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

The images of the assassination of the Song sect are reflected in the sky of various dynasties.

At this moment, the people of all dynasties were shocked and speechless for a long time.

After a long time, Zhuge Liang in the Shu period muttered: "Do your best, and then die... It's a good one to die. "

At this moment, Zhuge Liang has just finished writing the "Later Teacher Table", and there is a sentence in it, which is 'Do your best, and then die'.

He slowly got up, folded his hands in the void where the picture was, bowed slightly, and spoke.

"Sir, righteousness!"

But after getting up, Zhuge Liang's face and eyes were deeply worried.

Zhuge Liang is still a lupine scarf, but he is much older.

He had already seen that on the surface, this was the assassination of Song Jiaoren, but behind it was a shady battle between the parties.

"The Republic of China, there are too many forces that have risen together, all of them are hidden in one country, which will only make the country chaotic..."Zhuge

Liang put his hands behind his back and sighed: "This situation is unsolvable." "

The Great Song Dynasty, the Zhao Dynasty.

Qin Hui looked at the picture at this moment, clapped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, as the minister expected, the country, relying on only one gentleman, cannot be built, it is too chaotic."

"Everyone has different hearts, and everyone has to seek a piece of profit." In the past, it was the big tree of the Qing court that covered the shade, but now the big tree of the Qing court has fallen, and all the cows, ghosts, snakes and gods have come out.

"It's Song Sect this time, who will it be next time?"

On the other side, Da Qin.

Zhao Gao pointed out sharply: "Kill the Venerable Song De, Yuan Xiangcheng also."

Ying Zheng glanced at him: "How can you see it?" "

Song Jiaoren and the Yuan family have always been incompatible, and Song Jiaoren is the number one right-hand man on Mr.'s side, the establishment of the national dang, teaching people is the first merit, and it is not okay to send people to bribe, of course they must be secretly obliterated." "

Spring and autumn.

Confucius shook his head and sighed: "Chaos, too chaotic."

"The death of the Song Sect will inevitably cause outrage among the masses, and the rest of the League have been blinded by hatred. When will it be time to repay the wrongs? One wrong step, one wrong step, in the end, it is the people of this era who suffer..."

As the words fell, Confucius's gaze became even deeper than in the past.

Because he has already understood that the Republic of China under the rule of the Yuan clan is more authoritarian and more depressing.

In an era full of assassinations and mutinies, will the 'Datong' he insisted on really exist?

Soon, the picture continued to emerge.

There were two kinds of posthumous photos taken of the corpses of the Song Jiaoren, one was neatly dressed and neatly came, and they had to leave neatly; the other was naked, covered in blood, and the bloody hole in the waist and abdomen was the key to the small half of the body, and this was the real scene when the Song Jiaoren was killed, and it must be made public.

Across the vast sea, I also heard the news of the death of the Song sect.

Grief-stricken!

Always at peace, he had always been known for his sanity, and at this moment he collapsed.

He angrily called the dang people in China: "Work together to find out the truth about the assassination of Song Jiaoren!"

"Revenge"

Yixian roared hoarsely.

[However, regarding the assassination of Song Jiaoren, there are many doubts in China. The Nationalist people believed that the murderer was Yuan, while the Beiyang side believed that the Song sectarians died in infighting. [

The magic capital solicited clues about the Song case at a high price, and finally found out that the direct perpetrator was the unemployed army ruffian Wu Shiying; it was Ying Guixin, the ruffian from the land of the demon capital, who arranged the murder; Hong Shuzu, the secretary of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who was in charge of the liaison task; the accomplice was Zhao Bingjun, the chief of internal affairs; and the main messenger was the generalissimo Yuan Xiangcheng!]

Four of the five people who plotted to kill the Song Sect were punished: Wu Shiying, the assassin, died of illness in prison; Ying Guixin, the mastermind of the hired murderer, was killed; Hong Shuzu, the mastermind of the plot, became the first prisoner in China to be hanged to death; Zhao Bingjun, the mastermind of the plot, died of a strange illness in 1914; and no one dared to try the generalissimo Yuan Xiangcheng. The

screen appears.

It was time to return home, and he was silent all the way, with a serious expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But his eyes were as sharp as a sword, which made people palpitate.

It has been five days since Song Jiaoren was killed.

Although there is no evidence, Yatsen can guess who is behind it.

In my mind, I began to think of the time when I worked with Song Jiaoren.

He has a very keen sense of politics and is a genius in this area, and the League, including the current national dang, can have today, and the Song Sect has contributed a lot.

What he most hoped for was that the people could be truly established! When he

returned to the magic capital, a high-level meeting was immediately convened.

Compared with the indignation of Huang Xing, Yu Youren and others, he seemed particularly calm.

It's scary, it's scary.

Song Jiaoren's case, he doesn't plan to pursue it, he has only one goal: that is, to overthrow Yuan.

"I was wrong, I was very wrong,"

he was the only one in the silent conference room, and his deep voice was the only one.

His voice was not heavy, but it was like a heavy hammer, smashing the hearts of Huang Xing and Yu Youren.

Everyone had a premonition that a storm was coming.

"In just two years, times are different... The Republic of China can be established, but there are always people who want to profit from it, so that the great Republic of China will become his hall, I will not allow it, and the Republic of China, which countless revolutionary martyrs exchanged for their lives, has become as bloody as it is now. "

The Yuan family is not the hope of the Republic of China, this time it is Dezun, who is it next time, me?"

"I want to fall Yuan!"

At this moment,

the flame of anger burned in his eyes.

[However, Huang Xing was founded at the beginning of the Republic of China, and the people were determined, and at this time, the army was raised to fight Yuan, and the name was not right, and he tried his best to dissuade him. The next day, Li Liejun, the governor of Jiangxi, Bai Wenwei, the governor of Anhui, and Hu Hanmin, the governor of Guangdong, all telegraphed Mr. Li Liejun, the governor of Anhui, and Hu Hanmin, the governor of Guangdong, all telegraphed Mr. Yuan. [

The situation is deadlocked, Yixian can reverse Yuan's heart resolutely, just waiting for an opportunity. Daqin

.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng sat down with a deep gaze.

Childe Fusu is here.

Look at the picture in the sky.

Fusu closed his eyes deeply, full of worries about the country and the people.

"The Republic of China is like a country but not a country, with many parties and factions, and foreign powers are eyeing each other. "

The Republic of China is established, it is better not to stand!"

After speaking, Fusu left, leaving the Ying family with a vigorous but somewhat lonely back.

The picture then emerges.

Binglin tried a different path again.

He followed Yuan Xiangcheng, thinking that Yuan was an ideal 'Washington'-style eloquent man.

But after a long time, he suddenly realized that he was wrong.

The Yuan clan was by no means a good man for governing the country, especially after learning that the Song sectarians had died at the hands of the Yuan clan, he became more and more confused.

He began to wonder if he was out of step with the times,

and whether what our generation was looking for was right or wrong.

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Perhaps at this moment, Mr. Taiyan is just like his erected inch, leaving only unruly arrogance.

In a moment of confusion, he remembered a person.

His own student, Brother Shu.

No.

It's time to shout 'Mr. Tree'.

"Perhaps, a group of them is the one who can find the right path..."

It's raining outside.

Mr. Taiyan looked at the pouring rain outside the window and muttered bitterly to himself.