"Your Majesty can rest assured now." Mr. Ya reached out to support the white-haired man. It turned out that the person who had been in contact with Daliang many times and claimed to be the envoy was the Pope himself.

Mr. Ya: "Although there are countless deviations in the middle, the final result does not waste your time and energy here at least."

The Pope looked at the hideous group of sea monsters on the ocean, with a quiet and joyless face, as if not only wasn't very happy, but also had some indescribable compassion and melancholy.

"It's too early to say the result." The Pope said, "Fate is a very mysterious thing. A person's fate cannot be predicted, let alone a country? Perhaps only God knows it."

Mr. Ya: "For example, that idiot, Calais, couldn't help but reveal that matter to Gu Yun in advance?"

Calais Yinghuo hated Gu Yun, the last Gu family, too much. He had nothing left in his entire life except this little hatred. He had long abandoned the dignity of the wolf king and became a mad dog with no overall view. In his opinion, as long as he could attack Gu Yun, he would not care about anyone's deployment. But they had no way to cooperate with this mad dog. The hatred that had been entangled between the Eighteen Divisions and the Central Plains for generations was too deep, and the power that the goddess stayed in the capital back then was too important.

"I really admire that Gu Yun," Mr. Ya sighed. "If I were him, I might not have done anything, but he actually handled those things quietly. Otherwise, the facts we found today would definitely be crazier than they are now. The troops stationed in various places might have... what do they call that? "Clear the Lord's side"?"

Pope: "The effect is not ideal, but there is no way. Time flies. We have no choice. Jacques, all of us are trapped beasts, looking for a way to survive, either devouring others or being swallowed by others. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at this huge and rich herbivore. We must take a step forward, otherwise we may not have the power to fight in three to five years."

Mr. Ya looked at the vast sea, with water far and near, and the sea and sky were the same. He was puzzled and said: "Your Majesty, if this was just a herbivore, why should we pull out its minions so deliberately?"

"Carnivorous or herbivorous, not by size and minions," the pope murmured, "You have to see if it is greedy, whether it has a heart that desires to swallow and bite... Have you smelled this smell?"

Mr. Ya was stunned. The purple gold with high purity was almost odorless when it burned. Perhaps only Gu Yun and the dog could smell it. He asked tentatively: "Is Your Majesty talking about... the fishy smell of sea water?"

"It's the smell, child," the pope whispered, "if there is a devil, it is undoubtedly this small mineral, the blue-purple flame, which ignited this damn time from the day it broke out of the ground, and it turned the children of God into the heart of the iron monster."

Isn’t the machine that burns purple and flows gold artificial?

Mr. Ya shrugged without refuting, but he was somewhat dissatisfied.

The pope no longer explained, he just lowered his head and began to kiss the ring with the scepter drawn on his hand, making a simple prayer.

"Please forgive me," he said softly, "Please forgive me."

At this time, a cluster of blue signal fire suddenly appeared from the front-end sea dragon vanguard, rushing straight into the sky.

Mr. Ya's eyes seemed to have a fire. He barely suppressed it, but for a moment he still couldn't suppress his excitement: "Your Majesty, it's about to start!"

It was the eighth day of April in the seventh year of Long'an.

On the third day after Anding Hou Gu Yun moved from the Hot Spring Villa to the Imperial Capital Heavenly Prison.

The prison was quite cool and gloomy. Fortunately, the coldness gradually faded after the spring of the imperial capital, and it was already very warm. The haystacks in the prison cell were a little softer than camp beds. It would not be uncomfortable to live for a few days, so Gu Yun just regarded it as a cooldown.

There was silence around him, and there was not even a prisoner who could chat and brag together. The prisoners were all iron golems and could not speak. This was the innermost room in the Heavenly Prison. Those who were not royal relatives, kings, princes, generals and ministers were not allowed to enter, and even the commander of the Beida Camp was not qualified.

The last person who was qualified to be locked up here was the emperor's brother King Wei. Gu Yun enjoyed single-room treatment and had to stay alone.

But even if someone chatted with him, he couldn't hear it. The medicine he hurriedly drank before leaving had already passed the medicine. The color of the small mole on his eyes and earlobes was almost invisible. He didn't carry the glass mirror on his body. He could barely count his fingers when he opened his eyes, and the footsteps of the iron golem coming in were vaguely heard.

Of course, all the iron tools on his body were searched, but Gu Yun was not helpless.

He has a secret that he didn't know - it was a game he played with Shen Yi when he was very young. Who could unload small parts from the puppets of the Marquis' mansion as fast as possible? The two naughty children gathered together to study how to dismantle the iron puppets of the Marquis' mansion guarding the door. Shen Yi once couldn't dodge. When he was doing bad things, he was mistakenly judged as an enemy by the iron puppets and swung them directly into the room, almost losing his life. Of course, Gu Yun could not escape the old marquis' beating.

The bloody lesson did not make Gu Yun remember, but became more and more courageous. They studied it repeatedly for a long time and believed that there must be such a method of being able to move one finger at a time, just like stealing a wallet, and then rubbing a piece of the parts.

Later I found that there were places that could be removed, but it was limited to the irrelevant places such as the mask of the iron monster and the logo on his arm, so Gu Yun never had time to release this unique skill.

But now I finally have a chance to use it.

When the iron golem prison guard was delivering food the day before, Gu Yun quickly reached out and grabbed it while it was putting the food box, and easily touched away the numbered brand that was a little rusty on the iron golem's elbow-

He ground the iron sheet thinly on the stone, first pried open the shackles on his hands and feet, stretched out his long laziness, then cut a piece of bed sheet and weaved a rope, caught a little mouse and kept it next to him, saving two bites for it to eat for each meal, and having nothing to do with the mouse.

That matter was deliberately found out by someone who was interested. Gu Yun knew that when he was secretly investigating five years ago, he wiped out some fatal evidence, but did not touch Wu He. First, he was just an old dog who was breathing. Second,... he was probably not without selfishness, and he was really unwilling to eliminate the unforgettable truth without leaving any left.

Gu Yun admitted that this was his improper handling of things. If he had been half as calm and smooth as he was now, he would have understood that either he should have collected those things and put them out when the time is right, and simply turned them back. Or he should have made up his mind to destroy all the past, bury the past in the past, and never let them see the light of day again.

He shouldn't hesitate when he should be decisive.

Just like the Yuan and the late emperor, if he was not so hesitant, Gu Yun should be no longer in the world, and there must be another kind of peace.

Gu Yun didn't know what would happen in the future, nor did he know whether the fledgling Chang Geng could really stabilize the morale of the four directions, but he was in the prison and was useless to worry, so he had to relax and accumulate energy first.

Later, the mouse found out that the man was so annoying that he felt that he was annoyed and could not hide, so he simply pretended to be dead and refused to pay attention to him.

The little marquis, who was not welcomed by the cat, had to sit against the wall and meditate without doing anything. It felt like the mouse's attitude was similar to that of Chang Geng when he was a child.

Gu Yun thought of Chang Geng endlessly, but couldn't help but sigh, turned the iron piece on his fingertips into a windmill, and sighed to the mouse: "He might as well think I'm making trouble for him every day."

The mouse gave him a round butt.

Gu Yun took a deep breath and stubbornly removed this distraction. He reached out and pulled the moldy broken blanket on the haystack without any particularity, put it on his body, closed his eyes and rested.

Only by maintaining the spirit can we face the hardships of the future.

No one could make a noise about the semi-deafness in the prison, and Gu Yun fell asleep quickly. He had a dream in the cold musty smell.

Gu Yun dreamed that he was lying on his back under a huge guillotine, and the blade weighing more than a thousand pounds was pressed on his chest, bit by bit with flesh and bones, breaking him alive with one knife and two swords. He was broken with his body and limbs, and only a wound on his chest was so painful that he scratched his heart and liver. He was in his ears with messy crying sounds, cannons, howlings like crying in the border town and the sound of a wandering silk-blooded sound of a hujia intermittently and out of tune...

He was split open by the guillotine, but there was no blood in the wound. Instead, a signal arrow fell out, roaring into the sky with a sharp roar, causing the mountains and rivers to thunder.

Gu Yun suddenly woke up with a muffled groan, and the old wound in his chest hurt inexplicably. The sharp sound of the signal arrow in the dream, which was extremely penetrating, was wandering around his ears, and it formed a unique tinnitus.

There seemed to be a strange sense between him and his Xuan Iron Camp. That night, the first ominous signal arrow on the ancient Silk Road garrison in the Western Regions exploded in the night sky.

The emergency battle report arrived in the capital a day later. Xuanying was left with only one leg left. He breathed a sigh of relief. After arriving at the panicked Beidaying, he didn't have time to say a word and died when he landed on the ground.

Two hours later, the attack on the Xuantie Camp in the Western Regions shocked the court and the public.

News of the capital city incident came out, He Ronghui led his men to siege the Northwest Protectorate. As soon as he left, Kucha Kingdom used 160 sand tigers to forcibly bombard the Xuanqi patrol camp at the entrance of the Western Regions.

The chariot Shahu is the biggest nemesis of the light fur iron cavalry. For a moment, the smoke and dust were hustle and flames were like a curtain. The war horses neighed and died, and the iron cavalry fell in pieces.

But the Xuan Iron Camp is the Xuan Iron Camp after all. After a moment of chaos, he immediately reacted and Xuan Jia pressed forward without hesitation. After receiving the news, He Ronghui immediately led Xuan Ying back and made a quick decision to directly cut off the Sand Tiger's support from the air - the giant tank was extremely fuel-consuming. Once the supply was interrupted, it would immediately be a pile of scrap copper and iron.

But the knocking sand tiger was not bluffing. Behind him, as everyone was worried, there were tens of thousands of troops facing the sky.

The foreigners in the garrison of all countries, the Western Regions who had been invading the rebellion, and even the Indians who had been taking advantage of the situation... even more than they thought. Even if there were a mob, there were still "spreaders". The sand tiger was on the side, and the Black Iron Camp could only use heavy armor to harden the head, and soon reached the point where both sides began to compete for purple and flowing gold.

He Ronghui urgently opened up the inventory of Ziliujin in the Western Regions camp. When he saw it, he realized that the inventory was already in short supply. When Emperor Long'an thoroughly investigated the smuggling of Ziliujin, Gu Yun had to suspend the hidden line in his hand. The share allocated by the imperial court to the Xuantie Camp was only enough to maintain daily patrols, and he could not cope with such a sudden outbreak of large-scale battles.

He Ronghui sent people to allocate, and the way to allocate purple gold was blocked again - the news that Marquis Anding was imprisoned had spread, and no one could explain the specific situation clearly. At this time, people were panic and there were all kinds of propaganda. At this critical moment, who dared to allocate purple gold to the Xuantie Camp without beating the drum?

What if they were going to kill the capital and rebel?

He Ronghui had to send Xuanying to Beijing on the one hand, and on the other hand, he went to the Northern Xinjiang City Defense Forces to seek help. However, the commander Shang set out, and the eighteen tribes outside the Northern Xinjiang Pass suddenly launched an attack. The news that the wolf king Galai Yinghu went south to fight in person was smashed with a "boom".

After five years of stability, the iron wall has turned upside down.

Calais Yinghuo carried tens of thousands of elite soldiers, thousands of heavy armor, and even had a "eagle" that was hard to defend against. It was larger than the Xuanying and had stronger lethality. It bit the northern border defense that stretched for thousands of miles and could not lose its tail.

The northwest fell into disguise. Without the order from the commander Anding Hou, the commander, the Xuantie Camp did not dare to take a step back even if it was killed until the last person. He Ronghui struggled for three days and two nights, and his military was at its bottom. The magic weapon built by the three generations was about to be lost.

And at this moment, Chang Geng's messenger finally arrived.

This highness, who is far away in the capital of Gyeonggi, has no visible mountains and no water, and has brought Gu Yun's private seal to imitate Gu Yun's handwriting perfectly.

He handed him two letters to the messenger in total - if the border was still stable, he would hand him the first letter so that He Ronghui would not have to worry about the court, whether it was the black market or other means, he would immediately secretly fill the gold in the Western Regions of Ziliu, repair the army armor, and prepare for a battle at any time.

In case the border has changed, he will hand over the second letter to He Ronghui, asking him not to defend or fight, quickly shrink his troops and retreat two hundred miles eastward to within Jiayuguan, waiting for reinforcements.

The enemy hiding in the dark had already taken action. It was undoubtedly too late to take action at this time. Chang Geng did not have a Xuan Eagle in his hand. The people who could contact the wooden birds on Linyuan Pavilion were too limited. No matter whether he was in the sky or the ground was sinking, it was difficult for the messenger to arrive at the first time. Therefore, he imagined the worst case and tried his best to make up for the loss.

If the Western Regions change, the northern border will be difficult to survive alone. Therefore, while the Central Plains garrison General Cai Yan retreated, he would receive another letter from Changgeng, asking him to increase his troops to go north and as much as possible to draw the Zi Liujin, who had reserved heavily, to send him to Jiayuguan to solve the urgent problem.

But Chang Geng knew in his heart that if something really happened, this deployment was far from enough.

He could not control the 100,000 mountains in the southwest. Although Shen Yi was there, he was the airborne commander and had no foundation. It was impossible to dispatch troops without beating the drum. The Jiangnan navy on the front line of the East China Sea was even more heartbreaking, because General Zhao Youfang was Li Feng's man and could not mobilize Gu Yun's private seal.

Chang Geng had a premonition that even if he could put out the fires in other places in a difficult situation, there would definitely be a fatal blow hidden in the vast ocean of the East China Sea.

The bad news from Xuanying really confirmed his worst idea. Chang Geng took a deep breath and released the last wooden bird. He turned around and had a few blood blisters at the corner of his mouth and said, "Prepare horses, I want to enter the palace."

Just at the gate of the palace, Chang Geng was stopped by Monk Leran. Leran was covered in dust, but his face was still quiet, as if one hundred thousand were anxious to transform into his neat incense scar and was dispersed by a Buddha's name.

Mingran: "Amitabha, the Fourth Prince..."

Chang Geng interrupted him indifferently: "Master, don't say much. I went to the palace to ask for my life, not to force the palace."

Leran's expression changed slightly, and he gestured: "I believe that Your Highness has such a measure."

"I'm not responsible," said the fourth prince who was so proud that he tore his gentle face and said bluntly, "From the Qinling Mountains, the southeast and southwest areas are not under control. Even if I can kill Li Feng on the spot, I can't deal with the current chaos. Moreover, no one can succeed the throne at the moment. The eldest son of the emperor is only nine years old, and the queen is simply a sick person who is not good at using it. Zixi's reputation is not right, I..."

He sneered: "I am the son of the Northern Barbarian Fairy Girl."

Mingran looked at him with concern.

"Master, don't worry, I am a poisonous creature. If I were a little willful, I might have started to harm the country and the people. Haven't I done nothing yet?" Chang Geng's expression faded again, "It's not the time for these to be said. Foreign enemies have been invading for a long time. This matter has not been over yet, but they reacted too quickly. I suspect that there are even enemies in the palace around Li Feng. Are there anyone who can use Linyuan Pavilion in the palace?"

Mingran looked solemn and gestured, "Your Highness means..."

Chang Geng: "This matter involves the old case twenty years ago, and it must be inseparable from the Northern Barbarians. Check the people who the two Northern Barbarian women had contacted in the palace back then - anyone, the Northern Barbarian witches are good at poisoning and have many messy methods. Don't let go of any clues."

When he said "those two northern barbarian women", his voice was calm, as if he was someone who had nothing to do with him.

"I should have thought it was strange," Chang Geng whispered, "Li Feng let the Calais return to the mountain so easily, and the background was not simple, but it was a pity..."

Unfortunately, he was too young back then, and his fists were so big that he could only hold a little worry about a young man who left his hometown.

"If I had been born ten years earlier..." Chang Geng suddenly said.

Yueran's eyelids twitched.

Chang Geng paused in words: "The world is definitely not the world."

Gu Yun will never let go either.
To be continued...