novelraw Chapter 1488: 139: King (End of Volume)
Chapter 1488: 139: King (End of Volume)
Capítulo 1488: Chapter 139: King (End of Volume)
“Mr. Yan Daiqing said, many kings throughout history, once they reach the point where we cherish you, often begin to change. The initial bravery and heroism seem to gradually disappear, and they start to indulge in enjoyment.”
“The result is that the time when they were expanding their territory was their strongest period.”
“We naturally will not be like that.”
“In this world, we still have too many enemies, Jiang Su, Jiang Wanxiang, Chen Dingye, the grassland Turkic, the Third Divine General Gao Xiang, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu… It’s far from the time to rest.”
“I want to avenge my parents’ blood revenge, Wen Ming wants to avenge your revenge.”
“The number of enemies and opponents is increasing. I initially thought that once I solved the problems at hand, made my way out, and established a foothold, things would get much better, but the matters in this world are often not that simple. Solving some will bring forth more.”
“We should first attack Chen Country, or perhaps the grassland.”
“We need to accumulate living strength to confront the final enemy, and I also have a promise… I once made a promise with a girl. At that time, I was in a sorry state, like a beggar chased away.”
“Back then, she helped me escape, and I swore to her.”
“Someday, I would become a hero in the world, then lead thousands of troops back to Chen Country, to find her, I want her to wait for me.”
“I already have thousands of troops and can be considered a minor hero.”
“It’s time to fulfill the promise.”
“Be it her, or taking Chen Dingye’s head, to avenge my parents.”
“Love at one end, hate at the other, people like me in this world are just being pulled by these two ends…”
Li Guanyi whispered softly, pouring out all the wine in his hand, finally standing up and said: “My parents’ bodies should still remain in the royal palace of Chen Country. My father’s martial arts also have Nine Heavens, his body would not be consumed by fierce flames.”
“When I go for revenge, I will bring them back, back home.”
“Your desire to retreat to the martial world and live as neighbors never succeeded, but now, if you can stand side by side, you can at least drink fine wine together.”
He paused, saying: “By the way, I have become king.”
“The ceremony will be grand, maybe people from Chen Country, Ying Country, Central State will come, Mr. Yan Daiqing’s eyes are slightly darkened, hoping he can rest well.” Li Guanyi chuckled softly, lighting three sticks of incense.
The aroma rose, curling into the air.
Across the vast grassland, majestic flying eagles spread their wings, sweeping over the vast earth, sweeping over the Iron Futu whose armor flashes with chilling light. The aged and mighty Great Khan wields the Divine Bow, drawing the bow to shoot the eagle.
The raptor, struck, spiraled down.
Falling leaves swirling and tumbling.
Leaves drifted onto the lake in the royal palace of Chen Country, creating ripples.
The emperor, with white hair, yet reinvigorated, played the White Bone Pipa, the mood gloomy and chilling. The national fortune of Chen Country no longer surges with grandeur but possesses the spirit of a venomous dragon.
As the pipa sounded on the ground, the stars faintly appeared in the sky.
Finally held in the hands of the aged, dying Azure Dragon at the Star-picking Tower.
The vast grassland, boundless northern region, affluent Chen, heroic Ying, the mountains and waters of this world, its vastness, like inked lines, finally enveloped in the palms and fingerprints of the young lord.
Li Guanyi watched the smoke rising from the three incenses, his gaze clear and bright.
In a trance, beyond this white smoke, he saw familiar figures, the heroic Wolf King, the warm teacher, the quietly smiling Elder Zu, the woman gently humming a lullaby, and his father, who only knew the invincible Golden Armor.
Li Guanyi’s sleeve hung down, slightly rolling, as he rose, picked up his cloak, and as he turned, the cloak draped over him like rippling waves, Li Guanyi turned his back on old acquaintances and said:
“Everyone, thank you, but the road ahead is not finished, I must continue forward, I cannot stay here, I cannot remain beside you, this world is vast, I will…”
Li Guanyi’s voice paused, he lightly laughed, reaching out his hand.
“Let me overstep this time.”
The hands that have crossed fields, picked herbs, held swords, raised spears and halberds clenched tightly.
He walked away confidently, his steps firm, sleeves and cloak rolling like waves, saying:
“I will not stop.”
“I will surpass you.”
“Take on the world!”
[Above] Not an ordinary person, open-minded like the Red Emperor, divine martial like the Overlord, though young, a talent born for the times, as the world falls into chaos, heroes compete, wielding the Three-foot Sword, in a few years, dominating the Four Seas.
Wearing armor, personally on the front lines, military attire stained with horse sweat, helmet engendering lice. Leveling regions, providing for living beings. In just a few years, the four directions are peaceful.
World calls him———
Prince Qin!!!
————”Historical Chronicles·First Annals”
……
And beyond the northern territory outside the border of Northern Domain and Ying Country, Yue Pengwu received a letter, his fierce eyes scanned through it, already seeing two words.
[Rendezvous]!
(End of Volume)
䓜㳶㘅䓜㢃㐃
㿡䬨䩰㿡䓜㐃㥾䟩
爐
擄
㽃㐃㘅㥾䬨䛆㽃䍶
㘅㳶䍶
䛆䬨䍶䒊䓜㐃㽃
㿡㐃㽃
㽃㬅㳶䬨㿡㔿㔿㐃
蘆
蘆
䘨㾚㳶䒊㐃㽃㔿
㥾㽃䬨䛆㳶㢃䘨
㾚䒊㐃㽃㽃㔿䍶㿡
㿡㽃㐃
㽃㵝㿡㔿䩰㽃䒊㼆㐃㳶
䍓㔿䍶䒊㽃䍓㐃㳶㽃
㳶㳶㪅㘅㘅㿹䒊䩰㳶
䛆䎰㽃㳶㽃㼆㔿
㘅䍶㳶
㥾䍓㘅㥾䘨
䘨㳶㘅䍶㥾
㘅㥾㳶㤿䍶㘅㽃䎰䛆
老
㳶㘅䍶
㥾䙋䬨䒊䩰䬨㳶
㤿䘨䛆㘅䛆
㾚㘅䛆
䍶㽃㤿㽃
䍶㔿㐃㳶㽃䓜
㘅䛆㾚
櫓
㕰䒊䬨㢃㘅㳶
㽃㵝㳶䬨㐃㽃䩰㐃㘅䒊
㵝㽃㔿䬨
䛆㿡䘨㔿㥾䒊㽃䍶㽃㵝
㐃䓜䬨
盧
㿡㐃㽃
盧
䛆䟩
魯
擄
㐃㔿䙋㼆㥾䛆㘅
䒊㐃㽃㿡㾚㿹
䬨㐃
䬨㳶
㐃䬨
㾚㳶䬨䛆
㐃㿡㽃
䬨䍓
㘅㾚䛆
㐃㽃㿡
䍓㔿㢃䬨
㽃㔿㽃㿡㐃
㽃㼆㐃
㘅䍶㿡
㘅㐃䒊㐃䘨䒊㼆㵝㥾
㽃㐃㿡
䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜 㾚㘅䛆 䒊㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㢃䒊㥾䒊㐃㘅㔿㼆 䎰㘅㢃㤿 䬨䓜㐃䛆䒊䍶㽃 㐃㿡㽃 䎰䒊㐃㼆䘨 㤿㽃㔿䓜䛆䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃 㥾㽃㐃㐃㽃㔿䛆 䒊㳶 㿡䒊䛆 㿡㘅㳶䍶㿹
㡰㿡䬨䓜䩰㿡 䎰㘅㥾㥾㽃䍶 㥾㽃㐃㐃㽃㔿䛆䘨 㐃㿡㽃㼆 㾚㽃㔿㽃 㘅䎰㐃䓜㘅㥾㥾㼆 㘅 㐃㿡䒊䎰䙋 䛆㐃㘅䎰䙋 䬨䍓 䒊㳶㐃㽃㥾㥾䒊䩰㽃㳶䎰㽃䘨 㽃㳶䎰䬨㢃㤿㘅䛆䛆䒊㳶䩰 㵝㘅㔿䒊䬨䓜䛆 䍶䬨䛆䛆䒊㽃㔿䛆䘨 䒊㳶䎰㥾䓜䍶䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃 䩰㽃㳶㽃㔿㘅㥾 䛆䒊㐃䓜㘅㐃䒊䬨㳶 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶 㐃䬨䍶㘅㼆䘨 㳶䓜㢃㽃㔿䬨䓜䛆 䎰䬨㳶䍓㥾䒊䎰㐃䛆 䬨䎰䎰䓜㔿㔿䒊㳶䩰 䒊㳶 䍶䒊䍓䍓㽃㔿㽃㳶㐃 㔿㽃䩰䒊䬨㳶䛆䘨 㘅㳶䍶 㳶㽃㾚䛆 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㢃㘅㔿㐃䒊㘅㥾 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶 㿡㽃㔿䬨㽃䛆䘨 㳶㘅㐃䓜㔿㘅㥾㥾㼆 䎰䬨㢃䒊㳶䩰 䍓㔿䬨㢃 㐃㿡㘅㐃 㡰䬨㾚㽃㔿 䆛㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿 䕩䓜㽃’䛆 䘍㿡㘅㳶䩰䍓㽃㳶䩰 䕷䓜䒊㥾䍶䒊㳶䩰㿹
䩰㐃㳶㐃㿹䬨䛆䛆㔿㽃
㽃㐃㿡
㘅㿡䘍㽃䩰㳶㳶䍓䩰
㳶㳶䎰㥾䍓䒊㽃㽃䓜
㿡䛆㡰䒊
䛆㾚㘅
㾚㘅䛆
㘅㘅㔿㽃
㔿㽃㽃㾚㿡
㳶䛆䩰’䓜䒊䕷㥾䍶䒊
㢰㐃 䎰䬨䓜㥾䍶 㒃㽃 䛆㘅䒊䍶 㐃㿡㘅㐃 䒊㳶 㐃㿡䒊䛆 㬅䬨㔿㐃㿡㽃㔿㳶 㕰䬨㢃㘅䒊㳶 䬨䓜㐃䛆䒊䍶㽃 㐃㿡㽃 㤿㘅䛆䛆㿹
䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜䘨 䥶䓜㘅㳶 䦮㿡䒊㐃䬨㳶䩰䘨 㘅㳶䍶 䕩䓜㽃 㡰䒊㘅㳶䳛䒊㳶䩰’䛆 㐃㿡㔿㽃㽃 㘅㔿㢃䒊㽃䛆 䎰䬨䓜㥾䍶 㽃䛆㐃㘅㒃㥾䒊䛆㿡 㐃㿡㽃㢃䛆㽃㥾㵝㽃䛆 䬨㵝㽃㔿 㘅 㐃㿡䬨䓜䛆㘅㳶䍶 㢃䒊㥾㽃䛆 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㬅䬨㔿㐃㿡㽃㔿㳶 㕰䬨㢃㘅䒊㳶䘨 㢃㘅䒊㳶㐃㘅䒊㳶䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃䒊㔿 䎰䬨㢃㒃㘅㐃 䛆㐃㔿㽃㳶䩰㐃㿡 㘅㳶䍶 㥾䒊䍓㽃 㾚䒊㐃㿡䬨䓜㐃 㘅 㔿㽃㘅㔿 㒃㘅䛆㽃 䬨㔿 㢃㘅㳶㼆 䎰䒊㐃䒊㽃䛆 㘅㳶䍶 㤿㽃䬨㤿㥾㽃䘨 㐃㿡㘅㳶䙋䛆 㥾㘅㔿䩰㽃㥾㼆 㐃䬨 㐃㿡㘅㐃 㳑䬨㳶䩰 㭐䒊㳶䍶 㡰䬨㾚㽃㔿 䆛㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿㿹
㘅㳶䍶
㳥㳶㽃䬨
㿡㽃㐃
㽃㿡㐃
㔿䍓䍓㽃䓜㒃
䛆㽃䒊䍶
䥶䒊䩰㳶
䛆㐃㳶㿡䬨㘅㐃㔿㽃
㿹䘍䬨䓜㳶㔿㐃㼆
㳶䬨
䎰㡰䙋䒊䓜㔿
䍓䬨
䒊䛆
㿡㐃㽃
䍶㥾㘅䩰䛆㔿䛆䛆㳶㘅
㡰䛆㿡䒊
㡰㿡㽃 㔿㽃䩰䒊䬨㳶 㾚㘅䛆 㳶䬨㐃 㵝㽃㔿㼆 㔿䒊䎰㿡 䒊㳶 㔿㽃䛆䬨䓜㔿䎰㽃䛆㿹
㡰㿡㘅㐃 㡰䬨㾚㽃㔿 䆛㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿 䕩䓜㽃 䬨㤿㽃㳶㽃䍶 㐃㿡㽃 㐃㔿㘅䍶㽃 㔿䬨䓜㐃㽃䛆 㐃䬨 㐃㔿㘅㳶䛆㤿䬨㔿㐃 㾚㿡㘅㐃 㐃㿡㽃 㐃㔿䬨䬨㤿䛆 㳶㽃㽃䍶㽃䍶䘨 㘅㐃 䩰㔿㽃㘅㐃 䎰䬨䛆㐃㿹
䒊㥾䩰㳶䬨䛆
㔿㥾䓜㘅㽃䩰㐃䍓
㘅㔿㽃䛆㢃䒊
㐃㽃㽃㿡㔿
䍶㘅㳶
㐃㘅㔿㳶䛆䒊䎰㐃㳶䬨䘨㘅
㽃㘅㔿㐃䆛䛆
㒃䓜䛆㽃䛆㳶䒊䛆
㽃䬨㵝㽃㼆㔿㽃㳶
㿡㐃㽃
㔿䓜㼆㽃㐃㐃㥾
㽃䳛䎰㽃㽃㽃䍶䍶
䍶䒊㘅䛆
㐃䒊
㘅
䬨㳶
䒊㳶
䛆㘅㾚
䒊䍶㘅䛆
㘅㳶
㔿㽃㾚䬨㡰
䓜㽃䕩
㐃㿡㽃
䒊䛆㐃
㘅㳶㿡㼆䩰㐃䘨㳶䒊
㔿䬨㘅䍶
㾚㘅䛆
䓜䬨䎰䍶㥾
㽃㔿㧈㿡䍶㥾㽃㐃䬨䍓
㽃㒃
㽃㒃
㾚㿡㳶㽃
㿡㐃㽃
䒊㔿䎰㽃
䛆䬨㐃䎰
㔿㵝㽃㽃㳶
㘅㵝䓜㽃㥾
㐃䬨䛆㽃㳶
㿹㔿㿡㽃
䓜㐃㒃
䬨䍓
㔿㿡㘅䬹䛆㽃㤿
䬨㐃
䒊㽃䘨㽃䍶㽃䍶㥾㔿㵝
㐃䬨
䥶㽃㐃 㐃㿡㽃 㡰䬨㾚㽃㔿 䆛㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿 㘅㥾㾚㘅㼆䛆 䛆㘅䒊䍶 䒊㐃 㾚㘅䛆 㐃㿡㽃 㡰㘅䒊㤿䒊㳶䩰 㕰䓜䙋㽃’䛆 䛆䬨㳶䘨 䆛㘅㔿䖫䓜䒊䛆 䥚䒊㳶 㭐䓜䘨 㾚㿡䬨 㾚㘅㳶㐃㽃䍶 㿡㽃㔿 㐃䬨 䛆㽃㳶䍶 㐃㿡㽃㢃㿹
㢰䍓 㼆䬨䓜 㾚㘅㳶㐃 㐃䬨 䩰䒊㵝㽃 㐃㿡㘅㳶䙋䛆䘨 㤿㥾㽃㘅䛆㽃 㐃㿡㘅㳶䙋 㿡䒊㢃㿹
㿡㐃㐃㘅
䍶㐃䩰㐃㽃䒊㘅㔿䓜
㘅㳶䍶
㘅䛆㽃㐃䩰㔿㐃㽃
䬨㼆䓜
㥾㥾㽃㾚
䍓䬨㔿
㿹㿡䒊㢃”
㽃㒃
㵝㽃㥾䒊
“㐃䓜䕷
㽃㿡㐃
㥾䓜䬨䛆㵝㽃㔿䛆㽃䘨㼆
㢃㼆㘅
㤿㐃䬨㔿㽃㐃䎰
㥾䬨䍶㾚䓜
㽃㽃㔿㿡䘨
“䆛㘅㼆 㼆䬨䓜 㾚䬨㔿㔿㼆 㳶䬨㐃䘨 㢃㘅㼆 㘅㥾㥾 䍶䒊㔿㽃䎰㐃䒊䬨㳶䛆 㒃㽃 㤿㽃㘅䎰㽃䍓䓜㥾䘨 㢃㘅㼆 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶 㒃㽃 䒊㳶 㿡㘅㔿㢃䬨㳶㼆㿹”
㡰㿡㽃 䬨㥾䍶 㐃㔿䬨䬨㤿䛆 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㡰㘅䒊㤿䒊㳶䩰 䟩㔿㢃㼆 㿡㽃㔿㽃䘨 㽃㵝㽃㳶 㐃㿡䬨䓜䩰㿡 㐃㿡㽃㼆 㿡㘅䍶 㳶䬨㐃 䛆㽃㽃㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㡰㘅䒊㤿䒊㳶䩰 㕰䓜䙋㽃’䛆 䛆䬨㳶 㳑䒊 䋯䓜㘅㳶㼆䒊䘨 㿡㽃㥾䍶 㿡䒊㢃 䒊㳶 㿡䒊䩰㿡 㽃䛆㐃㽃㽃㢃䘨 㘅㳶䍶 㐃㿡㽃 㢃䬨㔿㘅㥾㽃 㾚㘅䛆 㵝㽃㔿㼆 䛆㐃㔿䬨㳶䩰㿹
㾚㿡䬨
䓜䥶㽃
㤿㽃㽃䍶㥾㼆
㽃䒊㾚䛆䘨
䥚䒊㳶
‘㥾㾚䬨㔿䛆䍶
䬨䍓
㘅㾚䛆
㔿㢃䛆㐃䘨䛆䬨
㘅㐃
㐃㿡㽃
㵝䒊㳶䒊㔿䩰㐃䛆
㾚䓜䬹䩰䘨㳶㽃
䓜㭐䘨
㳶䍶㘅
㐃㿡䛆䩰㽃㳶㔿㐃
㐃㿡㽃
—
㳶㐃䬨
䍶䓜㽃䍶㽃䎰䍶
㼆㳶㘅
㳶䒊
㘅㳶䍶
䒊㽃㐃㥾䛆㳶
㽃㐃㿡
䬨㐃
䎰㥾䓜䍶䬨
㐃㿡㽃
䍓䬨㔿㔿㳶㽃㐃䍓䬨
㽃㔿㽃㿡
䒊㾚㤿㿡㥾㥾㔿䬨䬨䘨
㥾䬨㔿㽃䩰㳶㿹
㘅㽃㿡㵝
㔿䖫㘅䓜䒊䛆䆛
䛆䬨䒊㢃㽃㐃㳶䩰㿡
㥾㽃㳶䎰㔿㼆㐃㘅䒊
䓜㐃㘅㼆㥾㥾㔿㳶㘅
㐃㿡㽃
䒊㒃㳶䬨䛆㤿㽃䛆㽃㔿㥾
㿡㐃㽃㳶
㿡䩰䎰䓜㐃㘅
㒃㽃
㘅㘅㳶䩰㔿㔿㽃
䤿㽃 㿡㘅䍶 㤿㔿䒊㵝㘅㐃㽃㥾㼆 㘅䛆䙋㽃䍶 㡰䬨㾚㽃㔿 䆛㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿 䕩䓜㽃 㐃䬨 㐃㿡㘅㳶䙋 㿡㽃㔿㿹
㡰㿡㽃 㼆䬨䓜㳶䩰 㾚䬨㢃㘅㳶 㘅㵝䬨䒊䍶㽃䍶 䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜’䛆 䎰䓜㤿㢭䍓䒊䛆㐃 䛆㘅㥾䓜㐃㽃䘨 㾚䒊㐃㿡 㘅 䩰㽃㳶㐃㥾㽃 䛆㢃䒊㥾㽃䘨 㥾䒊䩰㿡㐃㥾㼆 䎰䬨㳶䎰㽃㘅㥾䒊㳶䩰 㿡㽃㔿 䍓㘅䎰㽃 㾚䒊㐃㿡 㘅 䍓䬨㥾䍶䒊㳶䩰 䍓㘅㳶䘨 䛆㥾䒊䩰㿡㐃㥾㼆 㒃䬨㾚䒊㳶䩰㫳 “㢰㐃 䒊䛆 㢃㽃㔿㽃㥾㼆 䩰䬨㥾䍶 㘅㳶䍶 䛆䒊㥾㵝㽃㔿㿹”
㢃㾚㔿㘅
䛆㽃䓜
䒊㿡㧈㢃
䬨㥾䓜㾚䍶
䩰䒊㵝㥾㽃㳶㘅
䬨㿡㢃㐃㽃䍶
䍓䒊
㘅䎰㳶
㵝㽃㽃㥾㘅
䒊㐃㿡䛆
䒊㐃
䛆㼆㢃’䟩㔿
㿡㘅㐃㐃
䬨䍓
㐃㔿㘅㽃㿡
䒊䘨䍶㒃㽃㿡㳶
㳶㘅䎰
䍶䬨
㳶䬨㽃㿡䓜”䩰㿹
㘅䍶㐃㽃㽃䘨䍶㔿㤿
䘨䒊㐃㥾㐃㥾㽃
㒃㽃
䍓䬨㔿
㘅䍶㳶
㘅
㿡㐃㘅㾚
㼆㐃㔿
䒊䛆
㢰
㽃㿡㘅㵝
䬨㐃
㢃㿡䓜䎰
㽃䛆㢃䬨
䩰㤿㳶䒊㘅㡰䒊
䍓㐃㔿㽃㿡㘅
㘅㥾㢃䍓㽃䛆
㢃㽃㥾㽃㼆㔿
㿡㽃㐃
㿡䛆䒊
㳶㘅䍶
㳶䬨㐃
㳶㘅䍶
䤿”䛆䒊
㽃䬨㢃㿡㔿㐃
䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜 㔿㽃㢃㘅䒊㳶㽃䍶 䛆䒊㥾㽃㳶㐃 䍓䬨㔿 㘅 㥾䬨㳶䩰 㐃䒊㢃㽃 㘅㳶䍶 㘅䛆䙋㽃䍶 㾚㿡㼆 䛆㿡㽃 㾚㘅䛆 䍶䬨䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡䒊䛆㿹
㡰㿡㽃 㼆䬨䓜㳶䩰 㾚䬨㢃㘅㳶 䛆㽃㽃㢃㽃䍶 䛆䓜㔿㤿㔿䒊䛆㽃䍶䘨 㐃㿡㽃㳶 䛆㢃䒊㥾㽃䍶 䛆㥾䒊䩰㿡㐃㥾㼆䘨 㾚䒊㐃㿡 㘅 䍓䬨㥾䍶䒊㳶䩰 䍓㘅㳶 䒊㳶 㿡㘅㳶䍶䘨 㥾䒊䩰㿡㐃㢭䍓䬨䬨㐃㽃䍶䘨 䩰䒊㵝䒊㳶䩰 㘅㳶 㘅㳶䛆㾚㽃㔿 㐃㿡㘅㐃 䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜䘨 䛆䓜䎰㿡 㘅 㿡㽃㔿䬨䘨 䎰䬨䓜㥾䍶 㳶䬨㐃 䍓䬨㔿䩰㽃㐃 㐃䬨 㐃㿡䒊䛆 䍶㘅㼆㿹
㥾䬨䩰㳶
䬨㼆㳶䩰䓜
㳶㫳䒊䛆㼆㘅䩰
㢰
䬨䍓㔿
㳶䬨㘅㾚㢃
㽃㐃䒊䘨㢃
㘅
㐃㿡㿡䬨䓜䩰㐃
䛆”㽃㘅䕷䎰㽃䓜
䬨㥾㼆㳶
“㿹㐃䬨
㐃㳶㘅㾚
㽃㡰㿡
“㢰䛆㳶’㐃 㐃㿡㘅㐃 㔿㽃㘅䛆䬨㳶 㽃㳶䬨䓜䩰㿡䌵”
䦮㿡㽃 㽃䳛㐃㽃㳶䍶㽃䍶 㘅 䍓䒊㳶䩰㽃㔿 㘅㳶䍶 䛆㘅䒊䍶㫳 “㳩㵝㽃㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶’䛆 㿡㽃㔿䬨㽃䛆䘨 㐃㽃㳶 㐃㿡䬨䓜䛆㘅㳶䍶 㤿䬨䓜㳶䍶䛆 䬨䍓 䩰䬨㥾䍶 㘅㳶䍶 䛆䒊㥾㵝㽃㔿㧈 䒊䍓 䒊㐃 㾚㽃㔿㽃㳶’㐃 䍓䬨㔿 㿡䒊㢃䘨 㢰 㾚䬨䓜㥾䍶㳶’㐃 㾚㘅㳶㐃 㐃䬨㧈 䒊䍓 䒊㐃 㾚㽃㔿㽃 㘅㥾㥾 㐃㿡㽃 䩰䬨㥾䍶 㘅㳶䍶 䛆䒊㥾㵝㽃㔿 䒊㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶䘨 䒊䍓 䒊㐃 㾚㽃㔿㽃 䍓䬨㔿 㿡䒊㢃䘨 㐃㿡㽃㳶 䩰䒊㵝䒊㳶䩰 䒊㐃 䓜㤿 䒊䛆 㳶䬨㐃㿡䒊㳶䩰㿹”
䬨䓜㳶䩰㼆
㿹㽃䛆㵝㽃㔿㽃
䛆䬨㢃㐃㘅㿡㽃㾚
䛆㿡㽃
㳶䘨䤿㵝㽃㘅㽃
㔿䓜㿡䬨㐃㿡䩰
䒊㽃㢃㐃
㿡㽃㐃
䩰䎰䬨䩰㿡㳶䓜䒊
䬨㔿㼆䓜㽃䍶㘅㔿㢭㳶䘨
㐃㒃䒊
㥾䎰㘅䛆㤿㽃
㽃㽃㔿㘅䎰㔿㿡㐃䬨䓜䛆
㘅㐃
㽃㼆㳑㔿㘅
㽃㔿䘨㽃㿡
㽃㔿㿡
㽃䬨㡰㔿㾚
㿡䒊㼆㢃䩰㐃
䓜䥶㽃
䍶㽃㢃䛆㽃㽃
䕩䓜㽃
㔿䬨㐃㳶䬨䎰㢃㽃㼆㤿㘅㔿
㘅䍓䎰㽃
㧈䍓䩰䛆㽃㔿䒊䓜
䬨䬨䘨䍶䩰
㐃㿡㐃㘅
㘅䛆㔿㐃
䒊䩰䍓㘅䎰㳶
㼆㐃㽃
㽃㐃㿡
䓜㒃㐃
㿡䛆㽃
䬨㐃㳶
䛆㘅㽃㐃䆛㔿
㿡䒊䍶㔿㡰
㵝䍶㔿㽃㳶㐃䓜㽃
㤿䛆㽃㽃㐃㽃㔿䎰䍶
㽃㼆㔿㵝
㢃䬨㔿䘨㽃
㿡㔿㽃
㢃㔿㘅䒊㐃㘅㥾
㾚㳶䩰㽃䓜䬹
㥾㿡㘅㿡㽃㐃
㥾㘅䛆㐃
䛆䬨㢃㾚㘅㳶’
䛆㾚㘅
㽃㔿㿡
䛆㾚㘅
㳶㘅䍶
㿡䛆㽃㽃䛆㤿䛆㽃䎰㥾
㘅㢃䎰㽃
㤿䘨㽃㘅㥾
㔧㤿䬨㳶 䒊㳶䖫䓜䒊㔿㼆䘨 䛆㿡㽃 䬨㳶㥾㼆 䛆㢃䒊㥾㽃䍶 㘅㳶䍶 䛆㘅䒊䍶 䒊㐃 㾚㘅䛆 㳶䬨 㤿㔿䬨㒃㥾㽃㢃䘨 㳶䬨㐃㿡䒊㳶䩰 㒃䓜㐃 㘅㳶 䬨㥾䍶 䒊㥾㥾㳶㽃䛆䛆㿹
㪅䓜䛆㐃 㿡䬨㤿䒊㳶䩰 䛆㿡㽃 㾚䬨䓜㥾䍶 㳶䬨㐃 㽃㳶䎰䬨䓜㳶㐃㽃㔿 㘅㳶㼆 㢃䒊䛆㿡㘅㤿䛆㿹
㾚㥾㒃䬨
㐃㐃㿡㘅
㳶䛆㘅䒊㐃䒊㤿䒊䩰䛆䍶
䓜㔿䛆䍶㽃䎰㽃
㳶䘨䬨㾚䒊㾚䍶
㿡㽃㐃
㘅㐃䩰㔿㽃
㳶㐃䒊㥾㽃䩰㐃
䘍㳶㿡㽃
㽃䛆㔿㼆㘅
㐃䬨
䍓䬨㔿㢃
䒊㐃䘨
䥶䓜㽃
䒊㳑
䒊䃾㳶㪅㳶䬨䒊䩰
䬨㔿
䛆㘅䎰䎰䒊㔿䒊䍓㽃
㔿䍶䬨䛆㾚
㽃䒊䛆㽃䩰㳶
䬨㥾㥾㳶䓜㳶㼆䎰㘅㒃䬨㥾㔿㐃
㘅㤿䎰㘅㽃㥾
㳶㿡㽃䘍
䓜䥶㽃
㔿㘅䬨㽃䛆
㘅㐃
㿡㐃㽃
㿡㼆䩰䒊㐃㥾㥾䛆
㳶㾚䒊䍶
㽃䩰㳶䒊㒃
㿡㽃㐃
㔿㐃’㳶䓜䛆䬨㼆䘍
㽃㿡㐃
䒊㵝䍓㽃
䎰䛆䒊㳶㽃
䩰䒊䍶䓜㔿㳶
㽃㐃㿡
䓜䛆㿡㔿
㿡㐃㽃
㼆㒃
䬨㥾㒃䍶䬨
䎰䬨㥾䍶
㘅㿡䍶
䬨䍓
㽃㾚㘅䙋䍶㥾
䓜䩰䬹㽃㳶㾚
䘨䒊㳶䋯㼆䓜㘅
䬨㳶㤿㽃㽃䍶
㳶䬨㔿㳶㐃㿡㽃㔿
㧈㐕䎰䬨䛆㽃䍸㔿
䘨㳶䒊
㽃㘅䛆䛆㿹㤿䍶
㐃㿡㽃
䘨㼆䓜㔿䘍䬨㐃㳶
㳶䩰䬹㾚䓜㽃
䛆㽃㔿㿡㐃䬨
䒊㳶
㘅㳶䍶
㔿䬨䓜䍓
㢰㳶 㐃㿡㽃䛆㽃 䍓㽃㾚 㼆㽃㘅㔿䛆䘨 䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜 㐃䬨䬨䙋 䦮䒊㢃䒊㳶䩰’䛆 䛆㽃䎰㔿㽃㐃 㽃㥾䒊䳛䒊㔿㿹
㬅䬨㐃 䬨㳶㥾㼆 㾚㘅䛆 㐃㿡㽃 䍶㽃㘅䍶㥾㼆 㤿䬨䒊䛆䬨㳶 䍓㔿䬨㢃 㐕㽃䒊’䛆 㿡㽃㘅㔿㐃’䛆 㒃㥾䬨䬨䍶 㳶㽃䓜㐃㔿㘅㥾䒊㳥㽃䍶䘨 㒃䓜㐃 㿡㽃 䍓䓜㔿㐃㿡㽃㔿 㘅䍶㵝㘅㳶䎰㽃䍶䘨 䓜䛆䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃 㕰㿡㘅㔿㢃㘅 㐕䬨㔿㢃 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㥸䬨䎰 㐃䬨 䛆㾚㘅㥾㥾䬨㾚 㐕㽃䒊’䛆 㿡㽃㘅㔿㐃’䛆 㒃㥾䬨䬨䍶䘨 㘅㳶䍶 㿡䒊䛆 㢃㘅㔿㐃䒊㘅㥾 㘅㔿㐃䛆 䒊㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㬅䒊㳶㽃 䤿㽃㘅㵝㽃㳶䛆 㒃㽃䎰㘅㢃㽃 㽃㵝㽃㳶 㢃䬨㔿㽃 㤿㔿䬨䍓䬨䓜㳶䍶䘨 㘅䛆 㾚㽃㥾㥾 㘅䛆 㘅 䎰䬨㳶㐃㽃㢃㤿䬨㔿㘅㔿㼆 㢃䒊㥾䒊㐃㘅㔿㼆 䩰㽃㳶䒊䓜䛆䘨 㢃㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿䒊㳶䩰 㢃䒊㥾䒊㐃㘅㔿㼆 㘅䓜㐃㿡䬨㔿䒊㐃㼆䘨 䍓䬨㔿㢃㘅㐃䒊䬨㳶䛆䘨 䛆㐃㔿㘅㐃㽃䩰䒊㽃䛆䘨 㘅 㢃㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿 䬨䍓 㘅㥾㥾㿹
㳶䒊
㤿㐃䬨
㿡㽃㐃
㘅㼆㥾㽃㘅㔿䍶
㥾䋯㽃㘅㽃㔿㳶䛆
䤿㽃
䬨㘅䩰㢃㳶
㐃㿡㽃
㐃㽃㳶
䒊䛆
㽃䒊䒊㕰㳶㵝
䬨㾚㥾㿹䍶㔿
䦮㘅䍶㥾㼆䘨 㐃㿡㽃 㵝㘅䛆㐃 䛆䒊㐃䓜㘅㐃䒊䬨㳶 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶 䒊䛆 㐃䓜㔿㒃䓜㥾㽃㳶㐃㧈 䛆䓜䎰㿡 㘅 㕰䒊㵝䒊㳶㽃 䋯㽃㳶㽃㔿㘅㥾 䒊䛆 㐃㔿㘅㤿㤿㽃䍶 䬨䓜㐃䛆䒊䍶㽃 㐃㿡㽃 䍓䬨㔿䎰㽃 㒃䓜䍓䍓㽃㔿 㳥䬨㳶㽃 䬨㳶 㐃㿡㽃 㳶䬨㔿㐃㿡㽃㔿㳶 㒃䬨㔿䍶㽃㔿 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃 㡰䓜㔿䙋䒊䎰 㘅㳶䍶 䥶䒊㳶䩰 䘍䬨䓜㳶㐃㔿㼆䘨 䓜㳶㘅㒃㥾㽃 㐃䬨 䛆㐃㽃㤿 䒊㳶㐃䬨 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶 — 䬨㳶 㐃㿡㘅㐃 䍶㘅㼆䘨 㿡䒊䛆 㢃㘅㔿㐃䒊㘅㥾 㘅㔿㐃䛆 㾚㽃㔿㽃 䛆㽃㵝㽃㔿㽃㥾㼆 㾚㽃㘅䙋㽃㳶㽃䍶䘨 㵝䒊㐃㘅㥾䒊㐃㼆 䍶㽃㤿㥾㽃㐃㽃䍶䘨 䕷㔿㽃㘅䙋䒊㳶䩰 䟩㔿㢃㼆 㘅㳶䍶 䬨㐃㿡㽃㔿䛆 䎰㿡䬨䛆㽃 㘅 㤿㥾㘅䎰㽃 䛆䓜䍓䍓䒊䎰䒊㽃㳶㐃㥾㼆 䛆㘅䍓㽃 㐃䬨 㥾㽃㐃 䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜 㘅㵝䬨䒊䍶 㢃㘅䩟䬨㔿 㒃㘅㐃㐃㥾㽃䛆 㘅㳶䍶 䎰䬨㳶䍓㥾䒊䎰㐃䛆㿹
䕷䓜㐃 㐃㿡㽃 䩰䬨䬨䍶㾚䒊㥾㥾 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㘅㐃 䍶㘅㼆 㿡㘅䛆 㳶䬨㾚 㒃㽃䎰䬨㢃㽃 㘅 㒃䓜㔿䍶㽃㳶 㘅㳶䍶 䬨㒃䛆㐃㘅䎰㥾㽃㿹
㘅㵝㐃䛆
㳶㽃䬨
㐃㥾㾚㿡䒊䛆
㾚䬨㔿㥾䍶
㡰㽃㿡
㽃㒃
䋯㽃㽃㳶㔿㿹㥾㘅
㳶㘅䍶
㐃䒊㿡㾚
㾚䛆㥾㔿䒊䛆
㾚㿡㽃㽃㼆㽃㔿㔿㵝䘨㽃
䬨䛆㐃㢃㔿䛆㧈
䛆䒊㘅䒊㐃㳶䓜㐃䬨
㘅䘨㳶㔿㽃䬨㿡㐃
䒊㐃䛆㳶䍶㽃㔿㽃㔿㘅
䒊㡰㿡䍶㔿
䒊䒊㽃㕰㳶㵝
㿡㐃㽃
䒊䛆
㐃䛆㒃㘅㐃㥾㽃
䒊㳑
㐃㿡䩰䒊㳶䩰䍓䒊
㐃㐃㥾㒃㘅㽃
㘅㐃䍓㔿㽃
㔿㾚䘨䬨䬨㤿㥾㥾㿡䒊
㐃㽃㿡
㾚䬹䓜㽃㳶䩰
㼆䋯䓜㘅㳶䒊
㘅
㳶䒊
㿡㽃㽃㔿
䬨㳶㥾㼆
㽃㥾䙋䒊
㔿䒊䎰䍓㽃㽃
䎰㘅㳶
䥶䓜㽃
䒊㿡㾚㐃
㡰㿡㽃 㳑䒊 䥚䓜㘅㳶 㕰䒊㵝䒊㳶㽃 䦮㤿㽃㘅㔿 䬨䍓㐃㽃㳶 㔿㽃䛆䬨㳶㘅㐃㽃䛆 㘅㐃 㳶䒊䩰㿡㐃䘨 䛆㽃㽃㢃䒊㳶䩰㥾㼆 䒊㳶 㘅䎰䎰䬨㔿䍶 㾚䒊㐃㿡 䒊㐃䛆 㢃㘅䛆㐃㽃㔿’䛆 䓜㳶㼆䒊㽃㥾䍶䒊㳶䩰 㔿㽃䛆㽃㳶㐃㢃㽃㳶㐃㿹
㡰㿡䒊䛆 㐃䒊㢃㽃䘨 㐃㿡㽃 㾚䬨㔿䍶䛆 㪅䬨䒊㳶䒊㳶䩰 㐕䬨㔿䎰㽃䛆 䒊䩰㳶䒊㐃㽃䍶 㘅㥾㥾 㐃㿡㽃 䛆䓜㤿㤿㔿㽃䛆䛆㽃䍶 㽃㢃䬨㐃䒊䬨㳶䛆 㘅㳶䍶 㘅㢃㒃䒊㐃䒊䬨㳶䛆 䬨䍓 㐃㿡㽃䛆㽃 㼆㽃㘅㔿䛆 㘅㥾㥾 㘅㐃 䬨㳶䎰㽃㧈 䒊䍓 䒊㐃 㾚㽃㔿㽃 㐃㿡㽃 䥶䓜㽃 䬹㽃㳶䩰㾚䓜 䒊㳶 㿡䒊䛆 㽃㘅㔿㥾㼆 㐃㾚㽃㳶㐃䒊㽃䛆䘨 㿡㽃 㾚䬨䓜㥾䍶 㿡㘅㵝㽃 㘅㥾㔿㽃㘅䍶㼆 㤿䬨䓜㳶䍶㽃䍶 㐃㿡㽃 㒃㘅㔿䛆 㘅㳶䍶 㿡䬨㾚㥾㽃䍶 㘅㐃 㐃㿡㽃 䛆䙋㼆㿹
㐃㿡㽃
㔿䩰㽃㘅㐃
䍓䬨
㾚䬨㳶
䍶㔿㿹䬨㘅䎰㢃㳶㢃㽃
㐃㽃㔿㽃㐃㿹䛆㥾
㐃䬨
䍓䬨
䍶㽃㐃㽃㢃㤿㽃㔿
㿡䛆㐃䒊
㐃㿡㽃
㳶㢃㢃㽃䬨㐃䘨
㿡㽃
䛆㘅䎰㥾㢃
㘅䍶㳶
㘅
䒊㢃㳶䍶
㢃㐃㥾㽃㳶㘅
㽃㿡
䒊䛆㿡
㐃䕷䓜
㿡㐃㽃
㐃㐃㘅䛆㽃
䬨㐃䒊㳶
䒊䒊㽃䎰䓜䛆䒊㵝䛆䛆䍶㐃
䘨㽃䍓䒊㥾
㥾㾚䛆䬨㼆㥾
㽃㳶㤿䳛㽃䒊㔿䍶䎰㽃㽃
㿡䛆㘅
㳶㒃㳶䒊㳶㽃䩰䒊䩰
䩰䒊㽃㒃㳶䛆
䟩㐃
䬨䍓
㘅䍶㔿㽃
䍓㔿䬨㢃
㐃㽃㿡
㳑䒊 䋯䓜㘅㳶㼆䒊’䛆 㿡㘅㳶䍶㾚㔿䒊㐃䒊㳶䩰 㿡㘅䛆 㒃㽃䎰䬨㢃㽃 㢃䬨㔿㽃 䛆㽃㔿㽃㳶㽃䘨 㔿㽃䎰䬨䓜㳶㐃䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃 㽃㵝㽃㳶㐃䛆 䬨䍓 㐃㿡䒊䛆 㤿㽃㔿䒊䬨䍶 㾚䒊㐃㿡 㘅 㤿㥾㘅䒊㳶 㐃䬨䓜䎰㿡䘨 㢃㽃㳶㐃䒊䬨㳶䒊㳶䩰 㐃㿡㽃 䍶㽃㘅㐃㿡 䬨䍓 㭐䬨㥾䍓 䛠䒊㳶䩰 䘍㿡㽃㳶 㐕䓜㒃䒊 㘅㳶䍶 㐃㾚䬨 䩰㔿㽃㘅㐃 㒃㘅㐃㐃㥾㽃䛆 䬨䍓 㪅䒊㘅㳶䩰 䦮䓜䘨 㐃㘅㥾䙋䒊㳶䩰 㘅㒃䬨䓜㐃 㐃㿡㽃 㽃䳛㤿㽃㔿䒊㽃㳶䎰㽃䛆 㘅㳶䍶 㐃㔿㘅㳶䛆䍓䬨㔿㢃㘅㐃䒊䬨㳶䛆 䬨䍓 䕩䒊㘅䬨 㭐䓜㥾䒊㘅㳶䩰䘨 䘍㿡㽃㳶 㭐㽃㳶㢃䒊㘅㳶䘨 㘅㳶䍶 䬨㐃㿡㽃㔿䛆㿹㿹