A fatuous ruler is not worthy of the loyal minister list: Yuan Chonghuan Lu Xiangsheng
Now.
New words appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
Some people say that if you die, this dynasty will die
You want to support this dynasty in the end
But I can't help you up, you're dead, so this dynasty is dead
You think of the vow you made when you were young, to restore this damned world to its former glory.
At this moment.
The Warring States Period.
In the State of Zhao.
The northern border was unusually cold, and the Xiongnu were stationed not far away.
Li Mu stood outside the barrack in armor, his eyes filled with curiosity.
The new words that appeared on the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings made him even more curious.
When an official died, the dynasty was forgotten.
What kind of official was he to be able to support an entire dynasty?
At the same time.
In another space.
Great Qin.
Xianyang City.
Wang Jian also looked at the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings.
The evaluation of the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings this time could not be said to be low.
The death of a courtier is like the death of a dynasty.
His gaze was deep as he thought of the State of Zhao.
The general that he had killed by his own plot, if he didn't die, would Zhao be destroyed?
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Now, the inventory began.
You were born into an aristocratic family of officials, and your ancestors were military officers. However, the world gradually changed, so the ancestors passed down the ancestral teachings, asking you to learn literature. The ancestral teachings were passed down from generation to generation.
Before you were four years old, you liked to play like other children. After you were four years old, you started to study and learned from teacher.
This year, the clan moved. You saw the weak and stumbling commoners running south with numb expressions. The weather was very cold, and they were barefoot, covered in frostbite and blood blisters.
The teacher was leaving. Early this morning, he called the children who were taught in the same way as you to examine their aspirations.
At this moment.
As the Golden Roll was being counted, a blurry image gradually appeared.
It was in a village.
The cold wind was biting. The scholar in a long robe looked at his disciple gently.
"What kind of people do you want to be when you grow up?”
Sir's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Thus, the innocent children also smiled and spoke one after another.
"When I grow up, I want to be a high-ranking official."
"I study to know how to do accounts. I want to be rich.”
The words of a child were so innocent that the teacher nodded with a smile.
Until Sir saw you and nodded for you to answer. You said,"I want to restore the world to its former glory!”
The teacher was shocked and looked at the six-year-old child.
You seem to be different from your peers.
"Why?" The teacher asked in surprise.
At that moment, you were only looking in the direction of the refugees. Your eyes were so determined that you didn't look like a child.
On the golden list, the text counting continued.
You're ten years old, and your family has migrated again. You heard news of a drought in the surrounding areas and a locust plague in the south. There are more and more refugees and bandits. The foreign races outside are slowly eating away at you. The border is about to be destroyed.
The dark world makes you a little silent. The world is in chaos. You think of what you said to Sir. You want to restore the glory of the past to this damn world. That's all you want to do.
You began to study hard and practice martial arts. Even in the middle of the night, you wouldn't go to bed early. The weather was getting colder. Before dawn, the sound of reading could be heard from your study again. That year, there were many internal troubles and foreign enemies. Many wealthy families didn't care about the imperial court anymore. Even if the imperial court collected food and salary from them, they didn't care at all.
At the age of thirteen, you will continue to migrate with most of the people because the bandits are coming again.
On the Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings, a blurry image appeared again.
That dark world was rotten to the extreme.
You looked at the refugees who were fleeing with you, and your eyes were filled with worry.
There were a few young refugees who were talking in low voices. They saw you and said,""If you ask me, we might as well not run. Let's follow the rebel army.”
When the refugee spoke, he looked at you and sized you up.
You silently clenched your fists and calmly said,""I just want to serve my country."
The refugee sighed and shook his head." It's better to follow the rebel army and live to become a county magistrate. After all, you're still a local king."”
"What loyalty to the Imperial Court? The Imperial Court is now filled with treacherous officials and eunuchs. There are so many disasters, but there's not even any relief.”
At this point, the refugee looked at his homeland in despair and lowered his voice,""If it wasn't for the fact that they couldn't survive, who would rebel?”
You just continued to practice martial arts, sword arts, and military tactics until late at night. That day, you held your sword, and in the dark night, you silently told yourself that you were not loyal to the imperial court.
What you want is for this country to regain its former glory. In your mind is the image of this country in the past. All the countries wail and the people live in peace and contentment.
For your ambition, you studied hard in winter and summer until you got an official position. This year, you are 25 years old.
So far.
Qing Dynasty.
The scholar wearing a loose robe with wide sleeves had a determined look in his eyes. It was Tan Sitong.
At this moment, his eyes were red as he looked at the golden roll.
"Restore the glory of the past?"
On the other side.
Great Song.
Fan Zhongyan also looked at the golden roll, his expression exhausted. He put down his work.
At this moment, the young man in the picture was like a dark and decaying court.
It burst forth with its last bit of vitality.
He was like a flower, born to the sun.
"Yes, restore the glory of the past.”
At this moment, Fan Zhongyan thought of himself and murmured with a bitter smile.
Exhausted? Wasn't this sentence referring to himself?
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The Heavenly Dao Golden Rankings did not stop counting.
You are a talented person with many strategies. After passing the imperial examination, you quickly became an official and became a small county magistrate in the mainland. You are an official who has become the king of a place according to the refugees.
You, who are in the mainland, still hear the news from the border every day. The foreign tribes have trampled on the Central Plains again, and the foreign tribes have plundered the south again. There are many bloody battles on the border and you have suffered countless defeats. You are so anxious that you write poems one after another to express your desire to serve the country. You fight with your sword and have no regrets even if you die.
During your term of office, you worked hard and investigated the people's livelihood. You were promoted many times, and finally, you were able to spy on the high and mighty court. However, you saw it, and you were in despair. Eunuchs ruled, treacherous officials controlled the government, and the Emperor was fatuous. Such a court disappointed you to the extreme.
You were appointed to a leisurely official position. You were dissatisfied with the treacherous officials in power. In a fit of anger, you abandoned your official position and returned home.
At this moment.
On the Golden Roll, you led the horse, and in the cold wind of the late night, you calmly left the city wall.
Behind you is a high position, yet you are looking ahead.
One man and one horse, the wind was clear and the moon was bright, just like a young man.
How could a flower born in the sun blend into the dark mud?
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