In the first year of Emperor Jianping of the Han Dynasty, Jiyang.

A red light soared into the sky, the red light surged, unpredictable, shaped like a phoenix, revealing a mysterious and vast atmosphere, hovering over the Jiyang County Ya, as if waiting for something.

At the beginning of the day, the cry of a newborn baby shattered the tranquility of the county office.

With the birth of a baby, in an instant, the phoenix fell into the county government.

In an instant, the red light of the entire county government flickered, and the interior was bright.

It is a year old, Jiyang County, all the rice grains have one stem and nine ears, and the name is "Xiu"!

In the same year, there was a song in Jiyang: "The red light soars to the sky, the phoenix is full of collections, the nine ears of Jiahe, and the king is coming!" ”……

The first year of Emperor Ai's first birthday. Xindu.

Late at night in the middle of winter, there is no wind. In the night sky, dense snowflakes fell like white feathers, dyeing the earth a silvery white.

Forty-three-year-old Wang Mang sat alone by the small window at the top of a tall building, looking out at the heavy snow outside the window.

Even though Xindu County is his fiefdom, this mansion is still a little too small for his identity.

The tallest building in the house is only a three-story building.

This is his mansion and his cage.

Since the death of Emperor Cheng five years ago, the new son of heaven ascended the throne, and Ding's relatives gained power. And Wang Mang had to return to his fiefdom Xindu and stay alone in the mansion.

Now, only this small new capital is left in his world.

On the top floor of the small building, there is only a small attic, which is no more than a foot in circumference. There are no carved beams and paintings, and there are no precious jade objects. In the attic, there is only one table and one seat, which is placed by the window.

On the table, there are three or two simple plates of side dishes, as well as a bottle and a jue.

The dish barely touched a few bites, but the full bottle of wine was about to bottom out.

The charcoal fire at the bottom of the bottle has long been extinguished, and the wine is cold. Although there was no wind, the cold had already seeped through the open windows and penetrated the small room above the tall building.

But Wang Mang never closed the window.

Since returning to Xindu, every day from morning to night, Wang Mang just sits here, looking out the window from the tall building. Day after day, it never changes.

Even the subordinates in the house often occasionally discuss in private whether the master has hysteria and is stupid.

But he is the only one who knows why Wang Mang did this.

He's waiting.

Wait for a key.

Wait for a key to open this cage.

Wang Mang scooped up the last bit of wine with a spoon and poured it to the end.

It looks like it's been another wasted day.

Then when you have drunk this, go to bed.

Wang Mang sighed lightly, picked up the wine, and was about to drink it all, but his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Except for an old servant, who was still waiting downstairs, the people in the house had already fallen asleep. Originally, the world was silent, and you could even hear the gentle rustling of snowflakes falling on the ground.

However, at this moment, in the distant darkness, there was an almost inaudible sound of horses' hooves.

And, from far to near, it gradually grew bigger.

Wang Mang could clearly feel that his heart was beating wildly.

He didn't care to drink any more, paused the wine on a few points, got up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was the vast night, and in the cloudy sky, not even a single moonlight could penetrate. Although the snow had covered the entire land, the only darkness could be seen from the window.

It's just that the sound of the horse's hooves has become clearer and closer with the passage of time.

Wang Mang was holding the window lattice with one hand, and his other hand was already clenched into a fist. The nails dug deep into the flesh, but there was no pain or a trace of blood that flowed.

There could not be a second reason for a galloping horse that was walking through the snow in the middle of the night.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and when I heard the direction from which the sound came, the people immediately arrived at the gate of the house.

Just when Wang Mang's heart was surging, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

As if separated by a pair of giant hands from the middle to the sides, a long and narrow gap appeared in the dark clouds, revealing a full moon in the sky.

The moonlight poured down through the cracks in the dark clouds and fell to the ground, reflecting a long band of light between the gate and the small building, like a road.

The people in the house were already asleep, and no one had time to open the door, but the people who came had already jumped from their horses, climbed over the tall gate of the house, and landed in the courtyard.

It was a thin figure dressed in a black power suit and a large hat on his head. The long journey didn't seem to have damaged his energy in the slightest, and as soon as he landed, he ran wildly in the direction of the small building.

It was along the road that was projected by the moonlight.

At this moment, Wang Mang no longer hesitated in his heart.

The key he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

In an instant, the figure had passed through the courtyard and rushed into the small building. Before the old servant's exclamation was finished, the figure had already climbed to the top of the building, took off the hat, and knelt in front of Wang Mang.

It was a young man with a beautiful face, and he could still see the childishness between his eyebrows. Although the snowflakes on his body shook off a lot in the wild running, his clothes were still wet a lot.

"Lord, the Son of Heaven has decided to summon the Lord back to the court. The edict has been drafted and will be written in the near future. ”

The black-clothed young man lowered his head and spoke in a deep voice.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand and picked up a few winelords on the side. But it takes extreme force to control the hand from shaking.

"Get up, Han Zhuo. I've said it many times, you don't have to. ”

"Yes, Lord."

Only then did the black-clothed young man stand up, but he only stood with his head bowed to the side, his hands hanging at his sides, respectfully and cautiously.

Wang Mang drank all the wine in the jue. The cold liquor slid down his throat, but the heat in his chest was not extinguished at all, but was like adding fuel to the fire, and it became even more intense.

Putting down the wine, Wang Mang walked to the window again and looked out of the window.

The dark clouds in the sky, the narrow crack, were gradually expanding. The moonlight has changed from a path to a wider and wider avenue.

In the night sky, a whistling sound gradually sounded. The breeze blew into the window, filling the small fighting room, blowing the corners of Wang Mang's robe, and the hunting fluttering.

"Han Zhuo, listen, the wind is blowing."

After a long time, Wang Mang turned around and looked at the black-clothed young man, his originally calm face was already full of pride.

"Yes. Subordinates, please close the windows for the Lord. The young man named Han Zhuo said in a loud voice.

"Close the window? The wind that blows the times has come, why keep it out of the window? Wang Mang laughed and shook his head: "Don't you hear it, there are poems in the past: good wind and frequent leverage, send me to Qingyun?" ”

"My subordinates have never read books, they don't know poetry, and they have never heard these two sentences." Han Zhuo shook his head calmly.

"Of course you don't understand." Wang Mang walked up to Han Zhuo and patted the young man's thin shoulder: "But ...... Not only you, but who in the whole world can hear these two poems? ”

With Wang Mang's laughter, the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, it was clear, and the breeze gradually turned into a gale wind.

Although the snow in the air had stopped, the snow on the ground was blown up frantically under the wind, and it seemed to be much bigger than Fang Cai.

"The gale of the times has risen...... Before it stops, every snowflake can't avoid the fate of dancing to death......"

Wang Mang curled the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Blow violently, Arashi of Destiny who came down for me!