The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Chapter 381 The Historian's Inner Thoughts

Inside Fengtian Hall.

Just when Zhou Hui gritted his teeth and was ready to leave his life to God.

His 'master' is here.

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"Shua——!!"

Wei Jiuzhao twitched the soft knife on his waist violently.

A dark blue figure flipped in the air and actually blocked several long swords!

He gritted his teeth, held up the knife with one hand to block the attack, grabbed Hao Chuan's collar with the other hand, and backed away while cursing.

"Are you crazy?!"

"When did heroism take over that slick little brain of yours?!"

"I'm telling you, I'm not here to save you. I wish you would die here, far away!"

"I'm considering the overall situation!"

Wei Jiuzhao retreated step by step without thinking.

The imperial guards pounced like wolves and tigers. Amidst the flash of swords and sabers, Wei Jiuzhao suddenly whispered something in Hao Chuan's ear.

"Kuo'er—he's not dead."

At this moment, the world seemed to be paused.

Hao Chuan was stunned, and the blood and pain were left far behind.

In his ears were the roar of the imperial guards on one side and the chatter of Wei Jiuzhao on the other.

"Blah blah blah...are you crazy?"

"Bala bala... smooth brain!"

"Blah blah, Kuo'er is not dead..."

"What did you say?!"

Hao Chuan suddenly turned around.

"What did you say?!"

Wei Jiuzhao was so angry that he kicked him in the calf.

"I said—Ku'er is not dead!!"

"But I won't be with you even if I'm not dead!"

"He's lying soft and sweet on my bed right now!"

This kick didn't hurt Hao Chuan, but instead made his eyes red.

He gritted his teeth and his voice trembled.

“…It doesn’t matter if we can’t be together.”

"As long as he is alive and living happily...that's enough."

"I just want him to live..."

Wei Jiuzhao's eyelids twitched, and for a moment he didn't know whether to kick him again or scold him.

Guo Bin and Qiu Ping also came over to help take over Hao Chuan.

Zhou Hui and Wei Jiuzhao stood in front of the injured Hao Chuan, separating the imperial guards and Tan Ying.

Wei Jiuzhao, whose anger level was rising sharply, looked at Hao Hengshan and spat suddenly.

"What a bullshit general."

"The Hao family has been brave for generations, how could they have produced a coward like you!"

"Even if Hao Chuan isn't your biological child, you've been with him day and night for so many years. How could you be so cold and indifferent?"

Hao Hengshan's face turned pale and blue, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The emperor looked at this scene and suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes as if he was watching a farce.

"OK……"

"So you're all in the same group."

He glanced around the entire hall and suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Who else?"

"Are you willing to stand with them?"

A dead silence.

Some were kneeling, some were hiding, some were trembling with their heads down, and no one dared to move.

——Until someone slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Yang Longtan, although I don't have great power, I am willing to risk my life to fight for a ray of light."

then--

"The Minister of War is willing to go with me."

"Youdu Yushi, I no longer wish to be an accomplice to a tiger."

"Although I have been a coward for half my life, I am willing to stand shoulder to shoulder with you all today!"

One, two, three... more than a dozen people came out one after another!

They stood in the Fengtian Hall, behind those people.

After all, the human heart cannot be deeply explored.

Except Yang Longtan, among those who stood up.

Some are high-rolling gamblers who risk their lives.

Some are people who can see the direction of the wind and judge the situation.

Others were already disheartened and completely disappointed with the emperor.

Not all of them are honest and upright people. They may have been selfish, compromised, and tried to survive in power struggles.

But at least at this moment, they had the courage to stand against Longzi, against authority, and against rules.

The hearts of the people in the field were in turmoil.

In the corner, a young historian was trembling, holding a bamboo slip and a pen, his mind working rapidly, with a record in each hand.

One reads:

"The emperor was wise and decisive. He immediately executed the traitorous ministers, intimidated all officials in front of him, and saved the government from collapse. This is what a sage monarch does."

The other one is.

"The tyrant brought disaster to the country, killing loyal and good people. The whole court was outraged. The ministers risked their lives to protect justice. Finally, they slew the dragon and the world was restored!"

He glanced guiltily at the emperor and then at the aggressive lunatics.

Then I added silently in my heart:

"Please win quickly."

"If I win, I can write a court version of Water Margin!"

"If it's adapted into a storybook and read among the people, wouldn't I be making a killing?"

……

The emperor laughed first, softly.

"Very good...very good."

"Yang Longtan... Right Censor-in-Chief... Vice Minister of War..."

"You people who feed at my feet are really putting on a good show."

His eyes were cold, but his tone was extremely gentle.

"I'll ask you again."

"You, do you know what you are doing?"

"If you stand up today, you will become my enemy—"

"They are enemies of the laws of this world."

"I will let you know what it means, the reverse scales cannot be touched, and the dragon's might cannot be violated!"

Having said this, there is a slight pause.

The emperor stood on the steps, his head slightly raised, looking down at the dozen or so people.

It was as if he was leaving them a glimmer of hope, or as if he was giving them his last mercy.

"I'm in no hurry."

"Think about it again."

"Think clearly, is it loyalty or rebellion?"

There was complete silence in the Fengtian Hall.

Those people either stood with their heads held high, or had firm eyes, or clenched fists, and even some elderly people were trembling slightly, but they still stood straight.

No one knelt.

No one begged for mercy.

No one took a step back.

The smile in the emperor's eyes finally disappeared, replaced by a tremendous chill.

He slowly raised his hand and waved his fingers.

"Right here—"

"—Strangulation."

This statement came out.

Those ministers who did not stand up cried and shouted.

"Your Majesty, please understand. We, your subjects, swear to follow you till death!"

"Your Majesty is so wise!!"

"Just kill them, don't implicate me!"

Voices rose and fell, all hoping to clear themselves and avoid being implicated.

The entire hall was in chaos, but no one dared to move.

The young historian was still huddled in the corner, the tip of the pen in his hand had broken, and the ink on the bamboo slips was blurred.

His lips were dry and there was a layer of cold sweat on his back. He reached for the spare pen with trembling hands, his mind racing.

——How should I record this?

His throat moved as if he was about to swallow a knife.

Then he muttered in a low voice.

"Tyrants murder loyal ministers and silence the people with the noose, but they do not know that this action is leaving a legacy for future generations."

“I…I write!”

"Today I'm not going to write a Water Margin, I'm going to write a reversal version of 'Investiture of the Gods'!"

"Even if the noose is wrapped around my head, at least this deal is worth it!"

Then, he pressed the pen hard on the bamboo slips and wrote down the names of those who stood up. He glanced at them who were being approached by the imperial guards, his eyes red.

I added silently in my heart.

——"If you can survive."

——"Then you will be the true heroes in my history books."

……

Wei Jiuzhao raised his head and sighed, cursing softly, "It's really fatal."

Then he suddenly shouted at the top of his voice:

"Prince Ruyang!!!"

"Luo Mian!!!!!!"

"You keep saying things like 'the time has not come yet' and 'wait for things to change'—"

"Now we are all about to be strangled on the spot!!"

"Please have mercy, old man!"

“Help!!!!”