Wang Niang slowly walked up the mountain.

Feng Xiaoliu looked up and saw two people coming out of the luxurious horse from afar, covering their bodies with white clothes and faces tightly.

Another person got off the horse and looked at him and others condescendingly.

"I am Wang Xiao, burning the body is my idea. As for why? I have explained the reason. Do you don't believe it or have another purpose? You know it."

The night wind blew the shouts of Wang Xiao into the valley, and an echo spread from afar.

"I know clearly..."

Feng Xiaoliu was immediately angry.

He would not believe the nonsense that "corpses can also spread plagues" and would not be willing to believe it at all.

"You're talking nonsense! Otherwise, why did my mother die and I'm fine?"

There were people shouting around him, covering his voice and pushing the momentum even wider.

"It is clearly this traitor who prevents our relatives from being buried in peace for his own achievements!"

"The king smiled shamelessly and asked His Highness the King of Qi to come out to explain."

"Wang Xiao turned into abusing the people, and the evil Taotian, let the King of Qi promise us not to use this thief..."

Above the mountain, Zhou Yan was shocked by the situation and asked, "I'll go explain to them?"

Wang Xiao waved his hand and said, "There is nothing to say about these people's idioms that can be used so well."

Zhou Yan understood that someone was fanning the flames.

Wang Xiao raised his head and looked at the moon, lowered his body and said to himself: "The scenery here is beautiful, and you can still hear the Zen sound of Dajue Temple tomorrow and night. What's wrong with it? If I die, I will turn into powder and return to nature, and I will be quite content."

Zhou Yan was stunned and didn't understand why he was thinking so scattered.

But as Wang Xiao's eyes became more and more firm, Zhou Yan realized that he was telling him that he had done nothing wrong.

So, does Wang Xiao also doubt himself...

The louder the shouts on the mountain, wave after wave.

Wang Xiao was too lazy to shout anymore, so he greeted a loud guard and said a few words.

The guard cleared his throat and started shouting.

Wang Yan was watching the scenery there, and was so shocked by his throat that he sat on the ground.

"Since you want to bury your relatives, go up and collect them."

Feng Xiaoliu heard this and wanted to rush up, but several people grabbed him.

"You're dead, the sack is full of plague and death..."

Feng Xiaoliu was stunned, but the force under his feet slowly dissipated, and he murmured: "They lied to me."

"Yes, the government lied to us! They wouldn't let us go after we got the body."

"Don't lie to us anymore!"

...

Zhou Yan was really helpless and sighed: "Why don't they listen to it?"

"Normal." Wang Xiao said, "If you can make all things in the world by relying on your mouth, what else do you need to do if you have to do with your sword or gun?"

Before Zhou Yan could react, Wang Xiao had already handed him a torch.

"Your Highness, take it." Wang Xiao pointed to the mountain of corpse in the valley and said, "The only thing left in the epidemic prevention in the capital is this... After throwing this torch, I will ask for credit for Your Highness."

Zhou Yan slowly reached out to take the torch, took two steps, and suddenly looked at the mountain of corpse.

"Your Highness King Qi! The dead are the greatest, your highness must not."

"Your Highness, stop!"

"Please don't burn my parents..."

The crying under the cliff became more and more terrifying.

Wang Xiao whispered: "This move is not for them to show, but for the people of the world. Today, Your Highness withstood the pressure and burned the body himself, so that the people of the world can know that this is right."

Zhou Yan nodded, his lips a little white.

At this moment, the fourteen-year-old boy's always straight back collapsed a little.

He could feel countless pairs of eyes looking at him under the cliff.

Countless pairs of eyes in the world are also looking at me.

"Your Highness, why are you born? Please open your eyes and see your people."

"If the bones and blood of the people's parents are burned, where will their souls be returned? Where will the hearts of the people in the world be returned?"

"We are all your people, Your Highness..."

"Please return my mother to me..."

Amid the howling, someone suddenly started singing loudly, which sounded extremely sad.

"I'm back, and I'm leaving you with my constant trunk, what are the four directions? I'll give up my joy and leave you with more ominous..."

"Soul is back..."

Zhou Yan's body trembled.

This is Qu Yuan's fu.

Qu Ping's poems and poems hang on the sun and the moon, and the King of Chu's pavilions are empty on the hills.

This is his justice since he was a child.

When he was young, he was clearly determined not to be a foolish monarch like King Huai of Chu.

At this moment, someone sang Qu Zi's poem, begging him to mercy on the people...

How to throw the torch in your hand again?

"The emperor has nothing to test this great virtue, and he will be sad and sad forever. The emperor told Wu Yang that someone is here, and I want to assist him. My soul is separated, so you can divine him..."

As he sang, Zhou Yan closed his eyes and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Why? Why are you forced to this point?

He suddenly just wanted to escape and not be a prince or emperor, but just wanted to be a normal person.

Wang Xiao advised again: "Your Highness, you are the prince, and you can only shoulder the burden of the world."

Suddenly, someone at the bottom of the cliff shouted sadly: "My name is Zhao Gou'er. I can't escape from Zhenggou Village. I am the only one left in the family. I am willing to kill me here, just ask Your Highness not to burn my parents, wives and children..."

Then, there was a burst of exclamation under the cliff.

"Your Highness, please see your people..."

Zhou Yan looked at him and saw that the man was really killed. Someone was lying on the ground and beating the ground, all of whom looked in pain...

Zhou Yan couldn't help but retreat two steps.

"They... they are really people."

Wang Xiao said, "Of course there are really people."

The next moment, someone raised his arms and shouted, "It's dead! Let's rush forward!"

"Yes, rush up..."

Wang Xiao sighed unconsciously, turned around and waved his hand.

The loud soldier shouted, "Since you don't get the body, don't make trouble here! I counted to ten, and I didn't want to die and stood aside for isolation. After that, the doctor will treat you sick. One..."

"two……"

Zhou Yan turned pale and said in surprise: "You want to kill them?! Most of them are people..."

Wang Xiao said: "Today, Your Highness gave in, and everyone else will know that this trick of tying the people is useful. If you don't suppress it as soon as possible, only more people will die in the future."

Zhou Yan opened his mouth in disbelief, his heart as if falling into a cold kiln.

"Use heavy punishments in troubled times." Wang Xiao walked forward and said, "Please put aside good and evil, right and wrong, just serve as an imperial envoy to prevent the epidemic, and teach the people of the world how to do it."

As he said that, he held the torch in Zhou Yan's hand.

"Gods learn together. If there is retribution for this evil deed, I am willing to bear it alone."

"eight……"

There was a sound of horse hooves, and a series of torches were seen turning out of the valley in the distance.

"Nine……"

Zhou Yan suddenly let go of his hand and shouted to the bottom of the cliff: "Stop!"

"ten."

Wang Xiao lowered his eyes and threw down the torch in his hand.
To be continued...