Amid the cheers of the people of the imperial capital like tsunami, there were a series of royal guards of honor. The band first walked through the Triumph Avenue in a neat queue, and then the fully armed and majestic royal guards. The Shenji Camp, which captured Meng Hu alive at the gourd mouth, was suddenly at the front of the queue. This time, the Shenji Camp had made great contributions and showed his face in front of the people of the world. You should know who Meng Hu was? A fierce man who could enter the army to seize the heads of the enemy general, has now become a prisoner of war in Shenji Camp!

Of course, the greatest contribution is still to the current imperial teacher Shi Miyuan, because if it were not for Shi Miyuan's strategic planning and command, no matter how brave and good at fighting, Shenji Camp could not have captured Meng Hu alive. It was precisely because of the capture of Meng Hu alive that Shi Miyuan's reputation had reached its peak in the hearts of all the nobles and the people of the imperial capital. If Shi Miyuan had not refused again, Meng Yan even wanted to hold another triumphant ceremony to welcome Shi Miyuan's return with the etiquette of the imperial hero. Of course, even without the triumphant ceremony, Shi Miyuan has become a veritable imperial hero. Being able to capture a culprit like Meng Hu alive is not the cornerstone of the empire? What is it not the empire hero?

The three camps of the Imperial Guards barely passed by, and the people on both sides of the Triumph Avenue suddenly became crazy and stood up from the steps. The people next to the two sides of the Avenue had already picked up the "weapons" such as stinky chickens, rotten vegetable leaves, rotten potatoes and other "weapons" prepared in advance from the baskets or baskets around them. Then, the crazy roars of hundreds of thousands of people gradually gathered into a huge sound: traitors, traitors, traitors...

When Meng Hu was awakened from his sleep, he saw such a terrible scene.

A solid prison van made of fine iron, a hole was left on the top of the prison van. The hole was exactly as thick as Meng Hu's neck. Meng Hu's body was locked in the prison van, and his limbs were locked tightly by heavy shackles. Only his head was left outside the prison van. In front of him, a spacious and flat avenue stretched straight forward. There were crowds of people on both sides of the avenue. Countless people in the imperial capital were waving their hands frantically, roaring wildly, and roaring...

Of course, Meng Hu is familiar with such a scene, he experienced it a year ago.

But that time, Meng Hu was an empire hero, but this time, he was a traitor to the empire!

"Smash him to death!"

"Blame his head!"

"Hang this damn traitor!"

"He murdered 500,000 outstanding imperial soldiers and should be sentenced to death!"

The violent roars of hundreds of thousands of imperial people were like huge waves in the long river, crazily pouring into Meng Hu's ears. Veterans like Meng Hu could not help but change their faces slightly! Meng Hu could disdain the imperial edict of the imperial emperor Meng Yan, and disdain the hundreds of thousands of elite troops of the enemy on the battlefield, but could not be indifferent to the anger of hundreds of thousands of people. Public anger is terrible. The public anger of dozens or millions of people can destroy the powerful and arrogant dynasty, let alone Meng Hu's mere martial artist?

On the high platform of Zhengyangmen, Meng Yan was still scared, but Shi Miyuan smiled with a smug look on his face.

Among the 500,000 troops destroyed by the Western Expedition, the entire Guards Army's 100,000 people survived. These 100,000 people are not from local provinces, but from Luojing, and are royal citizens at the feet of the emperor. Since these veterans were drawn into the Guards Army, their families have moved to Luojing. Those who had not originally had family members have settled in Luojing. It can be imagined that how many families should the 100,000 soldiers of the Guards Army have in Luojing? How many people's anger will gather together?

Therefore, after the defeat of Qingzhou, Meng Yan was so desperate, thinking that he would never be able to ascend to the throne of the emperor of the Empire, because Meng Yan knew very well what reactions the people of Luojing who had lost their relatives would have, what kind of curse he would be after returning to Luojing. If someone with ulterior motives secretly incited them, the people who had lost their minds might even turn into mobs, impact his royal palace, and even send him to the guillotine!

Fortunately, such a terrible thing did not happen in the end, and Meng Yan successfully ascended the throne.

Under Shi Miyuan's planning, the public opinion of the empire was firmly controlled by Meng Yan's hands, Meng Hu became the most perfect scapegoat, and the anger of the people was perfectly transferred to Meng Hu's head. Thinking of this, Meng Yan couldn't help but look at Shi Miyuan, and a hint of gratitude flashed through his eyes. He thought that if it weren't for Shi Miyuan, he might have been imprisoned in the prison carriage and the one sitting on the throne of the emperor might be the eldest brother or third brother, or even the uncle, but it would not be him Meng Yan anyway.

As if feeling Meng Yan's gaze, Shi Miyuan suddenly turned around, met Meng Yan and smiled slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, from now on, no one will doubt the truth of the Western Expedition! The debate on the Western Expedition will settle with Meng Hu's capture. Those who have ulterior motives will no longer cause any storm, haha."

On the Triumph Avenue, the angry people had already begun their "condemnation". Countless rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and rotten potatoes hit the prison car like raindrops. In less than a moment, the prison car was covered with fishy foul objects. Meng Hu's face was also covered with vegetable leaves and egg pulp, and there were even many small stones mixed in it. Although it did not cause much harm to Meng Hu, it also made him bruised and swollen and in a mess. I could no longer see what Meng Hu's expression was, and no one knew what he was thinking at this moment?

On the stands on the second floor of Zhengyangmen, Princess Chaoxia Meng Yan's heart was shattering inch by inch, and she felt that her life was passing by quickly.

The prison car with Meng Hu slowly drove past Triumph Avenue. After enduring the anger of hundreds of thousands of people, the prison car finally stopped in front of Zhengyang Gate.

Meng Yan on the top platform of Zhengyangmen suddenly stood up, and raised his golden scepter that was condemning the authority of the emperor. The people in Triumph Square suddenly began to quiet. In less than a moment, the square, which was originally noisy and noisy, had already become silent. Meng Yan nodded with satisfaction, walked to the forefront of the platform, and stood behind a special instrument. This was a loudspeaker just invented by the Royal Academy of Sciences, which could amplify Meng Yan's voice exponentially, and was enough to allow the 500,000 people gathered in the square to hear Meng Yan's speech.

"All respected elders and all great citizens, please tell me how to deal with Meng Hu, a traitor who is extremely sinful?"

"Hang him!"

"Burn him to death!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Chop him into meat paste and execute him!"

Five hundred thousand people made 500,000 sounds, instantly submerging the entire Triumph Square.

Meng Yan suddenly raised the power battle in his hand and said in an unquestionable tone: "No, we can't kill him like this, it's too cheap for him! I have a better idea to send him to the Arena of the South City, let him fight against the saber-toothed giant tiger and ancient elephant, let him fight against all kinds of beasts, let him fight against warriors from all over the mainland, and before his humble life dies in the most humble way, he will entertain all the respected elders of the imperial capital and all the great citizens in a humble manner!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

"Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long

Meng Yan's loud voice had just fallen, and the 500,000 people gathered in the square suddenly cheered like a tsunami. Even the nobles and veterans couldn't help but cheer. After all, the Guanghui Empire was a country that advocated force. From emperors and nobles to civilian slaves, they all had barbaric blood. Standing in the circular arena south of Luojing City, it can be said to be the largest entertainment center of the Guanghui Empire. Almost all the imperial people dreamed of entering there to watch a wonderful and bloody barbaric battle. The battles participated by peerless generals like Meng Hu were enough to make people crazy.

Mingyue Empire, Xijing.

The young emperor Akino, who was only fourteen years old, was summoning the new prime minister Zhang Dianchen and other ministers to discuss a difficult matter. The auxiliary governor Qiu Yutang sat next to him without saying a word, listening quietly to Qiuye, Zhang Dianchen and the officials' arguments.

This time, Akino held an imperial meeting to discuss only one topic, that is, whether to completely abolish the prince's feudal system and replace it with the local governor to lead the military and political power of local states.

Originally, when Qiu Fengjin was in power, this matter was already underway, and the initial progress was smooth, but in the later stage, the vassal states were cut off and several princes who had made great contributions to quelling the Eight Kings Rebellion, so the matter could not continue. Qiu Fengjin felt weak and the result was nothing.

In theory, the Mingyue Empire has just experienced a heavy Patriotic War, and is in a state of disarray and is in a state of chaos and accumulation of strength. It should not carry out radical reforms anymore. The reason is very simple. If there is another Eight Kings Rebellion, the Mingyue Empire will really fall apart and it will never be possible to recover its vitality. This is also the opinion of a group of well-established court officials led by Zhang Dianchen. Most officials in the court also believe that they should not make big moves now.

However, the local governor led by the governor of Shuozhou Yan Shisan and the governor of Zhuozhou Luo Congyun strongly demanded that the court reduce the vassal states, completely abolish the feudal system, and replace the local governor to lead the military and political power of the local states. Although the reasons for Yan Shisan and others were high-sounding, their intentions were obvious and naked, that is, to seize power, take advantage of the weak opportunity of the court to get rid of the royal control, and lay the foundation for future military independence.

Zhang Dianchen's opinion was very firm: "Your Majesty, Yan Shisan and others wrote a letter to abolish the feudal system, which clearly harbored evil intentions. The court must not indulge it! Not only can it not indulge it, but it should also issue an order to severely reprimand, reduce its title, and fine his salary!"

"Not appropriate." Xiao Lang, the commander of the Guards, said anxiously, "The Prime Minister is such a bad word. Your Majesty really wants to issue an order to reprimand Yan Shisan and others, reduce their titles and punish their salary. Wouldn't that force them to rebel? If the governors of these major places join forces to rebel, wouldn't it be a joke?"

Seeing that the ministers had a long argument but had no result, Qiuye had to turn his eyes to Qiu Yutang and ask, "Auntie, what do you mean?"

Qiu Yutang smiled slightly and said, "Your Majesty is now the king of a country. For this ten thousand miles of country, billions of people and all major national affairs, the political strategy of the square, of course, His Majesty has the final say."

As soon as Qiu Yutang said this, all the civil and military ministers gathered on Qiu Ye. They all saw that although Qiu Yutang was the regent prince designated by the imperial edict of the late emperor, she did not seem to interfere too much in the government affairs. Of course, these ministers also knew Qiu Yutang's painstaking efforts. She wanted to force Qiu Ye to a desperate situation so that he could mature earlier and take on the heavy responsibility of a king of a country earlier. This was also impossible. Who made Qiu Ye become the emperor of the imperial world at such a young age? And it was such an extraordinary period.

When Akio gritted his teeth and was about to make a decision, an eunuch hurried in and knelt down and replied, "Your Majesty, Luo Jing is urgently writing!"

"Luojing's urgent writing?" Qiuye's expression moved slightly, he looked at Qiu Yutang with his head, waved his hand and shouted, "Remember!"

"According to the order." The eunuch responded, stood up and opened his secret belief, "Meng Hu's rebels were defeated and left the Hulukou in Dahuang Mountain. They were defeated and captured. They have been taken back to Luojing now."

“Huh?”

"What?"

"What happened?"

"Meng Hu was captured alive?"

As the eunuch finished speaking, the civil and military officials gathered in the hall changed their faces. Even Qiu Yutang couldn't help but frown, and a trace of confusion flashed through his eyes like Qiu Shui. This was like a martial arts master who had suffered a loss under the sword of another master, so he held his strength to practice his sword skills and wanted to find the place when he fought next time, but suddenly someone told him that the swordsman fell under the sword of someone else, and he would inevitably feel lost in his heart.

Qiuye's frown suddenly stretched out and said loudly: "Transfer my will... and then announce the world to completely abolish the feudal system. All princes in the nine provinces in the world will be moved back to Xijing, all fiefs of the royal palace will be nationalized, and the military and political power of the local states will be controlled by the governor. I respect this!"

After hearing Qiuye issued the order, Qiu Yutang couldn't help but nodded happily, thinking to himself that although Ye Er was only fourteen years old, he had really grown up and was already a competent emperor. The decision to completely abolish the feudal system was very wise, because the princes of each state now occupy nearly half of the fertile land in the world, but they did not have to pay taxes to the court. Even without the proposal of local governors such as Yan Shisan, reform and reduction of the vassal states was inevitable. What's more, among the princes of each state, except for Qi King Qiu Changlin, there were some forces, and the rest were not worth mentioning at all. If this matter could be obtained from the support of local governors such as Yan Shisan, it would be easy to get the back of this matter.

Of course, it may not be a good thing to reduce the vassal powers and then delegate the military and political power of the states to local governors, especially the military and political powers to Yan Shisan. Luo Congyun, a local governor who is ill-intentioned, is a great hidden danger. However, the two parties have to weigh the pros and cons, and now they can only rely on Yan Shisan and the others for the time being. When the court recovers in the future, it will not be too late to find a way to slowly clean up the situation. After all, as long as Qiu Yutang is still alive, Yan Shisan and others have to consider it before they revolt. In addition, the news of Meng Hu's defeat and captured just now should also be a big blow to their ambitions. As powerful as Meng Hu, wouldn't they still be defeated and captured? Yan Shisan and their abilities are far inferior to Meng Hu. Shouldn't they be more cautious?

The south of Luojing City, the circular arena.

The entire Middle-earth world is full of battles. Almost every city has arenas of all sizes. Thousands of gladiators are engaged in bloody battles in the arena every day. Thousands of gladiators fall in pools of blood every day. The barbaric entertainment method of gladiators has existed thousands of years ago and has been passed down to this day.

There are two sources of gladiators in the arena, one is the defeated prisoners of hostile countries, and the other is the bankrupt free people.

Over the past thousands of years, gladiators have evolved into an industry, giving birth to a large number of gladiator concentration camps. In Luojing alone, there are at least hundreds of gladiator concentration camps of all sizes, and at least more than 10,000 gladiators are receiving the most cruel and inhuman training in these concentration camps. At the same time, gladiators of all sizes are staged every day.

However, there are not many large-scale battles held at the Round Arena in the south of Luojing City. Generally speaking, the emperor will only issue an order to hold a major celebration or when there are major good news in the empire. Today is undoubtedly such a day, because today is the birthday of the Empire Emperor Meng Yan, and he will hold a large-scale battle in the Round Arena to celebrate his birthday.

To this end, more than 100 gladiator concentration camps in Luojing City selected one hundred of the best gladiators to participate in the celebration. Of course, compared with Meng Hu, these hundred gladiators seemed unworthy. Most of the princes and nobles who flocked to the arena early came for Meng Hu.

The circular arena in the south of Luojing City is round, with an open fighting arena that can accommodate thousands of people in the center. The fighting arena is surrounded by two meters high guard walls, and dozens of circular arches are opened on the guard wall. These arches are all blocked by iron fences. These iron fences are all made of fine iron as thick as arms, which can be said to be as solid as gold.

There are rows of stands above the guardrail. In order to prevent the audience from falling from falling into the fighting arena from the guardrail, there is a half-person-high guardrail in front of the front stands. In the north stands, there are two high walls that separate the middle part from the outside stands. The stands in the middle part of the high wall are separated into one private room. There is no doubt that these private rooms are for the princes and nobles of Luojing City to rest and watch. The noble status is noble, and of course they cannot be mixed with those lowly civilians.

At this time, there was still some time before the start of the gladiator performance, so the private rooms in the North Stand were still empty. The princes and nobles did not have to share the same crowded passage with the civilians, nor did they have to worry about not having a seat. Of course, there was no need to grab time and compete for seats, but the stands in the other four directions were already crowded and crowded.
Chapter completed!