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

In the canopy, the picture of Brother Shu also disappeared.

The

court was silent.

Datang.

Wei Zheng's eyes turned red, took two steps forward, and said to Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, we may think of 'China' too simply, the revolution is by no means overnight, and the founding of the country cannot be built overnight.

"Yes, we all think too simply..."Li

Shimin also said with complicated eyes: "In addition to the liberation of the land territory, there is also the liberation of the people's bodies and bodies, as well as the liberation of the mind, which may take many time periods.

"But the next era belongs to them. "

Da Qin, he was also shocked.

Li Si began to ponder in what direction the country would develop next? The

theme of the first stage was 'changing the law,' as long as the country's strength became stronger and the oppression of the foreign powers was stopped, and the country would be able to stand up

; the theme of the second stage was 'uprising,' and only by overthrowing the corrupt Qing court and establishing a new power would the country be saved;

and the theme of the third stage was 'awakening,' the awakening of the mind and the emancipation of the spirit, which would create the awakening of this era.

Will there be a fourth stage, a fifth stage...?"

The representatives of the first stage are Tan Sitong, Zhang Taiyan, and Zou Weidan; the second stage is Mr., Huang Xing, and Chen Tianhua, will they be the third stage?"

At this moment, Li Si's eyes were deep and he muttered to himself.

Immediately, the text began to emerge.

[Why is this country and this nation worth remembering? Because the spirit of resistance in their bones is engraved in their souls, and where there is oppression, there will be resistance.

[Yuan, obviously not the savior of the times, he is more like a thief, a thief.

[No one will follow a thief, no matter how much the thief disguises himself, it is also the emperor's new clothes.

[So, the second rebellion began, but the result could no longer be as satisfactory as the last time. The

contents of the inventory appear in the sky above the court.

[After the overthrow of the Qing court, the provinces formed a provisional parliament, and according to the Provisional Treaty, the parliament was to be formed within 10 months. The primary election was held in December 1912 and the second election was held on February 24, 1913. [

During this period, the acting governor of the national dang, the Song Jiaoren, was very active, and with the efforts of the Song Jiaoren, the national dang won a complete victory, and out of the 596 seats, the national dang won 392 seats, officially becoming a major faction in the country.

[This matter reached Yuan's ears, and he was deeply worried about it. The

screen expands.

The Yuan clan sent a check and tried to use money to bribe the Song sect.

There was only contempt in Song Jiaoren's eyes, and he tore the check to shreds with a smile.

Yuan did not give up, and sent people to lobby.

"Honorable, the generalissimo said, as long as you no longer insist on the cabinet, the generalissimo will promote you to the head of the cabinet, and you will have a chance to be rich!"

But Song Jiaoren still smiled contemptuously, with a trace of sorrow for the world in his eyes.

"You go back, don't come, we all know that the generalissimo doesn't really approve of the republic, what he wants is 'autocracy', what we want is 'republic', the Tao is different, don't conspire with each other!"

The other party conveyed Song Jiaoren's words to Yuan Xiangcheng as they were.

Yuan Xiangcheng shook his head and sighed: "Dezun is a genius in the political world, but unfortunately, he couldn't be used by me..."

The screen turns.

March 20, 1913.

Magic capital, Shanghai-Nanjing railway station, people come and go.

Song Jiaoren, who had just helped the Kuomintang become the largest faction in the country, was in high spirits and was shaking hands with Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others to say goodbye, after which he would take the train home.

Passengers rushed to the platform, and Song Jiaoren was about to get on the train.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a deafening burst of gunfire rang out from inside the platform.

Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with gunsmoke, and Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others were deafening, and they lost their minds for a moment.

Coming back to their senses, they hurriedly looked for the figure of the Song sect.

All you can see is a pool of blood on the platform.

Song Jiaoren had already collapsed in a pool of blood, and a huge blood hole appeared in his waist.

He clutched his wounds and cried out in pain, "I've been shot, there's an assassin!"

Huang Xing, who was closest to him, helped Song Jiaoren up, and at the same time looked around, only to see a figure fleeing in the panicked crowd, and the patrols at the railway station disappeared for some reason.

Only then did Huang Xing understand that this was a sophisticated assassination against Song Jiaoren!

"Hurry up and send it to the hospital!" Huang

Xing gritted his teeth and yelled.

In the hospital, Song Jiaoren was quickly pushed into the operating room.

Doctors removed a bullet from his body.

Bullets are poisonous.

Song Jiaoren woke up in severe pain, his face was pale, and his eyes were in a trance.

"Mr. Song!" He

was surrounded by members of the Alliance who had come to visit.

Everyone's eyes were red and their teeth were clenched.

Huang Xing even clenched his fists, his nails were embedded in the flesh, and blood flowed out, but he didn't feel pain.

Song Jiaoren knew that he was dying.

He smiled and told everyone not to worry about him.

But his face became more and more pale.

At the end of his life, his eyes fell on his friend Yu Youren, and he opened his mouth tremblingly.

"Brother Youren, I'm in a lot of pain, I may not be able to bear it tonight..."

It seems that the middle way has collapsed..."

Song Jiaoren grabbed Yu Youren's hand tightly with both hands, and held it very tightly, very tightly.

There was too much unwillingness in his eyes.

He had so many things he wanted to do, but he hadn't finished them—he hadn't done great things with his husband, he hadn't seen the majesty of this great country at the beginning, and his old mother at home...

At this moment, Song Jiaoren's eyes were finally filled with tears.

He looked at Yu Youren and continued to say his last words.

"Before I die, I have three things that I want to ask you for help -

first, all the books I have stored in Jinling and the capital are stored in the Jinling Library, which is my hard work;

second, my family is very poor, my mother is still alive, and I have not fulfilled my filial piety, please take care of it for me in the future;

third... The Republic of China has not been established, the people cannot be dispersed, Yuan is different from Mr., he does not manage this country well, and it will become a great disaster in the future! Please continue to struggle to save the country, and do not give up your responsibilities for me!"

[At 4:48 on March 22, Song Jiaoren died at the age of 31. In

front of the hospital, there is a lot of traffic.

Countless people came to pay their respects.

Huang Xing, Yu Youren, Liao Zhongkai and others stood in front of the body of Song Jiaoren, expressionless, and came to see off Dezun for the last time.

The silent anger is turning into a fire that ignites the fuse of the second revolution.