Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Chen Shao stopped Wu Song from about to kill someone.

He frowned and asked:

"So who exactly did this?"

"Chen Shao, Chen Shao, I heard that you repelled the Northern Barbarians, and I thought you were very capable."

"Who else could be capable of such a grand undertaking, and who else could have me, Song Lian, cooperate with so readily?"

"It's His Highness Prince Zhao, can you afford to offend him?"

"There are three thousand soldiers waiting outside the city to take your life."

"So, it was the three thousand people who were robbed in Huaiyuan?"

"Nonsense! Of course, looting Huaiyuan was just a side effect; the real target is you."

Song Lian became more and more smug as he spoke, pointing at Chen Shao and shouting at the group of soldiers.

"What are you all standing there for? Capture him alive!"

Hundreds of soldiers charged forward together.

But even faster than them was Chen Shao.

He descended the mountain like a tiger, his Green Dragon Crescent Blade flashing with cold light.

With a single stroke, he cleaved the unfortunate man at the forefront vertically in two.

Shen Qingci: "!!!"

Chen Shao truly lives up to his reputation as someone who defeated the First Prince, Yuwen Chendu, and Helian Xiong. His martial prowess is so great that even Bai Bingbing would have to admit defeat.

Wu Song: "!!!"

He never imagined that a young emperor who seemed so out of place among them would be several times more ruthless than them when he took action.

"Kill!" Wu Song roared, and more than a dozen heroes of the Dragon Subduing Gang rushed out instantly.

Song Lian: "???"

Is this the emperor?

On that day atop the city wall, Chen Shao had already seen many dead bodies and twice truly overcame this discomfort.

With the Azure Dragon Blade in hand, he fought with incredible speed and skill, splattering blood everywhere.

Those hundreds of soldiers were merely guards whom Song Lian had paid out of his own pocket.

They're good at bullying ordinary people on a regular basis.

When they encountered truly ruthless bandits who dared to kill, they fell to the ground in an instant, howling like ghosts.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, they were already lying haphazardly all over the ground.

Those who were still breathing knelt there, trembling.

Seeing that things were not going well, Song Lian knelt down again, only to hear Chen Shao's cold voice.

"Take him out and execute him!"

......

Outside the prefectural government office, the surviving citizens had already gathered.

Most of them crawled out of the ruins or emerged from the cellars.

At that moment, only two words were on his face: hatred!

Chen Shao stood in the center, pointed at Song Lian who was trembling at his feet, and said loudly:

"Song Lian, the prefect of Huaiyuan, colluded with foreign bandits to plunder the people, causing innocent people to lose their homes and lives. Today, I will carry out your execution."

The people just stared at him blankly.

This world has truly numbed us...

Yesterday they were reunited as a family, today they are separated by life and death.

It was done by people they were supporting with food...

The people's hearts have been lost, and Chen Shao cannot win them back with just a few words.

Chen Shao also knew this, and he recalled the [slingshot entry] in his mind.

The entry for "peeling the skin and absorbing the essence" was placed on an invisible bowstring, aimed at Song Lian.

Strange things happened.

No one made a move, but Song Lian, who was standing under Chen Shao's feet, swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Something is wriggling and churning under the skin.

Then, the well-maintained skin began to crack open inch by inch on its own.

【Peeling the skin and stuffing the grass】was prepared by the great Zhu Chongba specifically for officials.

Nature is incredibly cruel.

The scene is beyond description.

Chen Shao no longer cared that what he shot was a one-time use item.

I just want to vent the anger I feel right now.

"Divine punishment! It's divine punishment!"

None of the common people had ever seen such a strange thing.

Before anyone could lift a finger, the prefect was skinned alive and stuffed with straw.

magical!

There were still some very knowledgeable people in the crowd.

"It's not divine punishment! It's His Majesty! Have you all forgotten the Six Ding and Six Jia?"

"It's the heavenly soldiers! His Majesty is summoning the heavenly soldiers again!"

The common people's fear of imperial power often stemmed from physical factors.

You might accidentally get your head chopped off.

But the reverence for divine authority comes from the bottom of one's heart.

Chen Shao's move was so shocking that it was impossible to explain.

Then we can only describe it as supernatural or bizarre.

Someone couldn't help but blurt out:

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"No, Your Majesty is the Great Sage True Lord!"

"Long live the Great Sage True Lord!"

Xu Baoyi's henchmen had already carried out the large pot from the prefect's kitchen.

The pot was filled with steaming hot meat porridge.

This is Chen Shao's poem "Why Not Eat Meat Porridge?", which refers to an unlimited supply of meat porridge.

The rice grains tumbled in the thick broth, the aroma mingling with the stench of blood, filling the air above the long street.

The starving victims, who had been hungry all night, held their bowls and wolfed down their food while watching Song Lian's miserable state.

What's even more puzzling is...

This emperor actually said that there would be plenty of meat porridge.

And the meat porridge in that big pot seemed to be inexhaustible.

This further solidified Chen Shao's reputation as the Great Sage True Lord.

At least in the eyes of Huaiyuan Prefecture.

Chen Shaobing did not enjoy the cheers.

Instead, he gathered all the members of the Dragon Subduing Gang to his side.

"Gentlemen, enough with the small talk."

"There are still three thousand soldiers outside the city. They must pay for their crimes in blood."

......

As night fell, in a dense forest ten miles west of Huaiyuan Prefecture.

The three thousand soldiers waited from dusk till dawn, and then until the sun began to set.

Not a single person could be seen on the official road.

Not to mention the emperor's carriage.

Even the resourceful Wu Wenyong couldn't help but scratch his head.

"According to the normal tutorial, it should have arrived long ago."

"This is the only way; he can't possibly grow wings and fly away, can he?"

"Could it be that the kid chickened out at the last minute and didn't come?"

Ma Yaozu, standing next to him, also looked completely bewildered.

"Sir, is it possible that he has already entered the city?"

"How could it be so fast!" Wu Wenyong shook his head decisively.

"Sir, since we're just sitting here in this desolate place waiting around, why don't we just go to the city and wait?"

"At least in the city there's wine, meat, and a place to roost; it's better than feeding mosquitoes in this godforsaken place, right? We're waiting anyway, so what's the difference where we wait?"

Wu Wenyong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead.

Right, why would you ambush someone here?

It's like waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump in the city.

He quickly found the reason.

I was too kind!

I don't want to see these soldiers commit further atrocities...

At the same time, they were worried that the people might suddenly become hot-blooded and fight them to the death.

He smiled and nodded, realizing that even the wisest person's thousand thoughts were no match for a fool's quick wit.

Despite his cerebellar atrophy, Ma Yaozu can still offer some advice in crucial moments.

"General Ma is right!"

"I overcomplicated things. Issue the order: the entire army breaks camp and heads straight for Huaiyuan Prefecture!"

Upon hearing that they were going to the city, Ma Yaozu immediately perked up, rubbing his hands together and chuckling.

He shouted at the top of his lungs to the soldiers behind him:

"Get the hell up, all of you! Let's rob them one more time!"

Wu Wenyong glanced at him, suppressing the disdain in his heart, and said indifferently:

"General, you must not be careless. Chen Shao is no ordinary man."

"Understood, sir, please rest assured."

The three thousand soldiers responded with a thunderous roar.

In a short while, they had finished their reorganization and, led by Ma Yaozu, surged toward Huaiyuan Prefecture.

...

When they arrived, the city walls of Huaiyuan Prefecture were deserted.

Wu Wenyong inwardly looked down on Song Lian once more.

At this time, he was still hiding inside the government office.

Shouldn't they step up to appease the people, save face, and refrain from making any comments?

That's just how intellectuals are; they can't stand anyone.

I despise everyone I meet.

Wu Wenyong, as the chief advisor to the King of Zhao, appeared amiable on the surface, but was extremely arrogant in his heart.

Three thousand men filed into the city.

The embers on the ruins along the street were still emitting wisps of smoke.

Ma Yaozu and Wu Wenyong rode side by side.

Not long after they started walking, the street ahead was suddenly blocked by a pile of rubble lying haphazardly.

Ma Yaozu reined in his horse, tilted his head to look for a moment, and then burst into laughter:

"These unruly commoners are really something else. Do they think they can stop the army like this?"

Wu Wenyong, standing beside him, suddenly felt his pupils shrink, and a layer of cold sweat instantly seeped out from his back.

Dangerous!

A powerful sense of crisis made him feel like he had a thorn in his side.

It felt as if I was being watched by countless eyes in the dark.

"There's an ambush!"

"There's an ambush? So what?" Ma Yaozu didn't care at all.

Wu Wenyong didn't try to persuade him further. He silently took a half-step back, then slowly dismounted and blended into the army.

Ma Yaozu was still enjoying himself.

He burst into laughter.

"Sir, sir, so what if there's a small ambush in this dilapidated place?"

He provoked the darkness on both sides of the street.

"I am a top-tier expert under my uncle's command. Who dares to kill me? Who can kill me?"

...

P.S.: The sky has fallen!

Everything was normal until today when the bookstore only gave 800 people a place to stay.

You might not have a concept of this, but 800 Bookstore only pays around 8 yuan in royalties.

Aa ...

Utterly speechless.

The platform is currently running some kind of "god-making" plan, concentrating all its resources to aggressively promote a few books, and they've all suffered undeservedly.

This book has also made it into the top five new books, and it's been a great read, with very impressive statistics.

But this bookstore, I just can't figure it out.

It was practically a death sentence.

Why! ! !

I wasn't in the mood to write at first, but seeing the urging for updates made me eager to start again.

(I'm doing this part-time, and it took me six hours to write these 6,000 words. It was so grueling. I'm the worst kind of person.)

(Many thanks to Wu Lu, who loves parsley, for the inspiration capsule, and user 48639938 for the update reminder.)