New Story of Lv Bu

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the three public and nine officials, and the civil and military officials, Old Li gave his first shot. At the beginning, he was a little nervous and panicked, but gradually he entered the role. The figures of the people who died of freezing and starvation, the dirty streets in Huaili City, and the various unfair treatments received over the past two years have gradually filled his chest.

Lao Li waved his hands and spoke loudly under the eyes of everyone. His voice filled all directions, forming a thrilling echo, which resonated in the hearts of tens of thousands of people. He seemed to have forgotten. With his own identity, as well as the tens of thousands of people around him, at this moment, there is a kind of restlessness in his mind, and he seems to be unhappy.

Sangong Jiuqing and a hundred officials of civil and military affairs were sitting in jeopardy, with their ears sideways, listening carefully to what Old Li said. This seventy-five year old man seemed to be using his life to talk. He spoke in the vernacular, which did not conform to the taste of scholar-officials at all. It was full of the vulgarity of poor villagers and villagers. However, these words constructed pictures in their minds.

The hungry people gradually lost consciousness amid the wailing and died slowly, but the money and food used for the relief of the victims was peeled off layer by layer by the officials in the Youfufeng government office and fell into the bag. The decree from the court in Chang'an City was gently put aside by the prefect Bian, and then he began to dance, or become drunk, changing day and night, the life of the prefect Bian remained the same, but the people closed their eyes in a mournful wailing. , Swallowed the last breath, and what was left was the wife ion scattered, which was extremely miserable.

Lao Li finally finished speaking. He was already full of tears and tears, and his body was dripping with water, and he was sweating. For a seventy-five-year-old man, it was a cruel torture, but he had no regrets. With the support of Da Sima, for the first time in his life, he expressed his thoughts in front of so many court officials. What's more rare is that these court officials looked at him intently and listened patiently to what he spoke in the substandard Luoyang Mandarin!

Once this happens, it is instantly dead, and this life is enough! A huge sense of satisfaction filled Li's body and mind. He felt that he was using his entire life to speak. Looking at the three males and nine princes, civil and military officials, and tens of thousands of people in front of him, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life! If it were not for Da Sima's encouragement and support, how could he have so much confidence to finish this story?

Old Li sat down slowly. At this moment, his heart was trembling violently, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of him. He was intoxicated, and he was dizzy! "Grandpa, please drink this pot of herbal tea, moisten your throat, and take a good breath." A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl appeared in front of him with a huge celadon teapot. What a handsome woman! It looks like the fairy daughter in the New Year picture. Mr. Li couldn't help but turned out a celadon teapot and poured half a bowl of herbal tea.

The anxiety in my heart finally subsided slowly. "Girl, what's your name?" "Grandpa, my name is Diao Chan, and I am Da Sima's maid." The fairy daughter lightly opened her lips and said, her soft skin shimmering, and the green dress and green skirt dazzled everyone. "Maid?! You were born like a fairy daughter, you should be the husband of Da Sima!" Old Li smiled disrespectfully. "Grandpa, how can I have such a blessing." Diao Chan's white face was flushed, and Li Lao said with a charmingly white look.

Perhaps after receiving the infection from Mr. Li, Uncle Liu, Hai Weng and even Huai Lichun's shopkeepers all stood up in turn, telling their dissatisfaction with the border prefect. The power of role models is infinite. Compared with Lao Li's unfamiliarity, they became more and more angry, and finally entered the role, completely immersed in their own narrative. At this moment, a picture after another appeared before their eyes,

In the two years since the Prefect Bian was in power, a lot of things have happened in the city of Huaili. One thing, one by one, came from their mouths, forming a story. How did the youngest of the Zhang family in the east of the city die because of the inaction of the government. How the old wife of the Li family in the west of the city was bullied to death by a small official, such things are endless. The root of all this points to the Bian Taishou, the inactive Bian Taishou, who only knows to hide in the official office and drink and have fun, the famous scholar and scholar.

Maybe they were infected by them, maybe it was the passion of the people. The tens of thousands of people watching were filled with righteous indignation. The bold people constantly jumped out and came to the center of the small square, pointing to the nose of the border prefect, and talking. Own grievances. Time is passing fast, and four hours have passed unconsciously. But no one feels tired, no one feels hungry. They all watched and listened to sleepless nights and sleeps. Through the ages, when did such a hearty scene happen?

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the sky, and the sky gradually dimmed. The surrounding tiger guards and county soldiers lit torches, and the raging flame pierced the darkness, reflecting a bright light. Right Fufeng sat on the seat, his clothes wet and dry, dry and wet, his face rose like a purple eggplant, but his heart was suffering like a purgatory.

Everything he said from the mouths of Lao Li and others and the people was unheard of, causing him to sweat a lot. As a famous scholar who is familiar with the history of the scriptures and is full of economics, he knows the weight of these words. Even if he is now beaten to death by the people, there will only be one sentence left in the history of Huanghuangqing: On a certain day in a certain year, You Fufeng was sluggish Zheng and lazy government were beaten to death by tens of thousands of people in Zhihuaili County, Youfufeng County. In this way, he can be regarded as a good name in history, but he is left with an ugly name and notoriety.

Am I doing something wrong? I smelled myself over and over again in my heart. Since ancient times, it is true celebrities who are self-sufficient, and it is the rule of culture and scenery in this dynasty. Isn't the emphasis on the rule of inaction? Huang Lao’s learning, governing by doing nothing, rest with the people, and scornful bounty, isn’t it the world of great harmony that scholars have been pursuing? Why am I being scolded by tens of thousands of people when I do this? So it was filled with righteous indignation?

Finally, the people finished speaking, and the steaming goose square was selected into the silence. Everyone's eyes turned to Aman Lu Bu, waiting for his final verdict. Silence, silence. If it doesn't erupt in silence, it perishes in silence. At this moment, Lu Bu finally realized the profound meaning of this sentence, and an inch-headed gown appeared in his mind.

Lu Bu stood up and looked around at the tens of thousands of people around him, as well as the three males and nine officials sitting on the ground and the civil and military officials. He cleared his throat and finally spoke. "Fathers and villagers present here! Three males, nine officials, and civil and military officials! Today, in this city of Huaili, in front of tens of thousands of people, I, Lu Bu, have a deep feeling. my feeling."

"Today's scene is something I did not expect, and it was also unexpected by the three public, nine officials, civil and military officials present. Some people have said that the prefect Bian is a famous scholar, a scholar, and in front of tens of thousands of people. Such shame to him is disrespectful to scholars in the world. The court wants face, officials also want face, and scholars also want face!"

Speaking of this, Lu Bu raised his voice and said loudly, "But, has anyone thought about it? The ordinary people also want face! You have cared for everyone's face, but you didn't care about the face of the ordinary people!" Good!" "That's it!" "No one ever thought that the ordinary people would have a face too!" Tens of thousands of people suddenly boiled over, they clamored and clamored to express their opinions. The entire small square suddenly became like a noisy market, with shouts one after another.

Lu Bu stood there, quietly waiting for the people's voice to subside. The sound finally subsided, and everyone looked at Lu Bu. At this moment, in the hearts of the people, this mighty and handsome man is so amiable. "Many of you here have children. Children are naughty and mischievous. As usual, parents scold them, not only scolding, but sometimes severely beaten! Why? This is for the good of the child, so that he can be a good person when he grows up! There is one more thing, that is, there is hope for him!"

"If there is a child, the parents will stop beating or scolding. There are nothing more than two kinds. One is a good seedling, and he doesn't need to be beaten and scolded. He knows how to do it. The other is a complete loss of confidence, this gray baby. The child is over, and the beating and scolding is useless. Father and mother marry someone, let him go! The common people treat government officials in the same way. It is a good thing to be able to scold a few words in private! It is to hope that the government and officials We can correct our mistakes and behave again! One day you stop scolding, you will completely lose your confidence. No matter what your government says, I don’t believe it anymore! What do you say about me, right?"

"Yes!" "This is very kind!" This time, not only the people, but also the civil and military officials, many of them flushed and shouted. Needless to say, Lu Bu's old men are Huangfusong, Zhao Qi, Xunyou, and Zhang Yan. Han Sui and the others also waved their arms anxiously and shouted loudly. Da Sima's remarks came to their minds in the vernacular.

Right Fufeng sat down on his seat, a wave of regret and sorrow surged in his heart. At the beginning, he was also like many Qingliu celebrities, he had the ambition to confuse the world, and contained the heart of the universe. However, the various hardships he has experienced since joining the officialdom made him see the darkness of the officialdom and the uselessness of the court, and finally lost his confidence. From then on, he broke the jar.

In the past, there was a lot of pride, pointing the country, and swearing at Fang Qiu, but Wan Huhou's side died, and the rest was adapted to the officialdom and to the court's side. But at this moment, there is still a kind of kindness in his square inch, that is to leave some reading seeds for this broken man, it is my last effort for the Zhongxing Hanshi!

After hearing what Lu Bu said, Bian fell into deep self-blame. Am I really wrong?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel completely ashamed, screaming and pulling out the sword from his waist, shining a touch on his neck!