Ryota Nakamura didn't understand Le Jing's intention, he still honestly told him everything he knew.
So Le Jing finally understood how he was assassinated in history.
After he was banned for his work "Dynasty Rise", he went into exile overseas with the help of some friends, and published the sequel of "Dynasty Rise" in overseas newspapers, which caused a great response at home and abroad. In the end, he was mysteriously shot dead in his home in the United States.
Le Jing listened quietly, without any comments from beginning to end, but just laughed when Nakamura Ryota said that he was shot and killed at home.
"So this is how I died." Le Jing coughed, his eyes filled with inexplicable emotions: "I was so embarrassed and incompetent, being killed casually at home... In history, I was really an incompetent man."
"They are too mean and cruel!" Nakamura Ryota argued excitedly, "Sir, you did nothing wrong! If you blame yourself, you will fall into the fallacy of victim blaming!"
Ryota Nakamura was about to explain to Mr. Li what victim-blaming theory was, but the boy interrupted him.
"It's not self-blame, nor is it victim blaming." The boy said calmly, "I'm just talking about the facts. You can't even choose the way you die, it can only be decided by others, and in the end you don't even know who killed you. What else can you do but be incompetent?"
Ryota Nakamura felt something strange in his heart. He vaguely realized that the boy in front of him seemed to have made a very important decision.
Le Jing took a breath. He was a little tired after talking so long. So he didn't waste any more words and went straight to the point to Nakamura Ryota: "I asked you to come here this time because I have two things to ask of you."
Nakamura Ryota ignored the strangeness in his heart and said quickly: "You go ahead."
"The first thing... I will dictate the sequel outline of "The Rise of Dynasties" to you later. You must memorize it word for word, and then..." Le Jing seemed to have thought of something, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Then, at the right time, write them down and give them to the red party that was established not long ago."
Ryota Nakamura slowly opened his eyes, his mind went blank, and he stared at Le Jing, unable to speak.
Le Jing's smile remained unchanged, his deep eyes quietly burning with fire: "I think, since you came from the afterlife, you must know when is the right time."
Nakamura Ryota had a wooden face and was in a state of confusion, not knowing whether to nod or shake his head.
"This is the only way for you to figure out the meaning of your coming to this era." The young man tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth to smile leisurely: "Maybe you will die in the internal purge, but it is more likely that you will speed up the process of history, making your time travel to this era meaningful."
Then he saw the confused eyes of the young man in front of him dispel the fog and brighten up little by little.
Ryota Nakamura nodded slightly, feeling that his soul had never been so peaceful.
"The second thing is that I would like to ask you to take care of my sister after I die and send her to school in the United States. As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it. Let her go on her own. Even if she dies, it is her own business and she can't blame others."
These words were too cruel and cold, but the person who said them was lying on the bed dying.
So this is a genuine entrustment of an orphan.
Ryota Nakamura finally couldn't hold back his tears.
"God is blind! With your character, why can't you live a few more years!" He finally couldn't help but speak out the hidden worry that had been choking him just now: "Is it because of my appearance that allowed you to escape the assassination, so God made you seriously ill to protect the course of history..."
"So you've been blaming yourself." Le Jing was amused. He patted Nakamura Ryota's hand and said sincerely, "You don't have to blame yourself. I should thank you."
The boy's amber eyes sparkled, as bright and hot as the sun that shines forever: "Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather. Because of your existence, my death will be more meaningful."
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