Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 309 Under the Tyrant

The power system of the monarchy is a system that has been modified over time and softened by customs, making it easier for people to obey, thus suppressing careerists from peeping at power to the greatest extent, and the monarch does not need to kill indiscriminately to maintain rule, because tradition itself is His greatest protection.Therefore, under the monarchy, both the monarch and the people can enjoy their respective positions and enjoy their own wealth without worrying about being persecuted and killed for no reason.

But the power of the tyrant has neither historical tradition nor the approval of the people, so in order to make his subjects obey his unknown authority, in order to prove that he is worthy of the same qualifications as the monarch, he will go on endlessly. The land needs brutal killings and continuous god-making movements to maintain the people's worship of them, but this often backfires and arouses stronger resistance from the people.

The tyrant will never feel safe in power, so he can never bring security to the country and the people. The tyrant is always full of fear for the future, so his rule will inevitably make the country and the people full of fear.In such an environment, individual talents and virtues are not only not beneficial, but harmful. Tyrants often regard capable and virtuous subjects as potential threats, and cut them off without reason.

(Peliandoros, the tyrant of Corinth in ancient Greece, had a relatively mild rule in his early years. Later, he sent envoys to Thrashbros, the tyrant of Miletus, to inquire about the way of rule. Thrashbros led the envoys through a wheat field and took The tallest ears of wheat snapped off. After the messenger reported back, Periandorus understood what the other party meant: Thrasybros suggested that he get rid of the best elites in the city-state, "treating his subjects in a very cruel way, By execution or exile.")
The Wu Zhou Dynasty is a very typical example of "tyranny". Due to Wu Zetian's gender and background, her rule was naturally "illegal" and contradicted the social customs at that time. Instead of supporting her, tradition would become an enemy A powerful weapon against her.Wu Zetian usurped power through tricks and violence. In order to continue to maintain power, she had to intensify the use of violence and tricks. Sometimes she wanted to do good things subjectively, but the result was often counterproductive. In the end, even the closest people around her would inevitably become victims of its rule.Under this kind of rule, Wang Wenzuo's talent and reputation will lead to death sooner or later, and he certainly hates it deeply.

Daxing Palace, Anren Palace, and side courtyards.

"You two, this is right here!" The female officer leading the way pushed open the courtyard door, and said politely to Li Xiayu: "Your maidservant is waiting outside, if there is anything you need, you can tell the maidservant, and it will be delivered later! "

"Thank you!" Li Xiayu nodded reservedly to the female officer, and walked into the courtyard. The courtyard has five rooms and five bays. There is an old locust tree in the center of the courtyard. In winter, its bare branches occupy half of the sky in a haphazard manner. People have a gloomy feeling.

"Sister, is this where we will live in the future?" Li Suwen asked carefully.

"It should be!" Li Xiayu replied in a not-so-sure tone. Since her mother was framed and died, the only thing she has learned is not to have any hope for the future, so that she will be less shocked. .

"Let me take a look at the furnishings in the room first!" Li Suwen dropped the rough felt in her hand and ran quickly into the house. Li Xiayu shook her head helplessly, picked up the rough felt on the ground, patted the dust, and put it away. On the stone table beside.

"Little lady!" came the female officer's voice from behind.

"What's the matter?" Li Xiayu turned around.

"A full set of bedding has been prepared in the house. This thick blanket is heavy and prickly, so let the servants throw it away!"

"No need!" Li Xiayu took a step forward, put the stone table behind her, and said with a smile, "I'm used to it, but I'm not used to it if I change it to something else!"

"Unexpectedly, you are a nostalgic person!" The female officer laughed.

"White Rabbit, wandering here and there. Clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old." Li Xiayu said: "Although Xiayu is a daughter's family, I also know that people must not forget their roots, otherwise they are heartless people? "She also knew that the enmity between Empress Wu and her sisters could not be resolved anyway, so she had no scruples in her words and retorted.

"Nostalgia is of course a good thing, but if you can't extricate yourself from it, I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself in the end, just like this rough blanket!" The female officer laughed: "Do you know how the one who brought you the rough blanket is doing now?" Yet?"

The female officer's words directly hit Li Xiayu's heart: "You mean Wang Canjun? How is he doing now?"

"Guess what?" The female officer said with a smile: "You should be very clear about what kind of person Your Majesty the Queen is. What do you think will happen to the king joining the army now, so why do you need a servant to say it?"

The female officer's words were like an invisible iron fist, which gave Li Xiayu a heavy blow. She staggered back two steps, her feet softened and she sat on the stone bench next to the stone table, hugging the rough felt and burying her head in tears. stand up.The female officer looked at Li Xiayu who was in pain with a smile, and bowed her knees together: "You two, please rest well and take care of your body. The days to come will be long!" After saying that, she walked out of the courtyard door and closed the door lightly.

"Sister, sister! Come in and have a look, the furnishings inside are all brand new, and the bedding is also made of brocade, so it's so comfortable to lie on!" Li Suwen came out of the room, and was surprised to see her sister lying on the stone table Weeping deeply, he hurried over: "Sister, what happened? Why are you crying!"

"Suwen!" Li Xiayu raised her head and grabbed her younger sister's hand with violently trembling hands: "Wang Canjun, Wang Canjun, he was killed by that wicked woman!"

Two days later, East Palace, Polo Field.

"Yes, yes, that's it! Accelerate from the side, pass the center line and press up, the center will retreat to fill the vacancy on the side! That's it, keep the whole, keep the distance!" Wang Wenzuo stood by the field, holding a thick paper The rolled-up loudspeaker shouted loudly: "Yes, intercept the ball and hit the opponent's back with a long pass, pass it immediately, don't bring it yourself, can the horse fly faster than the ball?"

Prince Li Hong stood aside, watching the game with fascinated eyes. On the score board behind him, the number of chips of both sides was marked in red and white, which represented that the white chips led by Donggong Liu had eight chips. One, but there are only two sparring partners, and the outcome is already clear.

"Water, bring water quickly! Also, bring soy milk, eggs, and soy ingredients quickly!" Li Jingye almost rolled off the horse's back. The horse was sweating like his master, and his limbs and chest His muscles were convulsing violently, and it was obvious that this fine Liangzhou horse was on the verge of sudden death.

　Old rules, come back at 19:[-].

　　Some readers said that the loss of the reader's sense of experience is the price. In the past, they watched it after 19 o'clock, and now they watch it after 19 o'clock. What is the loss of experience?Taking a step back, 90.00% of the readers are prostitutes for nothing, how does the author feel?Genuine readers will say that I have already paid, and these have nothing to do with me. I don’t care how the author feels. I pay you and you have to write a book for me.Have the paying readers ever thought about whether the author will stop writing because he feels that the income is too little?Wouldn't it be better for the author to be prostituted less, and to be able to write with peace of mind?

　　In the final analysis, I don't like my hard work being prostituted for nothing, it's as simple as that.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)