Compared with him, who am I?

The densely packed people and merchants on the whole street fell into silence as the Governor of Song Dynasty knelt down, with shock written all over their faces.

They could accept the evil deeds of the eldest son of the Song Dynasty, but they really could not accept the humble kneeling and worship of the eldest governor of the Song Dynasty.

The Governor-General of the Song Dynasty was like heaven to the land thousands of miles around Fufeng. He was the real heaven. He was more intimidating than the emperor in the capital. He was definitely not comparable to the second-generation officials who bullied others and talked nonsense like the eldest son of the Song Dynasty.

This made them feel awe in their bones, but when the big man they were so awed by suddenly collapsed, it was hard not to feel a little confused.

So, who is he kneeling on?

Mr. Song also wants to know who this person is!

He even felt a little panic for no reason, a kind of panic about the unknown. In the impression, his uncle was very knowledgeable about everything, and he could not guess the depth of his mind. No matter how big the storm was, he was always calm and composed.

He covered his hands like rain, but why... why did he kneel down?

"Uncle, why?" He couldn't help lowering his voice and asking through gritted teeth, "Is there anything else that scares you? Who is he?"

who is he?

Song Laochu couldn't help but ask himself.

He... was the strange man who guided his life to the bright future, the king he assisted, and the emperor he felt most regretful in his life.

Until the Western Qin army overwhelmed the world and dared to pull down the emperor... Until the young King of Qin disappeared in Julie Mountain and passed away...

Song Laochu raised his head, burst into tears instantly, choked with sobs, and couldn't say a word.

Xin Zhuo took the clothes, put them on himself, and said casually: "Master Song, help me pay for the noodles. Besides, I'd better stop being an official. Go back and be a landlord, marry a wife, and study for fifty years."

Remember, keep a low profile from now on. It’s a kindness to you that I didn’t die today.”

"I asked you, please answer it." Xin Zhuo said.

The eldest son of the Song Dynasty understood this and quickly took off his brocade robe worth two hundred taels. He knelt forward, raised his hands high, and said with a disgusting and flattering smile on his face: "Please accept it!"

After saying that, his body flashed and disappeared.

After that, the Western Qin Dynasty merged with the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he became a high-ranking official, a minister, and the highest position of a Confucian disciple. However, he still often felt that something was missing.

Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged on the ridge of the glazed tile.

Of course, he definitely deserves some credit here!

Many nights, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "This is my true husband!"

King Qin is "dead". As a mature politician, he will never reveal his identity without understanding all the reasons and his own thoughts. Xin Zhuo stood up and walked to Song Lao Chu and patted him.

Shoulder: "Old Chu, I have lost weight in the past few years!"

"So, after I entered Julie Mountain, Ji Yaoyue started a plan to conquer the world?"

His ambitions and talents were finally put to use, and his life found the true meaning! A scholar dies for his confidant, and Jiang Yuqing is not only his king, but also his confidant.

Then he was stepped heavily on the head by a foot. He swallowed subconsciously and did not dare to move. He pressed his face to the ground, still wearing a flattering and humble smile.

"Here!" Song Laochu immediately bowed and saluted.

He was confused, panicked, at a loss and even afraid, so he could only bow his head and kneel down.

He witnessed with his own eyes the rise of Western Qin, its prosperity, and its power that shocked the world!

Song Lao Chu stood up and glanced at his nephew who raised his head with a dusty and confused look on his face: "Just do it, otherwise don't blame me for not being a licker, I'll kill you, you bitch, you're so used to it!"

At that moment, he was confused, his heart was full of hesitation and loss, and his life suddenly had no goal. The eternal holy master who gave you the throne is the most noble illusion for Confucian disciples. But if the king is gone, what is the meaning of life?

The next year, he also entered Julie Mountain. In addition to breaking through the Earth Immortal, he also wanted to go in and look for His Highness. No, he was gone. Even if he was lucky enough to become an Earth Immortal, he always felt that something was missing somewhere.

"Yes, after His Highness left, conflicts arose between the Western Qin family, the nobles of the Western Regions, the six major military towns, the military and the officialdom. The Jiang family was unable to completely integrate Western Qin, resulting in mutiny in the army and turmoil in the officialdom. Later, the princess suppressed it single-handedly, and Western Qin was restored!

Not only that, with the Jiang family and Western Qin as her background, the princess subdued most of the ministers and nobles in the court, and became the regent of the Great Zhou Dynasty. She emptied the emperor's rights and gave orders to the world that no one dared to disobey!"

Song Laochu stood aside respectfully, full of doubts and didn't know where to start asking, or...should not ask.

The eldest son of Song Dynasty looked at his uncle and then at Xin Zhuo. A name suddenly appeared in his mind. He finally reacted and his face changed drastically. The arrogance and domineering look on his body disappeared in an instant. He crawled on the ground in a humble and cowardly manner, not daring to raise his head.

Generally shivering.

As a result, he finally gave up his former dream and became a political bureaucrat of the Zhou Dynasty who followed the crowd, eliminating dissidents, flattering others, and doing everything he could.

This former king is back again!

However, the original Western Qin was gone.

"No need to ask, he can't tell."

The eldest son of Song Dynasty sat on the ground slumped, his face turned pale. Only then did he remember how cruel and vicious the monarchs and ministers of the Western Qin Dynasty were back then, and then sweat rolled down his face.

It was his good friend Taixun Gong who introduced him to the king of the Western Qin Dynasty. This king not only treated the virtuous corporal and treated him as a scholar-official, but also immediately gave him the highest authority - to conduct a military expedition to the ten countries in the Western Regions.

"Uncle, I'm asking you!" Mr. Song gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"good!"

Think about how Confucianism has been abandoned by all the kings in the world in the past few hundred years. The prosperous days of hundreds of millions of Confucian disciples in ancient times have long passed. In today's world, there are only more than 3,000 Confucian scholars left to survive, with no hope at all!

Until the birth of this Western Qin prince, he did not hate Confucianism, and he did not hesitate to reward and appoint him.

Those years were miserable and desolate, and even my favorite roasted knives and roasted chicken became a luxury.

In the following years, Jiang Yuqing was deeply impressed by Jiang Yuqing's skill, ability to govern the country, military talent, talent in martial arts, strategy, and literary attainments!

"After I left, Ji Yaoyue took over Western Qin?"

…

The figure flashed and then disappeared.

It wasn't that he was slow to react, it was actually that the big shot he had never met had been dead for many years. This was recognized by the whole world, and he couldn't turn around for a while.

On the other hand, the stall owner, Lao Yangtou, had recovered from some extreme shock. He suddenly knelt down respectfully and said word by word in a voice that only he could hear: "Your Majesty, Xi Qin Gui Weizhou Baying

The city magistrate Yin Yang Dacheng pays homage to His Highness the King of Qin. His Highness is a thousand years old!"

The dragon slayer finally becomes a dragon one day!

But, now...

On the top floor of the "Wangyue Tower", the tallest building in Fufeng City, the breeze blows gently and the stars in the sky seem to be within reach.

But at this moment, besides this explanation, is there any other reason?

Compared to this big shot, his uncle was nothing, but what was he?

What he just said that no one could save him was really a joke. This was enough to make him panic!

Xin Zhuo suddenly felt bored, patted Mr. Song and pointed at his clothes.

Before that, I had been studying Confucianism for decades, but in the end I couldn't realize my ambitions and could only work behind closed doors. It was so frustrating and helpless.

"Yes, it has swept the world in three years!"

"Tell me the truth, how many people are left in the Western Qin Army now?"

"this……"

Song Laochu looked sad and hesitated: "Four, four thousand!"
Chapter completed!