"History is a cycle, and as we walk, we find ourselves standing at the beginning again."

- "The Book of the White Horse"

It was about the end of June in the Chang'an Fu calendar, and the coalition army chose a bright moon night, and quietly set off amid the insects in the wilderness.

The Kongshan Army took the lead as the vanguard, followed by the Suzhou battalion, followed by the Yilong battalion of Changdan, and finally, the Ganzhou Iron Cavalry of Li Yaoshi as the rear guard of the army, and on their horses, they still carried some supplies, and in the ranks of the Suzhou battalion, they also carried hundreds of ox carts full of grain and grass.

Like a migratory steppe nomadic tribe, the coalition army embarked on a legendary journey with "dragging their families and mouths". The first step they took was an earth-shattering step in this era. The faces of several generals were worried about the road ahead, and at the same time, in their hearts, they also sounded the horn of a new journey in life, what a bloody day, in this cold moonlight, everyone's crotch war horse, feel the heavy heart.

Under the moonlight, the vivid faces, with different expressions, or joy and excitement, looking back on the outdated, yes, these soldiers have just learned the destination of their expedition, although the journey full of unknown is often full of fear of death, but, looking up, the horse riding boy who walked in the front, with a three-foot sword hanging on his waist, and his hair tied in a green shirt, gave this group of soldiers, infinite psychological comfort and confidence, it seems that after the battle of Hutou Mountain, Yan Sima has become the spiritual yearning of the soldiers of the coalition army, he is there, the military heart is in, As he pointed out, the three armies would move forward.

This process is obviously invisible, and most people may not find out, but it will never escape Luo Feng's eyes.

At this moment, Luo Feng and Yan Beifeng walked side by side again, he no longer knew how many times he had left side by side with this Yan Sima who had put down his identity like this, but he knew that he had pinned at least half of the future of Luoyang Mansion on the body of the golden scales in the pool around him, and now, he had faintly heard the howling of the shallow dragon, and in time, he would definitely be the one who would meet the storm.

"What is the marshal thinking?" Yan Beifeng, who was on horseback, noticed Luo Feng's strange expression of longing, he probably wanted to get Luo Feng's thoughts, but all along, he often wondered, why did Luo Feng choose himself?

You must know that making such a choice, Luo Feng was obviously too hasty and even capricious, as if he was gambling on something.

"Knowingly asked." Luo Feng said softly.

"Now that I think about it, life is like a dream, if you can't think of it, it will happen, and there will be more talented people in Luoyang Mansion tomorrow, but I chose a prodigal son in a poor country to be your Sima, sometimes I really don't know how to deal with myself......"

Maybe it's the night, maybe it's the vastness of the wilderness, which makes Yan Beifeng's heart slightly open.

"How can there be so many whys in life? Many things are unpredictable, no matter who you choose, it's a gamble, why don't I choose you, the gatekeeper? Luo Feng sighed, there are not many talents in Luoyang Mansion, and there are many capable people, with Yan Beifeng, Luo Feng has his own ideas, after all, compared to others, there is a guarantee of Jiangmen, some people are born, they bring their own capital to get rich and make a fortune, intangible and tangible, will definitely exist.

"It turns out that the marshal knows...... No wonder, from this point of view, this is a big gamble. Yan Beifeng was a little surprised in his heart, but he quickly returned to calm, Luo Feng knew, wasn't it normal? He has emptied the old files in the imperial city, and he probably has looked through them one by one.

"Why not put it another way? Bole Soma can say it. Luo Feng smiled, bet? Aren't people born to gamble? Isn't it also a gamble on the luck of a thousand miles in the world? When your goal is far beyond your strength, you might as well take a gamble.

"Hahaha, I'm not a maxima, and the marshal is not Bole, it's better to say that I'm the dice in the cup, and the marshal is the person who holds the cup, and I'm the one who gambles on the country...... Win or lose by dice, success or failure by the king......" Yan Beifeng suddenly remembered the poems and books he had read in the Queen Mother's Palace, the relationship between the superior and the subjects, for thousands of years, just like the fish and water, but Zhaolie and Wuhou, the rest, the heartache of talking.

Luo Feng didn't answer and walked silently for a while.

Insects chirp in all directions, and the noise is annoying.

The army has bypassed Yunzhou City, like a snake walking in the shadows, heading towards the far north, spitting letters.

Long.

"Am I the lord you think I am?" Luo Feng suddenly asked, a serious question made Yan Beifeng speechless for a while, he didn't know how to answer.

"I want to unify the country and bring peace back to the kingdom, but ...... It's like I can't control the Frost Sword, and you can...... Do you understand? ”

Luo Feng frowned, and said with a somewhat lost face.

Yan Beifeng understood what Luo Feng meant, the premise of unifying the country is the yellow robe, and the premise of the yellow robe is either to kill the king and usurp the throne, or to be expected.

However, the Qianqiu Hall standing in Luoyang City, like an insurmountable thunder pool, blocked Luo Feng's ambitions and ambitions outside the main hall and did not dare to surpass.

You need a net to catch fish, and you need a knife to kill.

At this time, there needs to be someone who becomes that knife and becomes the Qingshuang Sword that Luo Feng can control.

Yan Beifeng, appeared...... Especially after leaving the door, he also coincidentally had both wisdom and bravery......

What kind of person is Luo Feng, silently let Yan Beifeng take the Qingshuang Sword and become famous, and behead the first general of Xianrong to beg Hong, how majestic? But at that time, Yan Beifeng may not have known that this sword was given to him by Luo Feng after all.

Until today, Yan Beifeng is also clear, there is no coincidence in the world, you appear in any place at the right time, or appear in the right place at any time, a story will happen, or sad or happy, or life or death.

"I understand...... I am the Qingshuang Sword of the Mansion Marshal, the person who the Mansion Marshal wants to behead, and I am also the first person in the world...... I understand everything......" Yan Beifeng sighed for a while, he knew that the fate of a courtier is to become the sharpest weapon of the monarch.

Luo Feng lowered his head, his eyes were shining under the moonlight, resolute and cold, through the night, through the wilderness, through the noisy insect song, maybe he boldly revealed the face of a superior person.

Yan Beifeng was not surprised, for such a conversation, it was just to pierce the window paper on the surface, since ancient times, the monarch and the minister always had unspeakable but tacit words, for him, now it is Yan Sima, now it is Yan Sima of Luoyang Mansion, Luo Feng said such a thing, there is no choice but to choose silence.