It is nearly February, spring is gradually melting in Chang'an City, and the pear blossoms in Xingqing Palace are blooming.
On that day, Yang Yuhuan originally planned to go to the Liyuan to rehearse a play, but encountered the annoying light rain, so he had to give up and choose new clothes in the palace out of boredom.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, the maid Zhang Yunrong comforted her and said: "My dear concubine, please don't be upset. In this light rainy day with pear blossoms, you can enjoy the scenery and sing songs with the saint."
"Then I have to be called by a saint."
Yang Yuhuan responded, thinking that maybe it was time to have a fight with the saint.
People at that time said that she was loved by thousands of people, but they were just looking for an excuse to imply that the saint was tired of state affairs. In fact, there were countless beauties in the harem. No matter how favored she was, if she stayed with others for a long time, she would always be dull and boring, and occasionally "jealous"
After a while, it won't be overshadowed.
Let's just take advantage of Fan Nu's incident to find some faults in the saint and torment the old man.
Just as I was thinking about it, Xie Aman arrived.
Entering the palace in this light rainy weather, Xie Aman's broken hair on her forehead was slightly wet, but she didn't care and handed out the several well-protected books in her arms.
"Can you see the imperial concubine?"
"Um?"
"Lantianyi." Xie Aman was so excited that he didn't know what to say, so he waved his hand and said, "Xue Bai and Li Bai are dubbing poems!"
"Yeah?"
Yang Yuhuan remained calm and spread out one of the books.
Ever since Li Bai returned the gold, she had never heard a poem like "Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of appearance" again. Until Xue Bai came out, they were the most outstanding talented poets in her eyes. Unexpectedly, they were in Lantian.
The poems were exchanged when we met each other.
She seemed calm, but her fingers were trembling slightly.
A poem printed in beautiful small regular script falls on the beautiful eyes. When reading it, there is a lingering fragrance in the mouth. This is nothing, but the next poem is also so fresh and elegant, and then another one, and one after another.
One song.
The light rain of pear blossoms outside the hall gradually dissipated. Yang Yuhuan saw a bright moon reflecting on the river. The breeze was gentle. There were two gods with their clothes fluttering in the sky. They waved their hands and the apricot rain fell. His poetry was endless.
, scattered in the eternal sky.
That majestic, free and unparalleled posture seems to transcend hundreds of generations, making all poets of ancient and modern times useless. It is so high-spirited that people yearn for it...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."
I don't know how long it took, but several calls in succession brought Yang Yuhuan back to his senses from the fairyland constructed by poetry.
She turned around and saw that Zhang Yunrong was crying and wiping tears with the back of his hand.
This maid likes Li Taibai's poems the most.
"I can see so many masterpieces at once in my life." Yang Yuhuan said with emotion: "I actually feel that reading them all in one sitting is a waste of resources, and I feel uneasy."
"I heard that the four walls of Lantianyi's living room are covered with writing." Xie Aman said: "They really have taken advantage of all the talent in the world, squandering it wantonly and squandering it as much as they want. If it were me, I would really like to cover up this talent!
"
"If I could see them writing poems at Lantian Station, it would be really..."
Zhang Yunrong was so excited that she almost said "I am willing to die", but Yang Yuhuan did not allow her to say such unlucky words.
"It's really full of splendor. It's precisely because of these poems that the Tang Dynasty was prosperous."
"saint."
"saint."
While they were talking, the maids in the palace bowed one after another, but Li Longji had already arrived. That was why the maid called Yang Yuhuan one after another, but unfortunately she was immersed in those poems and did not hear it.
"May the saint be well."
"What is Taizhen looking at?" Li Longji asked.
"I'm reading the poems of Li Bai and Xue Bai." Yang Yuhuan smiled, charming the country and the city.
She knew that the saint had always liked poetry and songs, and she must have read these poems, so she was not willing to hand over the book in her hand, but smiled and said: "Is the saint willing to do this just for this? I want to call Yongxin to come.
Sing a new song?”
Li Longji actually glanced at Gao Lishi first, stretched out his hand to pass the books, opened them and looked at them a few times.
Only then did Yang Yuhuan realize that the saint did not know about this in advance. He was a little surprised. With a glance, he saw Gao Lishi looking a little embarrassed.
Li Longji, who has always been fond of poetry, had no patience to read these poems today. He glanced at them and raised his head.
He pondered for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Taizhen is wrong. It was only during the flourishing period of the Tang Dynasty that these poems came into being."
"What the sage said is absolutely true."
"I'm tired, let's take a ride."
"The saint is here." Yang Yuhuan couldn't help being surprised and asked: "Is it because I made a mistake and made the saint angry?"
Li Longji was not in a high mood, waved his hand, and quickly left the palace without returning the book to her.
Gao Lishi bowed and hesitated to speak. In the end, he said nothing and hurriedly followed the imperial driver.
~~
That night, Li Longji did not summon any concubines. He drank a few glasses of wine alone and sat in a daze on the imperial couch. Occasionally, there was a majestic look in his eyes that could not be offended.
"The saint is in a bad mood, but are you annoyed with Xue Bai and Li Bai?" Gao Lishi finally found a chance to ask, "Both of these two people are ignorant."
"They all boast of their own character and lack of taste. I don't offend them. On the contrary, I quite like their poems."
"Because the noble concubine said something wrong?"
Li Longji smiled and said: "How can I be so angry with Taizhen?"
Gao Lishi hesitated for a moment and said softly: "That's..."
"I'm just tired." Li Longji sighed softly and signaled Gao Lishi to stop talking.
He drank wine, sat in the empty and luxurious palace, and looked at the moon outside the palace. It was like a god looking down at his Tang Dynasty, as if if he looked at the moon in the mirror, it would block the world.
Qinghui.
As soon as the moonlight dimmed, it became completely dark before I knew it.
"Where is this?"
Li Longji suddenly found himself in a strange place, so he looked around and saw Chang'an City in the distance, so he asked again: "Am I in Lishan Mountain?"
Not far away, someone was sweeping the floor with his back bent. After hearing his question, he raised his hand and pointed to the house in front of him.
Li Longji squinted his eyes, walked over, and saw writing on the wall. His eyes were dim, and it took a lot of effort to finally see clearly what was written.
——“I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu.”
He murmured something, and asked with some confusion: "Where is this place?"
"Lantianyi."
Li Longji was stunned and said in surprise: "How could I be in Lantianyi? I was drinking in Xingqing Palace."
"The saint wanted to see the splendor of this hall, so he came here." A very soft and pleasant female voice sounded, and it was Yang Yuhuan who spoke.
"Taizhen, where are you? Take me back."
The strange thing is that Yang Yuhuan is not here.
Li Longji finally left the hall and said to the servant who was sweeping the floor: "I want to go back to Chang'an."
"Does the saint know who I am?"
"Who are you?"
The man suddenly raised his head and shouted.
"Father, can't you recognize your son?!"
As if struck by lightning, Li Longji leaned back in fright. What appeared in front of him was Li Ying's pale face.
This shock sent chills down his spine, and he was covered in cold sweat. He quickly let out a thunderous roar, trying to suppress this sneakiness with the might of the emperor.
"Evil son!"
"Grandpa." Two people came out from behind Li Ying, crying and shouting: "Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa..."
There are all kinds of voices in the world, children, teenagers, young people, and middle-aged people. From childhood to adulthood, every call is echoing.
Then there was a "crack" sound, and a figure wearing armor and holding a sword slowly walked over, it was Xue Xiu.
Xue Xiu's neck was still bleeding, but there was a rebellious look in his eyes. As he walked, he shouted: "Now that the matter is over, what are you still hesitating about, Your Highness?!"
"Get out!" Li Longji shouted: "I am the emperor, I don't believe in sneaky, there is no sneaky in the world!"
"There is no such thing as sneakiness in the world. I was killed by Saburo."
Suddenly, another female voice sounded behind him, Li Longji turned around suddenly, and Concubine Wu Hui, her hair disheveled, walked towards her crazily.
He ran away in horror, but more and more people gathered around him, some calling him "Grandpa" and some calling him "Sanlang".
Li Longji was about to run away when he vaguely heard a different name.
"Aweng."
He was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around, only to see his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Xue, holding a small figure in her hand.
Countless ghosts and monsters were showing their teeth and claws around, but the innocent and harmless face of this child appeared in the moonlight, but it was the scariest thing.
"Aweng... can you stay with your grandson?"
"ah!"
"Saint! Saint! Saint!"
Li Longji opened his eyes suddenly and tried his best to catch his breath. Only then did he realize that it was a nightmare. He was so shocked that he was soaked all over.
After killing so many wives, sons, and grandchildren, this was the first time he had such a dream.
"Sage, it's okay." Gao Lishi comforted him softly: "The saint is just worried about state affairs..."
"Lantianyi, I don't want to hear about Lantianyi... Do you think it's possible that Xue Bai is Xue Xi's son?"
"That's not the case. The saint also knows that he was adopted by Xue Xiu, and the saint is even more kind to him."
Li Longji is not as open-minded as he was two years ago. The older he gets, the more afraid he is of losing.
The handsome face he had when he was young has become slack, and his lofty ambitions have long since disappeared. In the past two years, he encountered several betrayals, which made his originally broad mind begin to become narrow, and only his desire for power is stronger than before.
"Xue Xiu died in Lantian Station, but Xue Bai wrote poems there. I am very... puzzled."
"Sage, I heard a rumor in the market, but it may not be true." Gao Lishi said: "Some people say that An Lushan sent people to catch up with Xue Bai and kill him."
"Yeah?"
Li Longji didn't know whether he heard it or not, and murmured: "I'm tired, let's talk about it later."
~~
Rumors spread in the wells of Chang'an City and also reached Mrs. Guo's house.
For the servants in the mansion, this was almost like an earthquake. Facing Mrs. Guo Guo's rage, everyone remained silent.
Mingzhu walked carefully across the ground scattered with broken porcelain, and saw Yang Yuyao sitting in front of the couch muttering: "Impossible."
"Yao Niang, Du Er Niang is here."
"she?"
Yang Yuyao's eyes immediately changed and she said: "Recruit her over."
She stared at the door, nervously waiting to see Du Jin's expression. However, Du Jin had always been a scheming person, and his expression was serious when he came in, making it impossible to tell anyone what was going on.
"how?"
"Can we talk here?" Du Jin took this opportunity and spoke in an equal manner without being polite.
Yang Yuyao didn't care about this and said: "Okay."
"It is true that An Lushan sent people to chase him, but Xue Bai did not die. He was injured and was recovering near Languan."
"Is the injury serious?"
"Don't worry," Du Jin said, "he will come back well."
"he……"
"I came here today to tell the truth. He is recuperating in Languan and will come back after he recovers."
Du Jin's tone increased and he said this.
The so-called "truth" is how she wants things to turn out in the end. She has told Yang Yuyao in advance, so that both of them will understand how to lead the way things go.
After talking about this matter, Du Jin left Mrs. Guo's house and returned home.
Du Wei also came back from Yanzhai and told Wei Yun the same truth. Both sisters breathed a sigh of relief.
"As long as the news of Nanzhao's rebellion comes back, the momentum he wants will be formed, right?" Du Mei said: "By then, as everyone expects, he and Yan Gong will be able to return to the court and preside over Nanzhao."
"This is the plan." Du Jin said, "At least, this is the plan I know."
"Can he still hide it?" Du Mei said, "Even if he didn't tell me, he always told you."
Although she was complaining, her tone was gentle and gentle, because she was not jealous, but thought that Xue Bai and Du Jin sometimes did things too crazy.
"I have an intuition that he didn't tell me everything this time." Du Jin murmured to himself, "If it goes according to plan, he shouldn't go to Huashan with Li Bai."
"Even if someone found out that he was traveling with Li Bai, the world would only say that he was discouraged and avoided Anlu Mountain."
"But why Huashan? And the saint happened to be consecrated to Mount Huashan."
Du Wei worriedly said: "He won't want to remonstrate directly in Huashan again, right?"
Du Jin shook his head and couldn't explain. He thought this was too far beyond the limit of tolerance for saints.
At this time, a secret letter came from Fenghui Bank. Du Jin took the sign on it and said calmly: "Sister, I am going to dispose of a personal sum of money."
"Be careful."
"Know."
Du Jin returned to the house, bolted the door, took out a book from the drawer, and deciphered it against the secret message. Because it was sent to her by Xue Bai, it still used a mark that only the two of them could read.
However, despite the level of confidentiality, the content of the letter is very simple.
——Xue Bai has arrived in Huashan, and asked her to find a way to leave Chang'an secretly, and mobilize all her most trusted personnel to Huayin County to listen to his personal arrangements.
Taking the letter and burning it, Du Jin looked thoughtful.
She thought that Xue Bai might want to prevent the Fengchan Xiyue incident, so that it would be easier for Li Longji to admit the Nanzhao incident.
~~
Huashan, Zhenyue Palace.
Zhenyue Palace is a Taoist temple named "Huayue Temple Upper Courtyard". It was built in the fourth year of Kaiyuan Dynasty. Because it was built in Huashan Mountain, people call it "Zhenyue Palace".
The palace is located between Jade Girl Peak, Lotus Peak and Luoyan Peak, and is built against the cliffs of the mountains.
Xue Bai and Li Bai are staying here now.
It was raining lightly that day. Xue Bai stood under the eaves of the Taoist temple, overlooking the land of Guanzhong in the rain, and stood alone for a long time.
"It's raining." Li Bai came over carrying a wine bottle.
"Yes, there was no rain in spring last year, and there was a severe drought in summer and autumn." Xue Bai said, "This year it finally rained lightly in early spring, and we finally had a passable year."
Li Bai then remembered that he had not asked about his origins and casually said: "Has Sanlang been an official?"
"There is no official position like Brother Taibai."
Li Bai looked up to the sky and smiled, saying: "It's okay not to mention my official position."
Xue Baixiao asked: "How can An Neng be able to bend his eyebrows and bend his waist to serve the powerful and make me unhappy?"
"This is a dream poem, haha, I like that dream."
Because of a poem, Li Bai became interested. Regardless of the drizzle, he picked up tree branches and danced with his sword in the courtyard and sang loudly.
"Haike talks about Yingzhou, Yan Tao's letter is hard to come by..."
Li Bai was over fifty years old, but what was rare was that he still had a youthful spirit about him. He would cry when he wanted to, laugh when he wanted to, and do whatever he wanted to do as soon as he felt like it.
In comparison, Xue Bai seems to be the more depressed one.
He was originally looking to the north, but now he turned around to watch Li Bai dance his sword, and his eyes fell to the south.
This can also be regarded as the top of Huashan Mountain. There are cliffs to the west and the South Peak to the south is the highest point of Huashan Mountain. The Xiyue Temple where the emperor wanted to enshrine was built there, connected to the rooftop for sacrifice.
On an extremely steep mountain, a majestic temple was built, which was extremely spectacular. The craftsmen did not stop even on rainy days, struggling to move huge stones and pile up the altar to worship the heaven, piling the achievements of today's saints to a higher place.
But Li Bai insisted on dancing his sword in front of this spectacular imperial achievement and reciting his poems expressing his love for the mountains and rivers. What he wrote was that his mind was wandering in the sky, but in fact everything in the world was flowing away. In the end, he turned his pen and said angrily, "An Neng can destroy his eyebrows."
"Bend your waist to serve the powerful", which swept away the feeling of depression. He always dreamed of becoming a career to realize his ambition, and he also tried to accommodate him, but in the end he always regained his character, high-spirited, free and unrestrained, and extraordinary in spirit.
From this, the outline of Xiyue Temple and Li Bai's sword dance formed a rarely seen picture in front of Xue Bai.
What Xue Bai saw was rebellion.
In fact, he is more rebellious...
Being soaked in the rain is refreshing for a while, but in the end, you have to fetch water, boil water, and take a bath to ward off the cold.
"This well is called 'Jade Well', and it has quite a story."
Li Bai shook the well's windlass, put down the bucket, and said casually.
"What's the meaning?"
Xue Bai often didn't know which of Li Bai's words was true, because this great poet was so imaginative that he could describe romantic and fresh things casually wherever he pleased.
"Let's see, this building is called the 'Yujing Building'. The building was built over the well not only to facilitate the drawing of water, but also to prevent rainwater from falling into the well."
"Why?"
"Because the jade well reaches deep into the ground, the water tastes sweet and mellow, which is definitely not comparable to rainwater." Li Bai said: "Thousand-leaf white lotus can grow in the jade well, and if you drink it, you can become an immortal."
Xue Bai didn't believe it and said: "Brother Taibai is making nonsense again. This is Huashan Mountain. How can it reach deep underground?"
"What about Huashan?" Li Bai stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Come and fetch water, and I will explain it to you in detail."
Only he could let Xue Bai do these chores. In the past, Xue Bai would tell stories to others.
"When we climbed Mount Huashan, there was a palace with a female crown at the foot of the mountain. Can you see it?"
"yes."
"There is a female crown who is always staring at you, so you have seen her." Li Bai said narrowly.
Xue Bai said: "The temple owner is also staring at Brother Taibai."
Li Bai had eaten a lot of soft food in his life, and he took it for granted. He said: "The temple is called 'Xiangong Temple', also known as 'Xiangu Temple'. It is the place where Princess Jinxian cultivates herself."
"Princess Golden Fairy..."
"Princess Yuzhen's sister, both of them have a Taoist heart. Unfortunately, Princess Jinxian has passed away in the 20th year of Kaiyuan." Li Bai said: "Telling her story, she was once here, facing
Jade Well, use the well water as a mirror to tidy up your hair."
"Brother Taibai is deceiving me for being ignorant. How can a woman comb her hair with her hair on her hair?" Xue Bai had never seen Li Tengkong comb his hair on his hair.
"You are not ignorant, you are young, and you have little experience." Li Bailang smiled and said: "In short, Princess Jinxian was arranging her hair here and accidentally dropped the hosta on her head into the well. The next day, she returned to the Immortal Palace at the foot of the mountain to watch
, wash your hands by the spring, guess what?"
"Did you pick up the hosta?"
"clever."
Li Bai said: "This jade well is connected to the spring at the foot of Mount Hua. Therefore, Princess Jinxian built the Yuquan Courtyard next to the Immortal Palace."
"Yeah?"
Xue Bai took a look at the jade well and saw that the spring water was bottomless.
But he knew that Li Bai was joking again. Someone must have helped Princess Jinxian to pick up the hosta and send it to the Yuquan at the foot of the mountain, so that Princess Jinxian could discover it by herself.
The love we had decades ago was quite thoughtful.
~~
Feeding time.
Diao Bing stuffed two strings of coins into a small official who was building the Xiyue Temple.
"It's convenient. It's not easy for us to buy food and wine down the mountain."
In this way, he bought some dry food and bad wine from the clerk, handed it to Diao Geng, and asked: "My brother also wants to get two steamed buns?"
The clerk looked back at the laborers who were receiving the steamed buns, and was about to nod when he remembered that the officer had told him not to cause trouble, so he asked: "Are your masters a father and son? What are you doing here?"
"We have forgotten our friendship and came to Huashan Mountain to practice Taoism and become an immortal."
"Become an immortal?"
Diao Bing said: "If someone comes here to pick the Thousand-leaf White Lotus, my husband will buy it for any amount of money."
"I'm going to pick it up. It would be so happy to be a god myself, why should I sell it to you?"
"How can there be gods?" Diao Bing said: "I don't believe in this anyway, but if you can fish out the Thousand-leaf White Lotus from the jade well, my husband will give you a thousand guan."
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
Diao Bing talked to the officials like this, smiled apologetically, and blended in with the workers who were collecting steamed buns. He squatted with them under the wall outside the palace and ate.
Naturally, the taste was far inferior to what he had eaten in Chang'an, but he knew that his future was limitless.
~~
The next day, Xue Bai stood on the upper floor of the jade well and watched the scenery. He saw several petty officials coming one after another with long poles hung with nets, trying to fish out the Thousand-leaf White Lotus in the jade well.
He glanced at the talismans hanging on their waists. When he saw one of them hanging casually, he motioned for Diao Bing to come over.
After a while, there was a quarrel beside the jade well.
"Hey, what did you do to hit me? My signboard fell off..."
"Is this, is this serious?"
"What do you think? If the officer finds out, I won't be able to explain it."
"Brother, don't worry, you can take this money. I heard that the Yujing can lead to the Yuquan Courtyard at the bottom of the mountain. Why don't you go to the Yuquan Courtyard and maybe you can pick up the talisman... of Princess Jinxian?
Have you heard the story?"
"尻!"
After Xue Bai heard this, he turned around and saw Li Bai coming over after waking up from the wine, so he went up to meet him, still looking like he was traveling around the mountains and rivers.
Early the next morning, a cold talisman was handed to Xue Bai's hand.
"Mr. Lang, we caught it."
"Where are the others?"
"I went to Yuquanyuan and haven't come back yet."
~~
At the foot of Huashan Mountain, Xiangong Temple is adjacent to Yuquanyuan.
At that time, Princess Jinxian lived in Xiangong Temple and built Yuquanyuan for the two ministers who accompanied her to protect her. After her death, the two ministers also saw through the world of mortals and became a Taoist temple. Therefore, Yuquanyuan was once called "Zhuchen Temple".
”.
In short, one side is the Nuguan Temple and the other side is the Taoist Temple.
Li Tengkong climbed up to the high pavilion in the Immortal Palace Temple and could vaguely see the gate of Yuquanyuan to the west.
"What are you looking at?" Li Jilan came over and asked.
"That person was the one who informed me at Lantian Station that Xue Bai had come to Huashan."
"Then what?"
"He tricked us into coming over and didn't let us see Xue Bai, but he asked me to help him get into Yuquan Courtyard."
Li Jilan asked: "Where is Xue Lang?"
Li Tengkong said: "Promise is on Huashan Mountain, and Xu is at Yuquan Temple."
She hadn't yet understood Xue Bai's purpose, and was worried that he was avoiding An Lushan's pursuit, so she didn't dare to act rashly.
…
To the west, a carriage on the official road drove slowly to the Yuquan Temple.
Du Jin slightly opened the car curtain.
"how?"
"Mr. Lang is arranging the arrangements himself, and everything is going well. But there is one thing I need to tell Erniang... The young lady from the Right Prime Minister's Mansion is watching in the Immortal Palace."
"What?" Du Jin said, "If others knew she was there, they would definitely suspect that I am here."
"She entered the Immortal Palace in the name of Princess Jinxian's disciple."
Du Jin nodded. Princess Jinxian and Princess Yuzhen were sisters. They were born together and used the same talismans.
She then asked: "You also used this to enter Yuquan Courtyard?"
"yes."
"So, Lang Jun took advantage of Li Tengkong?"
"Yes, Lang Jun tricked an official down the mountain. We have controlled him. Lang Jun needs him to do things for us."
"What to do?"
"This is the letter that Mr. Lang left to Er Niang."
Du Jin took the letter and took out the book he carried with him to decipher it. The content was very simple. It was nothing more than inserting their people into the labor force to build the altar.
Fengchan is in November, so there is still plenty of time.
She raised her head and looked at the top of Huashan Mountain, a look of contemplation flashed in her eyes, thinking about what Xue Bai was going to do...
~~
Huashan.
It was a sunny day, and the top of Huashan Mountain was the best place to watch the clouds.
Xue Bai had the illusion that he could touch the clouds with his hand.
Presumably when Li Longji comes, he will feel superior and superior again.
Facing the south peak, Xue Bai closed his eyes and saw the saint wearing a dragon robe slowly walking up to the altar of sacrifice to heaven.
And deep in Shouyang Mountain, some way away from the iron forging and copper-making workshops, Li Xiaozhou was refining elixirs.
The fire under the alchemy furnace was burning brightly. What was being refined in the furnace was the vague formula provided by Xue Bai. He hoped to hear a "boom", like the Great Sage Qitian breaking the alchemy furnace and letting the heavens know.
Look at the power of rebellion.
He wanted to give Li Longji an elixir of immortality at the top of Huashan Mountain, and let him ascend to heaven when the ancient emperor's martial arts and martial arts reached their peak, when he was enshrined in the Western Mountains and offered sacrifices to heaven.
When the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart, all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty will be here. Controlling them can help King Li Cong of Qing ascend the throne. The rebellion in Nanzhao is inevitable, but he will use this to send Yan Zhenqing to the throne. The regicide is An Lushan. The evidence has been
Ready.
If this is the case, with a new king in office and famous ministers appointed as prime ministers, this may be an opportunity to put an end to the chaos in advance.
All of this is very elusive, and the possibility of realizing it is slim... But Xue Bai felt the madness in his heart. He and Li Bai were both rebellious, but he was really not free and easy. What he cared about was always the secular world, so he wanted to risk everything
to do it.
Survive in the cracks, fabricate his life experience, cultivate party members, manage Yanshi, expose An Lushan, directly admonish Nanzhao... Everything he does is to prepare for the final goal, and what stands in front of him is
That emperor.
And the emperor finally had to leave Chang'an for once.
Xue Bai stood on the top of Huashan Mountain, suppressing the madness in his heart, thinking calmly and carefully, and then opened his eyes, overlooking Guanzhong and the emperor who was huddled in Chang'an City, leaving a contemptuous glance...