The smoke and clouds are rolling, the Luoshui River is flowing, thousands of trees are under the forest, and thousands of palaces are facing each other.
The front of Ziwei Palace is the court area, and the back is the sleeping area. After An Lushan took over, he liked to live in Yisui Palace. In addition to liking the name of the palace, he could also see the paradise in the southeast, Mingtang, when he opened his eyes every day.
Mingtang is about to complete the final renovation, and he will ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor on his birthday on the first day of the first lunar month. Of course, that is just a ceremony, and he is now no different from proclaiming himself emperor.
He expected that becoming a saint would be very happy, but after reaching this point, An Lushan found that this was not the case. On the contrary, he was much more worried than before.
The first price he paid was the death of his eldest son Anqingzong. He heard about this not long after he invaded Luoyang. Anqingzong was cut in half in full view of the public. Even after his body was broken into two parts, he was still alive and suffered severe trauma.
Pain crawled with both hands, dragging half of his body and begging the Imperial Guards to give him a good time. His intestines and organs flowed all over the floor, and his wails continued for a long time.
When he got the news, An Lushan was accepting the worship of Luoyang officials at Qianyuan Gate. He became violent and crazy because of the tragic situation of his eldest son, and suddenly ordered his soldiers to kill the surrendered officials. So, green, green, red, and purple
, people wearing various official robes were locked up in the Qianyuan Gate and massacred. No matter how they begged for mercy and cried out, it was in vain. The injured fell to the ground and were trampled repeatedly. They wailed longer than Anqing Zong before he died. By the time
In the end, only a few hundred demoted officials survived the massacre. A total of more than 7,000 people were killed, and the corpses piled up in mountains, like a blood-red bright hall.
The prestige he established did not satisfy An Lushan, so he issued an edict to ask officials to present beauties to him. But each of those beauties was extremely dull, not only far less beautiful and charming than Yang Guifei, but even not as lively as Hu Nu from the frontier fortress.
.There was nothing but fear in their eyes. He killed them one by one and threatened them to show their beauty in front of him, but they became more and more empty and boring, and would only tremble in front of him.
Even his former subordinates began to move further and further away from him. Yan Zhuang, Zhang Tongru, Ping Lie and others always made various demands on him. But the reason why he wanted to be a saint was not because he had nothing to do, he just wanted to be a saint.
To enjoy.
He couldn't enjoy it because the situation went from bad to worse.
An army of more than 100,000 troops stormed Tongguan but failed, and the grain reserves in Luoyang were extremely disappointing.
Not long after arriving in Luoyang, one day, Yan Zhuang came into the palace holding a grain book and told him that the grain had been counted. After seeing it, he was very shocked and finally drove to Hanjiacang.
Hanjiacang is known as "the largest warehouse in the world". It has more than 400 grain cellars. The grain cellars are dug underground and are in the shape of a circular cylinder. After they are dug, they are dried by fire. Plant ash is spread on the bottom of the cellar.
Planks are laid out, and then two straw mats sandwiched with chaff are spread to prevent the grain from getting wet. A large cellar can store more than 10,000 dan of grain, and a small cellar can store several thousand dan of grain. Therefore, Anlu Mountain has always heard that Hanjiacang stores grain.
More than 5.8 million shi are enough to support a large army without any worries.
"Open!"
Arriving in front of a large cellar, Yan Zhuang shouted loudly. The soldiers stepped forward and dug open the sealing wood, lifted up the wooden boards on the grain cellar, and lifted up the moisture-proof mats spread above to reveal the grain inside.
"Isn't this true?" An Lushan came closer and blinked.
"Sage, please look...open it!"
Yan Zhuang waved his hand, and someone walked into the grain cellar, stepped on the grain and walked a few steps forward, letting the grain cover the tops of his boots, but he did not sink any further.
Then a team of strong men stepped forward and shoveled out the grain on the upper floor of the grain cellar. They saw that there was a layer of wooden boards underneath. When the wooden boards were lifted, a huge empty warehouse appeared in front of them.
An Lushan rubbed his bean-sized eyes vigorously. He couldn't believe it. He had always heard in Chang'an that "there is food in the east" before deciding to attack Luoyang first. At this time, he couldn't help but feel deeply cheated.
"What's going on?!"
Yan Zhuang would not answer such a question. He turned sideways and let An Lushan call Da Xi Xun to ask.
On the day An Lushan massacred Luoyang officials, Da Xixun was also at the Qianyuan Gate. Not one out of ten people survived at that time, and he was almost killed. He hid under a corpse and pretended to be dead and managed to save his life.
Every time I see An Lushan, I feel frightened and trembling. I no longer dare to laugh at An Lushan's fatness and funnyness in my heart like before.
"As far as I know, at least in the 24th year of Kaiyuan, the grain storage in Hanjiacang was indeed full." Faced with the inquiry, Da Xixun responded slowly and thoughtfully.
"Why is it the 24th year of Kaiyuan?" Yan Zhuang asked.
"It happened to be the second year after Pei Yaoqing completed the 'Transfer of Cao to Transport Millet', Chang'an Hunjun issued an order to remove Zhang Jiuling and Pei Yaoqing. Right Prime Minister... Li Linfu replaced Zhang Jiuling as Zhongshu Ling. He once counted the Hanjiacang, and the grain storage exceeded
Five million stones."
Da Xixun was working in the Ministry of Household Affairs at the time and personally participated in the matter, so he was very sure and impressed deeply.
Then, he changed the topic and said with a somewhat uncertain tone: "From now on, the grain reserves will inevitably increase year by year. Until the eighth year of Tianbao, it exceeded 5.8 million shi, accounting for half of the world's grain reserves.
. But I am also confused about this matter."
"Any doubts?"
"Pei Yaoqing built three granaries on the canal. The Jianghuai ships transported the grain to Heyin Granary and then unloaded it and returned. After that, it was divided into two routes. The grain needed by Dongdu went along Luoshui to Hanjiacang; the grain needed in Guanzhong went along the Yellow River to Jijiacang.
Jincang, and then dig an eighteen-mile mountain road to avoid the natural dangers of Sanmenxia, transport the grain to Yancang, and continue shipping from Yancang to Chang'an. In this way, the grain storage in Guanzhong will reach 7 million dan in three years.
"Food." Da Xixun said: "But what I am confused about is that although the cost of transporting grain has been saved, the amount of grain grown by farmers has not increased. In fact, mergers and acquisitions have become more intense. There are more and more hidden fields and households, and the number of acres of land is getting scarcer.
However, since Tianbao, Hunjun has not left Chang'an for ten years, and his consumption has increased day by day, and he has been extravagant. The grain transported to Chang'an by canal is still endless, and no matter in bad years or good years, Luoyang's grain reserves only increase but not decrease. Isn't it strange?"
Yan Zhuang understood, and his expression became darker.
It is true that the Kaiyuan Dynasty was a prosperous age, but because it was a prosperous age, the population in Guanzhong increased sharply and the fields were overwhelmed. At the peak of the prosperity, Guanzhong still had a food shortage of four million dan a year, and the foolish emperor still had to bring hundreds of thousands of officials with him.
The Forbidden Army feeds on Luoyang. How come as he becomes more and more lazy and spendthrift, the food in Guanzhong is enough?
The method of transporting millet by canal can only make it easier to transport grain from all over the world to Chang'an. As for Niu Xianke's method of purchasing grains and Yang Guozhong's method of light goods, they only save the court's cost of collecting grain, but they will not improve the inherent grain supply.
increase.
"You mean the grain from Hanjiacang was also transported to Guanzhong?"
"This... is all possible." Da Xixun said, "Henan often has disaster years, and it is often necessary to open warehouses for disaster relief, and then transport grain from the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers to make up for it. Maybe it is not transported in again after the disaster relief."
He became more and more embarrassed, pondered, and said: "In recent years, Wei Jian, Yang Shenjin, Wang Xian, Yang Guozhong and others have successively served as transport envoys, transporting countless treasures, money and food for the Hunjun, more than hundreds of millions of them? What if they didn't move
I don’t believe in these six million stones of grain, after all, everyone knows that Hunjun doesn’t want to go back to Luoyang.”
"Wei Jian? Yang Shenjin? Wang Zhi? These people were all beheaded. Isn't this an unjust case?"
"It is indeed appropriate to say that it is an unjust case without a head. These wealthy officials are all headless."
"I'm not joking with you!" Yan Zhuang said angrily.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he murmured: "Could it be that the Hunjun knew in his heart that the countless money and grains he squandered included the stored grains in Hanjiacang? So he knew that Wei Jian and Yang Shenjin
, Wang Fei could not possibly rebel, so he killed them anyway."
"And Gao Xianzhi." Da Xixun added in a low voice.
"But this is the country's food reserve! How can he pursue his own desires and disregard the life and death of the people in the world?!"
Yan Zhuang turned around and stared at the huge empty grain cellar, clenching his fists tightly.
At this moment, facing the mess left by Li Longji, the rebels who had allowed the rebels to burn, kill and rob the people appeared to be very upright. They completely forgot that they had killed countless innocent people to pieces along the way.
It is easy for vested interests to blame each other.
An Lushan didn't care about the method of transferring water, buying goods, or light goods. He listened and listened, and he heard the most critical question and said: "You mean to say that Hunjun has spent all my money and food?!"
"I guess so."
"I don't believe it. He is so generous. He must have a very rich family background!"
An Lushan became irritable again when he thought about the shortage of food and grass, and ordered his people to open all the food cellars to take a look.
The most annoying thing is that every time you open a grain cellar, you can see the grain spread on it, which makes people look forward to it, but as soon as you poke it with a pole, you will know that there is only a thin layer.
An Lushan finally couldn't help it. Regardless of the fact that his belly was so big that it was almost dragging to the ground, he ran to a large grain cellar and shouted: "Get it! I don't believe it's all empty."
When everyone lifted it up, there was another huge cellar underneath.
"Deserve to kill! Deserve to kill!"
The curses echoed off the cellar walls, like the earth shouting with its dull voice.
"It should be killed... it should be killed..."
An Lushan's anger surged, but his eyes became increasingly blurry, as if there was pus covering his sight. He could not clearly see the scene in the grain cellar.
Since he started the army, perhaps because of overwork, he has been suffering from eye discomfort recently. At this time, his condition suddenly worsened to such an extent that he staggered and almost fell.
There were soldiers around him who rushed to help him, but he was so angry that he couldn't control it. He roared and pushed the man into the two-foot-high grain cellar.
At the same time, he strangled the other man's neck and uttered terrible murmurs, saying in Sogdian that he was about to lose his sight.
"It's me... Yan Zhuang... ahem... I'm Yan Zhuang..."
After a while, An Lushan's vision became a little clearer, and he realized that the person who was almost strangled to death was Yan Zhuang, and he let go.
"What should I do? What should I do?" An Lushan asked what to do about his eyes.
Yan Zhuang got it wrong and replied: "Don't tell others, it will shake the morale of the army."
"I know, what else?"
"We have to send troops and horses to seize the Jianghuai River and ensure food and grass..."
As a result, An Lushan appointed Li Tingwang as the Chenliu Military Envoy, and Zhang Tongyou as his deputy, and sent troops to the east, intending to occupy the rich areas of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers and ensure a long-term supply of food and grass.
The matter went smoothly at first, and the prefect of Qiao County surrendered. However, it didn't take long before Hebei was defeated one after another. Even Shi Siming could not stop the counterattacks of Xue Bai, Li Guangbi, Guo Ziyi and others. After that, Xue Bai even
Huang He, together with Zhenyuan County Magistrate Zhang Xun, Shanfu County Lieutenant Jia Ben and others, recaptured Yongqiu and blocked the rebels' eastward strategy.
Hearing Xue Bai's name made people upset, but the main force of the rebels was fighting fiercely at Tongguan and it was difficult to mobilize. An Lushan ordered Gao Shang to rush to Kaifeng, hoping that Gao Shang could defeat Xue Bai and open up the Jianghuai grain road.
By the time of the winter moon, the enthronement ceremony was approaching, and at the same time, the rebel army was about to run out of food and fodder, but Chenliu County still didn't know why and failed to attack Yongqiu.
An Lushan originally wanted to call Gao Shang back to discuss the matter and let Yan Zhuang tell him about the lack of food in Luoyang and discuss a solution. However, Yan Zhuang in turn persuaded him to conquer Tongguan personally, which made him very angry. At that time, he even used
The whip hit Yan Zhuang hard. In the past, it was common for him to whip slaves like Li Zhuer, but now he treats the important ministers around him the same way, which shows that his temper is out of control. He also ordered Da Xi Xun to draw up an edict and reprimand Yan Zhuang.
, noble, solemn, and extremely frightened, daring not to give any more advice.
After this incident, Xue Bai suddenly attacked Yanshi and beheaded Gao Shang. The situation took a turn for the worse. An Lushan quickly ordered Tian Qianzhen to resist eastward. When Li Huaixian's troops arrived in Yanshi and the situation calmed down, he followed Tian Qianzhen's advice.
He said, hold a banquet with wine and invite Yan Zhuang to Ziwei Palace.
"Yan Qing, I beat you last time, and I apologize to you." An Lushan once again looked naive, completely different from his ferocious appearance when he was angry. He personally accompanied him with a glass of wine and said, "Come on, I'll do it for you."
Sing."
"The saint loves you so much that I would never accept it." The whiplash on Yan Zhuang's face has not healed, but he was so moved that there were tears in his eyes.
An Lushan squinted his uncomfortable eyes and looked around, stroking his belly and sighed: "It's a pity that no one plays Jie drum."
"I will definitely capture the Hunjun of Chang'an and play drums for the saint." Many generals in the audience responded knowingly.
"Ha ha."
An Lushan was very uncomfortable. Not only did he have sores on his back, his vision was blurred, and his feet were starting to get rotten. But when he thought that one day Li Longji would call himself a "saint", he really looked forward to it. He had never enjoyed any glory or wealth. , isn’t this the reason for the rebellion?
He then ordered someone to take the pipa, and while playing and singing, he sang a Sogdian ballad, a homesick song. Recently, he often thought of his life when he remarried with his mother-in-law when he was young, and lived under someone else's roof.
And that little bastard back then is now a saint...
A eunuch hurriedly entered, interrupted An Lushan's singing, walked up to him, and whispered: "Tian Qian is really defeated and has retreated. Xue Bai has already gone to Luoyang."
"What? Hao was defeated?!"
A general in the audience immediately stood up and was surprised by Tian Qianzhen's defeat. Afterwards, they started talking and said, "This is Xue Bai."
"It's him again."
An Lushan's melancholy thoughts were interrupted, and with a look of fear and resentment in his small eyes, he said: "Order An Qingxu to send troops back to save Luoyang as soon as possible!"
"No way!" Yan Zhuang stood up quickly and said: "Xue Bai only has a few thousand soldiers and horses, but Ge Shuhan has an army of 200,000. To guard against Xue Bai, why do we need the main elite troops to come back for reinforcements..."
"It's all you!" An Lushan slammed the pipa in his hand at Yan Zhuang and cursed: "If you hadn't persuaded me to rebel, how could this have happened?!"
After a loud noise, Yan Zhuang wiped the blood from his head, and still devoted himself to the great cause, saying: "Don't worry about the saint, Luoyang has 30,000 troops and is guarded by generals, which is enough to defeat Xue Bai. This man has insufficient troops and has no power." The possibility of capturing Luoyang will definitely shake the morale of our troops, so we must not fall into the trap."
An Lushan refused to listen and still issued an edict: "Send an order to Shaanxi County and order An Qingxu to return to the army!"
Yan Zhuang wanted to persuade him again, but it hurt the scars on his face. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to accept it.
Later, Tian Qianzhen entered, and everyone was shocked. They saw that one of his hands was broken and his face was covered in blood and flesh.
"Ah Hao, what's wrong with you?"
"I will never be ashamed of a saint!"
Tian Qianzhen prostrated himself on the ground and recounted the details of the battle in Yanshi. At the end, he summarized the reasons for the defeat and gritted his teeth and said: "This battle was defeated by Li Huaixian and Zhu Xicai's betrayal. The Tang army was a newly recruited mob and lacked combat strength. For concern. What you need to watch out for is their heart-attacking tricks. Please be sure to beware of the traitors in the city, saint!"
Following these words, everyone's eyes turned to Da Xixun.
Da Xixun was already in shock. When he encountered this situation, his hands shook in fright and the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground.
"I, I'm not a traitor... It's not me, I have a grudge against Xue Bai..."
~~
The morning light shines on Luoshui, making the waves sparkling.
A group of rebels hurriedly climbed up the stone steps and stood at the top of the east gate of Luoyang City. Looking out, they could see that there were still broken troops coming this way, gathering at the foot of the city and shouting to enter the city.
Gradually, the Tang army chasing behind the defeated army also appeared in their sight.
The first thing to appear was Wang Rao's flag. After several months of fighting, the flag was already somewhat broken, but it was even more intimidating. When the Tang army's vanguard advanced more than 500 steps in front of the city gate, its main force followed.
Yes, it was Xue Bai, the governor of Changshan, who personally led his army.
"The Tang army is coming, beat the drums quickly!"
Amidst the sound of drums, a general walked up to the city gate tower, it was An Shouzhong.
An Shouzhong was wearing armor, but what he wore underneath was not a military robe, but a purple official robe. He did not go to the palace for a banquet last night, but drank and gambled at home. He was appointed before dawn, and then hurried to
Come.
His head is too big and he doesn't like to wear a helmet. His curly hair hangs down on his face, covering the deep bags under his eyes.
In fact, after the rebel generals entered Luoyang, they saw that Tongguan could not be captured. A group of people led by An Shouzhong had quickly lost their ambition and indulged in wine and sex every day, trying to enjoy the wealth of this period as much as possible
Prosperity.
Perhaps An Lushan knew their virtues and decided to send back some of his elite troops to stop Xue Bai.
"General, instead of waiting for the Tang army to attack Luoyang City and shake the morale of the city, it is better to take the initiative to go out of the city and attack." A general under An Shouzhong advised.
"No." An Shouzhong looked at Xue Bai's flag in the distance and had no confidence. He shook his head and said, "The sage has issued an edict to mobilize elite troops from Shaanxi County. Now is not the time for me to steal the spotlight."
"But……"
The general hesitated to speak. He had already heard the remarks about the retreat. He said that the Tang army would not attack Yanshi until Kaifeng and Xingyang had retreated. He also said that Luoyang had run out of food. In short, the rebels had been wiped out.
potential.
Although the rebels have a good fighting force, the biggest problem they are facing right now is that people's hearts are wandering.
After all, An Shouzhong was a general who had been on the frontier for a long time. As the sun rose, he gradually woke up from his drunkenness. He counted the strength of the Tang army, raised his hand and said: "The Tang army only has a few thousand people, and even a city wall is lined up."
If you are dissatisfied, let’s see how they attack the city.”
"yes."
Not long after, more than ten Tang soldiers were seen riding forward. Two of them rushed to the city and shouted: "We are the generals under Li Huaixian. We were captured by the officers and soldiers and were ordered to deliver a message!"
"General, the Tang Army has sent an envoy."
"No." An Shouzhong said: "Shoot them!"
Arrows were fired from the city, killing the two men on the spot. Upon seeing this, the Tang army cavalry in the distance fled quickly.
An Shouzhong then ordered someone to hang down from the city wall to look through the letters between the two men. After reading them, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The letter was written by Xue Bai. First of all, although An Shouzhong and An Shouzhong had never met each other, they often knew each other.
Having business dealings can be described as a divine connection.
This is true. An Shouzhong does have a lot of property. It is as uncomfortable for a Sogdian like him not to do business as it is for a man not to touch women. And the caravans under him have inevitably been used to make money in recent years. , as a result, Xue Bai's people bribed several stewards and accountants.
Xue Bai used this in his letter today to try to instigate him, saying that as long as he is willing to switch sides, his past crimes will be forgotten, the court will recognize his great contribution to quelling the thieves, and the business on the border can continue to be bigger.
Finally, Xue Bai said that An Shouzhong's son-in-law Yang Qixuan was a smart man and had already prepared a way out for his father-in-law, but asked him to step down and walk on this broad road.
"General An!" Tian Qianzhen shouted from behind.
When An Shouzhong heard this, he quickly put away the letter in his hand, turned around and said, "Ah Hao, your injury is not healed yet, why did you go to the top of the city again?"
Tian Qianzhen glanced down at the city and said, "Xue Thief sent his envoys to play tricks again? What did he say in the letter?"
"Don't look at these little tricks to drive a wedge between us."
An Shouzhong pretended to be cheerful, laughed, took out the letter, tore it into pieces and threw it outside the city. The shredded paper was blown by the wind and scattered all over the sky.
Tian Qianzhen used his remaining left hand to grab a small piece. When he saw that the word "qian" was written on it, he snorted slightly.
~~
In the sight of the telescope, the pieces of paper flying all over the sky could not be seen, but the movements of the two people on the top of the city could be seen.
Xue Bai stood on his horse and watched for a while, then turned back to the camp and ordered the generals to prepare for the rebels to attack the camp at night. This is his common plan nowadays.
Although his troops were small, he was well prepared for Luoyang this time. Wang Nan was the vanguard, and Yin Liang was behind to ensure the logistics. The White Horse Temple was used as a transit for the baggage. They did not want to attack the city quickly, as long as they put the flag in the city. A brief moment outside the city was enough to dampen the morale of the rebels.
Of course, we are also afraid of the more than 100,000 brave cavalry of the border troops in Shaanxi County, but if An Lushan really reaches the point of sending elite troops back to support, it will be another blow to the morale of the main force, and Xue Bai will no longer withdraw to Yanshi, and in addition , Ge Shuhan may still be able to seize the opportunity.
In addition to these, there is another thing. Xue Bai wants to know the current situation of Yan Chunqing, Li Yazhou, Fan Lao and others.
Yan Chunqing met Gao Xianzhi, but now that Gao Xianzhi has been executed, where has he gone? Fan Lao brought hundreds of people and gunpowder, why was it not used? Li Xiazhou became the national counselor of Anlu Mountain. Did he surrender to thieves or someone else? Have a purpose?
I was always thinking about this in my mind. It was night, and Xue Bai had a dream.
He dreamed of the majestic Mingtang. He climbed onto the platform that symbolized the yellow trail; he stepped on the steps, each of which had twenty-five steps, symbolizing the twenty-five steps from mortal to saint; he walked through the four palaces that symbolized the four seasons. ; Passing through the three gates symbolizing the three months of each season; ascending to the second floor symbolizing the twelve hours, and the third layer symbolizing the twenty-four solar terms; above the two hundred and ninety-four feet symbolizing heaven... He finally Met Li Xiazhou.
The Taoist with fluttering clothes turned around, looked at him lightly, and asked, "You're here."
"You knew I would come?"
Li Xiazhou asked: "How does this Mingtang compare with what you have seen in later generations?"
In the dream, Xue Bai was startled and took two steps back. His body swayed and he almost fell down from a tall building of nearly 300 feet.
Li Xia waved his long sleeves and walked inside.
Xue Bai quickly followed up, only to see the fat An Lushan in front of him, wearing a dragon robe and holding a fire staff, preparing to ascend the throne amid drumming and music.
"Why are you here?" An Lushan said: "I'm going to turn into a dragon soon... Hurry!"
With that said, two teams of Zoroastrian priests stopped towards Xue Bai.
An Lushan took a few steps to lie down on the golden imperial couch and turned into a black pig. However, as the sacrificial music played in the palace, the black pig gradually grew a dragon head.
At the same time, the fire beads above the bright hall began to shake and buzz, as if they sensed the owner.
"On the day of the memorial ceremony, there were mushrooms growing in the shrine, with ten stems in each book, shaped like a pile of corals." The black pig with the head of the dragon muttered words: "I will send it again, and I will swear to the death of Dongyi..."
Xue Bai saw that An Lushan was about to transform into a dragon, but was stopped by the priests. He couldn't help but shouted to Li Yazhou who was standing by, "Why don't you stop him?!"
"Pindao has tried his best."
"Man and God cooperate, and Ganoderma lucidum responds!"
An Lushan shouted loudly, opened his mouth, and spit out fire to ignite the fireball above the Mingtang. As soon as the fireball lit up, he would really turn into a dragon.
"Stop him!" Xue Bai shouted.
However, the moment the fire was ignited, there was also a huge explosion.
"boom!"
"No!"
The explosion swallowed up everything and shattered An Lushan's pig body. Then he roared and rushed towards Li Yazhou.
But Li Yazhou just laughed, opened his arms, and turned into powder together with An Lushan.
The towering Mingtang exploded at this moment and collapsed.
And Xue Bai stood there, watching everything in front of him disappear, and a wave of heat hit his face, making his face hot.
…
"boom!"
Xue Bai suddenly woke up and saw a ball of fire flashing in front of him.
Someone brought his face closer.
Xue Bai waited with bated breath, thinking he would see Li Yazhou, but no, everything just now was just a dream.
The one who came was Wang Nanlan, holding a lantern and looking at him.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Wang Wanwan seemed to find it a little funny and said, "Look at you, you are sweating all over."
"Mingtang..."
Xue Bai shook his head for a moment, turned to look at Luoyang City, and murmured: "I'm thinking, maybe Li Xiazhou's plan is to blow up the Mingtang on the day Anlu Mountain ascends the throne?"