Li Mi stood up suddenly, "Hurry up and find someone to get tonsured!"
Li Yuan sneered and said: "I originally have people, but you, a traitor, kill a group of people around me every now and then. You killed that person the year before last."
Li Mi: "..."
Han Shitou said: "Your Majesty, please go find me!"
"Go quickly!"
In this era, hair is probably the freest thing. It is preserved from birth to the last moment.
Therefore, there is no such thing as a barber.
Only in temples can there be a means of tonsure.
Han Shitou hurried out.
He glanced around, put his hand to his forehead to look at the sky, and then walked out of the palace.
When they arrived outside the palace, Sun Laoer was already waiting.
"What do you mean by signaling?"
Covering your forehead with your hands and looking at the sky, this is the signal of contact between the two people.
The sending of this signal is an urgent matter.
Han Shitou gave Sun Laoer a slap in the face and said hurriedly: "The false emperor and his son want to be ordained and escape to the temple in the city."
"This slave is guilty!" Sun Laoer covered his face, howled, and then whispered: "I'll arrest you when the time comes!"
"Bitch!" Han Shitou cursed, and then whispered: "Isn't it more satisfying to cut off the path of father and son step by step, and let them sit trapped in the palace, waiting for the last moment?"
"Yes, slave, I'll go right away!" Sun Laoer first apologized at the top of his lungs, and then whispered: "You are so cruel, but we like it!"
Han Shitou turned around, squinted at the palace inside, and whispered: "I hope your Majesty will also like it."
…
Back in the palace, the pseudo-emperor and his son were ready.
"Your Majesty, this servant has been sent away."
"good!"
…
There was a temple in Tongcheng. Sun Laoer knocked on the door and said to Zhike Monk: "Your Majesty has a nightmare, saying that if you are found guilty, you will be hunted down and killed."
The monk Zhike looked pale and asked, "What crime do we have?"
"How did we know?" Sun Laoer said: "When we heard the news, we came to report it as soon as possible. It is considered a good relationship. I just ask the Bodhisattva to protect us and escape this disaster. Let's go."
The monk Zhike said gratefully: "Thank you very much."
The army is just outside the city. In this battle, God knows who will be unlucky. The fate of the people in the palace is the most unpredictable. If the emperor gets jealous, he might be able to kill them all.
"Take care!" Zhike Monk went in and reported to the abbot.
"Bitter!" The abbot stamped his foot, "Let's go! We changed into secular clothes and wore a bamboo hat, let's go!"
…
Sun Laoer returned to the palace and reported breathlessly, "Your Majesty, all the people in the temple have escaped."
There was a large army outside the city, and the monks in the temple ran away in fear of the disaster. There was nothing wrong with that.
Li Mi, who was waiting anxiously, sat down slumped, "Is God trying to kill me?"
He suddenly raised his head and grabbed Li Yuan's shoulders, "You have always been cunning and scheming, but do you have a way? Yes, you must have a way, tell me quickly!"
Li Yuan's body was swayed back and forth by him, and he said dullly: "Now the army is sieging the city, there is no way. No more, no more..."
"Old dog, useless old dog!"
Li Mi cursed loudly.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Li Yuan suddenly laughed, "You are a traitor, you are a traitor, aren't all these your sins? Hahahaha!"
Laughter echoed in the hall.
…
In the camp five miles away from Tongcheng.
The emperor stood outside the tent, looked at the city in the distance with his hands behind his hands, and said: "When I was in Yuanzhou, I once heard a salesman say that there are dragons in Shu, and they flourish every five hundred years. The last time a dragon appeared in Shu was just right.
Five hundred years. Where is this dragon?"
Han Ji said: "This dragon is your Majesty."
The emperor smiled.
In Ning Yayun's eyes, every step of the emperor in front of her was a little heavy.
But shouldn't he be in an extremely happy mood at this time?
The great enemy was trapped in the city by him, and he must be in a state of panic and suffering at this moment.
At this point in your life, you should be happy.
But the emperor's footsteps seemed a little heavy, as if he was carrying countless things.
Wang Laoer and Tu Chang stood together. Wang Laoer gave Tu Chang a piece of dried meat from time to time. Tu Chang shook his head, Wang Laoer shook his head, and finally Tu Chang opened his mouth.
Pei Jian and his generals were patrolling the camp. When they saw the emperor, everyone saluted.
The old thief and his disciple Pan Zheng squatted together and muttered, wondering which nobleman they were thinking about.
Han Ji and He Lianrong smiled and talked together.
Qin Ze was urging the accompanying guards to reinforce the emperor's tent.
The soldiers were waiting for the rice to be cooked in an orderly manner...
There is something that makes people feel alive.
Wang Laoer shouted to the emperor: "Your Majesty, use me to attack the city tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow will be my death camp!"
Lan Jian had been in a low mood these past few days, but now he was smiling and competing with Wang Laoer for the chance to attack the city tomorrow.
This person has passed away, but the living must still live.
For yourself and for that man's wife and children.
This is people!
What about me?
The emperor suddenly burst into laughter.
"It's time to cook."
Someone is shouting.
Wang Laoer came to life immediately. He left his butcher's clothes and came to the emperor eagerly, "Your Majesty, they made a fat sheep earlier."
The emperor smiled and said: "Then get one!"
"Today, I will eat alone and get some drinks." The emperor entered the tent.
"Your Majesty won't cook?" Wang Laoer was a little disappointed.
Snap!
Tu Shang slapped him on the back of the head. Wang Laoer turned around and asked, "Why did you hit me?"
"That's Your Majesty, not the cook. Your Majesty cooks out of love."
Wang Laoer said plausibly: "But your Majesty and I have feelings for each other!"
The emperor returned to the tent and sat down, thinking of the word affection.
From the very beginning, my affection was with that family.
Later, many people...
Zhao Sanfu, Yan Cheng, the neighbors in that alley, especially the perverted old man opposite.
Yiniang, Cao Ying...
It was a little dark inside the tent, and the emperor sat there on his knees. Later, wine and food were brought in.
Drinking was not allowed in the army during the war, but everyone felt that the emperor wanted to drink wine to vent his hatred for many years.
"The late emperor has been gone for many years, and your majesty has endured it till now. Now you can be considered proud and proud."
"Yes! Father's hatred is irreconcilable."
Han Ji said: "I hope the late emperor can see this scene."
In the large tent, the emperor placed two wine glasses on the desk, one in front of him and one opposite him.
He filled two wine glasses with wine.
Raise a toast to each other.
"Aye, I respect you!"
The wine was slowly sprinkled on the ground.
…
It was night, and the emperor slept soundly.
Not a single dream.
Pei Jian got up very early. After getting up, he was going to patrol the camp.
Walking out of his tent, he saw Jiang Cunzhong coming out as well.
"Morning." Pei Jian nodded.
"Morning!" Jiang Cunzhong was a little embarrassed... He got up a quarter of an hour earlier than usual today.
"Excited?" Pei Jian asked.
"Some, more...a kind of relief." Jiang Cunzhong said, "The fight for many years is probably coming to an end. I feel a little reluctant to let go." He looked at Pei Jian, "What about you?"
"I am a little angry." Pei Jian said: "My father fought bloody battles for the Tang Dynasty for many years and was loyal, but he was forced to death by the false emperor and his son."
He did not mention Emperor Wu. At that time, Emperor Wu knew that his deadline was not far away, and was worried that his confidant general Pei Jiu would avenge him and trigger a civil war in the country, so he summoned him in a handwritten letter.
"Before my father came, he had a death wish." Pei Jian finally couldn't help it and mentioned Emperor Wu in a subtle way.
"Speaking of which, our soldiers and civilians in Northern Xinjiang have also been suppressed by the puppet emperor and his son for many years. Over the years, many people have fallen under the iron heel of Northern Liao because of this." Jiang Cunzhong said.
The old thief has arisen.
Tu Shang also started.
Han Ji and He Lianrong came side by side.
Everyone got up early today.
"Where is your Majesty?" Wang Laoer asked.
The emperor has risen.
He washed, practiced, and walked out of the tent.
Looking at the morning light on the horizon, he said: "Good weather!"
Han Ji said to He Lianrong: "The scouts came yesterday to report that all the cities after Tongcheng were not moving. Obviously they are not prepared to rescue the false emperor."
"They are waiting for the result of this battle. The poor monk can bet that those people have already prepared a confession and are waiting for the news that His Majesty has entered Tongcheng. They will send it immediately."
"Isn't it too late?"
"The world would rather be late than take risks."
"That's right. Those who dare to take risks are either outstanding people or crazy people."
"Back then, the pseudo-emperor launched a palace coup. What was that?"
"Look, I see, this is a lunatic!"
"Madman lost in power!"
The military camp gradually came to life.
…
"Go out of the city, find Yang Ni, and tell him that I am willing to flee overseas and never return to the Central Plains in this life."
Li Mi, who had not slept all night, had dark circles under his eyes and told the messenger.
The envoy's name is Qin Mao, and he is an old chamberlain who has been with him for many years.
"yes!"
Qin Mao took Li Mi's autographed letter to the top of the city, and the defenders put him down with a basket.
He just walked to the camp.
He didn't go far when he was intercepted by the scouts. Hearing that he was the messenger of the false emperor, the scouts freed up a horse and took him back.
The emperor is making breakfast.
"Your Majesty, there is a messenger named Qin Mao from the false emperor asking for an audience."
"Qin Mao?" The emperor stirred the meat in the clay pot, and the mutton smell mixed with the meat fragrance overflowed, making it very fragrant.
Yang Lue said in a deep voice: "This person is the confidant of the false emperor. When the late emperor was framed by the false emperor and his son, this person contributed a lot."
"knew."
The emperor stirred the broth and sniffed, "Cooking requires heat, and a good cook needs a lot of fire!"
When the mutton was ready, the emperor scooped a bowl himself, took a few pancakes, and sat on the mat handed to him by his loyal dog Uda, eating slowly.
Qin Mao, who was taken to the side, waited uneasily.
The whole camp was filled with the aroma of food.
Since the emperor scolded the cook, the quality of food in the army has skyrocketed, and the soldiers are eating heartily.
For a while, the only sounds of chewing and swallowing were heard.
After dinner.
"Assemble!" the general shouted.
The army began to gather.
"His Majesty!"
Uda brought the emperor's war horse.
The emperor mounted his horse, pointed at Qin Mao, and said, "Bring it here."
The two guards carried Qin Mao and followed him to the front.
The army gathered.
The emperor rode up to the front of the formation.
Said: "The false emperor and his son acted perversely, causing the world to become unstable. How many people were displaced, how many soldiers died unjustly, and how many people with lofty ideals had no way to serve the country. Today, I will lead you and others to attack Tongcheng..."
Choking!
The emperor drew his sword.
"People come!"
Two guards brought Qin Mao to the emperor's horse.
Qin Mao was already frightened out of his mind. When the emperor took one look at him, he peed and excreted.
"I am in need of a head to hold the flag, this head is very good!"
The sword was waved horizontally, the head fell to the ground, and was immediately hung on the big flag.
Blood flowed down, dyeing the word "disobedience" red.