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Chapter 133 Your Majesty, didn't you collapse? 【Subscribe】

So far, the shadow puppet show has slowly come to an end.

In the end, the crisp and clear voices of the children were pure and flawless, completely detonating the emotions of the thousand people present.

Everyone burst into tears.

They came from various states and counties in the Sui Dynasty, and they came to Wanmin City after being displaced.

Many people, who have not experienced the flood in early spring, cannot empathize with the shadow puppet show "Rainstorm and Flood".

But hundreds of thousands of people have experienced this raging epidemic.

They were desperate.

But in desperation, the lord brought them a ray of light, allowing them to see the hope of living.

The depression of the rest of the life after the catastrophe seemed to be vented with the crisp chanting of the children.

They wailed loudly, and those close to them embraced each other and wept, thinking of the great kindness and virtue of the lord and Liang Gong.

While the people were crying bitterly, Xu Mu came out from behind the curtain, and into the loudspeaker, read out the ending poem of the shadow puppet show in a deep voice: "All the past, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present!"

The common people were weeping and knelt down in front of Xu Mu, weeping uncontrollably.

Fang Xuanling also slowly walked out from behind the curtain. Seeing the people in Wanmin City so moved, she was even more amazed at the magical effect of the shadow puppetry.

"It's no wonder the lord advocates shadow puppetry so much. With this play, one hundred thousand people can be like one person!" Fang Xuanling said with emotion.

This time in the shadow puppet show, he also saw the protagonist's...extremely restrained talent.

He can casually say such poems as "the country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down", "all the past, counting the romantic figures, and looking at the present".

Such a talent, but the protagonist is extremely low-key, never willing to show it unless necessary.

"My lord thinks that poems and fus are just Xiao Daoer." Fang Xuanling thought so.

Yang Guang also heard the last line of the ending poem on the second floor.

My heart was slightly shocked.

His level of poetry and prose is not low, among the emperors of all dynasties, he is the kind that ranks first.

But Xu Mu's incomplete poem made him feel ashamed.

Those who can write this poem must be those who have the world in mind, encompass the world, and have ambitions soaring to the sky.

For a moment, he looked at Xu Mu, the object of his allegiance, with a complicated expression.

……

Pei Ju and Pei Yun have been tied up for nearly a month.

After Xu Mu brought them and the craftsmen to Wanmin City, he was busy dealing with the epidemic and had no time to deal with them.

The two 70-year-old men have been suspicious of their lives since the earliest days, and now they are... leisurely and contented.

Both of them are old slickers who have experienced the ups and downs of the world. Their decades of experience made them adapt to life in Wanmin City very quickly.

Different from red bricks and green tiles, stone houses with carved railings and painted buildings, magical stoves, warm quilts...

A city completely different from what they had imagined appeared before their eyes.

Then they heard news of an outbreak of disease throughout the city.

The two old men thought that they were kidnapped by thieves, and they had to wait for death when they encountered an epidemic in the deep mountains, but they didn't expect...

Xu Mu and Wanmincheng showed incomparably tenacious vitality and execution.

A disease that could wipe out entire states and counties has been brought under control.

"The Lord's Mansion informs the people in the city that the number of new patients with the epidemic yesterday is still zero!"

Early in the morning, outside Er Pei's house, there was a small official running around shouting to deliver the exciting news.

It's April now, and it's still a little bit cold. The two old men in their seventies can't do without the stove all the time.

The two were sitting around the stove warming up the fire.

Hearing the news from the clerk outside, the two pairs of eyes looked at each other.

"Hongda, it's already the eighth day, and it's zero in a row. This is really unbelievable." Pei Yun sighed softly.

Hongda is Pei Ju's name.

Pei Ju's eyes flickered, he stood up slowly, and looked out of the window through the glass: "The whole city uses transparent and clear glass as windows, Xu Dalang... is extraordinary."

Pei Yun rolled his eyes and snorted coldly: "He is the leader of the anti-thief, of course it is extraordinary!"

Pei Ju smiled irrefutably.

These two have been imprisoned in the residence these days.

You can only know everything about Wanmin City through the windows on the second floor.

The road planning here is completely different from Luoyang and even Chang'an, and the house structure is even more so. There are stone buildings everywhere that can accommodate more people.

While the two were feeling emotional, Fang Yi was wearing a mask, ran over from a distance, waved downstairs and shouted: "My lord, please go to the theater."

In these days, apart from the soldiers guarding them, the only person they can contact is Fang Yizhi.

It is said that he is the eldest son of the director of the General Affairs Department of Manmin City.

Seeing this boy for the first time, Pei Ju was shocked by the contour scale he fiddled with.

He once briefly studied the Western Regions, focused on the study of the terrain of the Western Regions, and knew the importance of terrain description for espionage work.

But they have never found a method that can describe the terrain in such detail as Fang Yizhi's map.

It is clear at a glance whether it is high or low.

Gradually, Pei Ju started talking with Fang Yizhi.

Later, I learned that these drawing methods were all created by Xu Dalang!
In the following days, they also gradually heard many deeds of Xu Mu from Fang Yizhi.

After knowing all kinds of things about Wanmin City, they are all in the hands of Xu Mu alone!
High-yield grain, new irrigation tools, magical cement...

"Watching a play?" Pei Ju was a little puzzled and couldn't help frowning.

He thought that Xu Mu summoned him to subdue him, but he didn't expect that he was watching a play?

Could it be that he didn't understand the reason behind Yiyu's death?
However, people under the eaves had to bow their heads. Pei Ju knew this well, nodded slightly, and went to the Monument to the Heroes of the People with Pei Yun and Fang Yizhi together.

This was the first time for the two of them to leave the place of imprisonment and contact Wanmin City.

"It's an extraordinary time right now, my lord ordered that everyone must wear a mask when going out." Fang Yizhi took out two masks from his sleeves and handed them to Er Pei.

Er Pei was a little surprised, but when he saw the people walking on the street wearing masks, although he was extremely reluctant, he put them on obediently.

In their view, wearing a mask is like covering your face, something only thieves would do.

They are full of poetry and books, and if they are alive, if it is not because of the epidemic, they will not cover their faces even if they are killed.

"That monument is so high, is it used for sacrifice?" Pei Yun asked from a long distance away, pointing to the Monument to the Heroes of the People.

Fang Yi rolled his eyes and said angrily: "That is the Monument to the Heroes of the People. You have read so many books, how can you point your finger at it directly? This is blasphemy to heroes. If other people see it, I'm afraid will directly kill you."

Pei Yun immediately snorted coldly, expressing that he was upright and fearless, and then... saw a few people walking over with unkind expressions.

Quickly shrinking his neck, he hid behind Fang Yizhi.

Fang Yi snorted, and then said to those common people: "This person has just entered Wanmin City, and he doesn't know the rules yet, please forgive me, I will discipline him well next time!"

These few people just nodded and dispersed, but before leaving, they were still muttering: "A 70-year-old man is not as sensible as a ten-year-old child. At such an age, he really lives like a dog!"

When Pei Yun heard this, his old face flushed with embarrassment, and he wished he could pick up the stones on the side of the road and catch up with them to argue with them.

But thinking about his old arms and legs, he still gave up this unrealistic idea.

"In Wanmin City, the first thing you shouldn't offend is the lord, and the second thing you shouldn't offend is the Monument to the Heroes of the People." Fang Yi glanced at Pei Yun. He was young and mature, and his style of painting looked extremely weird.

Pei Ju saw it more thoroughly, and because of this, he was even more shocked by Xu Mu.

The reverence and maintenance of the high monument in front of the eyes of the few common people just now came from the heart and was extremely profound.

And according to what Fang Yizhi said, their admiration for Xu Mu is even higher than the tall monument in front of them...

Among the [-] people in Wanmin City, Xu Mu actually has such prestige...

There are hundreds of thousands of people who depend on each other for life and death, so why worry about major events failing?

For a while, Pei Ju thought a lot.

Soon, a group of three arrived in front of the Monument to the Heroes of the People. They were distributed benches, and together with a thousand people, they were preparing to watch today's shadow puppet show.

The show this time was naturally about the epidemic. It was the first time Er Pei saw this play, and he was also attracted by the ups and downs of the plot.

Tears followed throughout.

Among them, the small officials headed by Liang Ziqiu moved Er Pei the most.

"There are such good officials in the country, my Great Sui... why did this happen!" Pei Yun covered his face with a look of pain.

In the end, the "Three Character Classic" recited by the children also attracted Er Pei's attention.

"Who...why wrote this?" Pei Ju couldn't help asking.

He is familiar with the classics, but has never heard such scriptures.

Fang Yi blinked and said proudly: "Of course it was written by the lord, and I was the first to recite the full text!"

Er Pei fell into petrification.

It's the lord again...

From Fang Yizhi's mouth, they heard too many stories about Xu Mu.

If it wasn't for Fang Yizhi being a ten-year-old child with a pure heart, they would all doubt the authenticity of what Fang Yizhi said.

"Not only that, my lord has also invited Wang Zhongyan to teach the people of Wanmin City how to read and write!" Fang Yi said directly.

Er Pei looked at each other, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

"Wang Zhongyan? But the great Confucian Wang Tong?" Pei Yun couldn't help asking.

Fang Yi rolled his eyes: "Otherwise? Could there be a second Wang Zhongyan in the world?"

Er Pei gasped!
Wang Zhongyan!
Who is there?

Although the great Confucianism of the present age is only in his thirties, he has studied the classics of Confucianism, learned about heaven and man, and can be regarded as a teacher in the world!
He once preached about Luoshui, and all the students and masters in the literary world all held the disciple ceremony to him!
He was also abducted by Xu Dalang to the deep mountains and old forests to teach the people in Qianshou how to read and write!

Compared with Wang Zhongyan, they thought they could live in a rare commodity, and they could sell it for a price, but now it seems that they were completely wrong...

Xu Mu didn't come to recruit them because he was too busy.

It's because they didn't take them to heart at all!

Thinking of this, Pei Ju looked up at the Monument to the Heroes of the People with complicated thoughts, but when he looked up, his unintentional glance made his whole body freeze.

Not far from the Monument to the Heroes of the People, there is a stone house, by the window on the second floor, a familiar figure, a familiar face...

It made Pei Ju's body tremble.

"This... this, this..." His lips trembled, and an unbelievable guess emerged in his heart, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty, didn't you collapse?"

(End of this chapter)