The solar system is broken

The writer who has been practicing for two weeks is finally planning to make his debut.

After studying the contemporary history of the Shang Dynasty, the writer came to two conclusions: scattered.

Seventeen generations, thirty-four kings, twenty non-successors, brothers fighting against each other and exiling each other.

The Tiao family, the Xu family, the Xiao family, the Suo family, the Changshao family, and the Weishao family all came to the stage in turn.

These six ethnic groups controlled the lifeline of the Shang country and fully seized the royal power in terms of legislation, judiciary, diplomacy, military, and appointment and dismissal.

The reigning Emperor Yi relied on his army to powerfully suppress the six major families, relied on his brutal slaves to suppress the war, and established a great reputation in front of the six major families.

But what is obvious is that Zixian (the name of Emperor Yi) is sitting on the throne filled with explosives.

In order to divert the conflict, Zixian conducted seven large-scale wars against the Qishan Zhou people and won five times.

The Zhou people were suppressed to the west of Dongshan and did not dare to go out of Xiqi.

However, the situation has become a little bad recently. The Zhou people wanted to go eastward and walk to the alluvial fan to prepare for the coming era of chaos. For this reason, they even pretended to be king.

There was just a small problem in the direction of Chaoge, and the businessman held up the no-war card.

Zixian went to Changshao to invite his uncle. Changshao Hou came to Chaoge to take charge of the overall situation. Ziyu, the son of Tiao Gong, who was accompanying him, took away one of Changshao Hou's beautiful concubines.

It’s nothing, just spend money.

However, when Ziyu was having an affair, he was discovered by the Crown Prince Chang Shao. The frightened Zi Yu grabbed Chang Shao and pecked the Crown Prince to death.

The frightened Ziyu abandoned Wang Jia and fled back to Chaoge. The furious Chang Shaohou demanded that Ziyu pay for his life.

Now the Shang King was in a bit of trouble. Tiao Gong was the father-in-law that the Shang Prince envied, and Ziyu was his brother-in-law.

boast!

The writer threw the bamboo scroll in his hand directly on the table and sneered. Your circle is really in chaos.

"Sir, the priest is here." The warrior bowed and retreated.

Zi slightly rolled up the curtain and walked in.

"You've been quite fond of this collection room lately." Zi smiled slightly, grabbing a roll of bamboo slips and gently placing them on the shelf.

Ziwei's trip to Qiucheng was not successful, and he didn't pay much attention to the writer when he came back.

"I heard that a gentleman wants that position." The writer was lying on the bamboo couch.

"Is this why you said you wanted to see me?"

Squinting, squinting.

"Um."

The writer nodded gently.

"Why should I trust you?" Ziwei answered coldly.

"Oh."

"why are you laughing?"

Ziwei wants to be king, it's like cutting his butt with a knife and opening others' eyes.

"Besides me, is there anyone else you can use?"

Ziwei's eyes narrowed, and his expression returned to normal immediately.

"Sir, what's your plan?" His tone softened.

He sat down on the opposite side of the couch respectfully and lowered his hands.

"A gentleman knows he is brave, benevolent, strong (strong), who is the king?"

Junzi is a general term for nobles. As a rule, he can become a prince if he is the son of the previous Shang king.

Ziwei was silent, then slowly said, "It's not that far away."

Emperor Yi's bravery can intimidate the six tribes internally, and suppress the people of Zhou externally. On the battlefield, he can silence and scream, and destroy thousands of people.

What about Ziwei? He is a priest, and his only impressive achievement is killing the previous priest.

Neither of them had much to say about benevolence. They both inherited the tyrant gene for their cruelty.

"A gentleman thinks that he has many relatives by marriage and friends and neighbors, but what happens?"

Ziwei fled to the west and ruined his family to save his family, but his in-laws were not involved at all.

As for diplomatic resources, how can he be Di Yi's opponent? Di Yi's international status achieved through the military is more reliable than any words.

"It's not as good as that."

The writer smiled slightly.

"Gentleman, have you ever thought about, if Emperor Yi dies, who is the most likely person to take over?"

Most likely.

Emperor Yi's two elder brothers had both become kings, and their heirs were also qualified, including Ziwei.

But according to tradition, the most qualified person is his eldest son Zishou.

"Zi Shou."

"Then what?"

"Me." Ziwei's eyes lit up.

The writer gently raised his hand to signal him to calm down. Then he gently pushed the bamboo slip in his hand in front of Ziwei.

"Sir, what you mean is..."

"Does a gentleman have the strength to get rid of the traitor king?"

Ziwei smiled obscenely, "Yes."

The term "treacherous king" is very good, and it suits Zixian very well.

"How sure are you?"

"Ten percent!"

The writer was surprised, no wonder he had the ambition to become a king.

It is naturally impossible to say that Ziwei has no brain at all.

Judging from his decisiveness in destroying families and rescuing people from distress, he definitely has some strength.

"Kill Zi Xian, and then kill Zi Shou," the writer looked at Zi Wei with amusement.

The writer doubts his ability. If he is of a high standard, why would he be doing it at the temple gate if he doesn't directly rebel?

"I have eunuchs in Chaoge Palace and two hundred soldiers."

Ziwei wasn't afraid to tell the writer, since he couldn't run away anyway.

Two hundred soldiers are indeed not a small number.

In the early Spring and Autumn Period, the national power of a small bully, Wei Zhuanggong, was only 500, which was equivalent to 1,000 warriors. (A group of three people)

If these two hundred people are used well, they may have miraculous effects.

But for the king, it was still too little.

"Now that there is a rift between Tiao and Chang Shao, if a gentleman kills Di Yi..."

The writer clicked on the table, and the meaning was self-evident.

Ziwei's face was filled with a lewd smile, "Then I..."

If Emperor Yi died on Changshao's land and Zishou ascended the throne, he would immediately start a war against the Changshao clan.

As the grandfather of the Tiao clan, he was bound to support Zi Shou.

Among the six clans, Chang Shao and Wei Shao are from the same clan. The two families are connected by the same spirit, so they will inevitably raise troops.

It is conceivable that if the three families get into a scuffle, the whole Chaoge will be in chaos.

After the three parties merge, they will find an opportunity to kill Zi Shou.

As the most recent person with the surname Zi, Ziwei naturally had the legal possibility of ascending to the throne and becoming king.

"Where are the six major families?" Ziwei looked at the writer expectantly and asked after being excited.

The writer smiled slightly and said, "When the clan is gone, who will compete with you?"

If you kill all the heirs, you will become the only heir. There is nothing to dispute.

"It's feasible." Ziwei nodded.

Of course it's possible.

"So what do you need?" He glanced sideways at the writer.

"Although I want freedom, you don't seem to give me this condition easily."

"Yes."

There are very few blue-blooded people. With their long lifespan, the wisdom they have accumulated is terrifying, and the technology they master will influence a country.

"You can change the reward."

The reward, the writer thought about it, was really nothing worthwhile.

"Give me Xiaoli~"

"She is yours!" He stood up, rolled up the curtain and walked out of the corridor.

Feeling good.

Looking at the swaying curtain, the writer was slightly lost.

The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, Ziwei wishes you success~

Sometimes helping people is actually hurting them.

"The assassin is coming, the assassin is coming~"

Xiao Li held the earthen pot and ran in excitedly from outside, "Ice!"

The writer taught her the name "Assassin". Xiao Li was very surprised when she heard it for the first time. The writer said seriously that this was the nickname of his hometown. She didn't expect that Xiao Li would use it.

For two consecutive weeks, Xiao Li made a lot of ice. Most of it was wrapped in cotton and put in a thatched car. It was transported to Qiucheng and sold for a lot of money. The money bought Xiao Li a fancy dress.

The little girl changed into a black skirt with wide sleeves, and she looked a bit more graceful.

But don’t think that Xiao Li is some kind of lolita. To the people of Blue Star, it’s not an exaggeration to think that he is their ancestor.

Who would have thought that such a girl is already over 170 years old.

It's incredible that a person with red blood can live for such a long time.

However, Xiao Li insisted that the writer was two to three thousand years older because the writer had seen a god "Prometheus".

"Writer, these are for eating," Xiao Li poured some honey on the ice.

The writer felt his heart palpitate when he saw it, and asked in a low voice, "Go..."

He looked around and saw no one, so he yelled in a low voice, "Don't you want to live anymore??"

This honey is nothing, but this beeswax is not an ordinary thing. It is needed for bronze smelting.

The collection of beeswax is unusually inefficient and can be regarded as a weak resource for bronze smelting.

As everyone knows, bronze is the main material of weapons.

To build a big cauldron at this time, people from all over the world must come to see the cauldron.

The smelting of a large cauldron demonstrates the level of a country's military industry and serves to intimidate the princes.

This beeswax can be regarded as a strategic resource.

Xiao Li made a jar of honey, isn't it...

"It's okay," Xiao Li sucked his finger and said calmly, "The priest promised it, nothing will happen."

It's too rich to be afraid of. It's not worth the guillotine for a mouthful of honey.

"Didn't you say that just eating ice would be too bland? I was just thinking about adding some honey to you..."

The bright yellow crystals are densely scattered on the ice slag. There are many of them and they are very beautiful.

Gently pick up a piece with a spoon and put it into your mouth. It's cold and sweet.

"How about it?"

"It all smells like money..."