C70 Even Though They Were Trapped They Were Still like Orchids in the Hall

"Oh?" Fu Tingzhi smiled indifferently before he placed the soft mud down. "Why not?"

"I understand what Big Brother means." Fu Xuanzhi raised his head and faced Fu Qingzhi with a straight face. "A few days ago, Big Brother often talked about the change of dynasties, and it was inevitable that the new system would replace the old system. I agree as well. " As he spoke, he felt a little irritated. "However, there is nothing wrong with the righteous barbarians killing, killing, and robbing. If they really replace Great Zhou, they will definitely be plunged into misery and suffering. If this is the inevitable trend for the common people, what is wrong with their lives? "

Fu Hua also raised his eyes and looked at Fu Ting. "Eldest Young Master, Fu Hua's heart aches too. Even though he has heard a lot of history from Eldest Young Master during this period of time... That is true. Fu Hua looked up at Fu Ting and said, Eldest Young Master, Fu Hua's heart aches too. Even though Eldest Young Master has told us many things about history, it is still a bloody fact." After considering his words in his heart, he continued, "No one is perfect. We all understand that there is no gold, but a tyrant should not tolerate the world. It is not that we cannot, but that we should not be able to. "

"There is no such thing as there is no such thing as there is no such thing as there is no such thing as there is no such thing as there is no such thing " Ye Qingcheng, who was always cautious and cautious, was woken up by the sound of conversation despite his high temperature: "A person's life and death are related to one thing - power." He took a sip of the water from the pot next to his hand while speaking: "You are scholars, you will always understand the meaning of peace." He put down the water bottle, grabbed his piece of cake, and leaned against the grass: "A tyrant can also become a king, as long as the opportunity is right."

"What kind of twisted logic is this?" Fu Xuanzhi could not sit still any longer. He twisted his body and said to Ye Qingcheng, "Someone like Ji Jiang, even if he becomes a king, he will not be able to sit firmly. He will definitely..."

"Right!" Ye Qingcheng also saw that Fu Xuanzhi and the others were stuck in a dead end: "There are new people in the kingdom from generation to generation, and the new generation changes the old generation. What kind of king would bring such a subject? If Ji Jiang can rebel against Great Zhou, sooner or later, someone will rebel against him. " Ye Qingcheng didn't hesitate at all when talking about his father. At this moment, a voice was shouting in his heart. Since my royal father believes that I have defected to the enemy, I will really do it!

"Brother Qingcheng, what you said is not right either." Fu Ting's heart thought that it was already considered not bad that Jie Wufu had such an opinion. "Today, Ji Jiang has rebelled against Great Zhou from the northwest. Tomorrow, who will rebel against Ji Jiang and attack from the northeast? The ones who fought back and forth were the people who suffered in the end. "

"If we don't fight for the country, how can we get it?" Ye Qingcheng was thinking that the scholar had misspoken: "There should be a lot of books in the Pavilion, and that dynasty in history was not built by horses?"

"If I were Ji Jiang's subject, I wouldn't have considered fighting with him." The corners of Fu Ting Zhi's lips curled up: "A peaceful evolution would also result in the death of a person with a soft knife."

Like a drowning person grasping onto a life-saving straw, Ye Qingcheng felt as if his entire life had suddenly become clear: "Can you elaborate on how to peacefully evolve it?"

At this moment, his mind was not on this. He was focused on pulling his brother back from the dead end: "It's just that no one in this cave has the intention of becoming an emperor. What is the point of studying all of this?" Then, he held Fu Xuanzhi's shoulder. "At this moment, my mind is only thinking of bringing all of you to Chang River safely. I have no interest in anything else." His words extinguished all the resentment and resentment in his brother's heart.

Safe over Chang River. If this was half a month ago, the most he would have done was eat and sleep in the open. But now, it was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

After estimating the time, Fu Ting arranged for a few small ones to sleep and add some materials into the fire. Then, he took out half a piece of rice-cake from his bag and started reading the book he carried with him.

After Ye Qingcheng woke up, his wounds were in great pain. He was leaning against the wall and struggling, but he saw the pavilion quietly reading. It was as if all the hardships in front of him were floating clouds, and only the book in his hand was heaven.

The tree branches in the fire would occasionally burst into a single sound. The man with long hair hanging down to his waist was illuminated by the light of the fire. Although it was not as luxurious and dazzling as the feast, it still added a bit of elegance.

Just as he was happily watching, he picked up a branch and poked it into the fire. He increased the intensity of the fire and tested the temperature of his brothers with his hands and feet. He walked to his side one by one. He asked in a low voice, "Brother, is your wound painful?"

Shaking her head, Ye Qingcheng did not want to say a word at this moment, as he was afraid of disturbing the atmosphere created by this person. "Yes." Holding the book in his hand, he returned to the fire and sat down again, continuing to read the book.

Such a character, such character, truly should not have been placed in such a place. He should have built a golden palace to raise him. Thinking of this, Ye Qingcheng's heart shook. He suddenly realized that he had been rude. He hurriedly closed his eyes and did not dare to look again.

In fact, he was hugging a book and blending his eyes with it. He could not read a single word. Ever since he encountered the Daoist who injured his throat and body, Fu Ting Zhi gradually had the feeling of being led by fate by the nose. He began to fear his own future. He understood Fu Si's life too well, and because of this, he was worried.

Her earlier conversation with her brothers had touched her too much. No matter how others looked at her, she could not care less. However, she had to take into account the opinions of her family members. If it wasn't for personally experiencing it, no one would be able to convince a person who had received scientific education in the new era to believe in ghosts and gods. In this world, there were no ghosts, no reincarnation, and no so-called fate. If that was the case, the current Pavilion Master wouldn't dare to say it again.

If it was really fate, then one day when he surrendered to the righteous path, he would not care about the few brothers who had blood in their mouths. At that time, what his father would be most worried about was what his father would be like. When he thought up to here, the restlessness in his chest grew more and more intense, and he blurted out, "Who was me before I was born? Who was I when I was born? When I came, I was muddle-headed. When I came, I was muddle-headed, I was muddle-headed. I walked around in the mortal world for once. "

Ye Qingcheng, who was leaning against a pile of grass, casually added: "Happiness and separation are too much to worry about. No one knows when I'm free. When I come, I will be happy and sad. It would be better if I didn't come and didn't go. "