When the picture fell, the emperors and writers of various dynasties reflected only shock.

Great Song.

Zhao Kuangyin looked at Lu Xun in the picture with appreciation in his eyes.

Although he was born in the army, he loved to read.

He smiled and said to the Wenchen military general in front of him: "It seems that in the literary world of the later dynasty, Lu Xun alone held up half of the sky. Every time I write an article, it is so earth-shattering. "

Yes, Zhao Kuangyin used the word 'earth-shattering'.

And it seems very out of place for a reader, but it is so appropriate.

The ministers of the court were silent.

They've already felt it.

The advent of "Diary of a Madman" directly broke the literary pattern of an era.

This is the power that belongs to Lu Xun alone.

There are no other writers and thinkers.

It was as if this thin-looking, forever-growing bearded man had enough power in his body to upturn an era.

Datang.

Li Shimin looked up at the sky, smiled and said: "In this era, in addition to Nan Chen and North Li, the person who impressed me the most had to be this Mr. Lu Xun. "

Ah Q... An oppressed peasant, but arrogant and self-contemptuous, I really want to read it..."

Han Dynasty, Guangwu Emperor Liu Xiu couldn't help but sigh, with expectation in his eyes.

"I'm waiting for the day this article comes out. At

this moment, new words appeared in the canopy.

[In April of this year, the weather is finally no longer so cold, and spring has arrived. [

The two-year seclusion period finally ended, and the writer Yi Baisha wrote "The Spring and Autumn of the Emperor" in the new cultural period. The

screen changed to a book.

The concise and ephemeral lines of words are imprinted in the eyes of the emperors of various dynasties.

At first, some emperors were still curious and surprised, but as they read carefully, the faces of these emperors changed, and their eyes were full of anger.

"It's ridiculous

!" "What kind of book is this, a bunch of nonsense, who wrote it?"

"This Yi Baisha is so bold that he dares to smear us!"

It turns out that between the lines of this "Emperor Spring and Autumn Period", it profoundly exposes the absurd and unscrupulous crimes of the emperors of the past dynasties -

"human sacrifice." "

Kill. "

Weak. "

Flattering. "

Hypocrisy. "

Extravagant.

"Foolishness.

"Torture. "

Reward rape. "

Polygamy. "

Dove. "

Rebellion. "

These twelve

sins!

For each of these sins, there will be several emperors, who are shocked and angry.

Some are annoyed and angry, and some are stunned, will they do such a ridiculous deed in the future?"

"Quick, copy it down, put it in front of my court, and always be vigilant against me!"

Datang, Da Song.

The same is true for Li Shimin and Zhao Kuangyin.

However, more emperors began to conceal it, ordering the people in the court not to watch, otherwise they would gouge out their eyeballs.

Fortunately, the picture quickly changed in the canopy.

Liangguang area.

Yixian was reading a thick book, which was "The Emperor's Spring and Autumn" written by Yi Baisha.

"We must bring down autocracy and establish democracy.

"From the historical facts, it can be said that arousing the intellectual class to punish the people and thieves is stricter than the axe!" Yixian

greatly appreciated this, and immediately took up his pen and wrote a letter to Yi Baisha, hoping that he could come over to help him propagate the revolutionary cause.

However, Yi Baisha refused.

"Sir, thank you for your appreciation, but I'm a pessimist, and I don't see any way out of this country!" Yixian

was moved when he saw the reply.

There was also silence.

"Pessimist... Let me ask the Chinese people who came all the way at that time, which one was not a pessimist? The country's strength is declining day by day, and there is no way to save the country.

"But there is hope again

!" "I hope that Mr. Yi can draw a strong stroke for the nation's salvation road like Captain Zhongfu!"

But how did he know that after this letter, it was the last stroke of their brief intersection.

New text, appearing in the canopy.

[In 1921, after the writing of "The Spring and Autumn Period of the Emperor", Yi Baisha went down the mountain in April, but what he saw was that the mountains and rivers were in ruins, the people were dying, and the country was hopeless. Accompanied

by the text, a new screen unfolds.

Yi Baisha went down the mountain, ending a two-year life of seclusion.

He still remembered why he went up the mountain, and after the end of the thunderstorm, he saw the world clearly, the fortune of the country was not prosperous, the country was declining, and he could not see a little hope.

He was a pessimist and chose to escape himself by seclusion.

Now that he has finished writing "The Spring and Autumn of the Emperor", it is time to go down the mountain.

But when he descended the mountain, he was shocked by what he saw and heard

—everywhere he passed, corpses were strewn all over the field, people were crying bitterly, and there were thin children lying on the ground, begging passers-by for water.

But more often than not, it was thirst to death in this wilderness, and the corpses piled up into mountains.

Everything deeply impacted Yi Baisha's eyes.

His limbs, his whole body, were shaking.

"Help me. "

Water... I want water..."A

thin hand stretched out to Yi Baisha, but before it touched it, it had already fallen weakly.

He was the first to propose 'Down with the Confucian Temple', and worked as a college teacher at Nankai University in Xingcheng and Jincheng, but after two years of seclusion, he saw that the whole world was still dim, and there was no hope in sight.

handed over all the money on his body to the young man, and Yi Baisha staggered away.

The road ahead was vast, and his stumbling steps were so small.

Time doesn't know how long has passed, he has been gone for a long time.

But along the way, the oncoming feeling of suffocation almost made him desperate.

At night, his lonely back is infinitely stretched by the lights.

A sense of loneliness, suffocation, and despair enveloped him.

He was like a desperate drowning man, and now he desperately wanted to grab a lifeline.

He thought of the revolution.

"Revolution needs resistance, it needs to be sacrificed!" In

the dark night, he roared angrily, like a nightingale.

"Who started this?"

The first reaction in his mind was to point the spearhead at the current generalissimo of the North

and the South: Xu Shichang! He wanted to use the most primitive method: assassinate Xu Shichang!

"If the revolution in the world is to succeed today, it must be enthusiastic, and there must be a blood bomb to wake up the people in the world.

"Zhongfu, the chief guard, your road is still long, you can't have anything, this important task, leave it to me!"

"How happy is the husband's life, and why is he afraid of death?"

In the dark night, Yi Baisha took care of each other, and went on the road in the early morning of the next day, all the way north, to kill Xu!

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