April 18th, the first year of Daxia, at the time of Chen.
A large motorcade of vehicles drove out of the palace. Under the astonished gaze of all the civil and military officials, the news of the Emperor's tour of Daxia was finally announced.
"No, aren't we going to war with the Liao Dynasty? Why is the emperor still on tour?"
"Does His Majesty really intend to lead the army in person?"
"That's not right. I just looked at the arrangements made by the Ministry of Rites. Your Majesty is going to the secondary capital, Nanjing!"
"Jinling? ...Perhaps His Majesty misses Jinling? After all, he has lived there for so long, it's time to visit."
"But there's going to be a war!"
"Isn't there a Ministry of National Defense? Government affairs are handled by the three ministries, so military affairs should naturally be handled by the Ministry of National Defense."
"...Your Majesty has such a big heart!"
Not only in this palace, but the people of Guanyun City were also in an uproar.
It is certainly an exciting thing that the great emperor is going to tour this vast country.
Crowds like a tide stood on both sides of the street, shouting and waving desperately to express their admiration for the emperor.
Fu Xiaoguan opened a corner of the dragon chariot's window. He did not stand up to say hello to the people, but just watched quietly with a happy face.
A sense of pride arises spontaneously.
He suddenly felt that everything he had done was worth it!
This was the people's recognition of him, which showed that he did a good job as emperor and that he was on the right track.
He is the leader of Daxia. It is his responsibility as the leader to ensure that the sheep can find a place with abundant water and grass and eat grass safely and comfortably.
He suddenly felt that this matter was very meaningful, and it was meaningful to lead this group of lovely people out of poverty and into prosperity.
He was the largest landlord in the Great Xia Empire, and these people were his tenants. He gave them a good life, but in reality, he still controlled their fate.
So...if you think about it carefully, this kind of worship is not a good thing.
If one day these people are very calm about this, and think that this is what an emperor should do, and think that the emperor is no different from themselves, just with a different division of labor.
Even the people can decide who will be the emperor and dominate the emperor's fate. This is the ideal country.
However, this is a path of civilization development, and all he can do is to enlighten the people.
As for how far they can see and when they will wake up, I will definitely not see that day.
When seeds are planted, there is only the hope that they will sprout. They may rot in the dirty soil, or they may take root, sprout, and grow vigorously.
Who knows?
That is the cage of thought, and only when the seed grows into a towering tree can it break the cage.
"You don't seem happy?"
In the dragon chariot, Xu Yunqing looked at Fu Xiaoguan's expression and saw his expression change from joy to gloom, which was somewhat confusing. This was clearly the people's support for their son. When had there ever been such a prosperous age?
"Not really, I just think they're still very pitiful."
Xu Yunqing was extremely puzzled, and Su Su and Xu Xinyan were also extremely puzzled.
"The people are living a pretty good life now. According to the intelligence sent by the Xishan Express, the people in all parts of Daxia now have enough food and clothing. After all, Daxia has only been established for a year. In two or three years, their lives will be even better!"
Xu Yunqing comforted her son. She thought that this was his compassion. Her opinion was actually correct, but there was some deviation in the definition of compassion - Fu Xiaoguan's compassion came from the spiritual level.
The material conditions of the people of Daxia have indeed improved a lot. Material things affect the spirit, and their mental outlook has also improved a lot.
But this is not the spirit that Fu Xiaoguan had in mind. That spirit is still tightly locked in a cage. What he hopes is that one day someone will jump out and say to him, Fu Xiaoguan: There are still many problems with you being the emperor!
The current situation is that he has become a god in the eyes of the people of Daxia!
God is unquestionable!
If anyone dared to jump out and accuse him at this time, he firmly believed that person would be beaten to death.
Well, I still need my influence for the time being, at least until the Liao Dynasty is overthrown and the maritime and land Silk Roads are completely opened up.
"Mom is right, I was a little impatient." Fu Xiaoguan did not explain. After all, there was no one in this world who could share the same thoughts with him.
Deep down in his soul, he is lonely.
Like a lonely traveler, like an ascetic monk.
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"Your Majesty's reputation among the people is unmatched in the past thousand years!"
In a large carriage, Jia Nanxing also lifted the curtain and looked at the crowd outside who were seeing her off for ten miles, and said with great emotion.
The fat man sat cross-legged in the carriage, his chubby face full of pride: "The son I raised, of course he is awesome!"
Jia Nanxing squinted at the fat man, and after a long moment, she said, "Actually, Emperor Wen is also a man of great courage!"
The fat man glared with his small eyes: "How come he has such courage?"
"Emperor Wen began preparing for the abdication after learning that Your Majesty had risen from Linjiang. He orchestrated the dethronement of Empress Xiao and the murders of the Crown Prince and the other princes. Ultimately, he lured out Empress Dowager Xi."
"All of this is paving the way for Your Majesty's return. If it weren't for Emperor Wen's sacrifice, there would be no Great Xia today. He sacrificed his life for the splendor of Great Xia today. Isn't that a great act of courage?"
The fat man was speechless, perhaps unwilling to compete with his dead half-brother. He no longer dwelled on the credit, but looked at Jia Nanxing worriedly.
"Old Jia, the pill that Nangong Piaoxue gave you...is it ineffective?"
That pill refers to the imitation Peiyuan Zaizao Pill.
"It's still effective. My skills definitely can't be restored, but I feel my internal injuries have improved a lot."
"What a pity. Even Shui Yunjian couldn't tell the difference between two of the herbs. Otherwise...would you have taken that Peiyuan Zaizao Pill?"
Jia Nanxing grinned. Shui Yunjian treasured the Peiyuan Zaizao Pill used for analysis very much. He only cut a small part of it and gave the remaining half to Fu Xiaoguan.
But he didn't eat it.
Because he knew it would be a waste if he ate it - he didn't have much time left, and this was not a problem that the pills could solve. He was 72 years old, which was considered to be in his seventies.
Jia Nanxing took out a jade box from his arms and handed it to the fat man, "Give it back to him after I die."
"Aren't you making it difficult for me?"
Jia Nanxing looked at the fat man and said, "Only a Saint-level emperor can live longer and lead Daxia to greater glory!"
"His Majesty is so busy with affairs that he has no time to practice. This pill is his only hope of breaking through to the Saint level!"
"Even if my martial arts skills are still there, I can't always be by his side. Even if your martial arts skills are higher than before, you still can't follow him around the clock."
"As Daxia grows larger, his enemies will grow more and more. Don't forget, the world is vast. The Saint Rank... I'm afraid there's more to it than you and I know!"
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