turn the clouds

Chapter 27 Death Remonstrance
It happened quite unexpectedly.

In a hurry, even Qi Yingzhi, who was usually expressionless, couldn't help but be surprised, so they lowered their heads and looked towards the street together.

A large group of people held up banners, pulled banners, and marched mightily towards the palace.

The guards of the imperial city looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and aimed their guns at the group of people, but for some reason, no one dared to shoot.

Chu Tianshu watched the group of people gradually approaching the palace, and only then did he see the content of the banner.

"Punish power and treachery, the Qing emperor's side"

The other banners and flags, the content is roughly the same.

"These people are not armed." Qin Yi said after watching for a while.

Qi Yingzhi nodded: "That's a petition."

"For a petition, sit here for a day or two to gain a reputation, so that you can be included in the discussion in the future."

Chu Tianshu turned his head: "Miss Six, Young Master Qin, is petitioning such a thing very common?"

"It's not very common, but it will happen every two or three years. The excuses are different, but in general, no matter what the name is, the purpose is always the same, that is to seek a clear name for yourself. .”

Chu Tianshu praised: "Master Qin really has insight."

Qin Yi laughed, originally wanted to learn to be modest, but noticed Qi Yingzhi standing beside him with an expression on his face, so he coughed twice: "Ahem, it's not that I have any insight. , I can't tell."

"That's what my father taught me before."

"Master Qin's family is profound." Chu Tianshu casually said, and continued to look at the petitioning crowd.

This group of people, who didn't even have weapons, marched until they were close to the palace before stopping.

Then there was silence.

The surrounding spectators also kept quiet as much as possible at this time, waiting to watch the play.

The leader of the petitioners walked alone in the front, facing the guards with guns, his pale hair swaying in the evening wind.

"This is Cui Yizhu?" Qi Yingzhi's surprised voice came.

Chu Tianshu was stunned and looked at Qin Yi.

The general petition is to accumulate Qingming, similar to the Ming Dynasty's Qiutingzhang and the Song Dynasty's Yangwang.

The purpose, as Qin Yi said, is for his own future.

It is for admission.

In this world, the regime of Dayun Dynasty is rather strange.

Basically a constitutional monarchy.

But besides owning his own army, exclusive taxes, and large private land, the emperor was also the leader of the kings' discussions.

The Dayun Seven Discussions are the basic political system left over from the founding period of the Yun Dynasty.

In other words, the affairs of the world are discussed and governed by the seven councils.

Among them, in addition to the basic five-vote voting rights, the host also has the right to "shelve".

That is, a power similar to a veto.

Different from the emperor's ridiculously high "shelving" power, the exclusive powers of the other six councilors are only "renegotiation".

That is, postponement.

However, even so, as a "discussion leader", he can already be said to be the top figure in Dayun's domestic power.

Such a person is petitioning?
Who can't see that this kind of thing is useless?

Chu Tianshu asked softly: "Miss Six, are you mistaken?"

"She read it right." Qin Yi's face turned pale: "That's really Cui He and Cui Yizhu."

"So outrageous?" Chu Tianshu knew without guessing that this was a very high-level political struggle.

Moreover, this petition will definitely trigger many things.

But why?

One party advocated, he came to petition and launched a political attack in a way that almost ripped his face.

Who is he attacking?

"Ancestors bless you." Cui He opened his mouth, his old voice drifting with the night wind, with a feeling of bewilderment and helplessness.

"The ancestors blessed Dayun. Since the establishment of our Yun Dynasty, in 220 years, there have been nineteen emperors and eleven assistants."

"There were 69 wars launched abroad."

"but."

Cui He's voice began to be filled with anger: "However, among the 69 wars, 21 times were neighboring countries asking for help. I, Dayun, uphold benevolence and righteousness, carry out rescues, send troops abroad to fight, and defend the land and sovereignty of the subjects."

"In these 21 wars, I, Dayun, have been invincible and invincible!"

"In these 21 wars, I am a big cloud, and I have been praised all over the world, and I am worthy of being the suzerain of all nations."

"These 21 wars happened to me, in my first [-] years!"

"And the remaining 48 times."

"The whole 48 wars!"

"They all happened in these 19 years!"

"There are two wars a year!"

"These wars are all for the selfish interests of the powerful."

"Using guns to open the gates of the bureaucratic countries, open the markets of neighboring countries, maliciously dump, and release production at will."

"Plundering people's fat and people's anointing."

"It's a waste of money."

"It can be the source of turmoil in the world."

"My big cloud, when did I fall from being the suzerain of all nations to becoming the root of the world's disaster?"

"When the world mentions my big cloud, they all gnash their teeth, and the hatred flows like a long river."

"When the little people talk about my big cloud, they are all weak and sifting through the chaff, and they are afraid of being as towering as Cangshan."

"My big cloud, when did you become such a country of animals and beasts?"

"These 19 years, these 48 battles."

"The endless injustices in all directions and the disasters in this world are all caused by Qin Zheng alone!"

"This person is also a tiger, a wolf, or a beast!"

"If you want to put my big cloud in eternal doom!"

"Minister Cui He, I will die today."

The white-haired old man tremblingly took off his official uniform, removed the crown, and folded the clothes carefully.

"My minister Cui He, please Your Majesty, kill Qin Zheng, stop foreign wars, cultivate people's livelihood, and communicate with foreign countries."

"To reassure the people of the world."

"To inherit the virtues of the ancestors."

"Sir Cui He."

"I ask His Majesty the Emperor to be kind enough to open a discussion."

The old man said, walking towards the palace step by step.

None of the imperial guards dared to stop him.

But the palace on the tower reacted quickly, closing the palace gate immediately, and then hid and pretended to be dead, Ren Cuihe said what he said below, but he didn't show up, and he didn't plan to open the gate.

Cui He had expected this for a long time, and he was neither disappointed nor hopeful.

He actually knew that in today's Dayun, everyone is eager for war.

Without war, how can so many goods in the country be sold?
With so many slave labor gaps in the country, where can we find them?

How to make up for the shortfall that has been raised year after year in the big debate?
But when did Dayun become like this?
Where did the stable and peaceful Dayun go?

Thinking back, the old man touched the palace gate with his palm.

very cool.

It's as cool as when he first entered the palace for counseling decades ago.

At that time, there will always be children coming to ask for sweets.

The girl would also lead her son to wait at the palace gate.

Qiaoxiaoqianxi, too beautiful to behold.

However, both she and the child are memories from many years ago.

That obedient and lovely child had also died in the war more than ten years ago.

Cui He sighed lightly.

One head was bumped to death at the palace gate, and a flower was dripped out of hot blood.

(End of this chapter)