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At first glance, "The Rise of Dynasties" is just a routine and cool novel that is common in modern times. The protagonist travels through time and space, recruits followers, gains territory, and finally becomes the emperor. This is a standard template for historical time travel novels.

However, this is a routine template that was born after nearly a hundred years of development in the entertainment industry. Every ordinary operation in this template condenses the crystallization of civilization that billions of humans have brewed over a hundred years.

For example, in "The Rise of Dynasties", the reason why Xu Wangmu was able to raise hundreds of thousands of uprising troops was because he fully learned from the advanced experience of our party in mobilizing the masses.

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Reduce rent and interest, abolish exorbitant taxes and levies; formulate a comprehensive land struggle program; go deep into the grassroots, hold grievance meetings among farmers, while crying about the oppression of landlords and gentry in the past, and look forward to a better tomorrow; strengthen public opinion propaganda, emphasize that the people and the army are connected; strengthen military discipline, and insist on "not taking a single needle or thread from the masses"...

After this set of combined punches, which farmer can withstand it?

Those farmers who worked hard to grow crops for a year, but the grain they harvested was not enough to pay the rent to the landlords, just for the "rent and interest reduction" alone, it was enough for them to bow down to the rebels and be willing to be obedient.

So it's no wonder that the superiors are so panicked.

Because there is a red ghost hidden in "The Rise of Dynasties".

This terrifying ghost once made the entire European continent tremble, sent kings and queens to the guillotine, and separated the heads and bodies of countless big capitalists. It also built the steel body of the neighboring Soviet Union.

This terrible red ghost has been wandering on the land of China. And it will eventually subvert the 5,000-year-old Shenzhou continent and create a change that has not happened in 3,000 years.

In order to serialize "The Rise of Dynasties" for a long time, and to serialize it until the chapter of the construction and governance of the new dynasty that Le Jing wants to write, Le Jing made certain modifications and disguises in the early serialization of "The Rise of Dynasties".

He reduced the description of Xu Wangmu's development and mobilization of the masses, and packaged the basic mass line operations such as "rent reduction and interest reduction", "grievance meeting", "beating the local tyrants and dividing the land" into the "small favors" that the rulers are accustomed to to win the hearts of the people. These operations really fooled many people in the early stage.

However, the paper will not cover the fire after all, not to mention that Le Jing now wants to cover up the terrifying idea that is enough to change the world.

So it is not surprising that "Dynasty Rise" has become a thorn in the hearts of many people that they want to get rid of as soon as possible.

But Le Jing still feels regretful.

He originally wanted to put the lessons he learned from the future into "Dynasty Rise" as detailed as possible, so that the weak party that had just been established would take fewer detours, and so that China would take fewer detours.

What a pity.

This pity is for those who gave up assassinating him.

This Blue Sky and White Sun party still did not learn the essence of the red party in the neighboring country.

For their enemies, the red bears never expect to defeat the other party spiritually, they only need to destroy the other party physically. So ten years later, the bears will launch a massive cleansing campaign in the country to completely eliminate and crush all "enemies" within the party.

The mastermind behind the scenes will eventually regret that they should not have given up assassinating Le Jing, and chose to wait for him to die of illness.

Perhaps in their view, a person who has been banned by all Chinese newspapers and is about to die of illness cannot stir up any waves.

Since they all thought so, how could Le Jing be willing to do as they wish?

So Le Jing must give his last words.

…

When Nakamura Ryota walked into the bedroom, the first thing he saw was the boy lying on the bed.

He lay quietly on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his face was an unhealthy pale blue, and his skinny body showed only a small bulge in the quilt.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of the boy's chest, he would look like a cold corpse at this time.

Thinking of the news he had heard from the woman who had delivered the message before, Nakamura Ryota choked in his throat, his heart was clenched, and he felt speechless.

How could Mr. Li be so ill?

He meant that he had heard in the history books of later generations that Mr. Li Jingran had been ill before he was assassinated. But this point was only briefly mentioned in the history books, and Nakamura Ryota had never thought that Li Jingran was so ill at that time that he had to prepare for his funeral.

He was still so young, only 17 years old.

Many people live a mediocre life and do nothing all their lives, but they still live to be 100 years old in good health.

Mr. Li has great talent and his articles are brilliant, but he is not blessed with longevity and is bedridden.

No wonder so many people blame God for being blind.

No wonder there is a saying that God is jealous of talents.

Nakamura Ryota was sad and angry, but he could do nothing.

He thought that as long as he helped Li Jingran escape the assassination, he could change his fate of dying young.

But he didn't expect that under the rolling wheels of history, all his efforts were just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He came out of 15 years of self-loathing and wanted to change something to prove the meaning of his existence. But in the end, he still didn't change anything.

Mr. Li would still die, but this time he died on the hospital bed, but the way of death changed, and the result did not change.

There was even a secret but real fear in his heart - was it because his intrusion changed Li Jingran's fate of being assassinated? In order not to change history, Li Jingran fell into an inexplicable serious illness?

This idea spread like wild weeds in his heart, making him miserable, and making him stand far away from home like a coward, not daring to get close to the young man on the hospital bed.

Finally, the young man raised his eyelids and discovered him.

"You're here." He said softly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

For a moment, Nakamura Ryota even had the urge to run away. He lowered his head in embarrassment and said in a low voice: "I'm here. Sir, you..." He stopped talking because he himself didn't know what he was going to say.

Just when he was in a panic, the young man slowly sat up, leaned against the bed, smiled and waved to him: "Come here, I need your help with something."

Nakamura Ryota came over hesitantly.

Le Jing smiled and looked at the tired and confused young man in front of him.

Although he has been a man for two generations, in Le Jing's eyes he is still a child who cannot find a way out.

"I have said before, don't tell the ending of the book that belongs to me." Le Jing smiled helplessly, his eyes as deep as a pool, with many dark and cold emotions swirling inside: "But now, I can only Please tell me the outcome. I need you to tell me all the details about my assassination."

Nakamura Ryota was stunned for a moment. The boy's question successfully brought him back to his senses from his gloomy mood. The conditioned reflex of a flower grower's brain opened up and started to speculate on conspiracy: "Is it possible that you are sick this time?" Part of the assassination? This is not actually an illness. Are you poisoned?"

Le Jing shook his head with a smile, "This is all going nowhere. I'm really going to die of illness, it's not because someone poisoned me...well..." He blinked and said to himself thoughtfully. : "It seems good to blame my illness on them."

Nakamura Ryota blinked, not understanding what Le Jing meant.

Le Jing smiled and waved his hand, "Nothing. First tell me all the details you know about my assassination."

Although Nakamura Ryota didn't understand Rakuing's intention, he still honestly told everything he knew.

So Le Jing finally understood how he was assassinated in history.

After he was banned for "The Rise of Dynasties", he went into exile overseas with the help of some friends, and published the follow-up content of "The Rise of Dynasties" in overseas newspapers, which caused great repercussions at home and abroad. In the end, he was shot and killed mysteriously at his home in the United States.

Le Jing listened quietly, without any comment from beginning to end, and just smiled when Nakamura Ryota said that he was shot and killed at home.

"So this is how I died." Le Jing coughed, with inexplicable emotions brewing in his eyes: "I was so embarrassed and incompetent, and was killed casually at home... I am really an incompetent person in history. man."

"They are too despicable and cruel!" Nakamura Ryota argued with some excitement: "Sir, there is nothing wrong! If you blame yourself, you are falling into the fallacy of the victim's guilt theory!"

Nakamura Ryota wanted to explain to Mr. Li what the theory of victim guilt is, but the young man interrupted him.

"It's not self-blame, nor is it the theory of victim guilt." The young man said calmly: "I'm just talking about the situation. I can't even choose the way I die, it can only be decided by others. In the end, I don't even know who the murderer is. I don’t know, what is it if it’s not incompetence?”

There was something strange in Ryota Nakamura's heart. He vaguely realized that the boy in front of him seemed to have made a very important decision.

Le Jing took a breath. He was a little tired after talking for such a long time. So he didn't waste any more nonsense and said directly to Nakamura Ryota: "I invite you here this time. I have two things to ask of you."

Nakamura Ryota ignored the strange feeling in his heart and said quickly: "You tell me."

"The first thing... I will dictate the follow-up outline of "The Rise of Dynasty" to you later. You have to write it down word for word, and then..." Le Jing seemed to have thought of something, and a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. smile, "Then at the right time, write them down and give them to the red party that was just established."

Nakamura Ryota slowly opened his eyes, his mind went blank, and he stared at Le Jing speechless.

Le Jing's smile remained unchanged, and his deep eyes were quietly burning with fire: "I think that since you come from the later generations, you must know what the right time is."

Nakamura Ryota had a dull face and was confused. He didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

"This is the only way for you to figure out the meaning of your coming to this era." The young man tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth with a leisurely smile: "Maybe you will die in internal purges, but it is more likely that you will speed up the process of history, thus It makes sense for you to travel to this era.”

Then he saw the confused eyes of the young man in front of him dispelling the fog and lighting up bit by bit.

Nakamura Ryota nodded slightly, feeling that his soul had never been so peaceful.

"The second thing is that I want you to take care of my sister after I die and send her to school in the United States. As for the rest, you don't have to worry about it anymore and let her go by herself. Even if she dies, it's okay. She can’t blame anyone else for her own affairs.”

These words were too cold and cold, but the person who said them was dying and lying on the bed.

So this is a genuine Tuogu.

Nakamura Ryota finally couldn't help crying.

"God is blind! With such a character, why can't you live a few more years!" He finally couldn't help but express the hidden worry that had been choking him just now: "Is it because of my appearance that allowed you to escape the assassination, so God wanted you to get seriously ill to maintain the direction of history..."

"So you have been blaming yourself." Le Jing was amused. He patted Nakamura Ryota's hand and said sincerely: "You don't have to blame yourself, I should thank you."

The boy's amber eyes sparkled, bright and hot like the sun that always shines and heats: "Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather. Because of your existence, I will die more meaningfully."