Throughout the night, Yu Zhi was very busy. Like a hardworking bee, she ran around in various places in the northwest, not only distributing leaflets, but also brushing up many big slogans.
Walls, trees, archways...all painted.
The brush she made herself, dipped in honey, rice soup and red paint, is very convenient for writing on the wall. It was a bit difficult at the beginning, but then I became more and more proficient, and a slogan was guaranteed to be completed within three minutes.
Thinking of Yang Zhangzhu, Yu Zhi originally wanted to go to Zhenbei Palace to see this old acquaintance, but she quickly dismissed the idea. What's so good about a living dead hanging on his breath? It's better to let the public opinion ferment first, and she won't startle the snake.
Just the content of the slogan brushed under his hands is much more ruthless: "The King of Zhenbei is collaborating with the enemy and treason, and cooperates with foreign races outside the customs", and attaches a letter about his contacts with foreign races. This was naturally written by Yu Zhi himself based on his impressions.
"The king of Zhenbei shot and killed the imperial envoy, which is tantamount to conspiracy", "The king of Zhenbei launched a war, he is a sinner of the country, the sinner of the nation", "The king of Zhenbei's plot to usurp the throne is a heinous crime"...
Every sentence is inseparable from the king of Zhenbei, and there are pieces of evidence posted beside it.
Yu Zhi didn't believe it, if she stripped off King Zhenbei's painting like this, the people in the northwest would still believe him?
After finishing the last bit of red paint, Yu Zhi clapped his hands, "Call work."
She looked in the direction of the Prince Zhenbei's mansion, and was very satisfied with the results of her one night's labor. She hoped that King Zhenbei would like the gift she gave him.
The only regret is that she couldn't stay and enjoy the monstrous waves that she set up with her own hands. She came out to work quietly and had to go back before dawn.
"Little green, be good, my sister can't hold on any longer, please remember to send me back." Yu Zhi touched the little green leaf that was shining brightly, yawning profusely. I haven't stayed up late for a long time, and I really don't get used to it.
Yu Zhi lay on the bed woven with little green vines, and soon fell asleep.
With such an unreliable owner at the stall, what can Xiaolu do? It could only force itself to grow up, it not only brought Yu Zhi back, but also carefully sent her to bed. During the whole process, Yu Zhi didn't wake up.
Northwest fryer!
The common people in the Northwest were all stunned. Almost overnight, their three views were shattered.
King Zhenbei, their **** of war, their **** of protection, turned out to be not what they thought. It turned out that King Zhenbei was the chief culprit who caused their relatives to die on the battlefield!
It turned out that King Zhenbei was so courageous that even the imperial envoy dared to shoot and kill him!
It turns out that there have been constant wars in the northwest because the king of Zhenbei colluded with alien races outside the pass!
Some people don't believe it, "Slander, this is simply slander! The king of Zhenbei is my God of War in Daqing, protecting the safety of our people in the northwest..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by others, "Did you protect him? If he is really the God of War, why do foreigners still go south every year? Which family in our village does not have a son who died on the battlefield?"
"If it's slander, what do you say about the blood on the memorial archway at the head of the village? It must be that those who died tragically manifested their spirits to complain." It was obviously red paint, but it turned into blood as it was passed on. Yu Zhi didn't expect the effect That's good.
"Yes, didn't the patriarch read just now the widow Miao who froze to death in our village last winter? All four sons died on the battlefield. She was an old woman who had no one to rely on, so she froze to death? This is all true. !"
"There is also Dawang Village. My father-in-law is from Dawang Village. My brother-in-law came early in the morning and said that the biggest ancient tree in their village had evidence of King Zhenbei's crime on it. The scholar in their village read it and said yes What is the communication with the other side outside the pass?"
"Really? There are even letters, so this matter is almost inseparable. Sigh, you said that those alien races outside the pass are so hateful, why did King Zhenbei collude with them?"
"Then who knows? We are not him, how can we know what he thinks?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, the chief is here, how can ordinary people talk about noble people? Aren't you afraid of losing your head? It's all gone."
The people who gathered to discuss the matter dispersed, however, the seeds of King Zhenbei's collusion with the enemy and treason took root in their hearts.
There are more than one such scenes, villages, small towns, county towns, fields, streets and alleys, teahouses and restaurants, almost all the people are talking about it, and scholars are even arguing about it.
The government wants to take care of it, but can it be managed? The news spread too fast. Even if they confiscated the leaflets, the content had already been spread.
They also sent people to clean the slogan. Can the red paint be easily washed off? As for the ants, they are all firmly stuck to the honey, what can they do?
The mouth of Fangmin is better than Fangchuan. Even the King of Zhenbei, he couldn't prevent what the people thought.
The people at the bottom of this dynasty are ignorant, they cannot see the essence of things. However, they also have their simple wisdom. Flies don't bite seamless eggs, if King Zhenbei is really innocent, how could there be blood? How could God send a warning? Everything written on the paper is true!
As for the Northwest Army, Yu Zhi deliberately went to their training ground to brush up several slogans, and even scattered a large stack of leaflets towards the barracks. Don't talk about the low-level soldiers, just talk about the generals in the middle and high levels... Some of them have complicated emotions. After so many years, can they still not tell the difference between a real fight and a fake fight? Even if they don't notice it for a while, the number of times is too many, and the time has passed, can they have no doubts in their hearts?
It’s just that King Zhenbei is the commander in chief of the Northwest. Do they dare to stand up and say no? Even if they express their doubts, will anyone believe it? King Zhenbei has a great reputation in the army!
Now that the pustules have been pierced, they feel very uncomfortable. The men in the army are strong and strong, and there are not so many twists and turns in their hearts. They think they are defending their homes and the country. In reality? It's just a knife in the hands of the King of Zhenbei, and an accomplice to the evil.
At this time, they finally understood why the foreign race outside the pass was so fierce this year. It turned out that the imperial court intervened, and the tricks made the two sides tear their skins apart.
If the bottom soldiers are cannon fodder, why aren't they?
The matter was too big, and finally reported it to King Zhenbei, who was shocked and furious. King Zhenbei, who had just been able to get out of bed due to internal injuries, spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".
He is also resolute enough. After all this, he can still summon his confidantes and generals, and only gave one order, which is "Kill!"
All suspicious people, all those who discuss this matter indiscriminately, kill them all!
The staff and the general looked at each other, feeling that something was wrong. We must know that the mouth of the people is always blocked rather than sparse. At this time, gentle measures should be used instead of iron and blood suppression. My lord, this is a stupid move!
But looking at King Zhenbei's face full of haze, no one dared to stand up and touch the mold.
Everyone knows that the king of Zhenbei has always been one-sided. He hates others questioning his orders the most.
When his subordinates left, King Zhenbei immediately collapsed on his seat. The old soldier who served him since he was a child supported him with a distressed expression, "My lord, why are you bothering? My son has already experienced it, so what can't be dealt with? You are hurt so badly, why bother yourself?"
King Zhenbei gasped heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, he waved his hands after a long time, and said in a weak voice, "Boss is still a little bit late."
But even if you think about it, he also knows that this is a conspiracy by the court, hmph, do you think this will defeat him? Don't think about it! Rather Stick to your guns. The northwest belongs to the Yang family, even if he destroys it, he will not hand it over to the court.