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Chapter 458: There Is No Emperor!

Song Shaodi walked up to the Third Holy Mother Yang Chan, and solemnly said:

"Three Holy Mothers, there is no such thing as an emperor. What you are saying is that in the mortal dynasty, emperors do not exist in the first place!"

"Benevolence, righteousness and morality, high officials' salaries, princes and generals, power and status, all of them don't exist, but they only appear to better restrain the people."

Yang Chan's eyes widened when she heard this, as if looking at a fool, she even touched Song Shaodi's forehead with her hand, and muttered:

"Strange, I don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Song Shaodi remembered the teachings of Ming Taizu, whom he regarded as his mentor, and said slowly:
"A long time ago, there was a village where mortals lived, and a group of wild beasts lived outside."

"If you want to eat enough, people in the village have to risk their lives to rob. Therefore, the strongest man in the village becomes the leader."

"Because, only in this way, the people in the village can survive. Later, under the leadership of the leader, every time they hunt, they can return with a full reward."

"People in the village are becoming more and more convinced of the leader. The sweetest fruit and the most delicious meat belong to the leader."

"Until one day, the leader found that his son was not as strong as the neighbor's son, and he was already old."

"In order for my son to inherit my position and continue to enjoy the current life after I die, the leader thought of a way."

"Deify yourself! Tell the villagers that the reason why you are so strong is because he was born extraordinary. Gradually, the reputation of the leader spreads widely."

"Many small villages in the vicinity have also come here one after another. The leader is old, and he is afraid that the new villagers will resist him."

"Just divide the villagers into two types of people, villagers, and nobles, what is a noble? The leader, and the companions who follow him to hunt."

"Later, after the leader died, his son succeeded him, because he was not the strongest man, and he was afraid that someone would drive him down."

"I just thought of a way to reduce all the villagers who made mistakes to slaves, and they can only work for nobles like them."

"I also told all the villagers that as long as they can make contributions, they can become nobles."

"In this way, as the nobles passed down from generation to generation, more and more shackles were placed on the villagers."

"The books that the common people read are loyal to the emperor and patriotic. Whoever is not loyal to the emperor and patriotic is a traitor, and the ministers who enjoy power want to go further."

"It is necessary to protect the emperor, because once the emperor dies and the dynasty collapses, the power and status they have will disappear."

Having said this, Song Shaodi stopped, feeling more and more admired for his mentor.

Everyone only knows to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic, but they don't know why, and they never think about it.

Maybe some people can see through the reality of the dynasty, but they are afraid of becoming a different kind, so they can only be with the light.

Only a benefactor who was born as a commoner, was a wandering monk, fought in the South and the North, and ascended to the throne can have such insight.

The Three Holy Mothers, Yang Chan, came back to her senses, waved her sleeves, and the surrounding scenery dissipated like clouds and mist. In a blink of an eye, the two returned to the camp.

Song Shaodi Zhao Bing rubbed his eyes, saw that he was still lying on the bed, and sat up.

Suddenly, Wen Hou Lu Bu, who tilted his head and didn't know what kind of nightmare he had, murmured to himself with a pale face:
"No...don't...don't come here...this king didn't rebel...who put the royal robe on this king...this king is going to kill you..."

"Your Majesty...don't die...Wanyan Gou...you stupid king...get off the dragon chair...Your Majesty is the emperor of Song Dynasty..."

"Your Majesty...you are so young...going to the underworld...you will be bullied by those ghosts...the general will follow you to the underground!"

"With my loyal king Lu Bu here... He Fang Xiaoxiao... dare to hurt His Majesty!"

While talking, Lu Bu actually held the long sword and wiped it on the side of the neck.

Scarlet blood overflowed in an instant, but with the rising power of Qi and blood, the wound healed quickly.

Song Shaodi Zhao Bing heard the words and looked at the Three Holy Mothers, his eyes were self-evident.

The trouble is enough, can you unlock the spell, if not, Wen Hou Lu Bu will really kill himself.

At that time, don't blame him for taking action, so that there will be one less good god in the Three Realms!

Although the Three Holy Mothers, Yang Chan, was a bit mischievous, she was not a person who didn't know what to do. With a thought, she unraveled the technique of entering a dream.

"Boom"

Accompanied by a sharp sword falling to the ground, Wen Hou Lu Bu opened his eyes, turned his head quickly, and saw that His Majesty was still alive and well.

Glaring at the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan, she shouted:
"You evil god, this king... I have already apologized during the day, but you dare to come to the army to murder His Majesty!"

"Combine!"

Wen Hou Lu Bu's deep voice spread throughout the camp, waking up all the soldiers.

In the next moment, as if they had practiced countless times, tens of thousands of soldiers proficiently stimulated the blood in their bodies, and the smoke of blood went straight to the sky.

Gathered in one place, they turned into a hundred-foot-big tiger, roared upwards, and slammed down with one paw.

The Third Holy Mother Yang Chan only felt an aura of death enveloping her, she was so frightened that she couldn't move, her pupils were tinged with despair.

At this moment, with a flash of light, Song Shaodi Zhao Bing stood in front of the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan and said:
"Marquis Wen, stop!"

"The Third Holy Mother is just a childlike innocence, just playing around with me."

Wen Hou Lu Bu, who manipulated the qi and blood martial formation, had no choice but to stop abruptly, even though he was very unwilling.

Then, Song Shaodi Zhao Bing turned around and said:

"Third Holy Mother, if you are alone and widowed in the same room, your reputation will definitely be damaged. Why don't I visit you at the Holy Mother's Temple some other day?"

Under the watchful gaze of Marquis Wen Lv Bu, Yang Chan rubbed Song Shaodi's cheek vigorously, and said:
"You child, who is to say that the innocence is still young?"

"Hmph, I'll come to you again tomorrow... to monitor you and see if you really want to help the common people."

After all, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan turned into a fairy light, and hurriedly left the Song Army camp as if fleeing for her life.

Wen Hou Lu Bu was still about to persuade, Song Shaodi lay on the bed, picked up the military book again, and said:
"It's late at night, Marquis Wen should go to rest too. I promise you, as long as you have accumulated enough military exploits, I will make you the King of Loyalty, just like General Yue and the others."

Wen Hou Lu Bu blushed, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he saluted and said:

"Your Majesty will value the last general, and I dare not expect too much. I wish your Majesty a long life... Bah, bah, long life."

……

Near Wuzhuang Temple.

Song Gaozong Zhao Gou leaned in front of a red barbarian cannon, tapped the system interface, and said in surprise:
"Isn't it true that this unworthy descendant of Zhao Bing is so indecisive? That evil god is so arrogant and unreasonable, so he won't kill him?"

"If you want me to say, this unworthy descendant is the shame of the emperor of the Song Dynasty! He is not worthy of the throne!"

aside.

Together with Song Gaozong, Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen who witnessed the cause and effect immediately retorted:
"Wanyangou, what nonsense are you talking about, what kind of evil god, that is clearly a fairy, besides, it was Wen Hou Lu Bu who offended the fairy first."

"I'm quite curious about what kind of wish Marquis Wen made to make this fairy so angry."

(End of this chapter)