Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 312: Success does not have to be mine! It was not Pei Gong who killed Qing, but the people of the world
Yan He stroked his beard, and seeing Yu Ping's puzzled expression, he smiled.

"In fact, I knew this day would come when I let my private army into the city. After all, the Overwatch Council oversees the entire country, let alone Kyoto."

"I also know that if I ask, Pei Gong will definitely take me away, but there is no need now."

Yu Ping seemed to understand something, but he still couldn't figure it out.

Yan He's eyes were hazy as he recalled the past.

"Minister Fan forced the people of Kyoto to subscribe to national debt. I am the executor of Niulan Street and I have been ordered to collect 100,000 taels of silver."

"Because Li Ye, the governor of Kyoto, saw that I was from Niulan Street, and thought it would be easier for me, a native commander, to collect the national debt."

Yu Ping couldn't help but clench his hands holding the child a little tighter, and his brows couldn't help but twitch wildly.

Niulan Street can be said to be the poorest street in Kyoto.

Even when Liu Hong became a gangster and made his first fortune, he quietly gave up Niulan Street.

Collecting a national debt of 100,000 taels of silver on Niulan Street, isn’t this a joke?
Yan He showed a trace of sadness in his eyes and spoke softly.

"My former neighbors and elders are all dead. They were tortured to death by me because they couldn't pay the national debt."

I didn’t know how to comfort Yan He.

He said it wasn't his fault, but was an order from his superiors?
But the person who ordered the torture was indeed Yan He himself.

Yan He waved his hand, and his expression returned to being calm and free and easy.

"I know that I have committed many sins and lack virtue. I am not worthy of being with Pei Gong. I will give my life back to the residents of Niulan Street!"

The soldiers in the dilapidated streets remained silent, just holding their spears tightly.

They were also native Kyoto people, and under the pressure of national debt, they killed their former neighbors and fellow villagers.

Yu Ping finally understood why he felt something was wrong.

From the beginning to the end, it turned out that these people were too calm.

A quiet dead atmosphere grows.

These soldiers who still had a conscience could not endure the nightmare torture day and night.

Following their leader, ready to die,

It doesn’t matter how these people were recorded in later historical books.

Are they the executioners who oppressed the people, or the righteous army who restored order?
None of this matters anymore.

Now they only wish to die to live up to their remaining conscience.

Yu Ping handed the child to the ascetic monk beside him and silently performed the ritual of prostrating himself.

Yan He looked at the fire in the distance, waved his hand and laughed.

"Let's go! Qingmiao never gets involved in worldly disputes. Sir, we are very grateful that you can save our relatives."

Yu Ping looked at these people deeply.

The soldiers laughed, their expressions frankly.

They are just ordinary people, and they don't expect real men to do things honestly and openly, but they can't let their consciences be eaten by dogs!
Yu Ping, along with the ascetic monks, arranged for the relatives of these people to live in a residence near the Qing Temple.

The three priests of Qing Temple looked at Yu Ping's depressed look, and their old faces showed some confusion.

"Yu Ping, why are you shaking your head and sighing? We are just following the orders of the temple and acting in accordance with the will of heaven."

Yu Ping raised his hand and stroked the rapidly beating heart.

Since he became an ascetic, he had rarely experienced such ups and downs in his emotions.

But now, Yu Ping wanted to roar and express his anger!
"Third priest, this is not an order from the temple, nor is it the will of heaven. This is the will of all the people in the world."

"It was not Pei Gong who killed Qing, but the people of the world! Emperor Qing was immoral, and the aristocratic family was short-sighted."

"The world has suffered from the violent Qing for a long time. Pei Gong was born to meet the needs of the times. He followed the will of the people and raised an army to rebel against Qing!"

The three priests listened to Yu Ping's deafening roar in silence, their eyes slightly dazed.

Perhaps they, the ascetics, have been away from the secular world for too long, and if Yu Ping hadn’t told him about this, the three priests would not have known about it.

But were they, the ascetics, wrong? They were merely imitating the temple and following the will of heaven.

After a long time, the third priest slowly spoke.

"Yu Ping, you have been tainted by worldly desires and are no longer suitable for practicing in the Qing Temple."

When people get old, they always become stubborn.

Yu Ping was stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times.

At this point, the ascetics of the Qing Temple were divided into two factions, because Yu Ping, who had the greatest hope of becoming the high priest, chose to enter the secular world.

Near the East City, Deng Ziyue commanded the county soldiers to search for the hiding place of Yan He and others. He was also very scared.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time, otherwise Kyoto would have been gone without knowing when.

Thousands of assassins, including senior military officers.

If the city gates were opened when Liu Hong was attacking the city, the entire Kyoto would probably fall.

"Sir, we have found the rebel's hiding place."

A county soldier commander came to Deng Ziyue and spoke in a low voice.

Deng Ziyue's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he ordered the secret agent of the Supervisory Office to pass this information to Fan Xian.

With this achievement, it is certain that Fan Xian will be in charge of Kyoto.

It is no exaggeration to say that Kyoto was able to turn the tide.

County soldiers continued to gather towards the dilapidated streets, with bows, crossbows and rockets ready to go.

Yan He stroked his beloved knife in his hand, which was given to him by his former boss Er Gouzi.

At that time, Ergou was drunk and told the history of this precious sword.

This was the weapon that Pei Gong carried with him when he traveled from Danzhou to Kyoto.

Holding the long sword, Yan He smiled happily and shouted loudly.

"Brothers, we have been discovered. Are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid!"

Yan He’s response was a deafening shout.

Thousands of soldiers were on full alert, looking at Yan He's figure with solemn expressions.

Yan He looked at the county soldiers who had already ignited the rockets and shouted.

"Success does not have to be mine!"

He suddenly closed his eyes and rushed towards the county soldiers' formation.

This group of people were so crazy that they didn't hesitate to set the entire street on fire.

Yan He had already forced his neighbors to death, and he really couldn't bear to let his fellow Kyoto people suffer for him.

Deng Ziyue shook his head. It was so unwise to abandon street fighting and choose hand-to-hand combat.

I just felt a little admiration in my heart.

These people seem like myself in the past. I was also unwilling to suffer injustice on the border, so I charged into Kyoto.

It’s a pity that over the years, I have lost my backbone and courage.

Although Xiao Fan has his back, Xiao Fan is also a member of the rich and powerful...

Thousands of soldiers also laughed out loud and understood what their commander was thinking.

They left the dark streets and rushed towards the fire of the county soldiers, shouting loudly.

"I will definitely be there when success comes!"

Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine.

Yan He and others finally understood what it meant at this moment.

They could no longer help Pei Gong to establish the ideal dynasty that the people had longed for.

But it is enough to be able to make an upright effort for the people of the world under the banner of Pei Gong.

Deng Ziyue turned his back quietly and waved his hand.

No one knew when the rockets were replaced with ordinary arrows. This was the last effort Deng Ziyue could make.

The sky was filled with rain of arrows, and Yan He and others were immediately shot to the ground, turned into a hedgehog, and died at the moment of charge.

But more soldiers stepped on the corpses of Yan He and others and rushed towards the county soldiers.

Fan Xian looked at this group of fearless soldiers and muttered to himself.

"You're crazy! You're crazy! You're not going to die, why are you working for Liu Hong? Is Liu Hong worth it?"

If the common people rebel, it is understandable, after all, there will always be harsh and tyrannical governments.

The problem is that these are the soldiers defending Kyoto, and they have never been treated harshly in terms of food and wages.

Why should they work for Liu Hong?
The ones who provided them with food and money were the aristocratic families, the imperial court, and Emperor Qing!
This group of people betrayed their parents who provided them with food and clothing and joined the rebels in rebellion.

(End of this chapter)