"The emperor guards the national gate, the king dies for the country. My father ascended the throne..." When the knowledge comes, one regrets not having enough. The language used by the little fat boy at this time has been processed and polished by 1002.
He spoke slowly and clearly.
The sound of dripping rain seemed to serve as his foil in this endless darkness.
The circle of fire shot up into the sky, but it failed to take away any of the little guy's charm.
The little fat boy spoke for a while and then paused for a while. The shyness he had originally felt because of the commotion in Room 1002 disappeared at this moment.
The expression on his chubby face became more and more generous and confident, just like before.
His every gesture and movement exudes the bearing of a crown prince.
He said a lot and the people listened very carefully.
Although some of the words are a bit profound for them who work hard in the fields.
But that doesn’t matter, the little god is here.
He is a true god and the faith of the people of Dazhao.
Their previous distrust of the little god was making them feel guilty, but now that the god was in person, everything was fine.
As long as the gods don’t blame me.
He speaks with great power, and people seem to draw strength from his words.
The voice from the bottom of their hearts told them that Dazhao is still there, its people will never perish, and one day, we will rebuild our homeland.
1002 looked at the cub, his heart filled with pride.
The clusters of flames grew brighter, and the ecstasy from the main body burst out, making their light shine on the little fat cub.
The fat kid was talking, looking at the dancing flames, and then saw 1002 tearing up into a tissue and crying.
A blush gradually crept up her face again.
Xie Ruyi stood in the crowd, looking deeply at the small figure.
She comes from modern society. In that era of rapid technological development, the power of natural disasters can easily overturn a city.
Countless people died.
But in such a backward era, such an emperor could be born.
Godly emperor?
How will people in the future view the little fat boy?
Maybe they won't believe it.
Although she was not very sensitive to emotions, she felt an amazing sense of cohesion in the crowd at this moment.
It seemed that all the fear and confusion retreated as the small figure stood high up.
People seemed to be twisted into a rope.
The stars disappear and night falls.
The dancing flames were never extinguished by the drizzling rain.
People seemed to be seeing a metaphor.
All eyes were focused on the little fat boy.
The little fat boy stretched out his right hand, and the fire leaped into his palm.
As he approached, the clusters of flames fell to the ground. Looking at the distorted airflow around them, one could tell how high the temperature of the flames was.
But in the palm of the little fat boy's hand, it was as obedient as a toy and could be kneaded at will.
People took a step back and looked at the fire in his palm with fear, but their faith in the little immortal became even stronger.
They have little gods, and the little gods have made preparations for natural disasters early on. Compared with other people, the people of Dazhao are so lucky!
Xie Ruyi rubbed his sore eyes and took a deep breath.
I always felt like I had witnessed something extraordinary.
For example, under such great power of heaven and earth, there are also many man-made disasters, and she should prepare for this.
Hehe, the number one lackey and big businessman under the four-year-old emperor.
Thinking about some beautiful future and leaving a record of myself in history books.
Xie Ruyi looked at the little fat boy and smiled foolishly.
When she turned around, she saw Jia Yi and others looking at her with some disgust.
As the leader of the secret guards, Jiayi has a very steady personality.
Your Highness comes first in everything.
Although Concubine Xie was silly in the past, it is undeniable that she always had some amazing ideas.
Those ideas also brought many benefits to Dazhao. Just from what he knew, Concubine Xie contributed a lot of real money to His Majesty's private treasury.
Moreover, in front of His Majesty, Lady Xie is still very calm and generous.
But today, could it be that his head was hit?
When the earth shook in Dazhao, the sandstorms in Mobei suddenly became violent.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and the sleeping people were swept up into the sky in horror, and then slammed to the ground, leaving their flesh and blood all over the place.
Human voices, the sounds of cattle, sheep, and horses, all kinds of cries, screams, and neighs mixed together.
Yellow dragons rose up, bringing with them the breath of death.
Some people knelt on the ground and prayed for blessings from the gods and Buddhas.
Some people were reluctant to leave their relatives and friends, so they turned back to rescue them.
Some people, with tears in their eyes, were searching for their life's possessions in the yellow sand.
"Father, there really are gods in Mother Dazhao!" The young man holding a small book in his hand squeezed the book tightly, his fingertips turned white, listening to the screams outside.
He huddled closely with his father and mother, not daring to move.
They were ordinary nomadic civilians. A month ago, people from the border areas of Dazhao kept shouting that a natural disaster was coming.
He secretly went over to listen and became familiar with a Dazhao soldier named Fang Qi.
From Fang Qi, he heard countless stories about the little immortal.
Fang Qi, who was already very powerful in his eyes, became like crazy when he mentioned that little immortal.
Sang Ji didn't believe it at all, but he and Fang Qi were friends, so Fang Qi gave him the little book reluctantly.
Fang Qi called this something like "Survival Guide", but Sang Ji didn't understand.
No matter how much he didn't believe it, Fang Qi gave him a book!
They don't have it here, but he knows a lot of Chinese characters and reads this book over and over again every day.
This little book seemed to have magic. After reading it many times, he began to do it unconsciously.
Not only did he dig a huge bottom hole, but he also always saved money and stuffed things into it.
Being seen by his father and mother, Sangji told everything in fear.
But my father said that Dazhao is very powerful. If it is really as the king said, a conspiracy to annex Mobei, then it is absolutely impossible.
My father also said that he also saw that the soldiers on the border of Dazhao did nothing but dig pits to store water every day.
So the whole family believed it and sold all their cattle and sheep when the Dazhao merchants were collecting grain.
Not only did the Sangji family not sell at a high price, but they also spent all their money to buy grain.
Everyone who knew them said they were crazy, but the Sangji family was convinced of the little fairy.
Especially after hearing many miracles from Fang Qi, Sangji's father worshipped the little god like the Han people.
Fang Qi also showed him a wooden sculpture of a little god. Sang Ji wanted it very much, but Fang Qi almost got angry with him because of it.
As his thoughts returned, the screams outside gradually stopped. Sang Ji opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
He saw his father's eyes were heavy: "Sang Ji, how is your relationship with Fang Qi?"
Sang Ji thought about it carefully and said, "It's pretty good." He scratched his head, because he also often praised the little god, and Fang Qi also said that he had good vision.
"Then let's become people of Dazhao!" Sangji's father made the final decision.
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