Chapter 1283 New Changes! Shaofu Division

Chapter 1283

"In the Battle of the Southwest, everyone only remembers the great deeds of the young Hou who led thousands of soldiers who had lost all their wealth and recruited suddenly, turned the tide, and defeated the 400,000 army of Mengwu with 100,000. Everyone should sing the praises of the hero of the young Hou, And the extraordinary military art, how many people are there in the Southwest that was once rich, once harmonious, and the people of the two countries once melted like a pot of pulp!"

At the end of the storyteller's speech, he had a heartbroken expression on his face.

"asshole!"

Su Shixuan was furious:

"My lord, these guys have simple and sinister intentions. They clearly want everyone to shift the responsibility to your lord, and deliberately divert the dirty water to your lord! Who doesn't know that the Southwest War broke out long before your lord intervened. And if It’s not my lord, the southwestern border is more than thousands of miles away, and the number of casualties is still unknown! This bastard, I don’t know how much money he has received from others to say that, I have to tear his mouth!"

A nameless anger surged up, Su Shixuan got up and left without saying a word, his fists clenching loudly. Storytelling is storytelling, discussing facts as they stand. Like this storyteller, he intentionally made everyone associate the results of the Southwest War with Wang Chong. His intentions were extremely evil. If he said that he did not receive money from anyone and was instructed by others, he would not believe it.

Having been by Wang Chong's side for so long, it is precisely because he clearly knows what Wang Chong has done and what he has paid for the empire that he cannot tolerate other people's insults and slanders towards Wang Chong. This is even more than their own anger when they are insulted. This is also what Su Shixuan and others have in common.

A person with a sincere heart who has gone all out for the empire and saved crisis after crisis should never be humiliated like this. Otherwise, what dignity does this empire have?

"stop!"

Just when Su Shixuan rushed out and was about to teach the storyteller a lesson, a voice suddenly came from beside his ear, and Su Shixuan's heart trembled. I saw Wang Chong behind him, with a coercive expression, standing still, and there was something special in his eyes:

"There are countless storytellers in this capital, do you want to teach them one by one?"

"But my lord..."

What else did Su Shixuan want to distinguish. But Wang Chong waved his hand and stopped him.

"Don't you understand? What I worry about is never these storytellers. It's people's hearts. Look at those who listen to books."

Wang Chong sighed and said suddenly.

Su Shixuan was shocked,

Subconsciously turned around. Following Wang Chong's gaze, he looked around the stands. For the first time, Su Shixuan's attention was not on the stands, but on the audience. There were only a few spectators, all looking at the blue-robed storyteller in the stands, fascinated.

They were not the only ones. They looked away from the restaurant and looked out at the crowds of people sitting on boards and even standing. All the old people, children, and women all looked up at the storyteller with dignified expressions, all of them were silent.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, Su Shixuan's heartstrings trembled, as if he understood something.

"See clearly?"

In the dark, Wang Chong's voice came from beside his ears. It was faint and seemed extremely far away:

"This time, I asked you to arrange a box. When you come here, it's not the storyteller on the stage. It's the people and people's hearts around him. You can't change a person's mind, and you can't change their mind forever. It's them themselves, and it's the thoughts that already existed in their hearts. Although this storyteller is inseparable from Confucianism, at least one thing, the examples he cited, the data before and after the war, are all true , without any arrangement. I believe that even though they are enemies, Li Junxian and the Confucian sect must disdain to do such a thing."

"Confucianism is worthy of our worries, but from the beginning to the end, what is really worthy of our concern is the changed people's hearts. The Tang Dynasty has been fighting for decades and has never stopped. Now people's minds are at ease, and people's hearts are tired of war. And Li Jun Xian and the others just catered to this kind of mentality and came into being!"

Wang Chong said with a solemn expression. Although his eyes stayed on the storyteller on the stage, but more often, they were on the people beside the stands and outside the restaurant. In their eyes, Wang Chong saw something, a change. This is what he is really worried and worried about.

"...There is also the Northwest of the Tang Dynasty, the Battle of Talas, the Battle of Khorasan, the Great Tang defeated the many with a small force, and with a weak force, killed the army of millions of Dashi, even the generation of military gods of Dashi Qu Dibo was killed in battle. It was because of this achievement that the young Marquis was appreciated by the sage, and he was named the king of a foreign land, becoming the first king with a different surname that had never existed in the Tang Dynasty. Everyone knows about it. But do you know the impact of this war on the entire Tang Dynasty?"

On the stage, the green-robed storyteller knocked on the wooden board first, and then continued:

"The Silk Road is the most prosperous commercial channel in our Tang Dynasty. There are countless camel caravans passing through this road every year. All kinds of silk, agate, coral, emerald, tea, porcelain..., Day by day, there is an endless stream, packed tightly and tightly, accumulating like a mountain, all the way through Qixi, Anxi, across Talas, and then from Samarkand, Khorasan..., all the way to the distant Dashi and Tiaozhi, Even farther away. This is a real road to prosperity, and even many businessmen call it the road of gold, saying that what flows on this road is not trade goods, but gold like gold juice. Because the people who covet this road Wealth, so there are a lot of horse bandits and bandits on the Silk Road, but what about now?"

"The current bandits and horse bandits have disappeared without a trace, and on the Silk Road, although the trade between the East and the West has not been cut off, the caravans passing through it are now sparse, less than one in ten, far from the past. The grand occasion. The war between Datang and Dashi has almost completely cut off the trade between the two sides. And Khorasan is an iron wall lying there, which involves tens of millions of taels, or even nearly 100 million taels a year. Important trade routes for gold are cut off."

"Speaking of the Southwest, everyone thinks it's too far away. But the starting point of the Silk Road is in the capital of the Tang Dynasty. Every year, how much silk, porcelain, tea, and various other goods are sold, it's like flowing water. But after this war, don't you feel what is going on now? Don't you feel that your living standards have dropped and the goods you sell have decreased. The Hu people who came to the capital also It is not as much as before, wherever the merchants of Datang go to other deserts, they can feel the hostility and rejection of each other. This is war! Is this what you want?"

At the end, the voice of Mr. Qingpao Storyteller suddenly rose a lot.

Under the stands, there was a dead silence, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Unlike before, this time there was a hint of thought in everyone's eyes.

"Peace! We don't want war!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted. Soon, the others seemed to wake up and shouted.

"No war!"

"No war!"

...

At first there were only a few sparse people, but later, more and more people shouted excitedly. Everyone's voices seemed to be condensed into one, and in the end, even the spectators in the Yunzhong Restaurant also yelled.

"absurd!"

Just when the crowd was at its most intense, suddenly, there was a loud shout. In the restaurant box not far from Wang Chong, a burly man with the aura of a military general suddenly overturned the table and walked out of the box.

"You rotten scholar! The soldiers are desperately throwing their heads and blood on the front line, and the corpse shrouded in horse leather is the source of disaster when it comes to you? Without us generals, do you know how many more people will be killed or injured!"

The burly middle-aged man was as angry as a male lion. With a few strides, he suddenly stepped onto the stands, grabbed the storyteller by the collar like a chicken, and pulled him from the ground. raised it.

"It's none of my business, it's none of my business! I'm just talking about the facts..."

The storyteller in the green robe, with a face full of fear, kept patting the hands of the burly man, unable to resist at all.

It happened suddenly, and everyone was stunned by this scene.

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, there was a shout, and before everyone could react, a light flashed, and a young man, dressed in white like snow, suddenly appeared on the stand of the restaurant on the second floor, and he shot away with just one move. The middle-aged man's arm sealed his acupoints, and he grabbed the man.

While capturing the middle-aged man, the white-clothed man's sleeves slipped, revealing an ink mark on his wrist. Seeing this mark, the faces of Wang Chong and Su Shixuan in the box changed slightly.

"My lord, you are from the Confucian sect!"

Su Shixuan said in a deep voice. That middle-aged man had a strong military aura on his body, and his strength should be at the seventh or eighth level of Xuanwu Realm, or even higher, but under the hands of that Confucian young man in white, he didn't have the ability to resist at all.

"Let go of me, who the hell are you!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man yelled loudly. While talking, he violently resisted.

"Hmph, we are the newly established Shaofu Division of the imperial court. We are responsible for quelling riots in the capital and all over the country, especially dealing with crimes committed by generals and soldiers. If you have anything to do, let your superior go to the Shaofu Division to file a complaint!"

The Confucian young man in white said coldly. While speaking, he waved his palm and revealed a token, on which the word Shaofusi could be faintly seen.

"Come on, take him away!"

The young man in white looked stern, and waved his hand towards the back. Immediately, two heavily armed soldiers escorted the middle-aged man from left to right, and walked downstairs.

"Shaofusi? What Shaofusi! I haven't heard of it, let me go!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the young man in white, still struggling.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, everyone will know before long! Take it away!"

The young man in white said.