Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Right now.

Yi Baisha wore a long robe and a short blade, and the back of the daring to go north turned into the last scene and disappeared into the sky.

Immediately the canopy of heaven turned into darkness, and the heavens were silent, and there was not a sound.

At this moment, the emperors of all dynasties were silent.

If Chen Zhongfu and Li Shouchang met in the south and the north, so that the emperors could see a trace of the brilliance of this great country, then what Yi Baisha saw and heard after coming down the mountain, the drought, the corpses were all over the field, and the children were crying, it was like a basin of cold water, falling from the sky and pouring into the psychology

of these emperors Everything in the world has two sides, and it is shown in the canopy, and this is what is happening in this era, good, positive things.

But there's more to it than they can see.

Not to mention those of them who were born at the forefront of history, even those who were born in that era may not be able to see it clearly.

Because the world is too chaotic.

Drought, civil strife, division, foreign race eyeing each other... After not taking a few steps, he will fall and die.

The great red organization founded by Chen Zhongfu and Li Shouchang was certainly exciting, and the rise and enlightenment of the working class certainly made these emperors feel terrified, but, let's not forget, this is only a small part of the prosperity.

The largest, larger part, is surrounded by fog and shrouded in darkness.

What this 35-year-old scholar sees is the true way of the world.

The real 1921!!

At this moment, Daqin.

Ying Zheng clenched his fists tightly, his chest cavity seemed to be blocked, and even his breathing felt unsmooth.

When the people in the north saw the contents and words of the canopy, they began to denounce it loudly, and they shouted loudly, 'Uncover the rod'

!" "Newspaper! The

slaves who built the Great Wall shouted 'rebellion'!" "Newspaper

! There are also hundreds of remnants of the sons and families of ordinary people, and they have also begun to appear one after another!"

In my ears, there was an urgent report.

It seems that the dawn of this dynasty people felt depressed when they saw the content reflected in the sky.

Whether it is a change of law, a revolution, or a movement, in short, the people are no longer satisfied with the status quo.

They began to chant 'revolution'! The

foundations of a dynasty seemed to be beginning to waver.

But Yingzheng still turned a deaf ear and was indifferent to these urgent reports.

Because he understands that he is an ancestral dragon, as long as he is still wearing a dragon robe for a day, these people will not dare to rebel.

"It's really a singable, weeping, respectable, and hateful era..."

After a long time, Ying Zheng finally spoke, and there was a fire rising in his eyes, but it was extremely complicated.

"The current China is still rotten and damp, because of the division of warlords and the rise of civil strife, how is such a country different from the feudalism that was once overthrown?"

"Still need more fire!"

"Tang Dynasty, Tang Gaozong era.

Li Zhi sat on the throne, and below him were civil and military officials.

Prime Minister Liu Renliang stepped forward and reported: "Your Majesty, the sailors have been assembled, are you going to Baijiangkou?"

Li Zhi didn't have a smile on his face, just frowned and looked at the reflected sky at the moment, and finally shook his head: "Wait, it's not time yet." "

Because of the era he is in, he hasn't seen Dongying make any moves, and he wants to wait.

Great Song.

Zhao Gou looked at the figure of Yi Baisha in the canopy with some fear in his eyes, and gasped.

"Assassination... See the assassination again! I haven't seen an assassination for a long time. "

When the Qing Dynasty fell apart, the era of assassination seemed to be over.

But just because it's gone doesn't mean there isn't.

"This scholar is going to assassinate and use his life to ignite this era of hope and darkness!" He

finally realized how terrible the scholar of this dynasty was.

At this time, in the canopy, a new picture emerged.

Yi Baisha arrived in the capital, but what caught her eye was a heavily guarded mansion.

Troops were stationed here, and cars with four wheels passed by the gate.

He simply couldn't get in.

Looking at the knife he had just sharpened, Yi Baisha clutched it tightly, the blade cut his palm, and a lot of blood flowed out, he didn't seem to feel pain, and his eyes were terrifyingly angry.

has the heart to serve the country with assassination, but there is no chance to assassinate at all.

Walking on the streets of the capital, there are fireworks everywhere.

But when I looked up at the sky, it was still gray and suffocating.

Passers-by looked at them with smiles on their faces, but their eyes were numb, and he saw them all!

No matter how dark and tragic the times, they survived.

Live no matter what.

A little bitterness, a little richness, is to live.

That's the mentality they have!

Didn't you think about resisting!

Yi Baisha was extremely angry.

He left the capital and went to Liangguang to meet Chen Zhongfu.

Before leaving, Chen Zhongfu stopped him.

Yi Baisha looked back at him, and the two looked at each other.

Chen saw that his eyes were red and angry, and he would ignite a flame.

He saw a sense of pathos.

There are always a thousand words in my heart, but after all, I opened my mouth, but I didn't say a word.

"Take care.

Yi Baisha smiled, at this moment, he also had a sense of desolation that was sluggish and cold.

He took the initiative to ask: "Zhongfu, do you remember what I asked you in 1915

?" "What?"

"If I commit suicide by jumping into the river like Qu Yuan one day, will you laugh at me?"

Chen Zhongfu was just silent, did not answer anything, and silently closed the door.

"Whew!"

After closing the door, Chen Zhongfu let out a long breath of turbidity, leaned his head lightly against the door panel, and looked up at the sky.

Some people, some words, are actually premonitions.

He had seen too many people like Yi Baisha - once full of ambition, but in the end, he was grief-stricken.

The blood of the heart is dead, and the people of the world are awakened with their own flesh and blood.

In the canopy, new words appeared.

[Under the recommendation of Chen Zhongfu, Yi Baisha met Mr. Sun, and he implored the latter to send troops to attack Xu, but was refused.

"Now the times are different, what doesn't work, just like the Yuan family falls, there will be another Xu Shichang.

However, he still sent an invitation: "Stay, stay in Guangzhou to write articles, assist me in propagating the revolution, and don't take risks." But

in response, all he did was laugh miserably.

Yi Baisha left, physically and mentally weak.

The screen turns.

The hometown of the Ming Dynasty scholar Chen Xianzhang, near Chen Village, on a vast river.

A lone ship floats slowly.

Yi Baisha stood quietly and put it on, and behind him was the boatman rowing.

There are water ripples on the surface of the river, but Yi Baisha's heart is like stagnant water.

He closed his eyes deeply.

As soon as I close my eyes, what I see is an era of chaos and despair, the gloomy and guarded Marshal's Mansion, and... He's weak.

No one wants to help him.

No one wants to blow up a bomb for this mortal world!

" Since you can't die for a thief, it's worthless. The

boat slowly pulled aside, and Yi Baisha stepped into the darkness.

At this time, the sun is setting, and the sun is like blood on the horizon.

The entire surface of the sea was covered with a layer of blood.

At this moment, he remembered Qu Yuan.

He also committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea for the sake of righteousness.

History, always so strikingly similar.

"Zhongfu, Captain, I'll go first.

"Mr. Qu Yuan, Mr. Chen Tianhua, I have followed in your footsteps.

"I hope that my death will be a wake-up call for future generations.

Yi Baisha jumped and then disappeared into the sea.

In the canopy, two paragraphs of text emerged.

[In the Dragon Boat Festival of 1921, Yi Baisha committed suicide by throwing himself into the sea.

But the kingdom is not hopeless, but he fell before the dawn. 】