[The Three Kingdoms] Golden Sun Exhibition chapter 185

185 – My own little Shinya (5)

Here, away from everyone’s eyes, was a man with mud on his face and wearing old clothes. He was waiting for the gates of Shinya Castle to open, mingling with other refugees and holding only one luggage, without a gasolol.

His name is Yang Hong.

He, who had worked under Yuan Shu even before Yuan Shu declared himself emperor, gave up his official position, wife and children, and left Yuan Shu.

To live a new life in a new place.

In order not to starve to death in Yeonam, where anyone other than Yang Hong of China was cornered with traitors, he betrayed his lord and fled at night.

‘I’m sure it’s not just me.’

Here, in Shinya, there are many refugees, including myself.

From slaves to low-level officials, many people from the Middle Kingdom fled at night as refugees and ended up in Xinya.

Perhaps he is the only one worthy of being called a ‘civilian and military officer’ or ‘chief’, but in the end, if you don’t get caught, no one will know, right?

“Open the door! Let’s live together!”

“Would we have wanted to live while being taxed by Wonsul?”

“Open the door! Open the door! Open the door!!”

The refugees screamed at the top of their voices at the soldiers on the walls.

I know they were shameless, but behind their backs, their fox-like wives and rabbit-like children were starving.

“Please, open the door! I don’t ask for much! Please, let us live together…!!”

Yang Hong was dumbfounded by the words of the person shouting desperately next to him.

The people he knows are people who expect three if given one.

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Therefore, instead of giving one, the common people should take away three.

Only then can one be grateful to the official and honor the official, and only then will one truly feel loyal to the official and the country.

‘Are you going to give me a place to rest because I’m crazy? ‘It’s in your nature to ask for land if you give food, and to ask for a house if you give land.’

The corners of Yang Hong’s mouth naturally rose.

At the same time, he held his luggage tightly to prevent anyone from stealing it.

As if he were a person who would lose his life if his botjim disappeared, he held on tightly to his botjim and kept an eye on the gate to avoid being pickpocketed.

‘Yes, open! It’s opening!’

Did the desperate voices of the refugees reach us, or did Yang Hong’s heart reach the sky?

Sigh.

The gates opened left and right.

The refugees quickly got up, but became nervous when they saw countless soldiers running out from inside.

Clap, clap.

They lined up left and right and formed a camp.

Instead of just one group stepping forward, another person was behind each person, creating something like a barrier.

‘what are you doing?’

Opening the gate and building a human wall?

Yang Hong couldn’t understand.

But soon he and the refugees saw something being dragged out of the gates on a cart.

“What is that?”

“It looks like the remains of a castle wall.”

“Shh. There’s someone up there.”

The refugees gulped when they saw Confucian scholars climbing on top of a wall as big as half the gate.

Yang Hong frowned as he looked at the man wearing the official hat.

“Hmph. A guy who looks like Hanryang walking around bewitching women.”

“You look good. Is it because you eat well and live well in a peaceful place?”

“I live well. Can’t you see that my skin is tan? That’s all because I get sunlight while farming.”

“You look like a student, but you’re farming? Um…isn’t life a little difficult?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ah, ah—”

The bronze-skinned scholar cleared his throat and focused his attention.

He was holding something wooden, like a funnel, in his hands. He held the handle underneath and placed the narrow part near his mouth.

[I am the governor of Shin Ya-seong, acting on behalf of General Moon Bing!]

The sound began to resonate loud enough for five thousand people to hear.

Although it was not a lion’s hooves exploded or a soldier with a good voice shouting, the sound spread in all directions.

“What is that voice….”

“Shh. Be quiet, ma’am.”

“Ah, without even realizing it….”

[You had a hard time coming this long way. Several people have already entered Shinya before you arrived. You really worked hard to escape the hands of traitors and come here.]

The refugees were moved to tears by the warm words of comfort.

Yang Hong was moved to tears in a different way, but for now he quietly lowered his head.

[however! The traitors have once again taken advantage of your suffering. There may be a spy sent by a traitor among you!]

Murmur.

The refugees looked at each other and quickly began to prove themselves.

Everyone confirmed that they were neighbors, and everyone set out to prove that they were innocent.

“…joy.”

Yang Hong snorted.

That is just a scare.

It’s like having everyone close their eyes and telling the person who stole to raise their hand quietly because I know everything.

Who will know if you keep your mouth shut until the end?

[stop.]

Pop.

As soon as the student spoke, everyone fell silent.

“Tombstone, take it down!”

“””Take down the monument–!!”””

At the same time as the student shouted, several soldiers came towards the wheel and cut it off.

Soon, the wooden wheel that was pulling the tombstone on which the student was standing slipped left and right, and soon the tombstone fell to the ground with a ‘thud’ sound.

“!!”

Yang Hong read the writing scratched on the tombstone, or rather, on the remains of the castle wall.

It was hard to see because the student was stepping on it with his feet on the ground, but the words ‘China’ were clearly engraved on it.

“Uh, that…!”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Oh, that, that.”

Yang Hong pointed out the remains of the wall to the farmer who was asking next to him.

“…It says it’s a middle country.”

“What? Then….”

[Some of you may know letters! Yes! This wall symbolizes the country of traitors who oppressed you! And this stone is the wall of Suchunseong Fortress, where a group of weightlifters ran amok, far away!]

“…Why is it here?”

Yang Hong couldn’t understand, but it didn’t matter whether he believed it or not.

Regardless of the authenticity of the walls of Suchun Fortress, what is important is that the phrase ‘China’ is engraved in large letters there for anyone to see.

[This is the land of one country! We cannot accept a bunch of weightlifters! If you are the people of a country, show an orderly appearance! Prove for yourself that you are truly a citizen of this country!]

“Dad, what are you talking about?”

“…It seems like they are saying that anyone who steps on the monument of the Middle Kingdom will be let in.”

Some quick-witted people began to spread their thoughts to those around them.

As soon as a few people began to mutter, the soldiers lined up finally opened the way.

Facing the monument, the soldiers lined up on both sides.

The refugees swallowed their saliva at the systematic movement as if they were welcoming a triumphal general.

“…I am!!”

A man who seemed impatient stepped forward.

“I am a farmer who was born in one country, the land of Shuchun! But overnight, my land became the land of traitors!”

Long strides.

He confidently walked through the middle of the soldiers with the attitude that whatever would happen would happen.

But no one stopped him.

“…….”

The student was quietly waiting for the man.

The man stepped on the Chinese monument with heavy steps.

chuck.

With muddy feet, he stepped into the Middle Kingdom.

He raised his head as if he felt something new.

“Welcome.”

The student opened his arms and hugged the man.

Not even caring about the dirt on his white official uniform, he patted the man and pointed inside.

“Thank you for your hard work in the land of traitors. Bio welcomes you as the people of Han.”

“…Do you need proof again?”

“huh?”

“Say as much as you want!”

“then….”

The student raised the wooden funnel again and shouted.

[Whoever passes by here, shout this word three times! Now, follow along.]

Whisper whisper.

When the student whispered to the man, the man smiled brightly, raised his arms to the sky, and shouted.

“Wonsul is a traitor!”

once.

“Wonsul is a traitor!! Wonsul is a traitor!!!!”

“Good.”

“I can say this again and again. No, I can say even worse things than that!”

“…uh?”

“One-shot, motherf*cker!”

The man entered the castle, shouting louder than a student.

“Wushu, motherf*cker!! Wushu motherf*cker!!!!”

“Oh, oh…”

The student gave a small applause without realizing it.

Then, those waiting inside the gate clapped as if they were proud of the man.

Clap clap clap.

As thunderous cheers and applause rang out, the refugees began to gather in front one by one.

Thinking of the ‘order’ mentioned by the scholar, those who lined up according to their standing positions slowly entered the castle one by one or with their families, stepping on the Chinese monument.

“Wonsul, who drove my son to death and killed him, you dog-”

There were also people who proved themselves by swearing so harshly that it was difficult to put into words.

But what they all have in common is that they do not deny that Wonsul is a traitor.

“Go up.”

Finally, it was Yang Hong’s turn.

He stood up with trembling steps.

“…Long live, Your Majesty the Emperor! Long live! Long live!”

Ahh.

Still, how could I criticize someone who once worked for the lord?

It is said that he betrayed himself by running away at night in search of a way to live, but he could not bring himself to curse the owner who recognized him.

“…What do we do?”

“Teacher said to let anyone who steps on the monument come inside.”

“Right? You’ll make the decision inside. Pass!”

Yang Hong was relieved.

He stepped on the Chinese monument with heavy steps, but he fulfilled his duty by not stepping on the strokes of letters and instead stepping on them.

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Now, I am a person from a country.

Yang Hong thought so and went inside… .

“…huh?”

Inside the gate.

There, more than fifty people were clapping and staring at his face.

While they were welcoming, they glared at those who came in and kept a close eye on them.

‘no way.’

Should I turn back now?

When that thought occurred to me, it was already too late.

“Hey, that bird!!”

Suddenly, someone shouted at Yang Hong, pointing a point at him.

“General!! I saw that guy over there! He’s the guy I saw when I was working at Suchun Castle!”

“…!!!”

Yang Hong was like, “Oh my gosh.”

He had dirt on his face and dots under his eyes, but someone recognized him.

“hmm.”

The white-bearded old man approached Yang Hong and looked him up and down.

A student with bronze skin came next to him and spoke with an embarrassed expression.

“Hey, General Hwang. My rudeness earlier was….”

“Mr. Geum. What does this man look like to you?”

“yes?”

“What kind of person does this man seem to you? The soldier over there reported that he came in shouting ‘Long live the Emperor,’ not the traitor Won-sul.”

“hmm….”

The student called ‘Teacher Gold’ approached Yang Hong.

He looked at Yanghong carefully and scratched his cheek. His eyes were sunken.

“I’m not sure, but I think I saw it at Suchun Castle. Okay, let’s do it this way.”

Teacher Geum smiled brightly and continued speaking.

“Now, try following along. Wonsul b*tch-”

Yang Hong was imprisoned.