Ten Mile Room

"stay home?"

Jiang Gezi didn't understand what Yu Dongchi said. He looked at the people in the elevator, and after thinking for a while, he realized that this was not that one after all. It cannot be too far from the range allowed by the jump point.

Therefore, his ability and destructive power are not as great as that one.After the dangerous pressure was lifted, Jiang Gezi felt inexplicably relaxed, and his attitude towards Yu Dongchi also became inexplicably lenient.

Yu Dongchi held on to the wall panel of the elevator, his eyes were empty, thinking about his own thoughts.

From the moment he received the information, his humanity was completely destroyed.

Mother is using him, in fact, sister Wang is also using him!

This is really sad. His past, which has been deliberately forgotten, his close nurturing relationship with Sister Wang, his relationship with his mother, and his unassailable belief have all collapsed.

He really wants to destroy this planet, yes!It's best to disappear all of them, not even a single scum left, so as to get rid of the depression in his soul.

He finally understood his mother's attitude towards him. He probably was his mother's hemorrhoids, heh~ hidden in the dirt, but attached to the flesh.

On the surface, Sister Wang stopped the guillotine because of herself, and Sister Wang fell because of her betrayal.

The mother was stuck in the Golden Palace for a month, without food and water, and finally drank all her urine... She knelt down in front of her daughter and begged for forgiveness... He also begged together, and he even begged Sister Wang to die instead of his mother.

That was the little secret that I had hooked up with my mother.

Allowing myself to live until now, I really want to thank Her Majesty the Queen for her great kindness.

Why doesn't this ugly world explode?Why can't it turn into dust and let all the filth go with the wind?

But, there are pigeons!

Everything disappears, the pigeon will disappear too!

Yu Dongchi shook his head helplessly, raised his head and said to Jiang Gezi in an emotionless and ethereal tone: "Gezi, can you go to Zhongzhou on my behalf and help me hold a decent funeral for Sister Wang?"

Jiang Gezi looked up at the grasshopper on a rope, but he agreed very happily. He nodded sharply and said, "Okay! Just how decent is it? You know, I have seen the funeral of Laosanxiang at least. They called me to take a seat..."

Just eat it.

Jiang Gezi shrugged in embarrassment. However, for the third map, he should also go to Zhongzhou to have a look. He was curious enough about that place.

That is the capital of the empire, the core of Kyushu, just like the core of the great motherland, right?

Yu Dongchi thought for a while and said, "Cremation, and then sea burial!"

"Oh."

"……thanks."

"Hi! It's my job, I got your salary at least."

Jiang Gezi rarely saw Yu Dongchi like this, huh?How should I describe it, he carried a devastating despondency.

Yu Dongchi's tense body finally relaxed, he raised his wrist to look at his watch, because the space jump point is a newly researched skill, so he doesn't have enough control over it, is he afraid to leave the center jump point for too long or too far? of.

Exhaling slowly, Yu Dongchi tried his best to speak calmly: "At that time, there will be a few diplomatic receptions in the name of Beiyan. I hope you will also sit in the town."

Jiang Gezi, who had never learned a little etiquette, was taken aback. He looked up at Yu Dongchi and asked, "Are you sure? It's not like I don't understand your silly rules, but you don't want to teach me, and I don't want to learn, anyway. If you let me go, I'll go, don't blame me if you make a fool of yourself!"

Yu Dongchi was taken aback when he heard the words, and then his tense body slowly relaxed. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, and he could almost predict that the little pigeon, who has always done his own way, would behave like a rogue in the third alley. Style, cut straight to that class.

It must have been funny back then, but unfortunately I couldn’t see it anymore.

He laughed, and used his status as emperor to promise Jiang Gezi: "As you wish!"

Jiang Gezi doesn't understand the scale that depends on you.

"Follow me?"

"Well, whatever you want! You can do whatever you want. If you want to go to heaven, I will build you a ladder, and if you want to go to the ground, I will help you dig a hole!"

Jiang Gezi leaned back in disbelief, raised his brows slightly, and probed in a good mood: "Really? What if your old mother makes things difficult for me?"

Yu Dongchi pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't pay attention to her! You can do whatever you want... Oh, Mr. Lian is also in Zhongzhou, and I have entrusted him to set up an altar for my sister Wang to preside over the funeral. Just go for a stroll, don't worry about it." There is no need to give in to anyone! I know what you are worried about. In fact, there are tens of thousands of members of the Kyushu royal family. A... crazy princess, this does not attract anyone's attention. It is possible... that is, some members of the Clan Bureau People are there."

It's even possible that no one from the Religious Affairs Bureau will be there.His mother always puts herself on the moral high ground without flaws, and she might sing a big show, but when she is not around, the pigeons will probably not cooperate in various ways.

He has always cared about who you are, and I care about you!

After Yu Dongchi said this, he fantasized for a while in his mind, and immediately felt that everything he had was so ugly, and he felt filthy in front of the pigeon.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Gezi really felt sympathetic.The court dramas on the earth are not fabricated. The history of the prince living as a pig and dog is everywhere. It is reasonable for this kind of plot to happen here.

Hi!In fact, this family's life is not as good as the old Duan's family at the door.

He nodded happily and said, "Okay, then I'll go."

Hearing what he said, Yu Dongchi finally felt at ease. The people who deal with him in this world, no matter what kind of blood relationship or friendship, everyone has a purpose. people.

He stretched out his arms and begged Jiang Gezi meanly: "Come on! Pigeon, give brother a hug, and I'll go back after I hug him."

grass!When did this guy get out of his shell and become so shameless?

Jiang Gezi frowned in distress, and sent out a word from the corner of her lips: "Get lost!"

However, that shameless guy laughed and jumped out of the elevator, and hugged Jiang Gezi fiercely, his two arms were so strong that he almost strangled him to death.

After struggling for a while, Jiang Gezi realized that the person beside him was slowly transforming from an entity to a phantom bit by bit.

So he stopped struggling and let him hug him without moving.

Anyway, he won't be able to hug him if he wants to. Besides, his relative just died, so...then give him a hug.

Yu Dongchi turned his face and smelled the smell in Jiang Gezi's neck. He breathed so deeply that he almost took Jiang Gezi's soul away.

"Persist for a few more days..." He said dully: "Persist for a few more days, and everything will pass. Arrange her funeral on New Year's Day. When I send Sister Wang away, I will trouble you to incinerate some national newspapers. her."

"Report?"

"Well, from the previous day, the national news paper..."

Before Yu Dongchi finished speaking, he quietly disappeared.

Jiang Gezi stood there motionless, thinking for a long time before he figured out one thing, so he sighed in a low voice: "What kind of people are these in such a nice country?"

His voice spread far away in the dull hall.

Two days later.

Zhou Songchun arrived at Laosanxiang early in the morning with a plain text from Weiyang Palace.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty appointed you to represent Beiyan's royal family to attend Lord Mian's funeral, ah! It's so surprising, I thought Lord Mian had died long ago..."

Having said this, Zhou Songchun turned his head to Mr. Zhuang Jiude who followed him and said, "Is that so, sir?"

As the weather was getting colder, Mr. Jiude nodded while taking off his heavy coat: "Ah, that's it, it's really shocking. I also thought that Mr. Mian had passed away for a long time, who knows..."

He just died.

The two men followed each other into the meeting hall, took out their own cups, poured tea for themselves, and sat together on the porch again.

They sat next to Jiang Gezi, one on the left and the other on the right.

Copper basin fires charcoal, a small iron pot is boiling and bubbling, a few small sweet potatoes are slowly cooking around the charcoal fire, and the Zen-like sound of running water in the water piano cave is ticking slowly.

Jiang Gezi took Zhou Songchun's plain text and acted as if he didn't know anything about it. After reading it formally, he raised his face to look at the two faces where I have gossip, and you asked quickly, "This... Ms. Mian?"

Didn't it mean that the children of the royal family are called Ms. Mian in plain text?

Doesn't she even have a last name?

This nomination notice is only about [-] words, and it roughly means to invite Jiang Gezi to Zhongzhou to attend the funeral of Ms. Mian on behalf of the Beiyan royal family.

In a plain text, from the beginning to the end, Ms. Mian's name appears five times, but there is no surname.

Zhou Songchun has a strong desire to speak, but Mr. Zhuang Jiude has a higher desire to express, so he opened his mouth first: "This Lord Mian is the first person to be rejected by the royal family and deprived of it since the Li Dynasty. A madman with a surname."

mad Men?

Jiang Gezi tasted the two words, simulated a crime from the perspective of a commoner and asked, "So, she rebelled?"

Zhou Songchun's face showed an indescribable meaning, and he sighed in a long tone: "Not only! She bombarded the Golden Palace back then, imprisoned important officials, and important members of the clan, and finally contributed to the return of the royal family to the people. After that, she went crazy. gone."

Human nature always admires the strong, regardless of whether the things that Lord Mian did in the past hurt the interests of Zhou Songchun's class. When talking about this, Zhou Songchun's tone still showed a hint of envy.

But Jiang Gezi couldn't understand what he said. He scratched his ears and asked, "I've read a few history books, and they said that the royal family returned to power in [-], right?"

Zhou Songchun waved his hands indifferently when he heard the words: "That's not important! History is something to satisfy oneself and write for future generations to vanity in advance. In fact, most of the rights in this country 25 years ago..." He pointed to the sky with his finger , said with a mysterious face: "The one who has the final say!"

Hearing what he said, Jiang Gezi exclaimed habitually, "Hey, Mr. Mian is still a national hero."

Zhou Songchun couldn't help crying when he heard this: "Your Highness! What are you talking about? It's been said that Lord Mian is a madman. Do you understand a madman? In short, a madman is a madman. What kind of national hero? Just because of her this time The turmoil has indirectly caused the country's economy to regress for more than ten years. She has also contributed to the birth of more than 60 parties among the people. If she is not the heir to the throne, her crimes are enough to be hanged a thousand times. If she is a national hero, the people will not Thank her!"

Hearing what Zhou Songchun said, Mr. Zhuang Jiude interjected: "My lord! Your point of view is wrong. Don't talk about history to His Highness. You are from a noble family. I don't agree with your point of view. I think that Lord Mian's behavior is the most It's too idealistic, and the means are too drastic. Although most of the people don't thank her, her starting point is not wrong. After strolling down, I still feel that it was wrong for her to support the Shangmeng back then, from the old man's point of view..."

Seeing that the old man was about to speak at length, Jiang Gezi hurriedly stopped him: "Hey! Stop! Stop! I'm a semi-literate person, can you tell me something that I understand? I haven't even figured out who this person is right now? Don’t tell me those in-depth things, I’ll just say that she is a national hero, is it wrong? If the government is not returned to the people, Kyushu is still developing under the hereditary rule of the old royal family, and it cannot develop healthily to the present, right?”

Mr. Jiu De laughed and said: "There are also arguments like yours among the people. In fact, I often discuss this issue with several sociologists and philosophers. Every time we break up unhappy. Mr. Mian had a good idea back then, but It's still too idealistic, you have to know that different countries have different national conditions, Kyushu has been gradually advancing under the rule of the king since its establishment..."

The old man drew a graph on the floor, and spread his hands regretfully: "This country has never experienced wars, and all classes have been developing steadily under the control of the royal power. The people are actually not as oppressed as Lord Mian said. Resent the ruling class, and... Most of the upper and middle class people in our country are converted from old families and scholars. Lord Mian ignores the existence of this force, so her policy was a mistake from the beginning , is too radical, and the methods are a bit cruel... Could it be that the nobles are not the people? The former scholars are not the people? The middle class, the gentry are not the people? So she is not a national hero, and the nation should be composed of multiple classes. "

Uh, you old man is used to teaching people, right?

Jiang Gezi slammed his mouth, and said contemptuously in the tone of a flowery keyboard man: "You just say that our country has many slaves and slavishness! We don't want to leave the master, it's right, what is the nationality? Class composition? The people of Sanchang County are not the people? The Jiajia people are not the people? The disadvantaged groups have been dumb since ancient times, and they can talk, tsk! It’s people like you, who speak better than sing! "

Mr. Jiu De was taken aback when he heard the words. Obviously, Jiang Gezi's statement was still very new to them.

He tasted these words, and the more he tasted, the more interesting he felt, and it sounded extremely enjoyable. However, from a scholar's point of view, he also calmly warned Jiang Gezi: "Your Highness came from a poor family, and after many twists and turns in fate, it is inevitable to look at the problem too far. I don't want to discuss this issue with you too much, although literally speaking, the interests of the country and the people are always unified, and under this unified banner, there is a cruel term called, the interests of the majority! They all serve the interests of the majority of people, and the rules accepted by most people are the correct rules of the world, do you understand?"

Jiang Gezi didn't want to understand such things, and felt that such things were very disgusting, so he squinted at Zhou Songchun. Seeing him like this, Zhou Songchun knew that he didn't want to hear these reasons.

So he said crookedly: "Your Highness, don't blame me. In fact, since we started studying, the incident of Mr. Mian has always been a hot topic of debate in political classes. Her Majesty the Empress of Zhongzhou is frank. She also said earlier that this matter will be written into history. Let everyone comment, you can say it." After all, we have been arguing for so many years, and there is still no answer to this matter... You may not know that our Majesty originally had nine brothers and sisters, and Lord Mian, as the eldest daughter, was once the first heir to the throne, ha, It happened that she rebelled! The elders in the family have told about her deeds. It is said that she was very elegant and quite majestic back then, so we still don’t understand the real reason for her madness. You said, why did she suddenly rebel What about it? And so many lives were slaughtered..."

Zhou Songchun was rambling on, but Jiang Gezi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Well, others don't know, but Jiang Gezi, who had mastered the private information about the bedroom, got through to Ren and Du's two channels at once.

Damn, he knew it all at once.

Husband and his old mother shouted, according to her mother's way of pressing Zhou Songchun every step of the way, she must have lost a lot of moves back then, so he just found a reason at random and reversed it.

Why return the government to the people? This is a joke caused by a romantic incident.But you and other laity still answer it from a political point of view.

Zhou Songchun was still muttering: "...she is the eldest daughter of Empress Yijin, and she was once the number one governor of the Imperial Ace Army, but the strange thing is, she woke up one morning and went crazy? She first shot and attacked her own bonded person, then poisoned her only son to death, and then led the troops to bombard the Golden Palace. She forced the royal family to return to power. On the same day, she shot and killed several of the Queen's close officials on the spot... The most regrettable thing is this, if not for the death of these key figures, the one from Zhongzhou would not have returned to power..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Jiude, who couldn't hold back for a long time, let out a sigh of admiration: "Oh, that beauty was also an outstanding beauty back then. I think that the first Royal Art Gold Award for the old man was personally awarded by Mr. Mian." It was issued, and speaking of it, Lord Mian’s bonder was also a famous beauty in the empire back then, and there was no such thing as Prince Tuo at that time..."

Zhou Songchun was a little reluctant when he heard the words. He turned his face and retorted disdainfully: "Prince Tuo has a peaceful temperament and values ​​people's livelihood. He is more than a hundred times stronger than Lord Mian. Besides, what beauty? No matter how beautiful she is, she can be more beautiful than Lord Wu. But my father, thanks to you, you are still engaged in art, your aesthetics is a problem..."

"I don't dare to agree with these words. It was back then, and my grandfather was not born at that time, but..."

Seeing that Jiang Gezi was about to raise an argument again, he couldn't laugh or cry, he slapped the seat and said, "Shut up, both of you!"

The two of them were taken aback when they heard the words, although they both kept their mouths shut, they still showed excitement on their faces, as if they were about to roll up their sleeves at any time and bar their bodies.

Seeing that the two of them had calmed down, Jiang Gezi raised the text and said, "Three questions! First, am I traveling on behalf of Beiyan or His Majesty personally? Second, what will the funeral of this madman of the empire be like?" Third, when will I travel, will I have any formal foreign affairs activities after I arrive in Zhongzhou, and my attitude towards the major factions in Zhongzhou, I hope the two of you can tell me? Huh? Do you understand?”

Look at this mess, we are forced out of the Japanese language.

Zhou Songchun and Mr. Jiude looked at each other, and suddenly they laughed together.

Mr. Jiu De clapped his hands and praised: "This is really grown up. My father has learned to think about issues from a political point of view. Your Majesty will be happy knowing that, old man..."

Jiang Gezi curled his lips helplessly, he had long been dissatisfied with this old man who had nothing to do and occupied his yard and often came to beg for cheap.

So he couldn't bear to complain: "You don't need to boast, you old man who is an artist who comes to my house all day to beg for cheap, why don't you go back and knead mud? From a political point of view..."

But before he finished speaking, Zhou Songchun interjected: "My lord, let me remind you that you are also engaged in art now, and Mr. Jiu De is from a serious school of political analysis theory. The first time you went to Zhongzhou, His Majesty appointed him as your first staff officer."