People in the Three Kingdoms: Starting from Preaching

Chapter 383 Your Majesty is confused!

As we approached the city gate, a noisy and bustling atmosphere hit us in the face. Even through the layer of carriages between us, the atmosphere of a busy city was very strong.

Fu Shou, who was no longer the queen after the surrender, looked nervous and curious. She carefully lifted the curtain and took a look. She was surprised to find that the carriage had not entered the city yet. This was not a busy city, but it was very lively because there were too many vehicles at the city gate.

Liu Xie also leaned over to watch, and was also shocked by the scene. Even when the Han Dynasty was still stable when he was young, such scenes had never been seen in Luoyang City.

After careful observation, it was found that these carriages were loaded with a wide variety of goods, and the people in the caravans were from various ethnic groups. In addition to the majority of Han people, there were also caravans from the Wuhuan, Xianbei, Xiongnu and other ethnic groups outside the Great Wall.

Most of these caravans belong to nobles of various ethnic groups. With the continued development of the alliance, they are now able to go deep into the Xuanxia region to do business.

This kind of peace with prosperous commerce and frequent exchanges between different ethnic groups is an extremely precious sight in this era. Liu Xie, who has been displaced all the way, has witnessed the catastrophe of the two capitals and the hardships of the people under the rule of the princes, and he understands the sharp contrast between them.

It was just the contrast between prosperity and chaos that made Liu Xie feel strongly frustrated. After looking at it for a while, he turned around and sat down, then spoke with a bit of self-mockery.

"That man was able to create such a situation, so it's no wonder that the people were willing to follow him. The Han Dynasty lost its destiny, and it can only blame itself for its incompetence."

After hearing this, Fu Shou, who was originally quite curious and excited, also looked dim. Then she lowered the curtains and leaned against Liu Xie: "Your Majesty, we are going to meet Xu Chen today. How will he treat us?"

Liu Xie smiled bitterly: "I don't know, but I trust Fu Xie. Since Fu Xie said that he would be willing to let us live a normal life, it should not be wrong."

At this time, he turned his head and saw Fu Shou who was a little uneasy. He couldn't help but feel guilty: "It's just hard for Madam. It will be difficult for her to enjoy wealth and glory in the future. She can only live an ordinary life."

Fu Shou blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly: "As long as my husband is here, it is enough for men to farm and women to weave. Besides, I heard that many people from the noble families in Xuanxia are engaged in business. We can do the same. Life probably won't be too hard."

Liu Xie held her in his arms, nodded silently, and fell into deep thought in the quiet carriage.

He didn't know how the man would deal with him. When they met, would he mock and humiliate him? If so, should he endure it or resist?
At this time, Liu Xie was somewhat depressed about his status as the Son of Heaven. Because this status was too sensitive, it became a distress for him.

With my status, even if I really want to live an ordinary life, it may not be an easy thing.

If you think about it carefully, in fact, along the way, the identity of emperor has not brought me any benefits at all, but more restrictions and pain.

As the carriage slowly drove into the city, he felt relieved slowly as he could hear the shouts of merchants on both sides of the street, the jokes of pedestrians, and the sounds of children playing.

Giving up the identity of the emperor may be the right choice. Being an ordinary person in Xuanxia doesn't seem to be a bad thing.
The two waited anxiously in the carriage. After a long time, the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down.

"We're here, you can get off now."

The voices of soldiers were heard outside the carriage. Liu Xie and Fu Shou looked at each other, took a deep breath, and finally lifted the curtain and got off the carriage. The first scene that caught their eyes was several huge tall buildings standing in front of them.

Although these skyscrapers have a simple appearance, they are tall and square enough, full of seriousness and power.

Although it was the first time that Liu Xie saw this new reinforced concrete building, he quickly realized that this should be what Xuan Xia called the Council of Political Affairs, and that the man was waiting here to meet him.

The Political Affairs Council had several tall buildings that protected each other, and in the center of the tall buildings was a huge flat and empty square. When Liu Xie shifted his attention from the tall buildings to the square, he found a group of relatively unfamiliar faces in front of him.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you are confused!"

Before Liu Xie could come to his senses, he saw these people running towards him at once, then kneeling on the ground crying and shouting. Their expressions were filled with grief, but more importantly, heartache.

Of course, there were many people who just stood aside with embarrassed looks on their faces, neither kneeling forward nor speaking a word.

Liu Xie was not stupid, and he gradually realized that these people were probably the scholars living in Xuanxia.

Sure enough, it was only after he talked with these people one by one that he learned their identities. For example, Guan Ning and Bing Yuan, who had been captured and reformed by the Yellow Turbans and released early on, were all famous scholars among the Han Dynasty.

Others, such as the Ju and Xun families, who were once members of the Han Dynasty's aristocratic families, were also present.

It’s just that the latter group of people were not very willing to come. After all, they had already joined the Yellow Turbans, so there was no need for them to have any interaction with the Han Dynasty to avoid misunderstanding.

However, the prime minister specifically asked these nobles to send people to welcome them, so they had no choice but to obey and did not dare to disrespect the prime minister.

As for the purpose of asking them to come, even if the prime minister did not say it explicitly, they would understand it themselves.

While Guan Ning, Bing Yuan and others were still crying, the other scholars looked at each other and finally set their sights on Ju Zong of the Ju family. This was the second brother of Ju Shou, who was the most successful scholar in Xuanxia. Naturally, he was regarded as a representative by the other scholars.

Ju Zong cleared his throat and said, "Your Excellency is a new comer here and you are bound to feel unfamiliar. The Prime Minister cannot bear to see you panic and feel uncomfortable, so he specially sent us to greet you."

Liu Xie was in a mixed mood for the moment. The mere title of "Your Excellency" was enough to explain something.

Although he felt sad at this time, he sighed and tried to dissuade Guan Ning and others: "Why do you have to do this? I am no longer an emperor, so you don't have to address me as Your Majesty. This will only make people laugh at you."

The fear of being laughed at is fake; the fear of arousing suspicion is real.

Liu Xie was still sensible. He was not just saying this. He was really afraid that these guys who were loyal to the Han Dynasty or Confucianism would chase him and call him "Your Majesty".

This damn emperor has caused me so much trouble. Now I just want to be a good person.

After that, he nodded to Ju Zong and the others and said, "I am really grateful for your special welcome."

Ju Zong sighed in his heart, but he did not delay his work: "As you can see, Xuanxia may not be as terrible as the rumors say. Although scholars like me are restricted in Xuanxia, ​​as long as we abide by the law, we can actually live a stable life."

Is that so?
Liu Xie naturally heard the hidden meaning in the words. It seemed that the man wanted to warn him in advance, which made him smile bitterly in his heart.

(End of this chapter)