Single Man Guarding a Lonely City, Invincible in the World

Chapter 33 In those three years, I personally asked, the empress carried the coffin and set off on t



One person guards the lonely city and is invincible in the world Chapter 33 In those three years, I personally asked, the empress carried the coffin to go on an expedition [Thanks to the leader of Rabbit Xiaocheng]

Golden Palace.

The atmosphere was so oppressive and deadly.

There was a throbbing in the hearts of the ministers, and after the throbbing, there was boundless guilt.

In the apocalypse where mountains and rivers are crumbling, they sit high in temples and eat vegetarian meals. In the corners that are almost forgotten by the people of Shenzhou, a group of unknown martyrs have always defended the soul of China.

If not for the sudden surge of national fortunes in the past few decades, and the death of Gao Chaoen in the Western Regions, they would even question whether the man was real.

They could hear Gu Changan's madness in pain and despair, and his soul wandering in a lonely territory. They deeply knew that he was not an omnipotent god, but a flesh and blood!

It is precisely because it is a human being that it will bring an unparalleled shock, which will cause the whole hall to cry and be sad.

The devil in the mouth of the barbarians was originally just an ordinary person, and the cage guarding the territory forced him to be like this!

After a brief silence in the hall.

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

"Actually, Gu Changan was very naughty when he was a child. He often made fun of the white-headed old soldiers on the city's head. One day, Mrs. Guo was hanged from the tower to get a whip. That day, all the old soldiers in the city made fun of the bragging Changan's ass."

The empress's red eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but sketch a funny scene in her mind.

While the civil and military officials were in mourning, they could not help but laugh.

"For example, when he was thirteen years old, he was alone against a hundred barbarians. He was covered with barbarian corpses. The white-haired old man was so frightened that his face was pale. Right."

"..."

"When he was 20 years old, Chang'an said that Jiegu passed flowers. Now that the flower branches are in his hands, it feels great to have it alone. He also said that the city of Qiuci is sunny and quiet."

A hoarse voice resounded in the hall.

Pei Jingshu read in one breath without suffocating, but tears welled up in her eyes.

The more placid or even light words were written, the more tortured her heart was!

She suddenly seemed to have witnessed the growth of a man.

It's too early to be sensible at a young age, trying to make the old man happy.

When he was young, he was high-spirited and wanted to learn from Chen Qingzhi of the Southern Dynasty.

The most painful thing in the world is life and death, and the child who grew up with a hundred family meals is going through this every day. How cruel is it to him?

"Stop reading..."

Suddenly, the Queen's choked voice came from the throne.

She is afraid of entering the world of despair for the next three years, and her spirit can't be sluggish. She wants to meet the Western Regions War in the best state!

"Sorry, I don't even have the courage to listen."

"Wait to pick you up,

When the ashes of Anxi Yinghun are taken back, and when the Central Plains defeat the barbarians in the Western Regions, I will be qualified to listen to you on behalf of the common people. "

The queen muttered to herself.

The ministers were exhausted, and Li Lian tried his best to avoid using a sad tone, but they couldn't bear it anymore!

Xu Ting let out a long sigh. He prided himself on being hard-hearted, but when he heard the words "don't read it", he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Yes, he also lacked courage.

One person slaughtering thousands of troops is enough to make the blood of the people of China boil, and the one-armed heroic epic in the dark is enough to awaken the crumbling spiritual beliefs of the Central Plains.

Gu Changan gave everything, not to make the world feel that he was miserable and pitiful, but to cheer up the nation! Look up at the arrogant barbarians!

When the Western Regions are victorious, the three years of dark and desperate struggle will be revealed to the world.

Let Li Shu understand how hard-won this victory is. The man who waited for this moment has already tasted all the hardships in the world.

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

"Your Majesty, Li Lian said that the letter paper has compartments." She walked from Dan Chi to the throne.

"You transcribe first, and then drop ink to wash it again." The queen's voice was hoarse.

Pei Jingshu's expression was stagnant, and she finally wanted to watch.

After a moment of silence, he paced to Yu Eucalyptus, bent down and held a pen, and copied the contents of the letter.

She saw that when Gu Changan was at his most desperate, there were despicable surrenderers dancing for the barbarians to cheer up the barbarians, in the place where Anxi Yinghun had been holding on for 63 years.

There has never been such a moment when Pei Jingshu felt that holding a pen was a kind of torment for her soul, which made her feel unbearable!

Looking at Jing Shu, who was crying and trembling all over, the empress' eyes were sour, she knew that it was the most tragic three years in the history of Huang Huang Qing.

The Jinluan Palace was as dead as a tomb, and there was no sound at all, only Pei Daizhao couldn't help crying.

Liu Shang clenched his fists tightly, his teeth clenched, he had been praying for Chang'an to live, but what was the price of living?

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

Above is a dense pile of names squeezed into a pile.

"Guo Xin is the protector of the great majority. His ancestral home is Huazhou. He killed seventy-one people and died in battle for his country."

"Cheng Mazi, who was originally from Yangzhou, killed twenty-nine barbarians, but was captured and died under torture."

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

"..."

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

"Investigate the household registration and reward the descendants of Anxi's heroic soul." The Empress did not hesitate.

But there was silence in the hall.

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

What's more, Anxi Yinghun is not only from the Tang Dynasty, they come from all over Shenzhou.

"The list will be spread across the land of China, and Liu Shang will be responsible for the overall identification. It will neither teach the history of history nor let Anxi's descendants chill."

Xu Ting suggested.

"Okay." The Empress nodded lightly, as if her emotions had never been adjusted back, her mind was filled with a lonely person watching over the Tang Dynasty territory.

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

"The Central Plains has been struggling for decades in the dark history of internal and external troubles. Today, Anxi's heroic soul shines brightly."

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

"Dawn will lead the Central Plains out of the darkness, and the torch of resistance must burn all over the land of Shenzhou!"

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

The Golden Palace was dead silent.

When Ninth Five-Year Supreme said the words "lifting the coffin to go on an expedition", the shock went straight to the heart, and the ministers were horrified.

Xu Ting's deep-set eye sockets couldn't hide his horror. The emperor's words were unequivocal, not to mention the most solemn palace.

Carry the coffin and set off!

"I implore Your Majesty to take the society and grain in mind." A purple-robed official came out tremblingly and persuaded.

After the An-Shi Rebellion, Li Tang's dozen or so emperors were undoubtedly the best today, and they must not take risks lightly.

"The political affairs hall plans to decree, and it will be announced to the world today!" The Empress was decisive.

The purple-robed official hesitated to speak, but finally returned to the queue.

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

At first, it was just a hunch, and His Majesty wanted to send 10,000 elites. Now it has been confirmed that there is still the territory of the Tang Dynasty. There is a legendary hero who has shaken the past and the present. How can there be any reason to hesitate?

Not to mention.

The unprecedented epic legend awakened their long-silent blood.

Alone and dare to rush to Wanjun, China, how can there be any reason to be afraid of barbarians?

After being oppressed by barbarians for decades, it is time for the Central Plains to fight back!

Liu Shang's eyes welled up in tears again. Anxi Yinghun was waiting for this moment. Although it was 63 years late, it would be fine as long as he went.

The scene that he often imagined in his dreams will also appear in the future. One million troops from the Central Plains are approaching the Western Regions, looking at the city of blood and fog, and said in a loud voice:

"go home!"

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

Zhelansu's staff, who had been ignored for a long time, trembled in fear. The timing of surrender was not right. The 13,000 elites who had been saved at the risk of self-destructing their dignity many times were afraid that they would all lead the charge in the Western Regions.

"How?" The Empress suddenly looked at him.

The staff bit the bullet and said "yes".

The treatment of surrender is like this. If you lose the battle, the Lord will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame and become the laughing stock of future generations.

In the collision between the two civilizations, the chances of winning in the Central Plains are slim, and even the barbarian empires are eager to complete their achievements in one battle.

Of course, the key is how much willpower the Central Plains can explode, which is the decisive factor for the outcome.

At least in the Tang Dynasty, after hearing about Gu Chang'an's deeds, tears broke down, and the empress even said that she would carry the coffin to go on the expedition, which shows that her spiritual will is unshakable.

"The foreign ministers retire." Xu Ting finished his mission and left the Golden Palace very calmly, but stopped after walking a few steps, and said softly:

"This is the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. You should be the first to step into Qiuci City, and you should pick up the ashes of Chang'an and Anxi Yinghun."

After speaking, he walked out of the hall calmly, and the dusky sunset slanted head-on. Before he knew it, a long time had passed, and his ups and downs gradually calmed down.

The Queen's expression was dazed, she suddenly thought, what should she say when she sees Gu Changan?

I've worked hard for you, or am I sorry for you?

It seems that all words are pale and feeble.

Civil and military officials were silent.

Suddenly, an untimely voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, this minister advises not to take care of Chang'an, he is insane," an elegant scholar-bureaucrat said cautiously.

He knew what he was saying was risky, but it was an undeniable fact.

Such an uncontrollable devil, once the massacre is launched, the Central Plains will be devastated and devastated!

As a scholar-bureaucrat who worries about the country and the people, he should plan ahead.

The ministers were dizzy, not afraid, but sad.

A hero who has paid all for the Central Plains nation, has not yet returned home, has not received any glory and applause, a self-righteous worm begins to question, it seems that destroying the hero is something to be proud of.

Aware of the icy atmosphere in the hall, the elegant official was anxious and added:

"This minister thinks that Gu Changan will be crowned king and let him continue to stick to his territory."

Heroes are just tools of power and should be held high.

Liu Shang shuddered, he roared like crazy, but his throat could only make intermittent sounds.

When does Chang'an need a reward, he is for the entire Chinese nation, but if the Central Plains abandons him ruthlessly, it will completely destroy the soul of Chang'an!

"Slash!"

An extremely cold voice came from the throne.

Before the elegant officials begged for mercy, the extremely angry Royal Forest Army rushed into the Golden Palace and dragged it out.

"He is crazy for the country, how can he hurt the people of the Central Plains?"

That's it, the Central Plains are all torn apart, civilization is about to perish, and some people are showing off their so-called power!

When the torrent of blood swept over, he transformed himself into a loyal lackey of the barbarians.

The staff secretly spit, and it is no wonder that the Central Plains has fallen to this point, I am afraid that there are still many weak factions hidden.

If it weren't for the belief in the Huaxia spirit represented by Gu Changan, the Lord, as an official of the empire's frontier, would he surrender to Li Tang without any bargaining?

The female emperor's killing intent has not diminished, and she looked around the palace coldly, and said solemnly:

"Listen clearly, I carry the coffin to go on an expedition, and either die in the Western Regions, or bring Gu Changan back with dignity."

"Gene Era"

"Retreat!"

The civil and military officials bowed with difficulty, and their bodies were stiff and paralyzed after standing for too long, but their inner emotions were still agitated.

Gu Changan, this name will resound throughout the country, and his history of miraculous wars will make the world boil!

...

At three quarters of the hour, in a tavern in Chang'an City, an old official from the imperial court came straight to the court.

"Zijin." He glanced around and hurriedly walked to the corner of the tavern.

The white-haired shopkeeper gave a "hmm" and handed him the eggs after peeling them.

"There is news about your honor." The old minister said excitedly.

The shopkeeper's arms froze and accidentally knocked over the wine jug on the table. He wiped the wine stains off with a blank face.

Seeing his friend's face blushing, he didn't seem to be joking. He pointed to the dense spots on the back of his hand and joked:

"I'm in my eighties, and my father has been waiting for me in the underworld for decades."

"Zijin!" The old minister said loudly:

"The Tang Dynasty still has a piece of territory in the Western Regions. It has not been lost in sixty-three years. The list of Anxi's heroic souls is back, and it is posted in the imperial cities. I am fortunate to see the name of Ling Zun."

After a short pause, he sighed:

"Du Lin, originally from Xiangyang, killed three barbarians and killed himself."

The shopkeeper suddenly lowered his head to drink, the wine glass was empty and still sipping it. After a long silence, he said indifferently:

"Xu is the same place with the same name and surname."

The old minister stroked his crest, his eyes full of tears:

"You once told me that Ling Zun left without saying goodbye sixty-four years ago!"

With this touch, the shopkeeper immediately burst into tears and wiped his tears with the corner of his sleeve.

"Zijin, you have misunderstood your honor for sixty-four years..." The old minister was overwhelmed with grief, and then quietly left the tavern and closed the door.

The old man could not stop trembling, this news stabbed his heart and soul like a sharp dagger, and the dusty memories came surging.

He walked into the interior in a daze, and pulled out a cobweb-entangled spirit card from the corner of the drawer.

[Examine the spirit of Duke Du and the Lord of Lin House first. 】

The shopkeeper carefully blew away the dust, and the old tears fell.

He recalled the distant sixty-four years ago, when his parents reconciled, he voluntarily followed his mother, and his hometown in Zhuyuan was the last time the father and son met.

"Father, my grandfather was Du Fu, a poet who was astonishing in the world. The uncle is full of economics, the second uncle writes the national policy, the fourth uncle hangs the pot to save the world, and the father is the only one who fights cocks and dogs!"

The young man cursed bitterly.

Father frowned deeply and said solemnly:

"A man born between heaven and earth should be happy in a timely manner. The way of heaven is not benevolent and the gang is corrupt, so what's the deal with your father?"

"Before my grandfather died, he scolded you for being ineffective, and your mother left you, asking me to say, it's a shame to have a father like you!"

The young man left angrily.

He remembered that it was a snowy winter. Later, he heard the old servant mention that Dad had been in the wind and snow for a long time.

Since that day, there has been no audio.

The shopkeeper held the spirit card in his arms, beating his chest and sobbing:

"If I hadn't scolded you, you wouldn't have proven yourself to be a backboned father, and you wouldn't have died in the Western Regions."

"I'm sorry, I hated you all my life, sorry."

The body of the dying old man twitched. He had nothing to do in his life, but he always hated a father who died fighting for his country.

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