Chapter 1321 Germination, the Awakening of People's Wisdom!

Chapter 1321

Wang Chong was in a trance for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, unfolded his movement skills, and walked towards the Wang family's mansion without looking back.

Behind him, the guards of the Duke of E's Mansion headed by him and the other two Extreme Martial Army soldiers also separated from Wang Chong, quickly headed in another direction, and disappeared into the darkness.

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Leaving the edge of the woods in the south of the city, a gust of night wind blew in front of him. Wang Chong felt cold all over his body, and suddenly he woke up a lot. A bright moon appeared in the sky at some point, and the surroundings were dark and silent. Looking at the quiet Wang Chong in the capital, he suddenly felt like he was in a dream.

Thinking back carefully, everything was so unreal. Wang Chong still can't believe it. He really saw those old seniors. Looking around, he couldn't see any evidence to prove that he had seen them. People feel more like in a dream.

However, he took out the invitation card with a golden cover from his bosom, and looked at the golden mark at the end of the text of the invitation card, Wang Chong knew that this time it was not his illusion. Moreover, knowing Jie Zhijie, in Wang Chong's memory, the only person who can be linked to this golden seal is Cheng Zhijie, the unrivaled military general in Taizong's era more than a hundred years ago.

Suppressing his emotions, Wang Chong immediately headed towards the Wang family's mansion.

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As time passed, Wang Chong felt a lot better after meeting the three seniors who supported him in his previous life in the underground passage. As several seniors said, since what you are looking for is not this, why should you care? Even if you are slandered by the world, what should you care about?

Not to mention the movement of Wang Chong in the mansion, in the capital, after Zhu Zi, with the help of people with good intentions, the slander against Wang Chong became more and more intense. In restaurants and teahouses, more and more storytellers preached The education of Confucianism also refuted Wang Chong's claim that power is truth. Later, criticizing Wang Chong even became common practice and became a trend in the capital.

However, extremes lead to opposites. When everyone criticized Wang Chong as useless and described him as an ambitious conspirator, some people looked at these things and had some different thoughts in their hearts.

"Now everyone knows that the reason why there are so many wars in the Tang Dynasty is because those generals are ambitious, and in order to satisfy their own selfish desires, they continue to fight. Rush to master!"

In a restaurant in the capital, a storyteller was wearing a blue robe, and he was dancing and dancing while talking on it.

"good!"

Under the stands, the crowd was densely packed. When they heard the resonance, they cheered and applauded vigorously.

"This is wrong! A country should allow different voices. The foreign king may privately recruit soldiers and horses, or open an armory privately, but what he said is not wrong! Datang should not disarm one-sidedly, and put hope in peace On the peace talks between the parties!"

In the dense crowd, no one noticed a tall and thick man, but frowned slightly.

At the very beginning, he was indeed infected by the crazy crowd around him, but gradually another voice emerged from the depths of his heart.

"Might is truth", "the law of the jungle", "the strong prey on the weak"... the thoughts that he read in that book kept coming to mind, even when he criticized Wang Chong most fiercely, he never disappeared from his mind , but more and more profound.

"It's all wrong..."

The man muttered to himself, looking at the crazy crowd in front of him, a complex look flashed in his eyes, finally turned his head, separated the crowd and left the restaurant.

And far more than just one person has the same idea.

In the Golden Crow Building in the west of the city, a storyteller was staggering and came over drunk. He was the main storyteller in this Golden Crow Building. In the battle between soldiers and Confucians, almost all the storytellers made a lot of money.

"Shopkeeper, it's open for business! Tell them,

Today's show is about to start! "

The storyteller in a robe was drunk and ready to start his own storytelling program as usual. Although he is good at wine, he has always been articulate and full of wit when he tells the story, which is why he is very popular in the west of the city.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, we are closed today, so we won't be talking about books."

But this time, before he could pass by, there was a servant in the Golden Crow Tower, who walked up a few strides early to block him.

"What! Just kidding! You are talking nonsense here, do you know what will happen when I tell you shopkeepers later!"

Zhang Qiao, who was wearing a long robe, hiccupped, cursed and pushed, and continued to barge in.

"Mr. Zhang, you really can't go in!"

Unexpectedly, the young servant circled around and blocked his way again.

"Besides, this is what the shopkeeper means!"

"What!"

Zhang Qiao trembled all over, and stopped abruptly, watching the servant in front of him wake up from the wine.

"Impossible! The shopkeeper is absolutely impossible to do this, do you know how much business you will lose if I don't tell stories every day!""

Zhang Qiao said sharply. He originally thought that the other party would give in more or less, but the final result was quite different from what he had imagined.

"Hehe, the shopkeeper said that he can bear this loss, Mr. Zhang, you should go elsewhere!"

As the young man said, he bowed and saluted, while speaking, he stretched out his hand to signal Zhang Qiao to go or not.

"Okay! Remember, don't regret it!"

Zhang Qiao finally came to his senses, widened his eyes, and shouted into the Golden Crow Tower. Then he flicked his sleeves and left angrily. 】

After the storyteller left, a figure in the Golden Crow Building came out from the darkness.

"Shopkeeper, Mr. Zhang's storytelling is well-known in the entire capital. Isn't it good for us to drive him away like this? I'm afraid the restaurant will lose a lot of customers this time!"

The boy walked up to the shopkeeper of Jinwu Tower, and suddenly said, with deep worry in his eyes.

"Let him go!"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant stood in front of the door, but his eyes were unusually firm:

"The voices criticizing the foreign king in the capital are getting louder and more intense. I don't know if what the foreign king said is right, but I know that he has indeed saved the Southwest and the entire Anxi and Qixi. Such a person should not be insulted like this, and what he said may not be wrong!"

The last sentence was not spoken. During this period of time, the voices of peace and anti-war in the capital became more and more intense. In this general environment, no one had just made other voices, but deep down he knew that some of the words about the king of foreign lands were not true .

After thinking silently for a long time, he finally made a decision. Someone in the whole country must have a real voice. Maybe he would lose a lot of business if he did so, but if he didn't, he would never sleep well, at least in his heart This is his real thought.

Time changed, like a sudden awakening from a big dream.

While countless people are throwing themselves into this anti-war movement, another trend of thought is slowly awakening.

Although no one can resist Zhu Zi's influence, and no one can fight against this great trend, gradually more and more people are reflecting on themselves and expressing their support for Wang Chong in their own way, which is also the thinking of this empire .

In the capital city, it was far more than just that one restaurant that stopped storytelling and banned those storytellers from entering. When everyone was cheering wildly and fell into madness, far more than one person turned around and left amid fierce screams.

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"Zhu Zi is not necessarily right, we should make our own voices!"

In the bamboo grove, several Confucian scholars were gathering together, when one of the Confucian scholars suddenly spoke.

If these words spread out, I'm afraid it will immediately cause an uproar.

Zhu Zi's status is unshakable by anyone, even supreme. The second voice is no longer heard in the current school, and no student dares to argue with the teacher, but everyone knows that even saints make mistakes, let alone Zhu Zi.

In China, China, the tradition of civil and military coexistence has existed for thousands of years. There must be a reason why this system has existed for so long. However, Confucianism is no longer about promoting Confucianism, but trying to pull out military strategists from the root. If Yidi paid attention to benevolence and righteousness and kept his promises, the whole world would have been at peace long ago, so why wait until now.

"What's going on with the King of Foreign Lands, I believe everyone understands that if he really has evil intentions, how can the Holy Emperor tolerate him. A person who has made great contributions to the country should not be insulted like this, this is justice!"

Another Confucian scholar sat cross-legged on the ground and said.

"It's not just that, you've all seen that power is truth, whether it's right or not, there's some truth to it, and everyone should understand it. Everyone is in an irrational state now, and things will happen sooner or later if things go on like this !"

The third Confucian scholar also spoke, and as he spoke, he glanced at the "Might is Truth" piled up in front of him.

The more the truth is debated, the more clear it is, and there is no warmth in the relationship between countries. The truth in the foreign land king's book has been verified countless times in the past.

It is precisely because after reading it, what is said in the book is correct and hits the nail on the head, so they gather here, because of their common views, they gathered together.

"Something has to be done, this can't go on like this!"

Several people in the bamboo forest glanced at each other and nodded heavily. Several people's reactions were already fast, but others reacted even faster.

Just a few days later, several unsigned books were quickly published in the capital and appeared in the streets and alleys. , These books interpret Wang Chong's "Might Is Truth" and "On War" in their own way, and support him in their own way.

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"We want peace, not war!"

"Down with the alien king! Down with the murderous devil!"

"Humans have no etiquette, so different from animals! Might is truth is a bunch of nonsense!"

"Disarmament, disarmament! We don't want an army!"

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On Qinglong Street, the busiest place in the capital, there were wave after wave of demonstrators, extending from one end of Qinglong Street to the other, and even spreading to Zhuque Street and other streets, with no end in sight.