On the third day of the Lunar New Year, Purple Gold Palace.

As the first time the new palace was put into use, Zhao Xing seemed quite excited. Even though only some functional areas were open, he could not wait to hold the first enlarged Qinglongyuan meeting here.

This meeting was mainly to attract more members of Qinglongyuan, while this time it was mainly aimed at the public.

Some of the people invited this time were progressive young people who were familiar with Song Beiyun, some were young people with outstanding positions in science and technology, and some were young people with more thoughtful and capable people in society.

They will accept Zhao Xing's summons at the Zijin Palace and discuss the future country's ideological orientation and solutions to some problems.

"Relax." Song Beiyun sorted out his clothes: "This meeting is relatively easy. We mainly discuss expanding the organizational scope of Qinglongyuan and attracting more people to join. Your peeing looks like you are split, who would want to do it with you?"

Zhao Xing seemed a little restless next to him. Except for the nervousness he was an emperor on the first day when he ascended the throne, he spent most of his time loving someone, but today it is different.

Although Song Beiyun said it easily, Zhao Xing actually knew that today's meeting would determine the development of China in the next hundred years and gradually improve the current system of virtual kings. He gradually transformed from the real situation of virtual kings to the real rule of virtual kings.

In the Three Kingdoms, Cao Cao and Zhuge were both like this, but they both had deviations, that is, neither of them considered how to continue the policy after their death.

Now, the enlarged meeting of Qinglongyuan clearly states that this is going to be carried out to the end, how to put the imperial power and the privilege that has oppressed the people for thousands of years into a cage.

"I never thought." Zhao Xing sniffed: "One day the royal power will end in my hands, and there will be anxiety and excitement."

"You think it's beautiful." Song Beiyun spat at him: "The prerequisite for eliminating royal power is that the country is in chaos and weakness and poverty. If you do this rashly in the prosperous world, there will be chaos. We are now discussing how to lock the royal power in the future. Is it the royal power coexisting with the regime or replacing its core content and changing with the times? These are all tentative attempts. Do you still want to strike? There is no one!"

Throughout history and even in the future, there may not be anyone in the world who doesn’t want to be an emperor like Zhao Xing. This guy is also a long-lasting person. His ultimate dream is always to tease women with a few dog legs.

To him, being an emperor seemed to be a hobby, a person who became an emperor based on his interests.

"Besides, you have to know one thing. Is the world really your world now?" Song Beiyun patted Zhao Xing: "We beat the bureaucrats, we beat the aristocratic families, we beat the warlords, but there is one thing you haven't moved."

"Middlesman!"

Zhao Xing frowned when he mentioned this. This is a huge cancer that is truly accumulated on the country and the people.

There is always a situation where laws do not go to the countryside. Whether it is the struggle between villagers or the implementation of the system, they never ask the government or find officials, but seek the local gentry and elders to uphold justice. The fate of the local gentry and the court is greater than that of the court.

If you want to cut off this cancer, the Song Dynasty must go through a baptism of blood and fire. The sacrifice that Song Beiyun has always said before is the real meaning of this place.

"What we need to ensure urban development and eliminate rural bad habits is the dual strength of thought and muscles." Song Beiyun turned to look at Zhao Xing: "If the country does not collapse, it is no less difficult than if you are tying the Danube."

"What do you think you should do?"

"I know there is a way, but that way is very risky and cannot be done unless it is absolutely necessary." Song Beiyun shook his head and said, "It would be a catastrophe, killing one thousand enemies will damage nine hundred and eighty-five of them."

"What if it wasn't like this?"

"No, I'm ready to discuss it."

As time approached, the palace gate opened. More than 20 young people outside walked into the palace with the guidance of the eunuch.

All of these people have been tested and screened layer by layer. Seeing that their spirit is different from common people, the look of anger that looks full of anger at first glance and the posture of swaying with their heads raised, they are definitely elite talents.

Among them are those who scolded Song Beiyun in newspapers, some are also petitioners for the disaster-stricken people, and some are dissatisfied with their current state and work hard on the basis of dissatisfaction.

After entering the hall, they saw a large table covered with blue cloth, surrounded by many chairs, each seat had a charter before, and the person sitting at the front was Zhao Xing, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, and the person who was talking to him should be Song Beiyun.

"Welcome." Song Beiyun all came when he saw everyone: "You don't have to be polite, please find a seat for yourself."

The people who came were looking at each other. When many people actually saw the emperor and Song Beiyun, they actually thought they had come to Hongmen Banquet, and even thought that Song Beiyun deliberately brought them into a jar to catch turtles.

But what they didn't expect was that they saw such a bizarre scene, which made them all feel incredible.

Until Zhao Xing also stood up, and supported his hands on the table and said with a smile: "Today, there are no emperors and no ministers. I invite all young talents to come here, just to discuss with you the future Song Dynasty and where the future China should go."

Song Beiyun walked to his seat with a smile, and ordered the eunuch to bring tea and distribute it. Then he spoke first: "Let's introduce each other first. Song Beiyun, a native of Luzhou, is twenty-five years old."

"Zhao Xing, a native of Bianliang, is twenty-eight years old." Zhao Xing pointed at himself and introduced: "Do you all know each other?"

After saying that, everyone in the room laughed and the atmosphere eased a lot.

"Ding Kang, from Hangzhou, twenty-four years old."

"Sun Yicheng, a native of Ruzhou, twenty-nine years old."

"Wang Zezhao, from Guangzhou, is thirty-four years old. It seems that I am the oldest."

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After an introduction, there are people from all over the world, including Sichuan, Chongqing, Bashu, the extreme north, and the smoky and smoky areas of Lingnan.

Among these people are poor, warlords, local geniuses, scholarly families, and military families. In short, all classes and levels are covered.

But they all have one thing in common, that is, they love this country enthusiastically, and the kind of person who will splatter blood at the gate of the city for seven steps to be buried with them once the gate of the Song Dynasty is knocked down.

"I know you." Song Beiyun pointed at the thin young men: "Lin Shangqing, the author of Feihua Ling, but he scolded me for being a bloody spit."

The people in the room burst into laughter again, and the little Lin Shangqing touched the back of his head and was embarrassed and unable to speak.

"Okay, today is not the time to take revenge. When I am free, I will see if I don't scold you." Song Beiyun picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Where is me, as the host of this meeting, I will introduce the process of the meeting to you first. First of all, you have a charter in front of you, so you can pick it up and read it. If there are any disagreements in your ideas, you can leave at any time and never force it."

The venue became quiet and everyone began to read the charter. At first glance, the content on it looked nothing, but when you read it carefully, it made people's scalp tingling and blood surging.

Everyone was reading the content above with breathing and concentration, and there was only the crisp sound of flipping through the paper in the room.

Zhao Xing glanced at Song Beiyun, and Song Beiyun just picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"Can they agree?"

"Yes." Song Beiyun lowered his voice and said, "These people are all rebellious, and each of them is a talent for generals and commanders, but they are just a lack of guidance."

Time passed very slowly, Zhao Xing was a little bored, and Song Beiyun's patience seemed particularly good at this moment. He just hugged his arms and waited quietly, because if there were no accidents, most of them would like to take this charter more than twice.

The contents of the charter need to be carefully savored and chewed. Even Song Beiyun, the author, wrote them thirty times and revised them hundreds of times. This is not the final draft, and it still needs to be deleted and added accordingly in the future.

Zhao Xing had read it a long time ago. He was stunned by the three supreme things on the first page of the charter. There is no certain issue of imperial power here. The whole article is about the country, the people and the future.

This made him feel a strong desire to demand immortality, and wanted to see what China in the future looks like.

"Everyone is all ready?"

When Song Beiyun saw that most of the people had closed the rules, he stood up and said, "If you finish reading it, it's the questioning session. The official and I will answer as much as possible. If we can't answer, we will take it out for discussion."

Since everyone has said that they have come to let go, these young people who are full of innocent and simple worldviews and values ​​are naturally not polite.

The questions rushed towards Song Beiyun and Zhao Xing like a tide. They both answered all the questions they could answer, and then recorded all the questions they could not answer in the notebook.

Most of the questions here can actually be classified into the three major questions raised by Song Beiyun before.

That is: Why do we need to create such a country, how do we create such a country and what should we do in the process?

Of course, many people also asked a question - what should the emperor do?

All these questions can be answered, while those that cannot be answered will enter the following link. Song Beiyun asked a rhetorical question for the questions that everyone is concerned about.

"What do you think is the most deeply rooted chronic disease in the Song Dynasty and even China at present?"

Some people answered corruption, some people answered delays in government affairs, some people answered in a complicated way, but only one person answered the point that Song Beiyun hoped.

"The stubborn disease in China today is that the law does not go to the countryside. If the law does not go to the countryside, the people are all ignorant, and those who are ignorant cannot accomplish anything."
Chapter completed!