In the void, the Golden Roll was still appearing.
You've submitted a petition again and again to request war, but the court has ignored it in the end. They only sent you to station troops to clear out the wandering bandits. However, the Emperor's attitude has become more and more obvious. He has directly used the Right Prime Minister who strongly advocates negotiation. You know, perhaps everything is already set in stone.
The Imperial Court has made peace, but the ruler and his subjects are celebrating wantonly, as if the barbarians you speak of are not to be trusted, and they don't care. You only silently look at the reclaimed land and sigh. On this day, you protected the people and retreated, never looking back.
As you expected, the Outsiders fought back and occupied a large area. You heard the bad news and sighed. All the counties you got will be destroyed! It was difficult to revive the country! The world of heaven and earth cannot be restored
When you returned to your hometown, you no longer spoke passionately and were disheartened. You only wrote a petition to the emperor, asking him to remove you from the military and return to the countryside. However, the emperor only replied with six words: "There is no time to rest". He did not allow it.
This year, you are 38 years old. You have recovered your lost territory and once again fell into the hands of the enemy. The foreign tribes are marching south with unstoppable momentum. The emperor has ordered you to lead the army to fight again and resist the enemy at the front line. You have mixed feelings. In the end, you accepted the order and went out to battle.
From the third month to the fourth month, you have led your army to fight to the death, and the enemy has not been able to advance an inch. The Outsiders have already understood that they are powerless to destroy the Imperial Court. And in the Imperial Court, the officials have also seen the situation clearly. They still want to negotiate.
When you were fighting at the front line, no one in the court, be it civil or military, said anything about fighting again. Therefore, under the advice of the treacherous officials, the Emperor and the foreign tribes re-contacted. The foreign tribes told the Emperor that negotiations were possible, but they had to kill you. Otherwise, there would be no negotiations.
After you heard the news, you didn't say much and still led the army to defend the front line.
Your military power was transferred back to the court, and the army was broken down. The treacherous officials in the court brought you to patrol your good friend's army and told you that this army should also be broken down, but you refused. In the court, the treacherous minister wanted to use the military officials to frame your good friend. You wrote a letter to inform him and tried to protect him.
You no longer have any soldiers or power, but a sinecure. Even so, the treacherous officials of the imperial court are still working together with the foreign tribes and pressing on you step by step. They have bribed your subordinates, slandered you, and framed your subordinates for rebellion, implicating you.
Your subordinates refused to admit it, the treacherous officials fabricated a confession, and still made you bear a heinous crime. You already knew the result, but you resolutely followed them and eventually went to prison.
The chief judge found out about your injustice, but the treacherous minister played it down and told him that it was the emperor's intention. Then, he bribed him with a lot of money and changed to another treacherous minister to preside over the trial. You were repeatedly tortured and wanted to force a confession out of you, but you were dedicated to serving the country, so how could you admit it? So you chose to go on a hunger strike.
The treacherous officials searched everywhere and failed to extort a confession. They made up a false accusation and finally put you to death. In the prison, you curled up from the cold and died in extreme sorrow.
In the cell, leave behind the words you said before you died: The sun is shining, the sun is shining
The news of his death spread all over the world, and the people wept.
At this moment.
On the golden list, in a blurry image.
Only these words were shocking.
The sun is shining, the sun is shining!
The Great Tang.
Chang 'an City.
Li Shi Min was stunned.
The fingers of this emperor of the Great Tang trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger.
He pointed at the eight words on the Golden Roll and spoke with a trembling voice.
"How can this be? How can this be?!"
This fatuous ruler was also an emperor. He watched as the mountains and rivers were shattered, and his brave subordinates risked their lives to recover his lost territory.
However, in the end, he died tragically because of a false accusation.
Before he died, this person still hoped that the heavens would clear his mind!
On the other side.
Northern Song Dynasty.
Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin was so angry that his voice was trembling.
He clenched his fists tightly, and his veins bulged. He was furious as he roared.
"Stupid ruler! A fatuous ruler!"
"This person didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but died at the hands of the treacherous foreign races and the king!”
At that moment.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Within Yingtian Prefecture.
Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty, looked at the golden list in shock until the words 'Bright Sun' appeared.
His heart trembled and a chill ran down his spine.
His body trembled as a familiar figure appeared in his mind.
Yue Fei!
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Under the gazes of the kings, scholars, and officials of the various dynasties.
The Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings finally appeared in shock.
At this moment.
Words appeared.
No.16 Yue Fei
Yue Fei word Pengju, Xiangzhou Tangyin people. He was a famous general, strategist, calligrapher, and poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. He was ranked first among the Four Generals of the Southern Song Dynasty. He had joined the army four times since he was twenty years old. He had participated in and commanded hundreds of battles. In the south of the Yangtze River, he strongly advocated resisting the Jin Dynasty and successively recovered Jiankang and Xiangyang six counties. At that time, people commented on him: Xiao Wu is shrewd, calm and resourceful, honest in handling financial affairs, trustworthy in dealing with scholars, as obedient as ordinary people, and his actions conform to etiquette and law.
The last iron bones of the dynasty
At this moment.
A new scene appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings again.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Zhao Gou's body trembled when he saw the dazzling light emitted by the Golden Roll.
The body that stood tall in the prison earlier.
Like a nightmare, the bright sun on the wall kept appearing in his mind.
Yue Fei!
At this moment, Zhao Gou gritted his teeth and tried to comfort himself with one last reason.
"If I don't kill Yue Fei, how can the enemies stop? It's a waste of money and manpower, and I'm doing this for the sake of the world.”
"Zhen was not wrong!"
Zhao Gou's eyes were bloodshot and his body was trembling.
Below the main hall, Qin Hui, Zhang Jun, Wanqi Mo, and the others who had personally participated in the murder of Yue Fei had their eyes sparkling.
They did not dare to look at the scene on the Golden Roll again.
They were afraid to see the future, they were afraid to be infamy for ten thousand years!
However, the Golden Roll could not be changed.
The scene gradually became clearer. It was the future.
A few kneeling statues made of white iron had their heads lowered and were tied up, looking like they were admitting their crimes.
It was Qin Hui and his wife.
This place was bustling with tourists.
However, every passerby in front of him cursed and slapped the kneeling statue.
There were even some who looked ferocious and took off their shoes to beat them.
"Bah! You traitor, you deserve to die."
"If it weren't for him, the Han people wouldn't have been bullied!”
Beside the sculpture, a couplet was written.
Green Mountain is lucky enough to bury loyal bones, white iron is innocent to cast sycophants!
It will be notorious for ten thousand years!
On the other side.
The Southern Song Dynasty mausoleum.
In front of the tomb of Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty.
There were also many tourists coming and going, but when they saw the name Zhao Gou.
A young student looked at him with disdain.
"You clearly won, but you took the initiative to pay up and negotiate.”
"This kind of person is not fit to be the emperor. In that era, from him down, the entire royal court was soft.”
"This fatuous ruler, even if he dies, how can he face the King of Great Song and the people of Great Song?”
The Golden Roll did not stop there.
It corresponded to Yue Fei's tomb, also known as Yue Wang Temple.
Some people built temples and created golden bodies for them.
Tens of thousands of people respected him, and countless incense sticks were burned.
There was only respect in the eyes of the tourists, and it did not diminish in the slightest!
There were even poems to show his loyalty!
Right and wrong, merits and demerits turn into nothingness, and the tomb of the mountain is red.
The wind and moon do not know the hatred of courtiers, loyal souls should envy the same nine states.
For thousands of years, leaving a legacy for hundreds of generations!
At this moment, Qin Hui's body trembled and he spat out a large mouthful of blood as he roared angrily.
"Why is the white iron innocent sycophants!”
As an official, he roared in the hall, but the official Zhao Gou couldn't even say a word.
However, his body trembled as he looked at the screen of the Golden Roll. Despair seeped out from his bones.
It was as if they could see the angry rebuke of their ancestors!
On the other side.
In the ancestral land of the Yue Clan, heavy snow was falling.
Yue Fei's second son, Yue Lei, sobbed.
He looked at the towering golden board hanging in the void.
Her tears finally burst.
"Father, look, look!"
"The future generations will remember you, they will remember you!”
At the same time.
On the streets of the Southern Song Dynasty.
The commoners raised their heads and looked at the golden roll in the heavy snow, tears streaming down their faces.
"Student Zhang Ping, Lord Yue Fei is eternal!”
"The sun is shining, the sun is shining!"
"Lord Yue Fei, did you see that? Your injustice has been avenged, and your reputation will be passed down for generations to come!"
At this moment.
The Great Tang.
Chang 'an City.
Li Shi Min raised his head and unclenched his fists.
After a long time, he finally calmed down.
He looked at the evaluation and couldn't help but ponder.
Did being ranked 16th on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings mean that he was the last bone of that dynasty?
As he pondered.
The Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings appeared.
The scene gradually became clearer.
A fatuous ruler does not deserve to have a list of loyal officials.
No.16 Yue Fei
A fatuous ruler: Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of Song Dynasty
"Remarks: The legacy is still strong, and the people of the country do not forget it. The people who painted the sacrifice were nine out of ten, the last iron bones of the dynasty."
The new inventory was still ongoing.
In the air, the resplendent words appeared once again with a grand aura.
Southern Song Dynasty.
Yingtian Prefecture.
In the hall.
Zhao Gou's face was ashen as he weakly fell onto the floor.
His body trembled slightly as he looked at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
This was already his second time on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings. Zong Ze, Yue Fei...
He saw how humiliating his future self was.
"No, it's impossible. There can't be zhen!”
Qin Hui's mouth was still stained with blood. His body was also trembling with fear.
He had also seen the ranking before. Xia Yunyi and Chen Zilong were clearly officials of the same dynasty.
He was afraid, afraid that he would see his name on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings again.
At this moment.
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