The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1030: Master, what does this mean?

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April 18, the first year of Daxia, is Chen time.

A fleet of vehicles rolled out of the palace. In the shocked sight of the civil and military officials, the news of His Majesty’s inspection tour of Daxia came out——

"No, don't we want to go to war with the Liao Dynasty? Why is the emperor still on tour?"

"Does Your Majesty really want to lead the expedition in person?"

"That's not right, I just saw the arrangements of the Ministry of Rites. Your Majesty is going to accompany the capital Jinling!"

"Jinling?...Perhaps His Majesty misses Jinling? After all, he has lived in that place for so long, so he should go and visit it."

"But there's going to be a war!"

"Isn't there a Ministry of National Defense? There are three provinces for government affairs, and military affairs should naturally be handled by the Ministry of National Defense."

"...Your Majesty's heart is so big!"

Not only the palace, but the people in Guanyun City were also excited.

It is certainly an exciting thing for the great emperor to visit such a huge country.

Tide-like crowds stood on both sides of the street, shouting and waving desperately to express their admiration for the emperor.

Fu Xiaoguan opened a corner of the Longjian window. He didn't stand up and say hello to the people. He just watched quietly with a happy face.

A sense of pride arose spontaneously.

He suddenly felt that everything he had done was worth it!

This is the recognition of him by the people, which shows that he has done a good job as emperor and that he is on the right path.

He is the leader of Daxia. Whether the sheep can find a place with abundant water and grass, and whether they can eat grass safely and comfortably is his responsibility as the leader.

He suddenly felt that this matter was very meaningful. It was very meaningful to lead this group of lovely people out of poverty and become rich and towards a well-off society.

Speaking of it, he is the largest landowner in the Daxia Empire, and these people are his tenants. He gave them a good life, but in fact he still controlled their destiny.

So...if you think about it carefully, this kind of worship is not a good thing.

If one day these common people are calm about this, they feel that this is what an emperor should do, and they feel that the emperor is no different from themselves, it's just that the division of labor is different.

The people can even decide who will be the emperor, and they can control the emperor's destiny. This is the ideal country.

However, this is a line of civilization development, and all he can do is enlighten the people's wisdom.

As for how far they can see and when they will wake up, they certainly cannot see that day coming.

Seeds are only sown with the hope of sprouting. They may rot in the dirty soil, or they may take root and thrive.

Who knows?

That is the cage of thought. Only when the seed grows into a towering tree can the cage be broken.

"You don't seem happy?"

In the dragon chariot, Xu Yunqing watched Fu Xiaoguan's face change from joy to gloominess and was a little confused. This was clearly the people's support for his son. Has such a prosperous age ever happened?

"No, I just think they are still very pitiful."

Xu Yunqing was extremely puzzled, and Su Su and Xu Xinyan were also extremely puzzled.

"Now the people are living a very good life. According to the information sent by Xishan Express, the people in all parts of Daxia are now at least well-fed and well-clothed. After all, Daxia has only been established for one year. In two or three years, their lives will be different. It will be better!"

Xu Yunqing comforted her son. She thought this was his compassion. She was right, but there was a slight deviation in the definition of compassion - Fu Xiaoguan's compassion came from the spiritual level.

The people of Daxia are indeed much better materially. Materials affect the spirit, and their spiritual outlook is also much better.

But this is not the kind of spirit that Fu Xiaoguan thought. That kind of spirit is still tightly locked in the cage. What he hopes is that one day someone can jump out and say to Fu Xiaoguan: Do you still want to be the emperor? many problems!

The current situation is that he has become a **** in the hearts of the people of Daxia!

God is unquestionable!

If anyone dared to jump out and accuse him at this time, he firmly believed that person would be beaten to death.

Well, my influence is still needed for the time being, at least until the Liao Dynasty is overthrown and the Silk Road on sea and land is completely opened.

"Mom is right, I am a little impatient." Fu Xiaoguan did not explain. After all, there was no one in the world with whom he could think alike.

Deep in his soul, he is lonely.

Like a lonely traveler, like an ascetic monk.

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"Your Majesty's reputation among the people is so high that no one has been able to match it for thousands of years!"

In a large carriage, Jia Nanxing also opened the curtain and looked at the crowd of people who were seeing each other outside and said with great emotion.

The fat man sat cross-legged in the carriage, his chubby face full of pride: "Of course the son I raised is awesome!"

Jia Nanxing glanced at the fat man and said after a long time: "Actually, Emperor Wen was also a man of great courage!"

The fat man’s small eyes widened: “Why is he so courageous?”

"After Emperor Wen learned that His Majesty was from Linjiang, he began to prepare for the abdication. He planned the dethroning of Empress Xiao, and also planned the killing of the Crown Prince and the Prince. In the end, he lured out the Queen Mother Xi."

"All of this is to pave the way for His Majesty's return. If it weren't for Emperor Wen's sacrifice, there would be no gains in Daxia today. He exchanged his own life for the splendor of Daxia today. Isn't this great courage?"

The fat man was speechless, or perhaps he was unwilling to compete with his dead half-brother. He did not dwell on the credit anymore, but looked at Jia Nanxing worriedly——

"Old Jia, the pill that Nangong Piaoxue gave you...doesn't it have any effect?"

That pill refers to the imitation Peiyuan Zaizao Pill.

"The effect is still there, and the skill will definitely not be restored, but I feel that the internal injuries and serious illness are much better."

"It's a pity that even Shui Yunjian can't tell the difference between two of the medicines. Otherwise... you would have taken that Peiyuan Zaizao Pill?"

Jia Nanxing grinned. Shuiyunjian cherished the Peiyuan Zaozhao pills used for analysis. He only cut a few of them, and Fu Xiaoguan gave him most of the remaining pills.

But he didn't eat.

Because he knew that if he ate it, it would be a waste - he didn't have much life left. This was not a problem that pills could solve. He was seventy-two years old, which was considered a seventy-year-old.

Jia Nanxing took out a jade box from his arms and handed it to the fat man, "I will return it to him after I die."

"Aren't you making it difficult for me to be a human being?"

Jia Nanxing looked at the fat man and said, "Only a saint-level emperor can live longer and lead Daxia to greater glory!"

"Your Majesty has so many things to do, he has no time to practice. This pill is his only hope to break through to the holy level!"

"Even if my martial arts skills are still there, it is impossible for me to be by his side all the time. Even if your martial arts skills are higher than before, you still cannot be with him 12 hours a day."

"Daxia is getting bigger and bigger, and his enemies will become more and more numerous. Don't forget that the world is huge, and the Holy Order... I'm afraid it's not just you and I who know this!"