The end of the cloud curtain in the night revealed a bit of light, and it seemed that the sky was about to dawn, Gu Nan had already left, and Wei Zhuang was standing alone in the room.

He stood by the railing, slowly raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, his eyebrows as if loosened a little.

There was a soft sound from the beams, the sound of something falling on it, but it was soft.

Wei Zhuang put his hand down and put it behind his back, and the expression on his face sank slightly.

Facing behind him, he asked flatly, "What did Han Chengke do?" ”

A man fell from the beams of the house, dressed in a blue and white shirt with a few feathers on it. His body seemed to be a light flood, floating down without making a sound. It was the man named Bai Feng.

Bai Feng's gaze first fell on Chi Lian on the bed, and then looked at Wei Zhuang.

"Han Cheng has already sent people to contact various former ministers."

"Hmm." Wei Zhuang's eyes did not fluctuate, and he nodded calmly.

It should have been woken up by the sound of the two of them, Chi Lian frowned and opened his eyes that were still a little blurry.

found that Bai Feng was standing on the side looking at her, and Wei Zhuang was standing by the window.

Hurriedly sat up and explained: "The man never said a word, it was very stuffy, and I accidentally fell asleep." ”

Bai Feng's eyes looked to the side, as if she couldn't say anything, originally she said that she wanted to stay and watch the mourner, but she fell asleep.

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There was some light in the sky, and with the sound of carriages and horses, a carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

An old man stepped out of the frame and looked around cautiously before walking towards the mansion.

Secretly showed a palm card to the doorman standing in front of the door.

The doorman nodded, waved silently to the person behind him, and the door slowly opened, allowing the old man to walk in.

In the hall of the mansion, Han Cheng was pacing back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, his face looked a little nervous, and he looked out of the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

It's almost dawn.

It wasn't until an old man came from outside the door that Han Cheng's face was relieved, and he quickly greeted him, helped the old man who was about to bow down, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's going on?" ”

The old man stood up and held up a bamboo book with both hands: "Son, the old man is fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in the old man's hand with a complicated look, and pursed his mouth: "Sir, enter the room and talk in detail." ”

As he spoke, he made a gesture of please, and led the old man towards the hall.

There was silence in the hall, except for the occasional sound of bamboo slips rolling.

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in his hand, and the bamboo book had already summoned the words of several former ministers.

Looking at the names on the bamboo book, he thought that it would be his luck to be able to summon half of them. But I didn't expect that none of the people who were called were not ordered to write words.

Holding the bamboo slip with both hands, it should be too hard, and the knuckles are a little white.

He asked, "Are they willing to come with me?" ”

The old man stood beside Han Cheng, looked at him and bowed: "Childe, the first name of Korea, I dare not forget it." ”

Han Cheng said to the waiter on the side, "Get pen and ink." ”

The waiter was ordered to retreat, and after a while, he handed it over with a pen and ink.

Han Cheng sat in front of the table, spread out the bamboo slip, the pen in his hand stained with ink, stood on the bamboo book and fell.

"Yu disappeared, and the old country fell apart.

Since Han received the legacy, he has established the pivot of Zhongzhou, and the administration has been good for what he seeks. It is the princes who rose together, and left the last years of chaos. Han stood in the middle of heaven and suffering······

Cheng suffered from the old and did not dare to ask for it, because he did not dare to lose the surname Han first. It is to give an order to this widow, to summon the old ministers, and to establish the hometown of the Han people······"

When he put the pen down and the ink on the bamboo book dried, Han Cheng rolled the bamboo book again.

He walked in front of the old man and bowed down: "Sir, this book is handed over to Mr., and I hope that Mr. will make this book into an order and send it to the old ministers everywhere." ”

The old man's face was solemn, bowed, and cautiously took the bamboo book: "Minister, take the order." ”

Han Cheng watched the old man leave with the bamboo book, with an indescribable look in his always cowardly eyes.

Re-establishment of Korea.

A chariot and horse passed through the bustling city gates, drove down the road, and went off into the distance.

On the city wall, Gu Nan stood beside a veteran and looked at the carriage that was traveling far away.

"There must be a lot of people going out of the city these days."

The veteran's hand rested on his beard and raised his eyebrows.

"I think so."

He is the internal envoy of this Xinzheng's guard.

"Still." The envoy hesitated for a moment: "There are a lot of old lords in this Xinzheng, but Lang Ling is really sure?" ”

"So." Gu Nan looked at the veteran next to him and smiled: "At that time, General Teng still has to cooperate more." ”

The envoy Teng was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "This is the old man's business, please rest assured." ”

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For a period of time after that, Xinzheng was still the same as usual.

People come and go on the street, most of the people have a sad face, it has come to the cool days of autumn, but this year's harvest is not good, if you can't get a few more household food, I don't know if you can survive the winter.

It's probably more than a month.

The courtyard was a little quiet, Wei Zhuang walked on the path between the courtyards, Chi Lian and Bai Feng followed behind him.

The autumn wind is always disturbing, blowing and rattling the trees on both sides. A few fallen leaves flew down and landed in the pond in the small courtyard, creating a ripple.

The three of them walked into a small courtyard, where a figure in a white shirt was standing with their backs.

Gu Nan held Wuge in his hand, standing quietly in front of the hall, his hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't pull out the sword, as if he was just in a daze.

Chi Lian was about to step forward, but was stopped by Wei Zhuang.

Looking at him suspiciously, Wei Zhuang didn't say anything, just slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword.

He naturally understood what Gu Nan was doing, and this was what the master taught on the first day of entering the Ghost Valley.

He hadn't seen his senior sister's swordsmanship for a long time.

When Guiguzi took them to see Gu Nan back then, Guiguzi made a move against her, and he still remembers Gu Nan's thirteen swords.

At that time, I could only see two swords, the sword out and the sword. He didn't know how many swords he could see now.

Wei Zhuang's eyes closed lightly, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"Click."

With a soft sound, the strangely shaped long sword in his hand was pulled out.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng glanced at each other and silently retreated a few steps.

The strange longsword slowly pulled out of its scabbard, revealing the serrated teeth on its body.

There was a glimmer of light on the sword, and Wei Zhuang's figure also moved.

The long sword slashed through the air, and the surging sword qi on the sword body twisted rapidly, as if it had swept the surrounding air into it.

The sound of the sword roared suddenly, and in an instant, the wind dispersed from static to moving, and the blade of the sword slashed towards Gu Nan.