There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed.

The people in the market understand this truth, the princes and generals understand, Ye Ziyi understands, and the sage Bai Zhiqiu, who has lived for thousands of years, has no reason not to understand.

He will not indulge in the sentimentality of parting and miss the big thing, the big thing of the world's survival.

What's more, he doesn't know how many partings he has gone through.

Standing on the street with endless yellow sand, after silently bowing and kowtowing three times from Ye Ziyi, Bai Zhiqiu, who was born with a Confucian appearance, turned around and thought that it was time for him to go.

He didn't go back to the Dragon Gate Inn, but walked quietly along the mixed streets, unconsciously, his mind was beyond the object.

He remembered some past events, about the past of Hua Jingci and Meng Qingshu.

When you have it, you take it for granted, and when you lose it, you miss it, and people are always so strange.

What's even more ridiculous is that Bai Zhiqiu didn't expect that even he couldn't escape this rule.

How many years ago was that?

……

The carriage that drove out of Dongchu finally arrived at the imperial capital in the bleak wind and cold rain.

In the heavy rain, Su Xiaofan got out of the car with an umbrella and lifted the curtain.

Jun Zeyu poked his head out and looked up at the high city wall. It was as if he was calculating whether this giant city that had stood for 500 years could trap him.

Retracting his gaze, a figure came into view at the city gate.

White clothes and white hair.

Who is it if it's not Emperor Wuxi?

Although Jun Zeyu had long expected that Emperor Wuxian would appear here, he was still quite surprised when he saw the latter. Because he vaguely perceived, he found that the emperor's tearless breath and cultivation were becoming more and more unfathomable. Among the same generation, it is likely that he has surpassed the Lord of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of Kunlun Mountain, Muyun Sword City, who was destroyed ten years ago!

is the elder brother, and it is slightly inferior.

"King Ming came from afar and didn't take the lead in informing him, if it weren't for the foolish brother's coincidence, it would really make the world laugh at my imperial league for neglecting the distinguished guests. Emperor Wu tearfully held the oil umbrella and carried it behind him with one hand. The smile in the corner of his eyes is written with surprise and satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect Nan Xihan to convey the news so quickly, and I was satisfied that Jun Zeyu chose to go to the meeting alone, saving a lot of trouble.

Su Xiaofan helped Jun Zeyu get out of the carriage, holding a burning stick in his left hand and standing behind him with an umbrella. His solemn expression seemed to be ready for a life-and-death battle with the unfathomable new Emperor Alliance Lord under the city gate.

In contrast, Jun Zeyu was surprised and quickly regained his composure.

The autumn was cold and the rain was cold, he coughed a few times and said, "Brother Yu Dongchu heard that Shen Shimei was imprisoned by the alliance leader not long ago. If there is a place to be guilty, hopefully

Forgive me. ”

Jun Zeyu never doubted his speculation about fate. Ten years ago, he expected that this calamity would befall the imperial capital, and he carefully prepared.

Take things as they come.

Straight to the point, what he did was naturally to confirm whether Shen Tianxin's life was worry-free. This determines whether he will be able to step through the door or not.

Emperor Wu smiled without tears: "How can the rumors be believed to be true? King Ming must not misunderstand......

"So, Shen Shimei is not in your mansion?"

"Indeed, he is a guest in the Hidden Mansion!"

"Guest?"

"The Shen family is one of the thirteen royal families, the pillar of the imperial alliance. Foolish brother and Shen Shimei don't say that they are also friends in the same vein, how can they be imprisoned?"

After knowing that Shen Tianxin's life was worry-free, Jun Zeyu was relieved for a while. took the oil umbrella from Su Xiaofan's hand and chuckled: "I think it's my brother who has a lot of heart." ”

Emperor Wu smiled without tears: "The so-called Chongguan is angry and red-faced, and the foolish brother understands the worries of King Ming." ”

After saying that, Emperor Wutear turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation.

Jun Zeyu looked at Su Xiaofan and nodded, and finally the two figures were covered by the dense rain line and disappeared into the crowd of people coming and going on the street.

And then the gates are closed!

Su Xiaofan was drenched in the rain.

Looking at the majestic city and the closed gates, my heart became more and more uneasy.

He didn't dare to think about it, let alone delay any longer.

In the pouring rain, he drove back alone in a carriage. After traveling about a hundred miles, in an unknown mound and mountain somewhere in Zhongzhou, he untied the reins of his horse, let the horse go back to the mountain, and pushed the empty carriage down the cliff.

After doing all this, he began to hide his whereabouts.

According to the speculation of King Ming, the Thirteen Kings City of Zhongzhou at this time must have been the same as the emperor, and it was completely martial law after the giant gate was closed. If you want to leave the belly of the world, you can't go anywhere.

He needed to wait, wait for this rain to fall into the night.

……

Autumn rain into the night.

In the glittering Lianxiang Building, a figure was thrown out. The man fell into the bluestone street, making a slight splash. The people of the neighborhood who passed by were afraid of causing trouble, so they took a detour and stayed away, as if they had seen a crazy man.

Nancy Han is not crazy.

He was just crazy, drunk and dreaming of death, unwilling and unwilling to wake up.

He was lying on the bluestone street, and the cold rain was blowing on his face. Looking at the boundless darkness of the night sky, he sneered a few times and poured a drink.

"Singing about wine, life is geometric, such as morning dew, going to the bitter days......" He didn't know what to remember, and he began to laugh.

"Good wine!"

……

Ten years ago, Jun Zeyu unified Tiandong and opened a new dynasty, so it is natural to have routine rewards for meritorious service.

Among the many good generals, the silver-robed Confucian general Weiyangsheng and the chief general of the Xiliu Army, Wu Xiuyang, surrounded Yan Nanfei because of the battle of Julu, and undoubtedly won the first merit, and finally won the title of Marquis of Wu and Marquis of Weiyang, which is the head of the princes other than Su Xiaofan in the Eastern Chu Dynasty.

About 20 days ago, Weiyangsheng, who was stationed in the fiefdom, suddenly received a letter from the king of Ming, asking him to temporarily take charge of the immortal court, make a decision in the court, and exercise the power of the king of Ming. The thoughtful governor of Weiyang Sheng was not trivial, so he hurried to the Daming Palace overnight.

After visiting the Heavenly Machine Star, who had long been out of business, the first royal edict promulgated by Wei Yangsheng in charge of the Ming Dynasty was the 800 Thousand Miles Prohibition.

Implementer, Eight Hundred Disciples.

All the people who enter and leave the realm of the 800 sects, whether they are ordinary people or cultivators, or the officials of the various departments who return to the palace to report to the court, must undergo a strict investigation. However, those who have unknown origins and act strangely and cause trouble to the people will inevitably be imprisoned.

Similar to Nancy Han, this kind of muddy nightmare has been in the 800 sects, and there have been a total of ten troubles.

But he is no ordinary person after all.

The disciples of the eight hundred sects recognized their appearance and did not dare to dispose of it without authorization, so they reported it layer by layer and invited Weiyang Sheng......

The cold rain suddenly stopped, and Nancy, who was lying on the bluestone street like a lost dog, was drunk and hazy, and saw an oil umbrella, with a face under the umbrella, and Weiyangsheng appeared in front of the door of the Lianxiang Building.

……

Dark, damp, cold, with a constant wail in my ears.

Suddenly, cold water hit her face, and Nancy Han, who was sitting on the ground with iron chains on her hands and feet, regained some consciousness.

The jailer brought in the wine case, and Weiyangsheng sat down cross-legged on the futon.

Looking at the young handsome man who had several connections with the Imperial League in the past, and now the drunkard who is like mud, this Weiyang Marquis, who is in charge of the Ming Dynasty, sighed in his heart.

He poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

Nancy Han saw the person sitting across from him clearly, and he felt quite familiar, but his thinking was confused and his head ached, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

The good thing is that it doesn't matter.

No matter who is on the other side, if you have wine, you are friends.

He casually thanked him and reached out to take the cup.

Wei Yangsheng chuckled, the cup was slightly slanted, and the wine was poured all over the table: "Respect the eighth Nancy Han of the earth in the past!"

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