Things in the world are not predestined. However, there is always an invisible force that controls the seemingly impermanent scales.

Maybe the end is the beginning, maybe revenge is self-destruction.

No one wants to stop until they take the last step. A story that can't guess the ending is the real story.

It had only been more than a year since Mu Yunyou's death, and the gears of fate had already begun to turn impatiently, trying to crush everything that stood in front of him.

The past is history, and the day of the autumn equinox of this year is destined to be engraved in the history of China.

Outside the Hanyuan Hall in the capital of Wanhua Emperor, Emperor Wen Li Houcong, as he did a year ago, once again led the civil and military officials to stand on the bluestone steps of Panyun Gate.

Today, he will personally send the only remaining descendant of the Mu Yun clan, Mu Yun Zuo, who is the only remaining descendant of the Zhiguan clan, out of the imperial capital, and the latter will lead 100,000 male soldiers across the Hanjiang River and send troops to the north with the Bihai Kingdom to attack Imulan.

Of course, what the truth will be is another matter.

Emperor Wen shed a few tears as usual, and ordered someone to offer a farewell wine, so that Mu Yunzuo was willing to get on the horse.

Ye Zhiqiu was still standing behind Emperor Wen with his eyebrows lowered, and he knew as well as Emperor Wen in his heart.

This is all for the sake of the country. As for whose country is it for?

The answer is the same as it was a year ago, without the slightest change.

At the same time, on the Fuxing Platform of Bihai Guotai Liquid City, Zhu Zhiling was lying on the soft couch, she was nearly eight months pregnant, her feet were very swollen, and it was very inconvenient to sit in the court, so she had to move the soft couch to the palace, and then put on a curtain to listen to the ministers.

Emperor Ming seems to be getting sicker, and Zhu Zhiling still has to be in charge of the affairs of the country. What's more, she didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

Especially today, Mu Yunzuo's 100,000 troops have been drawn from the capital of Emperor Wanhua, and I heard that Han Fu of the Songyang battalion of the vanguard army had already led 30,000 horses to take the lead three days earlier.

The winner is about to be revealed, and fate is in hand.

The minister's performance was speaking vigorously, and she couldn't listen to a word, and even felt a little noisy.

She made a gesture and motioned for Fuxing Station Chief Shi to adjourn the discussion today.

Fuxing the stars and looking at the moon and seeking the world, living up to the country and the king.

Father, boundless, I will be different from my mother.

Thousands of miles away, in the temple of the witch god in the lower city of Shakoye's capital, an expressionless old man was standing on the highest platform, staring at a southern-style mansion in the distance.

Under the ginkgo tree in the atrium of the mansion, there sat a young man, who looked from a distance, the crown on his head and the robe on his body were still glowing with silver.

This underground is as warm as spring, no morning and no dusk, he is afraid that he still doesn't know that there is an autumn wind outside, and the night is as cold as a night.

The old man recalled that when he was young, he entered the Wanhua Imperial Capital with his father for the first time, and it was about his age, which coincided with the ginkgo yellow leaves falling in the sky in late autumn. At that time, I thought that it would be great if one day I could move this house and this tree to Shakoye Dadu.

But a fake is a fake, and it is not as good as the original. My father said that if you have something you like, you should take it and take it, not make another one. Isn't that how things should be in the world?

Splendid rivers and mountains, capable people are in charge.

A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.

If you don't take this world, you really live up to this life.

The autumn breeze is clear, and the autumn moon is bright.

The fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws are frightened.

On the day of the autumn equinox, between Cangwu, Bihai, Imuran, Songyang, Yinmu, and Liuxia, it was finally time for reckoning.

The nineteenth volume of "Fallen Leaves Gather and Disperse" is a turning point in the whole book, which is both a continuation of the past and a future. As a simultaneous event from different perspectives of different people, the narrative cannot avoid the sequence, so I hope that at a certain stage, all the branches can be tied together into a unified node to make an organization, so that the reading will not be too messy. Thus, there is the day of the autumn equinox.

Thank you readers for tolerating my stubbornness in form, and I will continue to serialize the twentieth volume of "The Remnants of the Dragon" tomorrow, and another wave of truth is approaching.