Chang'an.

In the imperial study, the green gauze of the window sways in the wind.

The empress in a phoenix skirt stood in front of the window, her beautiful face exuding confusion.

She had never seen the man in the portrait, and the civil and military officials in the Golden Palace were also confused.

"Your Majesty, maybe the magician of the screen was wrong." Pei Jingshu glanced at the portrait on the Yu'an.

"Can she do it?" the empress looked sideways.

Pei Jingshu immediately rejected the idea of ​​doubt.

Since the revival of spiritual energy, Li Ping has been the most talented astrological master in Shenzhou, and his ancestor was Li Chunfeng, who was regarded as the national teacher by Taizong.

"Who are you? Where are you? What have you done?" After three questions in a row, the empress's red lips slightly fluttered, her eyes dazed.

Pei Jingshu remained silent.

At the moment she received the news, she saw His Majesty with a long-lost smile for the first time, as if the glow of light had dispelled the haze that had lasted for many years.

The Anshi Rebellion has been around for decades, and the fate of the Tang Dynasty has only plummeted, which is the only time to rise.

"Transfer the order, search within the territory, and carefully reach every village." The empress's voice was clear and clear.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes firm:

"If it is a hermit, I would like to learn from Liu Bei's visit to the cottage three times and invite him with sincere etiquette."

"If I don't want to be loyal to Li Tang, I can draft an edict and send him to a stage where I am willing to show my talents."

"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu frowned.

The empress's delicate and elegant jade cheeks were without any emotion, and she said softly:

"Central Plains civilization is facing disaster, how can I just focus on my private plans?"

Pei Jingshu wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said respectfully:

"Affect the order."

"Shu'er, I really want to know what he did to awaken the fate of a stagnant pool of national destiny."

The empress seemed to be talking to herself, and then turned her head and stared at the portrait in a daze.

Pei Jingshu did not respond. It was hard to say whether this man existed, but he did bring a glimmer of hope to the dark country of Tang Dynasty and a glimmer of spiritual comfort to the tired and numb Majesty.

...

A teahouse in Chang'an, a storyteller wakes up and slaps the table.

"When it comes to war god Xue Rengui stood under the flag of the flag in white, holding a halberd gun and shouting that the suicide squad was attacking. The brave soldiers of the Tang Dynasty fought for their lives, killing the Goryeo army trembled."

"We descendants of Yan and Huang have never lacked those who sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives. It is these unfortunate people who stand in front of us and never retreat."

The whole hall was silent.

The Ranger rose up and interrupted impatiently:

"The story from hundreds of years ago is all the stories from you, and I'm tired of hearing it!"

The tea guests nodded one after another, without any intention of giving the storyteller rewards.

What's the use of being addicted to the glory of the past? Isn't it that I was so overwhelmed by the alien barbarians that Western Shu lost 30% of its territory!

The people are in troubled times, so unfortunate. What I want to hear is the great heroes of the contemporary world, and they are the passionate feats that are unyielding in desperate situations!

The storyteller looks embarrassed and it is difficult to have something to eat.

Ranger said in a muffled voice:

"When will a hero come out? Let's talk about it for three days and three nights. With your clever mouth, you will be sure to earn two concubines!"

While talking, the sound of horse hooves in the street rumbled, and portraits floated into the shops on the street.

Everyone gathered around to watch the fun.

"Oh, I heard that it was him who helped increase the fortune of the Tang Dynasty, but the court had been searching all over the three states, but this person was not there."

"The thief is bullying others, so I'm so happy."

"Storyteller, if there is really this person, you're so excited that you can't stop talking."

The tea lovers talked to each other, and although they occasionally joked, their expressions still couldn't hide their disappointment.

...

In the distant Western Regions, the official residence of the sanctioners.

Yue Jiuling was leaning on a crutch, her rough palms were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and her face was covered with wrinkles, which looked more like ugly tree bark.

In just a few months, she was so old that she stepped into the coffin with half her foot.

The soul had long died in that lonely city, on the stack of ten thousand corpses.

"Monthly sanctions, have you decided?" Hu Yanjing looked serious with a dirtful look on his face.

"The inspector comes when he comes, and I intercept him halfway." Yue Jiuling's expressionless face.

"Kill the imperial envoy?" Hu Yanjing's Tong Kong suddenly shrank, and said with a stern voice:

"You dare to touch the imperial envoy for a hair, Yuezhi is rebelling!"

"Is your father scared?" Yue Jiuling sneered, his face shrugging like a hideous evil ghost.

The old witch was completely crazy... Hu Yanjing looked at her and said in a deep voice:

"Three great masters, 12,000 brave soldiers, one of the most powerful weapons of the empire. It is shameful and ridiculous to lose by month."

When he poked the pain, Yue Jiuling's old face twisted, and his palms trembled violently.

"Make a decision." Hu Yanjing looked cold and reminded again:

"You will be the only one who dies to protect Yuezhi for the time being. My father asked the wizard that massacres the people of the empire on a large scale for no reason will cause evil spirits, and evil spirits are best explained by the turmoil in the abyss."

Yue Jiuling was shaking all over and roaring with filial piety:

"Massacre, in the words of the Han slaves in the East, the crimes of the bamboo books in the South Mountain are endless, and the waves and evils in the East Sea are hard to be eliminated!"

Hu Yanjing sighed in his heart, what is the so-called old witch who was frightened by the empire compared to what his father did?

He forced his emotions to control his emotions and said slowly:

"In the face of interests, it doesn't matter whether you are cold or not, it is not an option at all."

"First, the massacre caused the evil spirit that led to the changes in the territory of seven thousand miles."

"Second, take the opportunity to eliminate those insiders. Your Yuezhi really can't bear to leave the thousand cavalry fleeing the battlefield and send them to the territory of Zhelansu, the northern part of the Mo River."

"Third, the bodies are stacked on the way to the lonely city. The inspector must be taboo to the evil spirit and eliminate the possibility of his investigation."

The atmosphere is as stiff as iron.

Yue Jiuling lowered her heavy eyelids. She agreed with Hu Yan's trick of covering her cover, and did not care about the lives of innocent civilians.

But she doesn't want to die!!

Once the massacre of civilians was carried out, her head would definitely be sacrificed.

The empire will surely swallow up the Central Plains of China, achieve the supreme divine kingdom, and rule the entire world!

As an eternal achievement, she fell off a cliff halfway up the mountain and fell to pieces?

No matter how dull Hu Yanjing was, he could see through the old witch's fear of death.

He could no longer suppress his anger and scolded him:

"Since ancient times, generals who have lost their troops should be punished and apologized. If you have a ten thousand army to deal with one person, do you still have the face to survive?"

"It is for your own good if you don't lift the cover. Once the lonely city is exposed, you will be dug up to throw the body after you die. The Yuezhi family is nailed to the empire's humiliation pillar!"

Yue Jiuling looked dull, suddenly threw away her crutch and collapsed on the ground and remained silent.

Hahahahaha, so ridiculous.

She actually died in front of two old dogs, Zhelan and Huyan.

It would be great if he had not taken over the letter of appointment at the beginning. If the Grand Master's fatal blow was not stopped on the battlefield, he should be drinking with Gu Hannu's head now.

"Take care for the Yuezhi family." Her face was ashamed.

Hu Yanjing breathed a sigh of relief and cut the railway line:

"Please don't worry about sanctions every month!"

The chain of interests is tied to death and has to be taken care of.

"Old man wants Han slaves to be dismembered, and old man wants Han slaves to go to the eighteen levels of hell!"

Yue Jiuling was almost like a pleading, and her voice was filled with indescribable resentment.

All sins should not be borne by her. They are the killing demon and the madman in the Central Plains!!

Hu Yanshou remained silent for a moment and said quietly:
To be continued...