The Human Emperor Chapter 1289: The change of heart!

Chapter 128th

After doing all this, Su Shixuan did not want to disturb Wang Chong, and chose a quiet and few road towards the Wang Clan mansion.

Too many things happened during this time, Lord King is really too tired!

The carriage was quiet. Wang Chong leaned back against the carriage and tilted his head slightly. His mind was flowing one after another. After doing all this, he didn't feel the slightest relief in his heart, but he became heavier. People are so tired of fighting that already has reached such a point. Everyone thinks of peace too beautifully and simply. Peace needs to fight, work hard, and fight for it.

When many people are discussing Khorasan sky high Emperor far, when the war there has nothing to do with Great Tang, but no one understands that the same thing can happen to Central Plains as well as Great Tang. People don't understand at all, sometimes you don't want to fight, but you have to fight!

What happened in Khorasan is the real world.

"Boom!"

While thinking about it, suddenly, the carriage suddenly started and stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chong opened his eyes and said.

"Lord King, it's nothing, the road is blocked ahead. I'll change the road immediately!"

The voice of Su Shixuan came from outside the carriage, and there was a tremor in the voice, a little flustered. He immediately tried to change the way, but it was too late.

"Let's not war!"

For a while shaking the Heaven and moving the Earth, the hoarse-eyed shout was deafening, and suddenly came from the front:

"There are too many wars in Great Tang already!"

"Who dares to wage war is the enemy of everyone!"

"One will succeed and the bones will die, the side general will invite the merit, already will do whatever it takes, we will never agree!"

"How many people are going to die? hundred thousand, million people, don't tell me must be Divine Province earth corpses everywhere, are those generals satisfied? What did Khorasan war do with us? Do n’t war!"

...

I heard the fierce, tumbling sound of trembling. In the carriage, Wang Chong turned pale and suddenly understood something.

"Lord King!"

Su Shixuan turned back subconsciously, looking at the carriage behind him, and suddenly there was a strong uneasiness in his heart. Things on Imperial Court are fermenting. People in the capital are holding demonstrations. Thousands of people are gathered together and shouting loudly, and Su Shixuan is sitting in front of the carriage. Hearing the entire capital, shouts are everywhere .

"Go ahead, I want to take a look."

I don't know how long, the sound of Wang Chong's suddenly came from the carriage, and it was unusually low. At that moment, even Su Shixuan didn't feel a trembling in my heart. He pulled out the sabre on his waist and quietly cut off all the emblems on the body.

Oh!

At the corner of the carriage, a curtain lifted, Wang Chong looked through the window and looked out. In Capital City, countless buildings are lined up in a row, spreading out endlessly in the field of vision. Just under several fluttering wines, Wang Chong saw a group of people gathered. Thousands of people gathered together, far and near, and there were people everywhere on the streets and restaurants.

Some people even moved tables and chairs and stood up.

Wang Chong opened his eyes and saw men, women, old man, women, children ..., a group of people shouted and shouted, with red ears and red ears, all excited, seemingly exhausted all their strength. A wave is brewing, and looking towards the distance, Wang Chong sees more people gathering and yelling.

At that moment, a strange sense of strangeness surged from my heart. Mistakes, sorrows, and sadness ... All kinds of emotions fluttered from the heart, but the strongest was still a deep regret. "One will succeed at all" and "the general will do whatever it takes to invite merit." Now Royal Court, as well as the people of the Beijing Normal University, have misunderstood the war already to such an extent.

Great Tang How much does it cost, how much blood does it shed, will it learn from it, will it give up all its naivety and simplicity, and it will understand the cruelty of this world, understand that the backward will be beaten, understand the power The only way to protect yourself!

Well, the carriage continued to move forward, mingled in countless similarly blocked carriages, without much attention. Wang Chong saw numerous people marching against the war through the window. His face was getting paler.

"Why war! Hu People is just like us, just ordinary people! Let us not be the initiators of war!"

"Let Hu People solve the problem Hu People, Caliphate People and Sassanid People, what is it to do with Great Tang!"

...

Screams of shouts came into my ears, not far from the front, a team of thousands of people raised their arms, just swept across the street, and another team followed immediately, turbulent Come. One, two, three ... the demonstrators were far more numerous than expected.

The distant Khorasan has a war like a heavy * fall, completely detonating the anti-war sentiment of the crowd.

Countless people took to the streets, but hundreds of miles away, already met at least seven or eight people in the parade, and the voices of anti-war raged on the clouds. Each of these hissing shouts exhausted into the heart of Wang Chong's like a puppet. Wang Chong leaned against the carriage, closed his eyes deeply, and every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

The carriage continues.

And gradually, it seems that more news has been conveyed on Imperial Court, and the crowd has gradually changed the direction of the demonstration. From the beginning "to peace, not war" to "opposition to generals", the goal is finally pointed Wang Chong:

"All of this is the idea of ​​King of Foreign Territory! Let's march together, listen to Heaven, let Royal Court know our intentions!"

"Down with King of Foreign Territory!"

...

Crying shaking the Heaven and moving the Earth, and just in the most prosperous area of ​​Jingshi, Wang Chong saw a high platform, and seven or eight Tsing Yi confucian scholar gathered together, and was criticizing themselves loudly on the high platform:

"The world ’s already is peaceful, why did King of Foreign Territory propose to send troops to Khorasan at this time?"

"One million in the Southwest Four hundred thousand, Talas and Khorasan, already killed a hundred and four hundred thousand, isn't don't tell me enough? How many people will he kill? He even proposed to send troops to Khorasan again on Imperial Court!"

"King of Foreign Territory is the biggest killer in Great Tang!"

"Down with King of Foreign Territory! We must let Sage Emperor dismiss all King of Foreign Territory positions. We Great Tang cannot tolerate such a killer!"

...

Below the platform, there are many people, and a few confucian scholars responded with every response. With every shout, countless crowds responded wildly. Waves of sound wave after wave, just like the tide, shaking the world.

"These **** !!!"

Hearing these words, Su Shixuan's eyes are red and the killing heart is there!

A loyal and sincere to Empire, one who has spared all his life, and turned the tide at an extremely critical moment, a hero who was in danger in the Northwest crisis and no soldiers available, and who did their best for Great Tang. In their mouths, has it become a killer Ying Ye Great Demon King?

don't tell me They forgot how the crowd was empty when the adults just returned to the city, how to worship him and treat him like a hero?

It's only a short time, why can people be so fickle!

At that moment, Su Shixuan's heart was bleeding. No one can insult Lord King in this way. Su Shixuan would rather die than see a Great Tang hero who is insulted and vilified like this.

"I want to kill these bastards!"

Su Shixuan clenched his fists tightly and was about to jump out of the carriage.

"Forget it, let them go!"

At this moment, a tired voice came into my ears. Hearing this voice, Su Shixuan is extremely uncomfortable.

"But Lord King!"

"Let them go!"

Wang Chong said again, he leaned back against the horse carriage, motionless. His eyes were extremely bleak. He didn't care about the malicious attacks and scolds from confucian scholar. What really cared about him was the people around the stands who were intensely emotional and responded to waves. When those scolding sounds followed the confucian scholar, it was more painful than the cold sword.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

Just at this time, beside the road, suddenly a childish voice was introduced into the ear, attracting the attention of Wang Chong's.

"Falling Dragon and Tiger!"

"Southern Yan and North return!"

"Optimus Prime!"

...

The sound is slick and the sound of the sword is very different among the people in this parade.

Wang Chong's heart suddenly opened a curtain. I saw a little boy, seven or eight years old, wearing a blue coat and waving a bamboo sword, by the street, beside a drug store. Although the bamboo sword is fluttering and has little strength, the little boy's eyes are clear and his expression is very serious.

The crowd is all around, but it's as if it has nothing to do with him. The little boy was fully absorbed, as if the whole world had only the bamboo sword in his hand.

"Why? Didn't you see everyone marching, are you against the war?"

Suddenly, a thick voice came from the side. Before the little boy could react, a rough, fan-like slap stretched out from the side, and his face was covered with a slap on the back of his head. At the same time, he took the bamboo sword in his hand. Slap,

"Did you hear what was said in the restaurant? The people who went to the battlefield had worn out stomachs, and they all came out. The old lady raised you so big, not to let you die on the battlefield. Your young youngster Ji did not learn well , Do n’t get me into the house, read well! Remember, never dance again! ”

Along with that voice, a woman in a kerchief skirt had a strong voice, appeared behind the little boy, and fluttered her head and covered her face.

"But mom, why?"

The little boy looked up, his face full of grievances, and he wanted to argue. But was soon interrupted.

"There is no reason why, there is nothing promising about being a soldier, and those who like to fight are not good things!"

Screaming mother.