The third year of Tianyu, spring.

The prosperity is still the same, and the city of Luoyang is bustling with laughter. As long as the soldiers and horses have not yet set foot in this Luoyang city, and the country has not changed hands, a stable and peaceful life can continue.

Si Ming Xingjun walked into a tea shop with a scroll in his hand, and after a moment of glancing, he made it in the west window position, Xiao Er poured him a cup of tea, he took a sip, and then put it down again, and his eyes moved to the person opposite.

"Why are you here? Don't you feel that the number of lives you wrote is not exciting enough, so you add a few strokes?" said Wu Wu, raising the tea cup in his hand.

The lord laughed, Xiaoxian came to the mortal world this time because of the lord. Si Ming Xingjun said with a serious face.

"Me?"

Frowning without worry, Si Ming Xingjun is responsible for writing down the number of mortal lives, I am a god, and I don't need to go through calamities, what is it that has alarmed Tianfu Palace?

"What?"

"A few days ago, there was some change in the repulsion book, which disturbed the volume that Xiaoxian had written, Xiaoxian looked through all the immortal law books and was puzzled, until yesterday the repulsion book emitted a few wisps of divine consciousness, Xiaoxian immediately traced back, and the source was Yun Mengze. ”

Yun Mengze?

Didn't I seal it with my own hands? How can I communicate with the outside world?

After thinking about it for a while, Si Ming Xingjun spread out the rejection book in his hand, and the light purple smoke attracted the eyes of both worry-free, accompanied by a faint lotus fragrance, which was very sweet.

This is the smell of Yun Mengze, she has smelled it for hundreds of years, and she can't be wrong!

How could this be? The lilac consciousness is the only one he has except for the carefree, could it be that he is still alive and the divine consciousness has not been dissipated?

"If Xiaoxian is not mistaken, the origin of this divine consciousness is the narration of the night god. Si Ming Xingjun looked at it and said without worry.

"That's right, it's his!" put down the cup in his hand without worry, and the whole person wilted.

Si Ming Xingjun looked at the face of Worry-free, without a trace of expression, if the rumors were true, the Dream Builder loved the Night God deeply, then he should be happy to get this news, how could he look at Worry-free but had a sad face?

Si Ming Xingjun has written so many ups and downs of life, but he still can't empathize.

"The owner looks...... Isn't it very joyful......" Si Ming rubbed the corner of his clothes and said cautiously.

"It's just a bit of a surprise. Neither Worry-Free just chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Have you found out what's going on?"

"With the mana of the little immortal land, I can't know yet. Si Ming Xingjun lowered his head, his eyes kept looking carefree, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Since you don't have to worry about it, you understand the voice outside the words, and Si Ming can't find it, it doesn't mean that you can't know it, and this is also the real purpose of Si Ming Xingjun's coming here.

Needless to say, she cast a spell to envelop a wisp of divine consciousness without worry, perceiving, purple smoke surrounded her, and when she opened her eyes, she was already in a chaotic area, and she couldn't see the way clearly, the taste here was very familiar, and there were no distractions.

She walked forward without worry, trying to find the source of the smoke, but no matter how far she went, the smoke always followed her, and she couldn't see the source clearly.

She waved her hand lightly and returned to the tea shop, and Si Ming Xingjun knew the result when she saw that she was carefree and her face was solemn.

Since he didn't want me to know his whereabouts, let him do it!

Anyway, I have my way, that's enough!

I poured myself a cup of tea without worry, and drank it all, eager to get drunk as soon as I drank it.

Si Ming Xingjun sensed that the carefree indifference increased a little, and his heart shuddered, sure enough, the rumors were true, the night god was really a taboo for the dream builder, and he originally thought that this would allow the cold dream builder to solve the confusion in his heart, how could he expect that he would be carefree......

Ay......

Si Ming Xingjun sighed secretly in his heart, maybe it was the will of heaven, in the past, he had no worries and ascended to God, but it was because of the blessing of the twenty-four gods, it was too easy to get, and it was often more painful later!

Looking out the window, blowing the cool breeze in spring, he said lightly: "This spring, too many people have died. ”

"What?"

Since the words changed too quickly, Si Ming Xingjun didn't react a little.

"What a book you wrote!"

"Oh oh oh - as a last resort, some people have some things that should always go away, and besides, those who are far away will come back in another way!"

Si Ming Xingjun also looked out the window, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, the preface was for Yang Jian, and the latter was for those who were carefree.

After the Spring Festival, Liu Can and his brothers were executed one by one, Zhang Tingfan was divided into five horses, and the rest of the henchmen were in prison, waiting to be beheaded.

Tang Jingzong watched the fresh lives being lost in front of his eyes like this, and he could only watch, even if he was in the court for a while, waving his dragon robe angrily, he was no match for Zhu Quanzhong, who was already in power and killed!

Whether Tang will perish or not depends on Zhu Quanzhong's thoughts.

Tang Jingzong leaned against the wall painted by Tang Cai, since the death of the Empress Dowager He, he has been in a slump, this world really cares about his life and death is only a few, and now they are almost gone, he once vowed to protect his mother, how can the world be unpredictable......

Qianlan has always been by his side and has never left.

She didn't tell Tang Jingzong about Sheng Xue, if Tang Jingzong knew that Sheng Xue had reported it, then he would definitely do whatever it took to capture Sheng Xue and pay for his life.

Gong Li sent some white fungus porridge, Qianlan took it, scooped a spoonful lightly, and put it on Tang Jingzong's mouth, but Tang Jingzong turned his head to the side and refused to eat it.

Qianlan once again pressed it to his mouth, and Tang Jingzong tilted his head a little more and closed his eyes.

Qianlan had no choice but to put the bowl down, spread out Tang Jingzong's palm with a little difficulty, and wrote: "Eat some, the body is the most important!"

Tang Jingzong was still indifferent and closed his eyes tightly.

"Empress Dowager He doesn't want you to be like this, you have to cheer up. ”

At the mention of Empress Dowager He, Tang Jingzong was a little touched, and opened his eyes, but his face was still expressionless.

"Everything she does is she wants you to live, and you can't live up to it...... It's best to be alive!"

It is better to die than to live, and there is still a glimmer of hope when you live. But is there any hope for the Tang Dynasty, which is already covered in bruises? Which last emperor can have a good death? As long as Tang Jingzong is still alive, he will be a threat to those who want to overthrow power and seize the throne.

Even if Tang Jingzong can be trampled to death with one foot like an ant, as long as he is alive, this world will not be stable!

"I ...... I won't live long, so I might as well go and see my mother earlier, and you can go...... Before anyone kills you yet, run for your life!"

Qianlan's brows twisted into a strand and slapped the back of Tang Jingzong's hand, "How many times have I said it, I won't leave." ”

"Won't go!"