"Destroy the country, conquer the country, and annex the four wild areas!"

"How can our country, Qi, sit still and wait for death?"

"Besides, the upper world always needs people!"

"You see, in the past two years, even when the emperor was arrested, he had to invite the ancestors of Jin to come down to earth and urge the Duke of Jin to send troops!"

"Chier, don't think too much!"

The Duke of Qi was full of confidence: "If we, the Qi State, annex other countries and expand its territory to the north of the river, we will become a powerful country that can rebuild order when we advance and protect ourselves when we retreat!"

"At that time, whether it is the Northern Expedition or the southward expedition, we will have enough leverage!"

"You and I, father and son, are just like King Wen and King Wu of Zhou Dynasty in the past. We have enjoyed incense and worship in the ancestral temple for more than ten years, and it is unknown that all the emperors and kings in the sky will worship!"

Gongziguo lowered his head.

He understood that he was just like those poets he knew who were worried about their country and sad about their country, and who saw tragedy in front of them but were powerless to do anything.

"The millet is separated, the seedlings of the rice..." He read in his heart the poem written by the unknown person when Zong Zhou was destroyed in the past: "The walking step is slow, the center is shaking..."

"Those who know me tell me that I am worried...those who don't know me tell me what I want..."

"Youyou Cangtian, who is this?!"

Long sky, who is this!?

When I read it for the first time, I didn’t realize that the poem was interesting, but when I read it again, I became a person in the poem.

Under the catastrophe, being awake is the punishment itself.

And it is the most severe punishment!

Let you watch the tragedy spread, let you watch everything happen.

There is nothing you can do, not yourself.

We can only struggle and watch the country and its destiny slip step by step into an hopeless situation.

Struggle!

Be desperate!

Howl!

Then go die!

At this moment, Gongziguo thought of Bigan.

Reminds me of Boyi Shuqi.

I am even reminded of the unknown poet who was destroyed together with Hao Jing, leaving only this song "Mi Li".

He may be from the same Zongzhou clan as himself.

Or maybe you have struggled and suffered just like yourself.

But in the end, I could only watch everything happen, unable to do anything.

Gongziguo bit his lip tightly.

In my ears, Qi Gong's voice echoed.

"Let's go, my son!"

"Gong Lu's daughters are all waiting for you!"

He smiled and described his plan to himself: "When my father takes advantage of the power of Eastern humanity in the future, I can go straight to the sand and water!"

"Under the general trend of humanity, let alone the Golden Immortal, even the emperor and the great Luo must flee!"

The power of humanity is endless.

Because the human race is the protagonist of the world!

"At that time, my father will entrust the lands of Lu, Ju, and even Cao and Xue to you!"
Chapter completed!