After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

Seeing that the argument was going on and on, Xu Guangshou spoke up: "Deposing the border generals is not feasible, nor is taking back their military power. I wonder what Your Majesty's opinion is?"

The square finally quieted down, and everyone's eyes fell on Chen Futu.

Chen Futu picked up his wine cup and strode off the stage. “In that case,” he said, “I will tell you all a story from history.”

Everyone became interested, and the girls widened their watery eyes.

Next, Chen Futu told the story of donning the yellow robe and releasing military power over a cup of wine, from bullying orphans and widows to the Candle Shadow and Axe Sound, from the God of War on the donkey cart to the Treaty of Chanyuan, and then the Jingkang Incident to the Battle of Yamen.

The stories told by Chen Futu were incredibly captivating, and everyone's heartstrings rose and fell with his narration, sometimes laughing, sometimes worrying, sometimes angry, and sometimes sad.

Especially when the Jingkang Incident was mentioned, the eyes of the three Sun siblings turned red, and everyone's gaze fell on them with sympathy and pity, but even more so with grief and indignation. Until the final Battle of Yamen, when Lu Xiufu carried the young emperor on his back and jumped into the sea to commit suicide, the bodies of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians floating on the sea also proclaimed the demise of an empire.

After the story was told, the square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone was immersed in grief and sorrow. This story had some similarities to the current Daqian Dynasty. The most obvious similarities were the emperor's stripping of military power and Sun Chengzong's execution by dismemberment at Shanhai Pavilion. The fabricated charges were exactly the same as those against Jingkang. Yue Fei won battle after battle, but was eventually recalled and executed by twelve imperial edicts. Although Sun Chengzong did not receive twelve imperial edicts, it was almost the same. If the new emperor and Wanyan Jiumei had not been weak-willed and refused to provide him with money, food and supplies, Sun Chengzong would have been pushed from the capital to Nanzhou long ago.

"Waaaaah, General Yue is so pitiful, and General Sun is so pitiful too!"

"How could this happen! What kind of emperor is this?!"

"Yes, a pearl is covered in dust; Heaven is blind."

The noble ladies present were wiping away tears and crying intensely.

Qi Yan sighed, "Does Your Majesty mean that the fate of the Great Qian Dynasty was already sealed? But what country was there in history? Why have I never heard of it?"

"That's right, this country doesn't exist; it must be something the king made up."

Everyone rubbed their red eyes and came to their senses, and the atmosphere eased a little.

Chen Futu said solemnly, "Although it is a story, it is thought-provoking. If we do not learn from it, who can say what the future holds?"

"Your Majesty is absolutely right, but what is the reason why the Great Qian Dynasty has fallen into its current state?"

Xu Guangshou and the others asked questions earnestly, showing a strong thirst for knowledge.

Chen Futu said, "Because the Great Qian Dynasty lacks cohesion."

"what for?"

"Why should a wise and virtuous ruler trusted by the people worry about someone holding military power?"

Next, Chen Futu explained to everyone what it means to be of one mind, what it means to mobilize the nation's resources to accomplish great things, and what faith is.

People can understand the unity of purpose between superiors and subordinates, and they can barely comprehend the idea of ​​mobilizing the nation's resources to accomplish great things, but as for faith, they have absolutely no understanding of it.

The imperial court and the common people were two very distinct social classes, especially in the feudal era. Not to mention the common people and the imperial court, there was a huge gap between ordinary people and larger families. It could be said that they would never have any contact with each other in their entire lives, not even in the slightest.

In this historical context, it was impossible for ordinary people to understand faith. Even learned scholars who had studied in private schools, or great Confucian scholars like Qi Yan, did not understand what a country's faith was.

"Since you can't understand, then I'll tell you another story."

Chen Futu's kingdom, named after Xia, tells a story of a dark history, a period etched into his very being, one he would never forget even after time travel.

At first, everyone thought it was another fabricated history and prepared themselves mentally, but as they listened, they still couldn't help but burst into tears.

Especially when they heard the cries that broke out every night and the white silk hanging in every household, when they heard of the deaths of 35 million soldiers and civilians, when they heard of the massacre in Nanjing, everyone's eyes were bloodshot and their eyes were about to burst.

More than 30 million people died! How many people were there in the entire Great Qian Dynasty? That was utter despair. How did those people manage to keep going?

Li Xiuning was also hearing Chen Futu recount this history for the first time. She suddenly realized something and burst into tears. As for Diaochan, although she appeared calm, she felt terrible inside. Her time and space were also devastated, with bones exposed in the wilderness and no roosters crowing for miles.

After the story was told, the square was filled with sighs and sobs.

Su Yun's white veil covering her face was soaked with sweat, and she covered her swollen eyes, choking back tears and unable to speak.

Chen Futu forced a smile and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Now, do you understand what faith is?"

Qi Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I understand. We must sweep away the Tartars and restore the Han dynasty. A country belongs to everyone. We must stand tall and strengthen ourselves. Only when the nation is strong can we avoid being bullied. If we go through that period of history, the cohesion of a country will be unprecedented. The whole country will be united and focused on external forces, and there will be no more internal strife."

"That's right. That's why the Great Qian Dynasty is too comfortable, which has led to the emergence of deceit, intrigue and scheming. Instead of wasting time on that, it would be better to treat the people well and vigorously develop the country. If everyone supports the royal family, what is there to fear about rebellion?"

Chen Futu has told enough stories; let's leave this topic here.

Furthermore, the demise of the Great Qian Dynasty was only a matter of time, so there was no point in discussing it further.

Chen Futu returned to his seat and saw that Li Xiuning's eyes were badly swollen. She choked up and said, "Husband, I didn't know you had been through so much..."

"I am not qualified; I am just standing on the shoulders of my predecessors."

Chen Futu smiled and helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The personality formed by the system guessed that the person who summoned them came from the future, but none of that mattered anymore. Now that they were in this plane, everyone was in the same boat, and they wouldn't tell anyone.

To ease the tension, Chen Futu ordered someone to bring out the zither and qin (a seven-stringed zither) for Diaochan to play a tune, thus calming everyone down.

Only when the ethereal strains of the zither faded from the square did the crowd's gloomy mood begin to lift.

Only then did everyone realize that they had truly underestimated the King of the Northern Frontier. The King of the Northern Frontier had ambitions to conquer the world. What he sought was not just a single country, but the legendary ideal of universal harmony. However, that was destined to be a thorny path. Looking at the current development of the Northern Frontier, perhaps he himself could do very well. However, could future generations break the curse of the three-hundred-year national fortune?

Zhou Chuchu said resentfully, "It was such a literary gathering, but the story the King told was too tragic, making us cry a lot."

Chen Futu shook his head and said, "Perhaps that's not a story, but something that actually happened in another world."

"Your Majesty, the reigns of any dynasty have lasted no more than three hundred years. Do you have any strategies to deal with this?"

Qi Yan asked again, determined to find out Chen Futu's plans.

Chen Futu said in a deep voice: "The so-called three hundred years of national life is, to put it bluntly, a land issue."

"What do you mean by this?"

Everyone looked on eagerly, like students yearning for new knowledge.