"Announcement, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande are here to see you!" A eunuch who served as a close servant walked out of the court gate and shouted loudly.

"Xuan, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande are here to see you!"

"Xuan, Liu Bei and Liu Xuande are here to see you!"

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From the higher ranks, the majestic halberd-wielding Yu Lin continued to pass orders one after another, and the scene was solemn and solemn.

Under the steps, Liu Bei, who had been standing in silence for a long time, raised his eyes and glanced at the unreachable high steps. He took a deep breath, hugged the kit in his arms tightly, and stepped forward without hesitation.

After walking through the hundreds of high-level steps one by one, he finally arrived outside the imperial gate. He took off his shoes and took off the sword from his waist. Liu Bei glanced inside the gate and saw at a glance that in the imperial hall, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty was sitting on a dragon chair.

The kings and ministers were seated on the left and right, from the emperor to the ministers. Their eyes looked at him for an instant, and Liu Bei was caught in the gaze of everyone. Liu Bei's breath was stagnant.

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"My lord, Liu Xuande, pay homage to Your Majesty!" Liu Bei knelt down and touched the ground with his head.

"Haha!" A weak laughter sounded from inside the court hall, "Liu Aiqing, why don't you go inside and worship me again? Why don't you see me outside?"

Following this, the ministers also laughed in agreement.

Liu Bei raised his head cautiously. When he raised his head, Liu Bei saw that the threshold was right in front of him.

It turns out that I forgot to go in.

Liu Bei couldn't help being embarrassed. He blushed and quickly stood up and stepped into the court. Before he could take a closer look at the Ling Emperor, he quickly bowed down again and said, "Your Majesty, Liu Bei Xuande, pay homage to your Majesty!"

On the dragon chair, Emperor Ling looked down at Liu Xuande who was kneeling on the ground with some curiosity.

This Liu Xuande, this Liu Xuande...ah, I can't see his face.

"Liu Aiqing, get up and speak." Emperor Ling said.

When Liu Bei heard the holy words, he subconsciously stood up. He immediately realized what he was doing and quickly returned to his kneeling position.

Liu Bei's panicked look made Emperor Ling curl his lips, as if he wanted to laugh.

Emperor Ling looked at Liu Bei and saw that Liu Bei had an upright face, big ears and shoulders, and a slightly unusual appearance.

This was the Yellow Turban capture of Zhang Jiao and Liu Xuande. Emperor Ling was even a little disappointed at this time.

It was a great achievement for a white-haired man to lead the local soldiers and capture the thieves on his own. But this Liu Bei wore a linen scarf to tie his hair, and coarse clothes to cover his body. In addition, his bun was crooked, his hair was messy, and his appearance was unkempt.

His complexion was as dark as that of an old farmer. Liu Bei and Liu Xuande looked very poor and shabby, almost like a peddler and a pawn, without the heroic spirit to wipe out thousands of troops.

Emperor Ling had absolutely guessed it right. Liu Bei and Liu Xuande were really just pawns of traffickers. Liu Bei was a straw sandal seller. A mere straw sandal seller came from a rough man. How could he be as noble as a man from a princely family?

temperament.

After looking at him for a long time, Emperor Ling asked, "Did you really capture Liu Aiqing and Zhang Jiao?"

"Exactly." Liu Bei replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Even though he heard Liu Bei admit it face to face, Emperor Ling still didn't believe it. In the hall, the courtiers also started whispering.

Emperor Ling looked at Liu Bei and couldn't help but ask, "I have a big doubt, and I hope your love will answer it."

Liu Bei put the brocade bag in his arms on the ground. He bowed his hands to Emperor Ling and said, "Your Majesty just asks, and I will answer all of them."

Emperor Ling might have been tired from sitting, so he leaned back, leaned on the dragon chair, and asked lazily, "I'm suspicious. Huangfu Song led an army of thirty thousand and couldn't capture Zhang Jiao. How about you?"

How did Ji Xiangyong accomplish such a great feat?

When Huangfu Song moved his army back to the court last year, Huangfu Song came to visit you in the court hall and said that your Zhuozhou rebels had no regard for the court and repeatedly confronted the officials and soldiers. I was very surprised!" A sharp look flashed in Emperor Ling's eyes.

In the light of the light, he leaned forward a little and pressed his hand on the dragon head on the dragon chair. He stared at Liu Bei who lowered his eyes with sharp eyes, "I want to know how many soldiers and horses Aiqing has, and how many troops he can lead tens of thousands."

Huangfu Zhonglang suffered a lot of grievances. This is so true and strange!"

Liu Bei slowly raised his head and looked at the Spiritual Emperor on the dragon throne, "I have one hundred thousand troops." Liu Bei said quietly in a calm tone.

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere became silent.

A flash of vigilance flashed in Emperor Ling's eyes, and then he looked surprised, "Oh? Haha!" Emperor Ling found it funny, raised his hand and patted the dragon chair, and laughed, "Isn't it a boast? If there is truth in what he said.

Bullying, I will punish you for the crime of bullying the emperor."

"I definitely don't dare to lie!" Liu Bei bowed his hands and bowed. His expression remained unchanged and he looked at the Ling Emperor without hesitation, "I really have a hundred thousand troops under my command.

Huangfu Zhonglang can testify to this matter, and so can the Yellow Turban.

If a humble minister does not have a hundred thousand soldiers and horses under his command, how can he achieve what is impossible for thirty thousand officers and soldiers?

If the humble minister does not have a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, so what, can he force Huangfu Zhonglang to suffer a lot of grievances?"

Emperor Ling's expression suddenly became subtle. It makes sense. Huang Jin Zhang Jiao is the imperial enemy. Huangfu Song leads an army of tens of thousands, which is not easy to deal with. He can even bully officials and thieves. If Liu Bei didn't have tens of thousands of troops,

It really doesn't work.

It was interesting. Emperor Ling couldn't help but sit up straight and looked at Liu Bei with great interest. Emperor Ling asked, "Zhuozhou is so rich. How can a mere county raise a hundred thousand soldiers?"

Liu Bei calmly replied, "Zhuozhou is in a state of decline and it is hard to call it rich. When the humble ministers led the troops out of Zhuozhou, there were no more than a thousand soldiers and horses."

"Oh?" Emperor Ling's eyes opened slightly and he was puzzled, "If there are only more than a thousand soldiers and horses, how can there be an army of 100,000?"

Liu Bei replied, "Without him, with a thousand people, we can defeat two thousand Yellow Turbans, and then take their captives for our own use, and devour them into two or three thousand people."

Then, two or three thousand were used to break the five thousand into seven thousand.

Then he defeated ten thousand thieves with seven thousand, and the number became more than ten thousand.

In this way, thousands became tens of thousands, tens of thousands became tens of thousands, tens of thousands became hundreds of thousands, I started from Zhuozhou, fought all the way for more than a thousand miles, and fought more than thirty battles with the Yellow Turbans, large and small, and finally gathered this hundred thousand troops."

After Liu Bei finished speaking, the court fell silent again.

Liu Bei said it very clearly, and the logic was very harmonious and reasonable. According to Liu Bei's words and Liu Bei's approach, it is indeed possible to devour one hundred thousand troops.

However, the problem is huge. The Yellow Turbans surrendered, and one hundred thousand Yellow Turbans surrendered. The Yellow Turbans surrendered were so many that Huangfu Song's 30,000 officers and soldiers were defeated.

Emperor Ling's expression was bad. He stared at Liu Bei coldly, "Oh, Ai Qing is so clever. He was able to take over a hundred thousand Yellow Turban thieves for his own use. Huangfu Song admonished Ai Qing for taking advantage of the thieves. It seems that this is not groundless.

ah."

What a heinous crime it is to rob a thief of his own dignity.

"Alas," Liu Bei sighed, "Your Majesty, Liu Bei looked at the Ling Emperor with a complicated expression, "If I want to say that the Yellow Turbans are not thieves, but common people, what do you think?"

After saying this, the whole court was in an uproar.

When Emperor Ling heard that Liu Bei was opening up for the thieves, Emperor Ling's expression changed instantly.

"How dare you!" Beside the Ling Emperor, a standing eunuch pointed angrily at Liu Bei and yelled, "You are a country maniac, you are opening your eyes for thieves, what are your intentions?"

Didn't Liu Bei see that Emperor Ling's face was livid, and he didn't know that he had offended Long Wei.

Liu Bei couldn't help but close his eyes. He bowed his head and knelt down before the Ling Emperor, "If your Majesty feels that Bei is an arrogant and disloyal person and wants to behead someone, I will have no complaints. However, I would like to ask your Majesty to listen to what I have to say from my heart."

"Speak!" Emperor Ling was serving Liu Bei below, he said coldly with a cold face.

Liu Bei straightened his body and knelt down, looked at the Emperor Ling and said, "I dare to ask Your Majesty, what is a thief? If he is a stubborn and rebellious person, he is a thief. Such a stubborn thief can only serve him with a bowl of gruel. Your Majesty thinks

, Can a thief follow me? Can a thief serve me? Can a thief be used by me?"

"Hmph!" Emperor Ling snorted coldly, "The thieves are so bold that mountains, rivers, and crops cannot satisfy their appetite. How can a mere bowl of gruel be enough?"

"That's right!" Liu Bei nodded, "He is so evil that a bowl of gruel is not enough to satisfy his appetite."

"Be prepared to ask again if you dare. The thief is a stubborn and daring person, so what about the people?

If I give a bowl of gruel to a hungry people who are about to starve to death and ask them to serve me, do you think the people will obey me? Can the people serve me? Can the people be used by me?"

Emperor Ling didn't answer for a moment and frowned slightly.

Such a simple question, asking about the blind spot of Emperor Ling's knowledge. If Emperor Ling knew the sufferings of the people, he would not have allowed the Han Dynasty to be in turmoil like it is now.

A simple question, whether a bowl of gruel can save the life of a common people who are about to starve to death, Ling Emperor can't answer, can, or can't, Ling Emperor's mind goes blank...

Liu Bei waited for a long time, but did not get the answer from Emperor Ling.

Liu Bei sighed, heartbroken, "Your Majesty is in Luoyang. Luoyang is prosperous and prosperous, and there is no famine every year.

But Your Majesty knows that outside Luoyang, the land of Jiuzhou has been experiencing famine for many years, and the people are not able to live long!

The hungry and cold people who had no food to rely on could sell their sons and daughters for one dou of food, and sell themselves into slavery for two dou of food.

This is still the time when there is food.

If you are about to starve to death, hundreds of hungry people will rush to grab a bowl of gruel.

If you want people to fight for their lives, a bowl of gruel is enough to buy their lives."

Speaking of the desolate place, and then thinking about the dangers of the Han Dynasty and the various ills that have accumulated for a long time, Liu Bei felt sad from his heart, "Your Majesty!" Liu Bei used his knees as his feet and knelt down a few steps forward. He spoke sincerely, "The yellow scarf will come from

Where did it come from? The Yellow Turbans are all common people who have no way to survive. The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have no choice but to rebel!

If the people rebel and become thieves, then the officials who force the people to rebel are not the great thieves who give birth to thieves?!"

"Your Majesty asked, if someone recruits and surrenders one hundred thousand Yellow Turbans, is he threatening the thieves' self-respect? No! I have no intention of threatening the thieves' self-respect.

Where are the thieves?! The Yellow Turbans are not thieves, the Yellow Turbans are just poor people!

If the Yellow Turbans are thieves, the thieves are stubborn and greedy. No matter what, the humble ministers will only offer gruel. With this small favor, it is difficult to recruit the Yellow Turban captives for their own use.
To be continued...