Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

With Fusu intervening in, the chaos soon came to an end.

It's just that the people at this time are no longer the hopeful but hopeful people they used to be.

Instead, he became a villain who built his own existence on the demise of others.

Either active or passive.

This is the truth.

"How can this happen... how can this happen..."

Fusu clenched his fists tightly.

Seeing all this in front of me, sad, helpless, puzzled...

All kinds of emotions were intertwined in my heart.

At this moment, a man wearing a black ice platform costume appeared silently from nowhere and came to Fusu's side.

"Young master, what do you think about this situation?"

Hearing the dull voice, Fusu was startled for a moment, then turned around and grabbed the collar of the black ice platform man, glared at his eyes and asked:

"Tell me! Is this the ghost of your Heixingtai!"

"Did Zhao Tuo instruct him!"

Originally, Fu Su was carrying the collar, but the man did not show anything.

But when he heard the second sentence, his face instantly darkened.

"Bah!"

"Chong!!!"

With one kick, Fusu hurried out of the distance.

When he got up again, a bright long sword was already on his neck.

"Dare to be disrespectful to Your Majesty! If Your Majesty hadn't explained it in advance, this sword will definitely take the head of your son today!"

With a cold snort, the man from the Black Ice Terrace drew his sword into the sheath, and then said with a cold face:

"The scene that the eldest son saw was not the cause of the Black Ice Terrace, nor was His Majesty instructed."

"Such a miserable sight in the village... It's all thanks to your son!"

"You are talking nonsense!"

Fusu got up from the ground and pointed to the food in the car to defend: "I distributed food to the people! The purpose is to stop the chaos from happening."

"Now that things in the village are not what I want, how can you spit your blood?"

The black ice platform man still had a cold face.

"Speaking of which, the young master may not believe it. What you did, and even everything that happened in the village, was actually within His Majesty's expectations."

"His Majesty even said that if the son continues to do this, then every time he walks through a village, such a tragic situation will happen again."

"And if there is any fatality in the process, then these... will be counted on your head, son."

"For...why."

Seeing Fusu's absent-minded appearance, the man from the Black Ice Terrace sighed and explained:

"Your Majesty said that this food is hope, and the son will distribute them to everyone."

"Although this seems average, it is extremely cruel, because doing so is equivalent to saving no one."

Hearing this, Fusu's heart shrank.

"People's obsession with wanting to live is very deep. If they are desperate, it may be nothing."

"But once you see a little bit of hope, you want to try and grab it."

"Even if... that hope is someone else's."

With a thud, Fusu fell to his knees.

At this time, he looked at the chaos in the village, and his eyes were full of tears.

Obviously, at this moment, he already understood the words left by Zhao Tuo.

ashamed, regretful.

After listening to the explanation of the black ice platform man, these two emotions have already filled Fusu's chest.

Only at this moment did he know.

How naive and ridiculous the self who once accused Zhao Tuo of mishandling.

"His Majesty ordered that the son now has three choices."

"Or, continue to use these grains, do what you just did, and see if his guess is right."

"Or, distribute these grains to the people you want to save, and those who don't get the grains, their lives will be counted on the son's head."

"Or, replace these grains with stale grains that are enough for everyone to eat, save these people, and then silently bear the accusations and reproaches that may appear."

"It turns out...that's what happened."

Fusu wiped away her tears and stood up slowly, a bitter smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

In his mind, the conversation he had with Zhao Tuo before he left appeared.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Fusu... It will never become what you want to see!"

"No, brother, you will."

Take a deep breath and organize your emotions.

Fusu waved his hand to call for his soldiers.

"Everyone, immediately sell the grain on the spot, and then replace it with stale grains, the more the better!"

"Here!"

Just as the soldiers were about to leave, the man from the Black Ice Terrace stopped him.

"Young master doesn't have to make a big deal."

"Your Majesty said that today's treasury is still abundant, not less than a few hundred stone of grain."

"..."

Fusu's eyes twitched slightly.

"So... Your Majesty this time is purely to let me see the consequences of doing this with my own eyes?"

The black ice platform man nodded, and then said with a strange expression:

"Your Majesty said, without going through a series of social beatings, the young master will always be the stubborn virtue of a dead duck."

"Exact words?"

"Exact words."

"Your Majesty's words... are really ugly."

...

"Your Majesty, do you understand what you mean by Mr. Fusu's side?"

"Feng Xiang rest assured, as long as my brother's heart is not blocked by cement, he should know what to do correctly."

Zhao Tuo leaned on the Luan driver and admired the surrounding scenery.

"Ah... The last time I went to Yingchuan was eight years ago. I don't know how that kid is doing. If you drag him to bring it to Duke Huangshi, he will not bring it."

Hearing Zhao Tuo's sigh, Feng Quji, who was riding on the side, was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously:

"Your Majesty also has an old friend in Yingchuan?"

"Ah, well, you may not believe it when you say it. The guy I'm talking about is the one who attempted to assassinate his father in Bolangsha."

"..."

Feng Quji's eyes twitched slightly.

How can I take this...I can't take it...

"Cough cough... Your Majesty, I have something I don't understand."

Seeing that Feng Quji began to change the subject, Zhao Tuo smiled and didn't point out.

"You want to ask why I would take the risk and go to Yingchuan County to inspect the victims."

"Your Majesty is wise."

"Feng Xiang, you have to remember."

Zhao Tuo looked at the swifts passing by in the sky, and said faintly:

"No matter in that era, most people who did good deeds silently would not be noticed."

"You don't want fame, you can do whatever you want."

"But if you want to win the hearts and minds of the people, this face project is indispensable!*