In 755 AD, the 11th day of the 12th month of the Tang Dynasty. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, the bustling and noisy city of Luoyang was dead silent, and the ward, which still insisted on opening the door a few days ago, is closed today like other shops.

However, those who stayed in Luoyang City knew that Lang Zhong in the hospital did not flee because he was afraid, and when the battle was fought yesterday, the only old man left in the city carried a medicine box to treat the wounded in the tea shed under the city wall, while the people who would rather die than leave Luoyang carried everything that could be used as weapons to the city tower.

Knowing that he will die, it is better to take these things to ask for the life of the thief than to keep them for the thief.

The enemy retreated for the time being, but the only old man in the city also fell due to several days of healing. Lang Zhong at his age had already passed on Yibo to his son and grandson, but his grandson was one of the first victims of the war, and he died somewhere outside the city, and his bones are still unknown.

And his son, who was shot in the back of the heart by a stray arrow two days ago in order to save the guards who were wounded on the battlefield, was carried back to the city by the small soldiers, and he only had time to look at his elderly father before he died.

He guarded his son's body all night, but the next day he appeared at the bottom of the city in place of his son, carrying the medicine box stained with his son's blood.

Now, seeing that his breathing is getting lighter and slower, the soldiers and the people have silently lowered their heads, and their minds are delicate, and they have already wiped their tears with the corners of their clothes.

"Ji Langzhong, I'll carry you to the interstitial library." A teenager breaks the silence. The boy looked like he was only sixteen years old, and what should have been the best time was ruined by this war. The scars on his childish face and the dried blood added to his murderous aura.

Lao Langzhong's eyes lit up, he couldn't speak, but everyone understood the meaning of that expression.

There is an interstitial warehouse is the largest quality warehouse in Luoyang, and in the past, this place where pawned items were exchanged for silver money, but now it is used to house the corpses of soldiers and civilians who died in the hands of the rebels, and the body of Lao Langzhong's son is also there.

The young man picked up Lao Langzhong, squatted down in front of him, let him lie on his back, and stumbled when he got up, almost falling to the ground.

Holding the young man with both hands, a man took the old man and carried him towards the city. The body that had not bent on the battlefield leaned forward at this time, just to make Lao Langzhong more comfortable.

The cold moonlight shines through the clouds, and today is considered to be surviving, but tomorrow without hope is another difficult day.

The cold wind of the December night froze people's bones, and the huge North City was pitch black, if it weren't for the moonlight shining on the road tonight, I really don't know if I could see the road under my feet.

"Yip?"

A cold female voice sounded, and the man suddenly woke up from his thoughts.

The woman was dressed in filial piety clothes, and her long black hair was only curled up with a silver hairpin embedded in pearls. She carried a white paper lantern, and the warm orange candlelight reflected on her face, softening the slightly sharp features on the woman's face.

"Si Li ......" The man opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

If you want to speak, you will have something to do. The woman raised the lantern and saw the old man on the man's back, she lifted the lantern to the side, and it was pitch black behind him, and no one followed him.

The woman stroked the pearl hairpin between her hair, as if she knew what the man wanted to say.

"Let's go back."

The woman walked in front with a lantern, her beautiful back was thin and desolate, and the fluttering skirt was just like the midnight blooming grace......

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Agni licking. Lick. On the skin, the pure white filial piety clothes turned into ashes inch by inch, and the tiles that fell from the roof smashed at his feet, shattering into large and small pieces......

There was a slight "click" sound overhead, and when Ming Baht heard the sound and looked up, the beam on his head suddenly fell, and countless tiles and wooden stakes fell together.

Today is the end. Ming Ba closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth faintly raised a small arc.

"Siri be careful!"

Seeing that the falling beams were about to fall on her, Mingyi didn't have time to think, and the only thought in his mind was not to hurt her. He instinctively protected her under him, and when the beam smashed his bones hard, he remembered that they had been in the first place. Burn, he protected her at this time, but he couldn't protect her life.

The house was weakened by the burning fire, and the collapsed house buried the figures of the two men, as well as the secrets......

On December 12, Datang Tianbao fell.

Rebels surge. They went to the homes of wealthy officials to loot money, but unfortunately, all the money they could bring with them when they fled was taken away, and the rebels did not get much. I don't know who mentioned that there are many hidden treasures in the interstitial treasury in Beishi, and the rebels set off towards Beishi, however, before entering Beishi, they have seen thick smoke billowing over Beishi. Smelling the breath, there is an interstitial Kusi Li Ming Baht to ignite all the combustible things, and the pilgrimage is self-sufficient. Incinerate it. When the rebels arrived, they saw a three-story building collapse with a bang, and the flying ash mixed with fragments of silver tickets......