Golden Palace.

The atmosphere was so depressing and dead silent.

The ministers felt a thrill in their hearts. After the thrill, they felt endless guilt.

In the end-of-day beacons where mountains and rivers collapse, they were in high positions and had no choice but to eat. In the corner where the people of Shenzhou were almost forgotten, a group of unknown martyrs always defended the soul of the vast China.

If there was no sudden surge in national fortune over the past decades and no Gao Chaoen died in the Western Regions, they would even question whether the man was real.

But when they heard Gu Changan fall from pain and despair, and his soul wandering in the lonely territory, they deeply knew that it was not an omnipotent god, but a flesh and blood body!

It is precisely because of people that they bring unparalleled shock and make the palace cry and sad.

The demon monster in the barbarians' mouth was just an ordinary person at first, and the cage that guarded the territory forced him to do this!

After a brief quietness in the palace.

Pei Jingshu's tears fell down, she wiped the tears and looked at the rice paper and suddenly smiled:

"Actually, Gu Changan was very naughty when he was a child. He often teased the white-haired old men on the top of the city. One day, Mrs. Guo was hung on the city tower and whipped it with a whip. That day, all the old men in the city made fun of Changan's butt eggs bloomed."

The empress's red eyes lit up slightly, and a funny scene could not be helped in her mind.

The civil and military officials were so sad that they couldn't help laughing.

"For example, when he was thirteen years old, he was alone against a hundred barbarians. He was covered by the corpses of barbarians. The white-haired old man was so scared that his face was pale. He shook and suddenly a middle finger came up. Chang'an laughed and deceived you.

It's right."

“…”

"When he was twenty years old, Chang'an said that the flowers were passed on by the Jiegu. Now the flowers are in his hands. It feels great to possess them alone. He also said that Kucha City is sunny and quiet."

A hoarse voice sounded in the hall.

Pei Jingshu read in one breath without any suffocation, but tears appeared in her eyes again.

The more plain and even relaxed the words, the more they abused her!

She seemed to witness the growth of a man.

It was too early to be sensible when I was young, and I tried every means to make the old man happy.

When he was young, he was full of energy and wanted to learn from Chen Qingzhi, the Southern Dynasty, to avoid white robes, but he rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, but he could not change his relatives after all.

The most painful thing in the world is separation from life and death. How cruel is it to him who grew up eating a hundred families of food to experience this every day?

"Stop thinking..."

Suddenly, the empress's choking sound came from the imperial throne.

She was afraid to enter the desperate world for the next three years, and her spirit could not be confused. She wanted to welcome the Western Regions War in the best condition!

"I'm sorry, I don't even have the courage to hear it."

"I will be qualified to listen to your details on behalf of the people on behalf of you."

The empress murmured to herself.

The ministers were exhausted, and Li Lian tried his best to avoid using sad styles, but they could no longer bear it!

Xu Ting sighed a long time ago. He claimed to be a stern heart, but when he heard the three words "Stop reading", he couldn't help feeling relieved.

Yes, he also has no courage.

The massacre of tens of thousands of troops alone is enough to make the people of China excited. The heroic epic with one arm holding the sky in the dark is also enough to awaken the shaky spiritual beliefs of the Central Plains.

Gu Chang'an gave everything, not to make the people of the world feel miserable and pitiful, but to cheer up the nation! He raised his head and looked at the arrogant barbarians!

When the Western Regions are victorious, we will show the world three years of dark and desperate struggle.

Let the common people understand how hard-earned this victory is. That man has experienced all the sufferings in the world at this moment.

Pei Jingshu closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly opened it and looked at the end of the rice paper, not daring to read the written records about three years.

"Your Majesty, Li Lian said there is a partition on the letter paper." She walked from Danqian to the imperial throne.

"You copy it first, then wash it with ink." The empress's voice was hoarse.

Pei Jingshu's expression was frozen, and she still had to watch it in the end.

After a moment of silence, he walked to the side of the Yu'an, leaned over and held his pen, and copied the contents of the letter.

She saw that when Gu Chang'an was most desperate, there were despicable surrenders dancing to the barbarians to entertain the place where Anxi Yinghun had been holding for 63 years.

There has never been such a moment, Pei Jingshu felt that holding a pen was a kind of soul torture, which made her feel in pain!

Looking at Jingshu, who was crying and trembling all over, the empress's eyes were sore, she knew that it was the most tragic three years in the glorious history.

The Golden Palace was as silent as a tomb cellar, with no sound at all, only Pei Daizhao couldn't help crying.

Liu Shang clenched his fists tightly, and his teeth creaked. He kept praying that Chang'an would be alive, but what was the price of living?

"Okay." Pei Jingshu's eyes were red and swollen, and she took out the thin paper from the partition.

There are dense names squeezed into a pile.

"Guo Xin, the ancestral home of Huazhou, killed 71 people and died in battle and died for his country."

"Cheng Mazi, whose ancestral home is Yangzhou, killed twenty-nine people, was captured but refused to surrender, and died of torture."

"Gu Min, ancestral home in Chang'an, killed Manjiu, died in battle and died for his country."

“…”

"Your Majesty, the list of Anxi's heroic souls." She said a few words, her voice was hoarse and chaotic.

"Investigate household registration and reward the descendants of Anxi heroic souls." The empress did not hesitate.

There was a silence in the palace.

After more than 60 years, after several chaotic rule by emperors, the Central Plains fell apart and it was difficult to find out their household registration.

What's more, Anxi Yinghun was not just from the Tang Dynasty, they came from all over the Shenzhou.

"The list will be spread across China and will be coordinated and identified by Liu Shang. It will neither teach history without any trace nor make the descendants of Anxi feel upset."

Xu Ting suggested.

"Okay." The empress nodded slightly, as if her emotions had not been adjusted back. Her mind was full of a lonely person watching over the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

She stood up from the throne, her pale cheeks gradually became clear, and her voice was slow and firm:

"The Central Plains have been marching hard for decades in the dark history of internal and external troubles. Today, Anxi's heroic soul shines with a hint of glory."

"This is definitely not the last ray of light, but the dawn of hope!"

"The dawn will lead the Central Plains out of the darkness, and the torches of resistance must burn all over the land of Shenzhou!"

"I will carry the coffin to go out to war, either win or die!"

The Golden Palace is silent.

When the Supreme Lord of Nine Five said the four words of carrying a coffin to go out, the shock reached the heart and the ministers were terrified.

Xu Ting's deep eyes could not hide his horror. The emperor's words were all the same as the most solemn palace, and it was irreversible if he put it into words.

Carry the coffin and go on a war!

"I beg your Majesty to think about the country." A purple-robed official came out in fear and spoke out with a grief.

After the Anshi Rebellion, more than a dozen emperors of Li Tang were undoubtedly the best today. They must not take risks easily. The Western Regions will surely usher in the rage of barbarians.

"The Political Affairs Hall will write an edict and will be passed on to the world today!" The empress was determined.

The purple-robed official wanted to speak but stopped, but eventually he turned around and retreated back to the queue.

The ministers were silent, and no one refuted the holy intention.

At the beginning, just a premonition, Your Majesty wanted to send 10,000 elite troops. Now it is confirmed that there is still territory of the Tang Dynasty and a legendary hero who shocked the past and the present. How could he hesitate?

What's more.

An unprecedented epic legend awakened their long-silent blood.

If you dare to rush towards the vast China alone, how can you be afraid of the barbarians?

After being bullied by barbarians for decades, it’s time for Zhongyuan to fight back!

Liu Shang's eyes were filled with tears again, and An Xi Yinghun was waiting for this moment. Although it was sixty-three years late, it was enough to go there.

A scene he often imagines in his dreams will also appear in the future. Millions of troops from the Central Plains are coming to the Western Regions. Looking at the city of blood mist, the sound shook the sky:

"go home!"

No matter how much suffering you have experienced, it will become meaningful.

The staff member of Zhe Lansu, who had been ignored, was frightened. The time for the Lord to surrender was wrong. The 13,000 elite soldiers who had been preserved after repeated destruction of their dignity were probably the ones who would take the lead in the charge in the Western Regions.

"How?" The Empress suddenly looked at him.

The staff member tampered with his teeth and said "yes".

This is the treatment of surrender. If you are defeated, the Lord will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame and become a laughing stock for future generations.
To be continued...