After Zhu Di's high-pitched and passionate voice fell, the people of Beiping Mansion, who were still full of anger, fell into silence.

Everyone was silent.

The guards of Prince Yan's Mansion also looked at the high platform in confusion.

What does Prince Yan mean by this?

Overthrow the emperor?

No, it’s to abolish the monarchy!

This is a path that no one has ever imagined. They originally thought that His Highness the King of Yan wanted to overthrow Emperor Jianwen and then ascend to the throne himself. Who would have thought that His Highness the King of Yan would be so noble as to directly choose to let the Emperor do this?

The profession disappeared from history.

I don't want to be the emperor anymore, and I don't want anyone to be the emperor in the future.

In this regard, the common people are naturally not qualified to express their opinions. They have no idea whether there will be any impact on their lives if there is no emperor and hereditary nobles.

But now King Yan wants them to stand up and fight for himself, his children and grandchildren, and the dignity of the common people from generation to generation!

This is of course a great thing for them.

But if they are allowed to go to the battlefield...

Better say goodbye.

They were willing to worship Zhu Di as a god who fought for the people, but they were unwilling to fight for the people themselves.

When Zhu Di saw this scene, his heart dropped.

I still overestimate the consciousness of the people.

In fact, these ordinary people are the same as the aristocratic families. If someone is willing to seek benefits for them, they will naturally be happy. But if they are asked to pay something, they are absolutely unwilling to agree.

Zhu Di looked back at Zhu Gaojie, seeming a little confused as to why this was the case.

Zhu Gaojie's expression remained unchanged and he made a gesture: Don't worry, dad, just keep reading according to the manuscript.

At this point, Zhu Di has no way out and can only go on one way.

While everyone was chatting quietly, Zhu Di shouted loudly: "Are you really listening? Does anyone really care about dignity?"

This sudden loud shout startled everyone, and they turned their attention to Zhu Di again.

Zhu Di said seriously: "This is the biggest problem at the moment, isn't it?"

"No one cares. No one even thinks about whether standing up is more comfortable than kneeling. Being immersed in being treated like cattle and sheep by noble gentlemen day after day, the soul has long been numb."

"Dignity is the sharpest sword."

"The sword is used to deal with enemies, not to deceive. Your enemies have power in their hands. The enemies I am talking about are not Oaras or Tatars."

"The enemy is just south of Shanhaiguan. What kind of enemy is it that should be responsible for your current decadent situation?"

At this moment, someone in the audience shouted: "It's the landlord!"

"It's the dignitaries!"

"It's the emperor!"

Zhu Di's voice was full of enthusiasm, as if he had the power to defeat everything: "Yes, it's them!"

"The dignitaries claim to be enlightened people, but they are neither welcomed nor needed by us now or in the future, but they are everywhere now! They are just a group of blood-sucking insects, crawling on our backs and knocking our bones

They squeeze the marrow, plunder the food we have worked so hard for, and force us to work day and night, while they enjoy the fruits of our labor as a matter of course!"

"They invaded our court, plundered our wealth, and destroyed our homes and hometowns! My compatriots, I tell you, this is a war!"

"This is a war against aggression. Drive away these invaders who bully us. We don't need them at all!"

Zhu Di covered his chest and said sadly: "Compatriots, think about it. Each farmer working in the fields has to work hard for seven to eight hours every day, and some even work as long as nine hours.

Hours! However, even though they worked so hard, they gained very little. They could only barely get enough food to sustain themselves. Let a strong and healthy twenty-year-old boy be squeezed under such circumstances.

Can make him have a head full of white hair by the time he is twenty-five!"

"Think about it, why is this, why do we still get worse results than pigs and dogs despite our hard work?"

"This is because the rich and powerful, this group of blood-sucking worms, have robbed the food and wealth that should belong to us!"

"We're going to drive them away!"

"We want to build a new Ming Dynasty, a Ming Dynasty without dignitaries and emperors, a Ming Dynasty where the people are supreme!"

"We must implement a four-hour work system, we must smell the flowers, we must bask in the sun, we must strive for four hours to work, four hours to sleep, and the remaining four hours to ourselves!"

Zhu Di took a deep breath and shouted with all his strength:

“Long live democracy!

"

The lingering sound lingered for a long time. Zhu Di looked down at the people under the high platform, but still no one answered him.

as if,

Everything is just him talking to himself.

Zhu Di felt unprecedented disappointment in his heart. Everything he was doing now was for the people, but none of the people were willing to do anything for him.

The world is unified...

Haha, it seems like it's just a joke.

So lonely, Zhu Di felt desolate in his heart.

Just when he was despairing, a loud voice suddenly came from under the silent platform: "Long live democracy!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the voices of the people echoed like thunder: "Long live democracy!"

“Long live democracy!

"

“Long live democracy!

"

A tidal wave of voices followed, and everyone was shouting long live democracy. They clenched their fists, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and they looked at Zhu Di with eyes filled with admiration.

Zhu Di's hands could not help but tremble at this moment, and he clenched his fists.

"democracy,"

"Long live!"

…

The spread of the ideal of Datong was like a spark igniting a prairie fire. It began to spread in Beiping City. In just one month, it spread throughout Beiping Prefecture.

Although a considerable number of people are dismissive of this, thinking that Zhu Di is just playing tricks and will continue to proclaim himself emperor when he conquers the world. But some people choose to be dubious. After all, there has never been a time when anyone rebelled.

, willing to shout such slogans.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! I don’t know who recorded Zhu Di’s speech in the western suburbs of Peiping City, printed it into a volume, and published it in a book.

After Emperor Jianwen in Nanjing read the record of Zhu Di's speech, his first reaction was not anger, but he said to himself in confusion: "This can't be written by my fourth uncle himself. My fourth uncle only knows a few of them."

Big characters, who did you hire to write this?"

But no matter what, the world is already in chaos.

Emperor Jianwen didn't even need to send troops himself. Zhu Di became a traitor to the powerful class. Ning Wang Zhu Quan and Liao Wang Zhu Zhi took the initiative to ask for help, willing to kill Yan Ni!

…

There were only three people sitting in the back hall of the guild hall in Beiping City.

Zhu Di, Yao Guangxiao, Zhu Gaojie.

There is the Yan King Zhu Di in his prime, the sick tiger Yao Guangxiao who is full of energy and determined to slay the dragon, and the young and immature King Zhu Gaojie of Huai'an County.

Zhu Di asked: "Xiaosi, what should we do next?"

Yao Guangxiao glanced at Zhu Laosi in confusion, as if to say: I am the fucking military advisor. If you don't ask me, why don't you ask this little kid?

Zhu Gaojie said methodically: "We seem to be doing great things in Beiping Mansion, but in fact, so far, we are still in disarray. We need an army that is uniform from top to bottom. After all, we have to consider not only the people's support, but also the people's support."

Have fighting ability."

Yao Guangxiao asked with great interest: "I wonder what the little prince has to say?"

"A flag, a flag that can gain credibility."

Zhu Gaojie was already prepared, took out a flag, unfolded it and spread it on the table.

It has black characters on a white background and a square "Ming" character written on it.

"We are not rebels, on the contrary, we are loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty. We want to bring an innovative change to the Ming Dynasty and overthrow the backward and fatuous monarchy!"

Zhu Gaojie repeated, "The flags usually flown by the Ming army are the numbers of the generals of the respective armies. The advantage of this is that it can better distinguish the subordinates and coordinate the command. But the disadvantage is that it is easy to make it difficult for different armies to coordinate."

"Our flag only carries the word 'ming'. Firstly, it clears our suspicions of rebellion and rebellion and wins the support of the people of Ming Dynasty. Secondly, it rectifies the army. No matter which guard station the soldiers are, as long as they stand on this flag
To be continued...