I'm the villain in the book

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The entire war needs to be resolved quickly, and the longest period should not exceed one year.

The armies of the four countries will fight on their own at the beginning of the war, fighting from west to east and from north to south.

According to previous estimates, the two sides will join forces in Dashu almost half a year to eight months later.

And the sign of the end of this war is...

The city of Shuzhou was broken.

Chapter 580

In this way, with less than an hour left before the new year, the emperors of Qian, Hui, Jue, and Ji four countries finalized the strategy for this great battle at Longchan Temple.

And this also means that this war that is destined to be recorded in the annals of several countries will no longer be avoided.

How many people will die in such a war?What impact will it have on the people of Daning, Dashu, and Xinfeng?

No one knows these things.

But Lu Hongji and the others would not hesitate or feel guilty.

In the world of great contention, one general succeeds and ten thousand bones die.

This is even more true for Yu Guo.

Strong is strong, if it is dead.

Any pity and kindness are superfluous in major matters concerning the fate of the country, and everyone only thinks about one thing.

That is how to maximize one's own interests, how to become the king of the world.

From this point of view, although the four emperors formed an alliance, they must have their own calculations in their hearts, but the time has not yet come to see each other.

Therefore, the two-year civil strife between Fengning and Ningxia is more like a god-sent opportunity, giving them the opportunity to realize their respective ambitions.

"Come on!"

"Bring the wine!!"

"..."

Soon, the wine in the glass was full, and every drop was full of imperial domineering.

Holding the wine cup high, Lu Hongji stood up for the first time.

As the "host", the meal started with him, and naturally he will end it.

His eyes swept over the other three people one by one, no matter whether it was true or false, his voice became extremely bold at this moment.

"Everyone!"

"Heaven sends murderous intentions, moving stars and places! Earth sends murderous intentions, dragons and snakes rise to land!"

"Next year today, we will surely leave our name in history, and all generations will cherish it!"

"This time it's happening!"

"It will happen!!"

......

......

Shuzhou City, Weiyang Palace.

Compared with the excitement of Longchan Temple, the atmosphere in Weiyang Palace is still so extravagant.

Wei Changtian, Ning Yuke and You Wenzong stood on the vermilion wall, overlooking the bustling area below them, while Wei Xianzhi, Xu Qingwan and others were drinking and chatting not far behind.

Mountains and seas topple palaces and palaces, Guanhe Tianxing hangs upside down.

Countless flying lanterns connect the sky and the earth, and it is full of flames as far as the eye can see.

At this moment, it seems that everyone is experiencing the happiest and most beautiful time.

And Wei Changtian finally vaguely understood why You Wenzong insisted on holding such a feast.

"Young Master Wei, Your Majesty, Prime Minister You."

"Su Sheng just wrote a poem to praise the prosperity of the Great Shu..."

"..."

Beside him, the little eunuch softly recited the poem that Su Wu just wrote, and the three of them were slightly taken aback after listening to it.

I have to say, I don't know whether it was because of the wine, or because the grand event was too luxurious, which gave Su Wu an unmistakable "Wonderland" experience.

In short, his poem is really excellent, and it can be regarded as a super-level performance.

"Because I know that the fairy cave on the sea is just like a wealthy family in the world..."

Wei Changtian repeated it several times in a low voice, and then looked at everything in front of him.

Rather than saying that Su Wu is exaggerating, it might be better to say that he is "realistic".

He knew that this poem would probably spread around soon, and become a sample of "The Prosperous Age", and perhaps it could be passed down through the ages.

It's just that poetry can last forever, but prosperity may not.

"Young master, don't you want to compose a song?"

Suddenly, You Wenzong who was next to him asked with a smile: "If you write another poem, and the two poems are equally brilliant, tonight's feast will be considered complete."

"Writing poetry?"

Wei Changtian was taken aback for a moment, looked at You Wenzong, then looked at Ning Yuke who seemed to be looking forward to it, and then shook his head under the slightly surprised eyes of the two.

"Let's just write poetry."

"Su Sheng's poem is already very good, so I won't make a fool of myself."

"..."

Obviously, Wei Changtian's refusal was unexpected by You Wenzong and Ning Yuke.

After all, the poetic talent of the former has been proven repeatedly, and he is definitely no longer inferior to Su Wu.

What's more, today's occasion is so special. If I can really compose a song of similar level, I think it will be a good story in the future.

But Wei Changtian is unwilling to write poetry.

Of course he can't recite it.

There are so many poems describing the prosperous times in the previous life, and any one of them will have more depth than Su Wu's poem, which only describes the scenery.

Therefore, the reason why Wei Changtian didn't want to pretend to be this aggressive was simply because he was not interested.

Or, he didn't have the interest to praise all of this...

"You Xiang..."

Turning his head to look at You Wenzong, Wei Changtian's voice was not loud.

"I will stop writing poems."

"But I do have a few words to say..."

I have something to say.

Wei Changtian could directly say what he wanted to say without having to add such a sentence.

So obviously, he didn't just want to say these words to Ning Yuke and You Wenzong.

"Come on!"

"Drumming!"

You Wenzong understood Wei Changtian's meaning in an instant, and immediately ordered people to beat the giant drum on the city wall.

And with the sound of dull drums, all the hustle and bustle in Weiyang Palace gradually stopped.

Everyone stopped talking, but looked up at Zhu Qiang together, focusing on Wei Changtian who was standing in the front.

A black robe faced the entire city of Shuzhou, like the only darkness in the light.

"It's Young Master Wei!"

"Does Mr. Wei also want to compose poems?"

"It doesn't look like..."

"..."

At the foot, I noticed that the person who spoke was not Ning Yuke, and many people were whispering.

It's not that they don't know about Ning Yuke's relationship with the Wei family, they're just a little surprised by Wei Changtian's current behavior.

After all, Ning Yuke is the nominal empress of Dashu, so she should be the one to say a few congratulatory words at this time.

And Wei Changtian has never delivered a "speech" on such a large-scale occasion before.

So... what does Mr. Wei want to say?

The same question more or less appeared in everyone's mind, including Xu Qingwan, Yang Liushi, Liang Qin and others who were standing not far behind Wei Changtian.

For a moment, everyone looked at the man in the center of the prosperous world, quietly waiting for him to compose a poem, congratulate Xin, or...

"Everyone, I just heard about Su Sheng's new poem."

Looking at Su Wu, Wei Changtian smiled and nodded slightly at the former.

"This poem expresses the current prosperity of my great Sichuan, and it is not an exaggeration to say every single word."

"But have you ever thought about where such a prosperous age came from?"

"..."

As if in an instant, Wei Changtian only used one question to make the whole Weiyang Palace fall into silence.

Where did such prosperity come from?

This question seems to be easy to answer.

Because of Ning Yuke?Because of the Wei family?Because of him Wei Changtian?

Looking at the figure standing in the wind, everyone understood that what Wei Changtian was going to give was not these "standard answers".

The galaxy is brilliant, covering all directions.

After pausing for a moment, Wei Changtian pointed to the huge golden dragon beside Su Wu in the silence.

"Everyone, do you know how this golden dragon came from?"

"It was carved and inlaid by more than 100 craftsmen day and night, and it took half a month to make it."

"I don't know if it's okay."

"But you should know how the wine in your hands came from."

"From planting rice to brewing fine wine, how many steps are there? How much manpower will it cost?"

"Even if you don't know, you know the general idea."

"..."

When Wei Changtian suddenly started talking about some inexplicable things, all the hilarity seemed to come to an abrupt end at this moment.

Some people have roughly understood what he wants to say, while others are still at a loss.

But Wei Changtian didn't stop.

"And the clothes we wear, whether it's linen, cloth, silk, or silk, are also stitched by thousands of stitches."

"It's like the sword on the waist of a warrior, and the sheath outside the sword."

"The pen in the hand of a literati, the paper under the pen."

"A bed for you to sleep in, a house for you to live in..."

"Do you know where all of these come from?"

"..."

Having said that, it is obvious what Wei Changtian wants to express.

Everyone's eyes widened in a daze, and their breathing became short of breath.