Daqin storyteller, starting with an inventory of the top ten emperors

For Wu Zetian today.

The most important thing is what her father left for her.

The first emperor of the later Tang Dynasty left her only one throne.

Then she must keep this throne no matter what!
For the throne, she has done a lot.

Appoint cruel officials, indulge cronies, use factionalism to attack each other, and conquer power for yourself!

But what she did was a dangerous move, a double-edged sword.

Although it can bring benefits to her, at the same time, it is also very likely to hurt herself.

But for the sake of Houtang Sheji, she had to do so.

A woman is the emperor, and the pressure she receives is too great.

She must have enough scheming and means to calm down those veterans.

But the consequences of doing so are likely to be a disaster for future generations.

Wu Zetian naturally understood, but she had no other way.

In her capacity, she wanted to be in charge of state affairs, that was the only way.

She sighed faintly.

Suddenly, she looked at the young man in white clothes standing on the high platform, and her heart moved.

For some reason, she always felt that maybe this Mr. Bai Su would have the answer she wanted.

She slowly took out the third gold ingot.

For the third question, she had already figured out what to ask.

She has a good idea of ​​whether she can be regarded as the emperor of the ages.

Although I have done a lot of things, but compared to Li Shimin who is civil and military.

Compared with Liu Che, who is three hundred miles north of the Huns.

Compared with the Yingzheng who unified the six countries and annexed the Liuhe.

She is worse than that.

Although she is the only female emperor through the ages.

But that's all.

There is still a distance from the eternal emperor.

The third gold ingot landed firmly on the ancient table in front of Bai Su.

"The third question, what kind of person do you think Wu Zetian, Emperor of the Later Tang Dynasty, was?"

The pleasant voice came out, which made people feel refreshed.

In the yellow private room, a pair of beautiful eyes are staring at Bai Su closely.

Bai Su frowned slightly, looking at the gold ingot that fell on the table.

Helpless smile.

It was really a problem for him.

It is not difficult to judge the merits and demerits of an emperor.

Anyway, he knew the life stories of those emperors.

As long as you stand from an objective point of view, you can judge and judge.

But if you want to say how they are as a person.

That's hard to say.

In the final analysis, the emperor is a profession.

You can completely use the professionalism and ethics that this profession should have.

But people are not like that.

Everyone is different, has seven emotions and six desires, has their own feelings.

It is a bit unrealistic to quantify a table and give people a score.

That's why Bai Su frowned, feeling very embarrassed.

Maybe it's a personal attack, hey!

"Assessing a person is not only based on what she does, but also the background of the environment."

"The so-called theory doesn't care about the mind, it's nothing more than that."

"If I have to say it, she may be a good person, a difficult good person."

"She may still have kind thoughts in her heart, but the situation forced her hands to be bloody step by step."

"Although Wu Zetian used cruel officials and cliques, the only ones he attacked were those with ulterior motives."

"It is not implicated in a big way, which is the most commendable point."

"Looking at it this way, she still has good thoughts in her heart."

"But it's helpless, the situation in the later Tang Dynasty is like this, the kindness is destined not to survive, the only way to climb to the top is to step on the blood and bones."

After speaking, Bai Su sighed slightly in his heart.

The Wu Zetian of this era is much better than the one in history.

The one in history who appointed cruel officials, promoted unjust prisons, implicated people wantonly, and killed many people.

Although Wu Zetian in this era also used cruel officials, he was not implicated and did not cause so many unjust cases.

Even the family members of the enemy will be let go.

It should be known that cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and it will regenerate.

It is obviously unreasonable for the emperor to cultivate future troubles for himself in this way.

Wu Zetian was able to secure the throne as a woman, so she naturally knew this.

But she did it anyway.

It can only be said that there may still be a kindness in her heart that has not been wiped out.

It's a pity that such kindness is somewhat inappropriate in today's era and the situation of the late Tang Dynasty.

In the yellow private room, Wu Zetian stared blankly at his pale and slender fingers, suddenly absent-minded.

My own hands were already stained with blood without knowing when.

In fact, is it still kind?
She was a little dazed.

nice guy...

The word seemed to be far away from her.

She grew up in a nunnery and was taught by the teachers in the nunnery since she was a child.

That trace of goodwill may have taken root at that time.

She has never been a cruel person, but she is forced to wield the butcher knife again and again.

For a moment, Wu Zetian's eyes were a little sore for some reason.

The world calls me a tyrant, but it turns out that some people say I am a good person.

A good person like himself with blood on his hands is rare in the entire Kyushu world.

For a long time, Wu Zetian smiled wryly.

When he came back to his senses, the majesty appeared in the eyes of the phoenix.

In just a split second, she seemed to have turned back into the emperor of the later Tang Dynasty who was in charge of life and death.

Mercy should not have appeared on her.

Can not go back.

From the moment she decided to avenge her elder brother and sister.

From the moment she killed her cousin.

From the moment she entered the palace.

Everything can't go back.

That little girl back then had already been buried by her own hands!

Now she is Empress Wu Zetian of Later Tang Dynasty.

It is enough for someone to remember the kind-hearted her.

Wu Zetian's face was calm, and he looked at Bai Su with majestic phoenix eyes.

In the beautiful eyes, the emotions are a bit complicated.

Unexpectedly, I just came to listen to the book, and I met a bosom friend.

She seemed to know why Ying Zheng concealed his identity on his own initiative, and handed it over to Mr. Bai Su under the rug.

She couldn't help making friends with people like this.

After answering the three questions in the private room of the yellow brand, no one else dropped gold.

It's time to end the storytelling.

However, this time Bai Su did not leave the high platform.

Instead, someone brought up a guqin.

Gently stroke the strings, and the sound of the piano sounds melodiously, like the jingle of a clear spring, flowing at the bottom of a mountain stream.

The guests who were about to disperse saw this scene, and their eyes lit up.

"Mr. Bai Su, do you want to play the piano?"

Bai Su nodded slowly.

Hearing this, a group of guests were overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected harvest!

Mr. Bai Su wants to play the piano!
Mr. Bai Su's piano skills are extraordinary and divine, and he is a master in the world.

If you listen to Xianle, your ears will be bright!
Only these few words can describe Mr. Bai Su's piano skills.

It's a pity that Mr. played the piano very rarely.

They have also been without ear blessings.

But this time they got caught up!

Make big!
A group of guests were excited and looking forward to it!
Mr. Bai Su, play the piano!

Bai Su sat on the high platform and gently stirred the strings, listening attentively.

Then, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.