Chapter 1289 Changes in People's Hearts!

Chapter 1289

After doing all this, Su Shixuan didn't want to disturb Wang Chong, so he chose a secluded road with few people and headed towards the Wang family's mansion.

Too many things have happened during this period, and the prince is really too tired!

It was quiet in the carriage. Wang Chong leaned his back against the carriage, tilted his head slightly, and his mind was going up and down. After doing all this, he didn't feel the slightest sense of relief in his heart. Instead, he felt more and more heavy. People's war weariness has reached such a point. Everyone thinks of peace too beautifully and too simply. Peace needs to be fought, worked hard, and won by oneself.

When many people are discussing that the sky is high and the emperor is far away in Khorasan, and the war there has nothing to do with the Tang Dynasty, no one understands that the same thing can happen in the Middle Earth and the Tang Dynasty. Everyone doesn't understand at all, sometimes it's not that you want to fight, but you have to fight!

What happened in Khorasan, that is the real world.

"Boom!"

While thinking, suddenly, the carriage shook and stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chong opened his eyes and said.

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

Su Shixuan's voice came from outside the carriage, there was a trace of tremor in his voice, and he was faintly flustered. He immediately tried to change his ways, but it was too late.

"We don't want war!—"

A shocking, hoarse shout was deafening, and suddenly came from the front:

"There have been too many wars in the Tang Dynasty!"

"Whoever dares to start a war is the enemy of everyone!"

"Once the general is successful, his bones will be exhausted, and the general will use all means to invite credit, and we will never agree!"

"How many people are going to die? One hundred thousand people, one million people, don't those generals be satisfied with the corpses littering the land of China? What does the war in Khorasan have to do with us? No war!"

...

Hearing the extremely intense, earth-shattering rolling sound, Wang Chong's face paled in the carriage,

Suddenly understood something.

"My lord!"

Su Shixuan turned his head subconsciously, looked at the carriage behind him, and suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. Things in the court are fermenting, the people in the capital are holding demonstrations, thousands of people gathered together and shouted loudly, and Su Shixuan sitting in front of the carriage, even heard shouts from everywhere in the capital .

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

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Chong's voice suddenly came from inside the carriage, which was unusually low. At that moment, even Su Shixuan didn't feel his heart tremble. He drew out the saber on his waist, and quietly cut off all the emblems on the car body.

Swish!

At a corner of the carriage, a curtain was raised, and Wang Chong looked out through the window. In the capital city, countless buildings are row upon row, spreading out endlessly in the field of vision. Just under the fluttering wine flags, Wang Chong saw a group of people gathered. Densely packed, thousands of people gathered together, far and near, on the streets and restaurants, there were figures everywhere.

Some people even moved tables and chairs and stood on them.

Wang Chong opened his eyes and saw men, women, old people, women, children... A group of people shouted and shouted, blushing, each of them was extremely excited, as if they had exhausted all their strength. A wave of people was brewing, and looking into the distance, Wang Chong saw more people gathering and shouting.

At that moment, an incomparable sense of strangeness welled up in my heart. Stunned, sad, heartbroken... all kinds of emotions flashed away from my heart, but the strongest one was a kind of deep regret. "One general's meritorious deeds lead to death", "Border generals will do whatever they can to claim credit", the current imperial court and the people in the capital must have misunderstood the war to such an extent.

How much does Datang have to pay, how much blood has to be shed, to learn from it, to give up all childishness and innocence, to understand the cruelty of this world, to understand that falling behind will be beaten, and to understand that being strong is the key to success. The only way to protect yourself!

Lululu, the carriage continued to move forward, mingling with countless other carriages that were also blocked, without attracting too much attention. Through the car window, Wang Chong saw countless people marching against the war. His face was also getting paler.

"Why war! Hu people are just like us, just ordinary people! We don't want to be the initiators of war!"

"Let the barbarians solve the problems of the barbarians themselves. The big cannibals and the Sassanid war have nothing to do with Datang!"

...

Waves of shouts came to my ears. Not far ahead, a team of thousands of people raised their arms high and just rushed across the street. Immediately, another team came behind them, surging forward. One, two, three..., the crowd of demonstrators was far more than imagined.

The war broke out in the distant Khorasan, like a heavy bomb, completely detonated the anti-war sentiment of the crowd.

Countless people took to the streets, but at a distance of hundreds of miles, at least seven or eight parade people have been encountered, and the voices of anti-war are clamoring. Each of these hoarse shouts pierced deeply into Wang Chong's heart like a thorn. Wang Chong leaned back against the carriage and closed his eyes deeply. Every breath seemed to exhaust all his strength.

The carriage continued on.

Gradually, it seemed that more news was conveyed to the hall, and the crowd gradually changed the direction of the demonstration. From the initial "want peace, not war" to "oppose generals", the target finally pointed to Wang Chong:

"All of this is the idea of ​​the King of Foreign Lands! Let's march together, go up to heaven to listen, and let the court know our intentions!"

"Down with the alien king!"

...

The shouts were earth-shattering, and in the most prosperous area of ​​the capital, Wang Chong even saw a high platform, and seven or eight Confucian students in Tsing Yi gathered together, criticizing himself loudly on the high platform:

"The world is already at peace, why did the foreign king propose to send troops to Khorasan at this time?"

"400,000 in the southwest, 1 million in Talas and Khorasan, 1.4 million has been killed, isn't it enough? How many people does he want to kill? He even proposed to send troops to Khorasan again in the court!"

"In the Tang Dynasty, the king of foreign lands is the biggest murderer!"

"Down with the king of foreign lands! We must let the Holy Emperor remove all the duties of the king of foreign lands. Our Great Tang cannot tolerate such a murderer!"

...

Under the high platform, there was a sea of ​​people, several Confucian scholars responded to every call, and every time they shouted, countless crowds responded frantically. Wave after wave of sound, like a tidal wave, shook the world.

"These bastards!!"

Hearing these words, Su Shixuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to kill someone!

A hero who was loyal to the empire, who risked all his wealth and life to turn the tide at an extremely critical moment, and a hero who was ordered to do his best for the Tang Dynasty when the Northwest was in crisis and no soldiers were available, came to their mouths. Did he become a big devil who killed Yingye?

Have they forgotten how they were empty-handed when the lord just returned to the city, how they worshiped him and regarded him as a hero?

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

At that moment, Su Shixuan's heart was bleeding. No one can insult the prince like this, Su Shixuan would rather die than see a hero of the Tang Dynasty being insulted and slandered like this.

"I'm going to kill these bastards!"

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

"Forget it, let them go!"

At this moment, a tired voice came to his ears. Hearing this voice, Su Shixuan felt extremely uncomfortable.

"But the prince!"

"Let them go!"

Wang Chong said again, leaning his back against the carriage, motionless. His eyes were dimmed. He didn't care about the malicious criticism and scolding of those Confucian scholars. What he really cared about was the people around the stands who were emotionally responding wave after wave. When those scolding voices sounded together with the Confucian scholars, it was more painful than a cold sword.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

At this moment, beside the road, a childish voice suddenly came to his ears, attracting Wang Chong's attention.

"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger!"

"South swallows return to north!"

"Optimus Prime Land!"

...

The sound was rigid, accompanied by the sound of swords, which was very different among the crowd in this parade.

With a thought in Wang Chong's mind, he suddenly opened a curtain, and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy wearing a small blue coat, waving a bamboo sword, next to a medicine shop on the side of the street. Although the bamboo sword is green and has no strength, the little boy has clear eyes and an extremely serious expression.

There were shouting crowds all around, but it seemed that it had nothing to do with him. The little boy was engrossed, as if the only thing left in the world was the bamboo sword in his hand.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see that everyone was marching 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 slapped him hard on the back of the head. At the same time, he snatched the bamboo sword from the little boy's hand, Snapped,

"Didn't you hear what was said in the restaurant? The people who went to the battlefield were so gutted that they all came out. My mother raised you so much, but she didn't want you to die on the battlefield. You didn't learn well at a young age, and you didn't Get the hell out of here and study hard! Remember, no sword dancing will be allowed in the future!"

Following the voice, a woman in a coarse skirt appeared behind the little boy with a stern voice, throwing her head and face and yelling at him.

"But mother, why?"

The little boy raised his head, trying to argue with aggrieved face. But it was quickly interrupted.

"There is no reason, what is the future of being a soldier, and those who like to fight are not good things!"

snapped the mother.