The white clouds are lingering and the warm sun shines brightly.
The shimmering sea surface has returned to calm, and the broken wood and masts slowly float along with the waves.
Saren Agu stood high in the sky, overlooking the land that had lived for a long time. It had been razed to the ground, the peaks had collapsed, and the city had been leveled.
In such a scene, he only saw the Confucian Saint sealing the witch god.
That time, a thousand miles of radius turned into wasteland, and in the next three hundred years, living beings disappeared.It was not until the two superpowers dissipated that Jingshan City was rebuilt and reached its current scale.
Now, it repeats the same mistake again and history reappears.
But this time, the one who took action was not the Confucian saint, and the witch god was not in its prime. There were not many people surviving, but there were also many.
Scattered in the distance, either watching, meditating and healing, or bandaging the wound, no one dared to come back to find out.
Dafeng's army retreated.
Saren Agu's eyes turned to the altar, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared on the altar and appeared in front of the blue-robed robe.
The Joan of Arc, Irbu and Uda pagoda followed by the Great Wizard.
At this moment, standing in front of them was a broken human form, his body showing terrible cracks, and none of them were intact.
He once held the right arm of the carving knife, and the flesh and blood disappeared, revealing the blood-filled bones.
The blue clothes are ragged, the clothes are like people, and the people are like clothes.
From then on, Dafeng no longer had a military god.
Ru Guan and the carving knife automatically left not long ago and returned to the Central Plains.
Salen Agu whispered: The Central Plains has been around for thousands of years, and there are many romantic figures, you Wei Yuan are one of them.
Damn, Damn, Damn…
Ilbu's face was distorted and said furiously:
Why can he summon the Confucian saints? How can he, a martial artist, summon the Confucian saints?The Witch God accumulated strength for more than a thousand years, and finally broke free from the seal initially, and was destroyed by this thief.
I will lead my troops to slaughter Dafeng, slaughter 30,000 miles, and slaughter all the way to the capital.
You are now like a vulgar warrior.Emperor Joan of Arc mocked.
Every Taoist priest who is possessed by the talent of provocation is proficient.
Emperor Joan of Arc stood with his hands behind his back, his immortal golden body was brilliant, and the golden light and black light intertwined, and said lightly:
The Witch God was sealed and Wei Yuan died. Although the situation was bad, we had not lost this battle yet.Next, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise.
Saren Agu smiled and said: Then congratulate Your Majesty in advance for his long-lasting vision and overlooking the Central Plains.
Emperor Joan of Arc nodded slowly.
Salen Agu then said: The news of Wei Yuan's death spread throughout the northeast, allowing Yankang to recruit personnel, rebuild Jingshan City, and allow Jingguo to withdraw troops.Gather the surviving wizards to heal the surviving people and soldiers...
He issued a series of aftermath orders.
This battle will surely spread throughout Jiuzhou. He is too lazy to care about the Great Fenghui, but the three countries in the territory will surely cause crazy remarks.
This will be the most shameful day in the history of the Witch God Cult.
……
Stay away from a certain wilderness in Jingshan.
Ahahahah ！！！
Nangong Qianrou's roar spread throughout the sky, her voice was sad and desperate, mixed with deep hatred.
Witch God Witch God Witch God…
He knelt on the ground, punched the ground with both fists, and vented for a full quarter of an hour.
The white-clothed warlock walked up to him and handed him a gift. Nangong Qianrou, who was crying, raised her head and stared at him blankly.
Second senior brother Sun Xuanji said: Wei...
After saying only one word, Nangong Qianrou grabbed the secret bag like crazy and took it apart, and opened it, and a note inside.
Nangong Qianrou unfolded the note, and after reading it, tears burst out again. After a long time, he restrained all his emotions, looked towards Jingshan, and murmured:
Adopted Father, I will continue for you if you haven’t finished the chess.
In the rest of my life, one day, I will come back here, let my iron hooves walk on every inch of the territory of the Witch God Cult, let the wheels of the artillery roll over the backbone of the Witch God Cult, and turn these 60,000 miles of mountains and rivers into scorched earth.
Sun Xuanji raised his hand and gently wiped it away, making no one in the world remember them.
……
Yunlu Academy.
Back-mountain bamboo forest, in bamboo building.
Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a sculpture.
He had maintained this position for more than a month, and the table in front of him had a thin layer of gray.
Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned his head to look out the window.
Outside the open window, it was blue and the mountains were continuous. Two clear lights flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, like meteors cutting through the sky, and landing themselves lightly on the desk in front of Zhao Shou.
Dean Zhao Shouru was relieved and slowly stood up, dusted the dust on his body, and could not bow.
I don’t know whether to worship two holy objects or the one who was worshipped in the blue robe.
……
Imperial Palace.
The curtain was lowered, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly opened his eyes.
He was silent for a moment, showing a smile that seemed excited, happy, and crazy.
Emperor Jing of Yuan walked up to the attic and looked at the layers of red walls and rolling golden tiles. He opened his arms to welcome the wind and said slowly:
My era is coming.
……
Star Gazing Tower, Bagua Platform.
The surveillance officer glanced at the palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.
The world is not worth it.
……
Xu Mansion, Xu Qi'an felt a sudden pain in his heart.
What's going on? Why is my heart hurting?
He frowned and wanted to make some jokes about himself, such as if he could have a peak in the fifth grade and even a myocardial infarction?
But for some reason, he couldn't escape his panic.
……
North border.
In the camp of Dafeng and Yaoman Alliance, Xu Xinnian sat at the table and stared at the map and pondered.
He has become thinner and strong, and is still handsome, but his skin is no longer fair. The sun outside the border deepens his complexion, and the wind and sand in the north of the border roughly sucks his skin.
He is still the proud scholar, but he no longer shows his sharpness, he is more calm and restrained.
The war allowed him to grow up quickly, and the girl in the Jiaofangsi made him transform into a man, but she could not give him maturity.
He is a fallen comrade, a battle that is lingering on the brink of life and death, and an enemy that is cut and killed by him with his own hands, making him truly mature.
Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly broke into the camp and said with a smile: Farewell to the old days, and tell you an exciting news.
Xu Erlang pondered for a moment and said: No troops were sent in the military camp, it was not a victory, what's the matter?
Chu Yuanzhen waved his fist and said excitedly: Jingguo has withdrew his troops.
……
Late night.
The candlelight was like beans. Xu Qi'an, who was holding the fragments of the ground book by the table, passed the letter: I have investigated the underground with the national master again today, but the late emperor did not come back. Logically speaking, such a terrible person should not have left silently.
2: Maybe he has replaced Emperor Jing of Yuan and become emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot that he is Emperor Jing of Yuan.
Xu Qian was very concerned about the disappearance of the late emperor. A high-level powerful man who had been secretly practicing for forty years disappeared without a trace after being discovered in his hiding place.
This made Xu Qi'an extremely anxious because the late emperor was Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing was the late emperor, and he had a great revenge with Yuan Jing.Similarly, he had a great grudge against the late emperor.
Now, a top strong man lurks in the dark and may bite you at all times.
Who is not afraid?
Of course, you can also hope that all the out-of-conformity manifestations of Yuan Jing are disguised. The late emperor is a peak master. Masters must have the demeanor of masters and will not care about themselves as an ant.
King Huai was killed by Shenshu, what does it have to do with me Xu Qi'an?
If it were other top-level powerhouses, Xu Qi'an might have a hug and fantasy, but the other party was the late emperor, who was polluted by the Daosheng of the Earth Sect.
A peak master full of malice and completely evil nature must be revenge.
4: Let’s change our thinking. Do you think, Yuan Jing, Ah, which practice system did the former emperor follow?
The Earth Book Chat Group, Chu Zhuangyuan, one of the wise responsibilities, raised questions.
The early emperor's death was equivalent to severing the path of martial arts. He followed Luo Yuheng to practice Taoism for twenty-one years, and undoubtedly followed the path of the Human Sect... Xu Qi'an replied:
Three: Human Sect.
4: This is the same as I thought. So, what are the disadvantages of the practice method of the Human Sect?The karma fire burns the body, and the late emperor is of high rank. Like the national teacher, he needs to use luck to suppress the karma fire.Then he will definitely not leave the capital.
1: No, you were wrong.The late emperor was different from Luo Yuheng. Luo Yuheng needed the position of the national teacher to borrow luck.The late emperor himself was the emperor and was full of luck.
Huaiqing, one of the IQ responsibilities, would otherwise have another IQ responsibilities.
Ah, Ah, that's fine... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.
1: There is a supervisor in the capital. Since he is not under the dragon vein, he will never stay in the capital for a long time.I must have left the capital. As for where I went and what I was doing, I can't guess.
The most typical method is to judge his position based on the purpose of the late emperor... that is, if you want to know where he is, you must first know what he wants to do... Xu Qi'an rubbed his eyebrows.
As we already know, the late emperor devoured the two sons of Yuan Jing and King Huai for immortality.
He lived forty years as he wished.
Therefore, the ultimate goal of the late emperor is still immortality.
But the question is, no matter how powerful the late emperor is, can he be as powerful as Emperor Gaozu Wuzong?Can you be more powerful than Confucian and saints?
These characters have all passed away, let alone the late emperor.
According to the rules of heaven and earth that those who are lucky cannot live forever, the real age of the late emperor was 80 years older, and the Confucian sages only lived to be 82 years old.This means that the late emperor is actually coming.Of course, people cannot be generalized, and the late emperor may live one year more than the Confucian Saint when he is extremely angry.
If I were the late emperor, I would have pursued the method of immortality at all costs, but, what should I do?
It’s not that he is not smart enough, but that he has access to too little information and cannot even find the direction to make assumptions.
What did the late emperor do?
Speaking of which, Duke Wei has been on the war for almost half a month and I don’t know how the war is.
……
One night after the army set out for war, the moon was as bright as water.
Dada dada...
On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse galloped over, with chapped lips, and dusty postmen strangled the reins of the horse and shouted in a hoarse voice:
Open the city gate, 800 miles of speed up...
Pass through the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, and all the way to the imperial palace.
Late at night, Shoufu Wang was awakened by a sudden knock on the door. The old butler slapped the door and shouted: Master, Master, wake up...
In the dark room, the candlelight was lit. The maid sleeping in the outdoor room put on her clothes, held the candlestick, and hurried to open the door.
Suddenly, the maid stepped in and whispered: Master, news came from the yamen that there were 800 miles of urgent news.
Wang Shoufu was old and was woken up late at night. He couldn't hide his fatigue. He pinched his eyebrows and said: Change clothes.
There are people on duty at night in important yamen such as the cabinet to prevent such emergencies.
Whether it is 800 miles of expedited or 600 miles of expedited, the postmen were running away with their lives. It is normal to run a few horses to death, and it is possible to send them at any time.
Under the maid's service, the Shougong Wang took a carriage and entered the palace with a sound of wheels.
The assistant Wang walked quickly, entered the hall, sat down after his own case, and slowly said: Tang Zhuo!
The officials on duty in the hall immediately presented the Tang newspaper that was kept firmly by their side. Only a few Grand Secretary could disassemble the documents that were urgently accelerated by 800 miles.
Wang Shoufu took out the cutting knife and picked the lacquer open. With the slight sound of the paper, he pulled out the Tang newspaper and continued to read.
He immediately fell into dead silence.
……
Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Hall, Chen Qi, the Grand Secretary of Jianji Hall, Zhao Tingfang, and other six Grand Secretary of Dongge arrived together. They entered the cabinet and came to the Shougong Hall.
They were surprised to find that the chief minister of the cabinet, the leader of the royal party who was a very important minister, seemed to have grown several years old.
His face was gray, and his slightly turbid eyes were a little dull in his red eyes, as if he was immersed in a certain painful atmosphere and could not break free.
Obviously, the King of Kings was fine yesterday. What kind of blow did it make people lose their energy and spirit into this state overnight?
Shoufu Wang raised his head, looked around the scholars, and said in a low voice: Wei Yuan, sacrificed.
After a pause, he added: The army of 100,000 was withdrawn, only more than 16,000 people were withdrawn.
boom!
Everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, their minds were shocked and their faces were frozen.
Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, murmured: This, this is impossible, impossible...
Wang Shoufu's tone recovered a little, and he said in a deep voice:
I know it's hard to believe, but for the moment, that's the truth.Dear sirs, please give up all bad emotions. After listening to me, this battle was very strange. The Tang newspaper has been spread to the palace. Before the morning court, let’s discuss it first...
As dawn approaches, the scholars leave with exhausted expressions and worry.
The Shoufu Wang waved to a confidant and ordered with a blank expression: Send someone to Xu'an to tell Xu Qi'an about the war in the northeast.
Not giving notes is to leave no handle.
After his confidant retreated, Wang Shoufu walked to the window and looked at the darkest night before dawn. He remained silent for a long time, like a sculpture.
Wei Yuan, without you, the court will be so lonely in the future.
……
Before dawn, the knock on the door awakened Zhong Li and Xu Qi'an in the room at the same time.
The latter responded: Who?
The voice of the concierge Lao Zhang came: Dalang, someone is looking for you, claiming to be a person from the cabinet.
cabinet?Shoufu Wang sent someone to find me at this time?!
Xu Qi'an immediately stood up, put on his robe, and said, "Take me to see him."
After leaving the room and heading to the outer hall, Xu Qi'an saw a middle-aged man wearing official uniform standing in the hall.
Xu Yinluo!
The middle-aged official instinctively called out this title.
Xu Qi'an was used to the conservative concepts of the people in the capital and asked bluntly: What's the matter with me, sir?
The middle-aged official said: Mr. Chief Assistant asked me to bring you a message.
It was indeed the King's Shoufu... Xu Qi'an nodded: Please say.
The middle-aged official hesitated, and he was brewing for a long time, whispering: Duke Wei, he died in the Northeast.
……
The shimmering sea surface has returned to calm, and the broken wood and masts slowly float along with the waves.
Saren Agu stood high in the sky, overlooking the land that had lived for a long time. It had been razed to the ground, the peaks had collapsed, and the city had been leveled.
In such a scene, he only saw the Confucian Saint sealing the witch god.
That time, a thousand miles of radius turned into wasteland, and in the next three hundred years, living beings disappeared.It was not until the two superpowers dissipated that Jingshan City was rebuilt and reached its current scale.
Now, it repeats the same mistake again and history reappears.
But this time, the one who took action was not the Confucian saint, and the witch god was not in its prime. There were not many people surviving, but there were also many.
Scattered in the distance, either watching, meditating and healing, or bandaging the wound, no one dared to come back to find out.
Dafeng's army retreated.
Saren Agu's eyes turned to the altar, and his figure suddenly disappeared. The next moment, he appeared on the altar and appeared in front of the blue-robed robe.
The Joan of Arc, Irbu and Uda pagoda followed by the Great Wizard.
At this moment, standing in front of them was a broken human form, his body showing terrible cracks, and none of them were intact.
He once held the right arm of the carving knife, and the flesh and blood disappeared, revealing the blood-filled bones.
The blue clothes are ragged, the clothes are like people, and the people are like clothes.
From then on, Dafeng no longer had a military god.
Ru Guan and the carving knife automatically left not long ago and returned to the Central Plains.
Salen Agu whispered: The Central Plains has been around for thousands of years, and there are many romantic figures, you Wei Yuan are one of them.
Damn, Damn, Damn…
Ilbu's face was distorted and said furiously:
Why can he summon the Confucian saints? How can he, a martial artist, summon the Confucian saints?The Witch God accumulated strength for more than a thousand years, and finally broke free from the seal initially, and was destroyed by this thief.
I will lead my troops to slaughter Dafeng, slaughter 30,000 miles, and slaughter all the way to the capital.
You are now like a vulgar warrior.Emperor Joan of Arc mocked.
Every Taoist priest who is possessed by the talent of provocation is proficient.
Emperor Joan of Arc stood with his hands behind his back, his immortal golden body was brilliant, and the golden light and black light intertwined, and said lightly:
The Witch God was sealed and Wei Yuan died. Although the situation was bad, we had not lost this battle yet.Next, it’s time for you to fulfill your promise.
Saren Agu smiled and said: Then congratulate Your Majesty in advance for his long-lasting vision and overlooking the Central Plains.
Emperor Joan of Arc nodded slowly.
Salen Agu then said: The news of Wei Yuan's death spread throughout the northeast, allowing Yankang to recruit personnel, rebuild Jingshan City, and allow Jingguo to withdraw troops.Gather the surviving wizards to heal the surviving people and soldiers...
He issued a series of aftermath orders.
This battle will surely spread throughout Jiuzhou. He is too lazy to care about the Great Fenghui, but the three countries in the territory will surely cause crazy remarks.
This will be the most shameful day in the history of the Witch God Cult.
……
Stay away from a certain wilderness in Jingshan.
Ahahahah ！！！
Nangong Qianrou's roar spread throughout the sky, her voice was sad and desperate, mixed with deep hatred.
Witch God Witch God Witch God…
He knelt on the ground, punched the ground with both fists, and vented for a full quarter of an hour.
The white-clothed warlock walked up to him and handed him a gift. Nangong Qianrou, who was crying, raised her head and stared at him blankly.
Second senior brother Sun Xuanji said: Wei...
After saying only one word, Nangong Qianrou grabbed the secret bag like crazy and took it apart, and opened it, and a note inside.
Nangong Qianrou unfolded the note, and after reading it, tears burst out again. After a long time, he restrained all his emotions, looked towards Jingshan, and murmured:
Adopted Father, I will continue for you if you haven’t finished the chess.
In the rest of my life, one day, I will come back here, let my iron hooves walk on every inch of the territory of the Witch God Cult, let the wheels of the artillery roll over the backbone of the Witch God Cult, and turn these 60,000 miles of mountains and rivers into scorched earth.
Sun Xuanji raised his hand and gently wiped it away, making no one in the world remember them.
……
Yunlu Academy.
Back-mountain bamboo forest, in bamboo building.
Zhao Shou sat in the hall, motionless, like a sculpture.
He had maintained this position for more than a month, and the table in front of him had a thin layer of gray.
Suddenly, Zhao Shou moved and turned his head to look out the window.
Outside the open window, it was blue and the mountains were continuous. Two clear lights flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, like meteors cutting through the sky, and landing themselves lightly on the desk in front of Zhao Shou.
Dean Zhao Shouru was relieved and slowly stood up, dusted the dust on his body, and could not bow.
I don’t know whether to worship two holy objects or the one who was worshipped in the blue robe.
……
Imperial Palace.
The curtain was lowered, and Emperor Yuan Jing, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon, slowly opened his eyes.
He was silent for a moment, showing a smile that seemed excited, happy, and crazy.
Emperor Jing of Yuan walked up to the attic and looked at the layers of red walls and rolling golden tiles. He opened his arms to welcome the wind and said slowly:
My era is coming.
……
Star Gazing Tower, Bagua Platform.
The surveillance officer glanced at the palace, smiled, and lowered his head to drink.
The world is not worth it.
……
Xu Mansion, Xu Qi'an felt a sudden pain in his heart.
What's going on? Why is my heart hurting?
He frowned and wanted to make some jokes about himself, such as if he could have a peak in the fifth grade and even a myocardial infarction?
But for some reason, he couldn't escape his panic.
……
North border.
In the camp of Dafeng and Yaoman Alliance, Xu Xinnian sat at the table and stared at the map and pondered.
He has become thinner and strong, and is still handsome, but his skin is no longer fair. The sun outside the border deepens his complexion, and the wind and sand in the north of the border roughly sucks his skin.
He is still the proud scholar, but he no longer shows his sharpness, he is more calm and restrained.
The war allowed him to grow up quickly, and the girl in the Jiaofangsi made him transform into a man, but she could not give him maturity.
He is a fallen comrade, a battle that is lingering on the brink of life and death, and an enemy that is cut and killed by him with his own hands, making him truly mature.
Chu Yuanzhen hurriedly broke into the camp and said with a smile: Farewell to the old days, and tell you an exciting news.
Xu Erlang pondered for a moment and said: No troops were sent in the military camp, it was not a victory, what's the matter?
Chu Yuanzhen waved his fist and said excitedly: Jingguo has withdrew his troops.
……
Late night.
The candlelight was like beans. Xu Qi'an, who was holding the fragments of the ground book by the table, passed the letter: I have investigated the underground with the national master again today, but the late emperor did not come back. Logically speaking, such a terrible person should not have left silently.
2: Maybe he has replaced Emperor Jing of Yuan and become emperor in the palace. Oh, I forgot that he is Emperor Jing of Yuan.
Xu Qian was very concerned about the disappearance of the late emperor. A high-level powerful man who had been secretly practicing for forty years disappeared without a trace after being discovered in his hiding place.
This made Xu Qi'an extremely anxious because the late emperor was Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing was the late emperor, and he had a great revenge with Yuan Jing.Similarly, he had a great grudge against the late emperor.
Now, a top strong man lurks in the dark and may bite you at all times.
Who is not afraid?
Of course, you can also hope that all the out-of-conformity manifestations of Yuan Jing are disguised. The late emperor is a peak master. Masters must have the demeanor of masters and will not care about themselves as an ant.
King Huai was killed by Shenshu, what does it have to do with me Xu Qi'an?
If it were other top-level powerhouses, Xu Qi'an might have a hug and fantasy, but the other party was the late emperor, who was polluted by the Daosheng of the Earth Sect.
A peak master full of malice and completely evil nature must be revenge.
4: Let’s change our thinking. Do you think, Yuan Jing, Ah, which practice system did the former emperor follow?
The Earth Book Chat Group, Chu Zhuangyuan, one of the wise responsibilities, raised questions.
The early emperor's death was equivalent to severing the path of martial arts. He followed Luo Yuheng to practice Taoism for twenty-one years, and undoubtedly followed the path of the Human Sect... Xu Qi'an replied:
Three: Human Sect.
4: This is the same as I thought. So, what are the disadvantages of the practice method of the Human Sect?The karma fire burns the body, and the late emperor is of high rank. Like the national teacher, he needs to use luck to suppress the karma fire.Then he will definitely not leave the capital.
1: No, you were wrong.The late emperor was different from Luo Yuheng. Luo Yuheng needed the position of the national teacher to borrow luck.The late emperor himself was the emperor and was full of luck.
Huaiqing, one of the IQ responsibilities, would otherwise have another IQ responsibilities.
Ah, Ah, that's fine... Chu Yuanzhen muttered in his heart.
1: There is a supervisor in the capital. Since he is not under the dragon vein, he will never stay in the capital for a long time.I must have left the capital. As for where I went and what I was doing, I can't guess.
The most typical method is to judge his position based on the purpose of the late emperor... that is, if you want to know where he is, you must first know what he wants to do... Xu Qi'an rubbed his eyebrows.
As we already know, the late emperor devoured the two sons of Yuan Jing and King Huai for immortality.
He lived forty years as he wished.
Therefore, the ultimate goal of the late emperor is still immortality.
But the question is, no matter how powerful the late emperor is, can he be as powerful as Emperor Gaozu Wuzong?Can you be more powerful than Confucian and saints?
These characters have all passed away, let alone the late emperor.
According to the rules of heaven and earth that those who are lucky cannot live forever, the real age of the late emperor was 80 years older, and the Confucian sages only lived to be 82 years old.This means that the late emperor is actually coming.Of course, people cannot be generalized, and the late emperor may live one year more than the Confucian Saint when he is extremely angry.
If I were the late emperor, I would have pursued the method of immortality at all costs, but, what should I do?
It’s not that he is not smart enough, but that he has access to too little information and cannot even find the direction to make assumptions.
What did the late emperor do?
Speaking of which, Duke Wei has been on the war for almost half a month and I don’t know how the war is.
……
One night after the army set out for war, the moon was as bright as water.
Dada dada...
On the official road outside the capital, a fast horse galloped over, with chapped lips, and dusty postmen strangled the reins of the horse and shouted in a hoarse voice:
Open the city gate, 800 miles of speed up...
Pass through the outer city, the inner city, the imperial city, and all the way to the imperial palace.
Late at night, Shoufu Wang was awakened by a sudden knock on the door. The old butler slapped the door and shouted: Master, Master, wake up...
In the dark room, the candlelight was lit. The maid sleeping in the outdoor room put on her clothes, held the candlestick, and hurried to open the door.
Suddenly, the maid stepped in and whispered: Master, news came from the yamen that there were 800 miles of urgent news.
Wang Shoufu was old and was woken up late at night. He couldn't hide his fatigue. He pinched his eyebrows and said: Change clothes.
There are people on duty at night in important yamen such as the cabinet to prevent such emergencies.
Whether it is 800 miles of expedited or 600 miles of expedited, the postmen were running away with their lives. It is normal to run a few horses to death, and it is possible to send them at any time.
Under the maid's service, the Shougong Wang took a carriage and entered the palace with a sound of wheels.
The assistant Wang walked quickly, entered the hall, sat down after his own case, and slowly said: Tang Zhuo!
The officials on duty in the hall immediately presented the Tang newspaper that was kept firmly by their side. Only a few Grand Secretary could disassemble the documents that were urgently accelerated by 800 miles.
Wang Shoufu took out the cutting knife and picked the lacquer open. With the slight sound of the paper, he pulled out the Tang newspaper and continued to read.
He immediately fell into dead silence.
……
Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Hall, Chen Qi, the Grand Secretary of Jianji Hall, Zhao Tingfang, and other six Grand Secretary of Dongge arrived together. They entered the cabinet and came to the Shougong Hall.
They were surprised to find that the chief minister of the cabinet, the leader of the royal party who was a very important minister, seemed to have grown several years old.
His face was gray, and his slightly turbid eyes were a little dull in his red eyes, as if he was immersed in a certain painful atmosphere and could not break free.
Obviously, the King of Kings was fine yesterday. What kind of blow did it make people lose their energy and spirit into this state overnight?
Shoufu Wang raised his head, looked around the scholars, and said in a low voice: Wei Yuan, sacrificed.
After a pause, he added: The army of 100,000 was withdrawn, only more than 16,000 people were withdrawn.
boom!
Everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, their minds were shocked and their faces were frozen.
Qian Qingshu, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, murmured: This, this is impossible, impossible...
Wang Shoufu's tone recovered a little, and he said in a deep voice:
I know it's hard to believe, but for the moment, that's the truth.Dear sirs, please give up all bad emotions. After listening to me, this battle was very strange. The Tang newspaper has been spread to the palace. Before the morning court, let’s discuss it first...
As dawn approaches, the scholars leave with exhausted expressions and worry.
The Shoufu Wang waved to a confidant and ordered with a blank expression: Send someone to Xu'an to tell Xu Qi'an about the war in the northeast.
Not giving notes is to leave no handle.
After his confidant retreated, Wang Shoufu walked to the window and looked at the darkest night before dawn. He remained silent for a long time, like a sculpture.
Wei Yuan, without you, the court will be so lonely in the future.
……
Before dawn, the knock on the door awakened Zhong Li and Xu Qi'an in the room at the same time.
The latter responded: Who?
The voice of the concierge Lao Zhang came: Dalang, someone is looking for you, claiming to be a person from the cabinet.
cabinet?Shoufu Wang sent someone to find me at this time?!
Xu Qi'an immediately stood up, put on his robe, and said, "Take me to see him."
After leaving the room and heading to the outer hall, Xu Qi'an saw a middle-aged man wearing official uniform standing in the hall.
Xu Yinluo!
The middle-aged official instinctively called out this title.
Xu Qi'an was used to the conservative concepts of the people in the capital and asked bluntly: What's the matter with me, sir?
The middle-aged official said: Mr. Chief Assistant asked me to bring you a message.
It was indeed the King's Shoufu... Xu Qi'an nodded: Please say.
The middle-aged official hesitated, and he was brewing for a long time, whispering: Duke Wei, he died in the Northeast.
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