The third day of the first month of the first year of Emperor Cang's calendar.

Divine Capital, Imperial Palace.

【Master: Mu Cang】

【Physique: Star】

【Soul: Star】

After one day, Mu Cang's attributes naturally doubled, and their values ​​exceeded one-third of the mass of the sun, heading towards an increasingly terrifying situation.

Looking away from the attribute panel, Mu Cang, who was sitting on the dragon chair, narrowed his eyes with divine light at all times, ignoring the walls and corridors, and looked outside the imperial palace in the distance.

"There are so many insects seeking death in this world."

He held his chin and smiled, "I can't kill them all in one wave after another. It's so fun."

"Jump out, jump out, let me step on you."

In the distance, there is a square called Guangyangdian Square. It existed before the founding of the Bactrian Dynasty, more than a thousand years ago.

Although the main hall has long disappeared in the vast clouds of history, as the largest square in the world before the industrial revolution, Guangyang Palace Square has been properly preserved through the dynasties.

It has been repaired from generation to generation and has always been one of the symbols of Daxia culture.

At the same time, it is also a must-use place for various festival celebrations in the empire.

Today, Guangyangdian Square, which is usually sparsely populated with only a few tourists, is now crowded with tens of thousands of people.

All these people were kneeling in the square, densely packed like mountains and seas.

Everyone's face was red and excited, holding various slogans, signs and banners, and kept shouting something.

Some of the slogans read "Execute traitorous ministers to clear the emperor's side", "His Majesty has been deceived", "The enemy is in the court", "There are traitorous ministers in the imperial palace", "Your Majesty please take back the sacred mandate"... etc.

And those long banners read something like [It is the duty of hundreds of thousands of people to protect the traditional culture of the aristocracy]...

Or [The whole world is not the royal land, and the shores of the land are not the royal ministers. Your Majesty must not let the thousands of loyal people who have guarded the land and the shore for three hundred years feel cold]...

Or [the public needs leaders, three thousand cities and three thousand ministers]...etc.

These people are all dressed in cheap white clothes of coarse cloth, with a line of vigorous and powerful regular script written in thick ink on the clothes.

On the chest is written [Born from Daxia].

On the back is written "Death is a Daxia ghost".

These people even had a headband tied to their foreheads with the words "I love Daxia" written on it.

At the same time, the aloof and arrogant temperament in their movements is very eye-catching.

This kind of temperament can only be developed if three or more generations have to live without worries about food and clothing.

That is the so-called aristocratic temperament.

Zhuo Shicheng, who was kneeling in the crowd and roaring filial piety, was one of them.

After the entire Zhuo family was kicked out of the compound yesterday, the patriarch Zhuo Su fell seriously ill and died within a few hours.

Tragically, Zhuo Shicheng, who was penniless, had no money to buy a decent coffin for his father, let alone a funeral and a cemetery.

Just when Zhuo Shicheng and more than a hundred tribesmen were panicking about the uncertain future, a group of people mysteriously found Zhuo Shicheng and asked him to participate in the next day's protest.

"Can this...be useful to that person?"

In one room, Zhuo Shicheng frowned and said worriedly: "Is this the strategy you mentioned before? This..."

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes across from him sighed: "This is the only method that is most likely to be effective. We must not have even the slightest bit of aggressive thoughts about that person. That is courting death.

We can only exert our efforts in terms of morality, ancestral system, ethics and public opinion."

"Public opinion..." Zhuo Shicheng's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, "I understand, the scene in Guangyang Palace was just a pretext, the real [point] of exerting force is in other places, right?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man in Huafu nodded, "Guangyang Palace has two functions. One is to divert attention so that the arrangements outside the venue can operate stably; the other is to attract His Majesty to appear, or His Majesty's special envoy to appear. As long as there are people

Just a window to communicate with His Majesty."

Zhuo Shicheng frowned and asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's a secret for the time being. You just need to know... the big one is coming."

"Big..." Zhuo Shicheng pondered for a moment and said, "Isn't this... very dangerous?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he smiled to himself, shook his head and said: "Ha, now apart from the abolished noble status and this life, what else do I have left? Okay! I, Zhuo Shicheng, will give up this life to accompany you.

Let’s do it!”

"Okay!"

The middle-aged man in Chinese clothes smiled happily, "To do great things is either a great achievement or a great failure. There is never a middle path, and there is no reason to stay on the sidelines and enjoy the success. Shicheng, since you have such a brave man's heart, why worry about not succeeding in great things."

"Yes!" Zhuo Shicheng nodded vigorously.

"...The heart of a loyal minister must not be cold..."

"...My ancestors shed blood for Daxia..."

"...My clan has sweated for Daxia..."

Zhuo Shicheng suddenly woke up from his memory.

He looked around and found many familiar faces, all of them were clan heads of nobles from all over Daxia, as well as a larger number of clan elders.

There is Yang Wenzhou, the patriarch of the Yang clan, Yuntingye, the patriarch of the Yun clan, Du Jian, the seventeenth generation of Yan Guogong, Ni Yu, the fifteenth generation of Wu Guogong, Lao Tu Shengyi of the Tu clan, and Li Guilong, the elder of the Li clan...

These old people, who are usually of noble status and rarely seen by ordinary people, have changed from their usual majestic demeanor, and together with their juniors, they roar loudly with veins on their necks for the glory and inheritance of their respective families.

So selfless, so embarrassed, so sad.

Being in this situation, Zhuo Shicheng couldn't help but shed tears.

He wiped away his tears violently, straightened his waist, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, please come out and listen to everyone's cries! Please take back your holy mandate!"

"Your Majesty, please take back your holy mandate!"

"Your Majesty, please take back your holy mandate!"

……

The media gathered around the square continued to take pictures.

There are reporters from all angles and directions facing the camera, reporting seriously, calmly or worriedly.

"...We can see a large number of former imperial nobles gathered here in Guangyang Hall. They knelt down in front of the imperial palace and cried..."

To the southeast of the square, a female reporter said to the camera with a serious expression:

"...We don't know what impact the abolition of the aristocratic system will have on the entire society in such a short period of time. Is this impact good or bad? We don't know..."

She took a breath and continued: "But I believe that His Majesty will not do anything meaningless. Let us wait and see."

"The above is the live report sent back by our station, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, the female reporter’s face slowly disappeared from the screen.

The perspective pulls back, and a bright studio appears.

The male host, who looked handsome and looked serious, calmed down and said to the camera: "Okay, thank you Zhou Na for sending back the live report."

He turned to ask a fat scholar with gray hair next to him: "Expert Liu, what do you think?"

"Hmm...Okay." Expert Liu adjusted his glasses and said in deep thought, "I think that if the aristocratic system can last stably for three hundred years..."

At this time, a staff member hurriedly walked up to the male host and handed him a note. The host frowned and looked shocked. He turned around and forcibly interrupted the expert's speech: "Expert Liu, we have to interrupt an urgent message now."

."

"Ah?" The expert was stunned and nodded quickly, "Okay."

The host said "Hmm" and turned to face the camera and said seriously: "Viewers, the program team just received an important message."

He stood up abruptly, walked a few steps to the large LCD screen at the back, raised his hand and pointed at the screen, and said in a deep voice:

"Please look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a picture immediately appeared on the screen.

It is a nine-square grid picture that was obviously composed of aerial photography from multiple helicopters.

In the picture, a large team like a long queue is holding slogans, standing signs and banners, shouting slogans aggressively, and taking a walk on the main roads in the city.

"Defend the aristocracy!", "Defend the aristocracy!", "Defend the aristocracy!"...

"Take back the Holy Mandate!", "Take back the Holy Mandate!", "Take back the Holy Mandate!"...

"Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!", "Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!", "Don't forget the blood and tears of our ancestors!"...

The slogans were deafening and the noise was endless.

Due to the large number of people, it was impossible to accurately count how many people participated in this walk.

All I know is that the city quickly fell into a state of paralysis because of this sudden walking activity.

Cars, buses, and trucks were passed by these people who ignored traffic rules, and the horizontal and vertical sections were completely impassable.
To be continued...