Since entering Luoyang Palace, An Lushan has never left the Vientiane Temple!

This became the place where he ate, drank, and slept in Lazar, and it was also the place where he dealt with government affairs. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sleeping under his own body in the sacred and inviolable Temple of Vientiane, this incredible act of An Lushan was praised by the ministers led by Yan Zhuang as daring to break the rules and customs of grandeur! Or, to put it a little more numb, it is the spirit of a generation of holy lords who are proud of the world and create a precedent!

For such praise, An Lushan accepted it all.

However, deep in his heart, there is a deep helplessness.

The direct reason for turning the Vientiane Temple into his dormitory was of course not that he wanted to break the old customs, but because his eyesight and physical strength had seriously deteriorated, making it impossible for him to leave the Vientiane Temple at all!

An Lushan weighed more than three hundred catties, and before entering Luoyang, such a fat body did not cause him too much trouble, although there were not many war horses that could carry him, but he was still able to walk freely.

However, after entering Luoyang, An Lushan's body decayed almost overnight.

His bones can't seem to bear the fat on his body!

He could even hear the clatter of bones weighing down from inside his body.

His legs began to deform badly, and his feet tingled in pain, grinning at the slightest step.

To make matters worse, his eyesight deteriorated severely as his bones weakened.

When he first entered Luoyang Palace, he could still see Sanzhang away.

Then, his eyes became blurry.

Now, even the people and things on the couch, he can only see vague shadows.

The double decline of physical strength and eyesight forced An Lushan to lie on the couch.

It also forced him to lie in the Temple of Vientiane!

Because, even if he walked into the main hall from the dormitory next to the Vientiane Temple, it would exhaust all his energy!

An Lushan felt irrepressible anger!

He is angry at the injustice of the heavens!

At the moment when he was about to reach the peak of his life, the sky took away his health!

There was nowhere to vent his anger.

In front of the two armies, he can use the killing of the enemy to dispatch the resentment in his heart.

However, there are no enemies in Luoyang Palace!

His anger can only be vented to the people around him, who are close subordinates who have followed him step by step from the flames of war!

An Lushan could no longer control his anger.

The weakness and sickness of his body made him extremely violent.

The waiter beside him may be pulled out at any time and beaten to death with sticks!

Even the military generals of Wenchen who followed him all the way to fight could not escape the whipping.

In the past ten days, twenty attendants have been dragged out of the Vientiane Temple and beaten to death. At least eight civil and military generals were whipped.

What's even more frightening is that An Lushan's six relatives don't recognize it to the extreme.

Even Yan Zhuang did not escape the end of being whipped.

During the day today, Yan Zhuang entered the palace and reported to An Lushan that Tongguan Ge Shuhan led an army of 200,000 to kill Benshan County, and Cui Qianyou's troops were defeated by Ge Shuhan and retreated 30 miles.

Yan Zhuang's report was only halfway said, and An Lushan grabbed the inkstone beside him and smashed it on his head. Fortunately, An Lushan's vision was blurred, and the inkstone did not hit Yan Zhuang's head. An Lushan, who was furious, refused to give up, and ordered someone to drag Yan Zhuang out and whip him fifty.

Li Zhu'er, a close attendant who accompanied An Lushan, pleaded for Yan Zhuang, and was also pulled out and received twenty lashes.

An Lushan's resentment towards Yan Zhuang was not just that he brought bad news. In fact, he was not worried about the Tang Army, in his eyes, even the Anxi Army, which was known as the elite of the world, was not the opponent of Fan Yangjun!

His anger was because he had a sense of foreboding.

His physical condition no longer seems to allow him to sit on the throne of the emperor and accept the congratulations of the ministers!

He began to regret it!

He did not regret raising the flag to rebel!

What he regretted was that he shouldn't have listened to Yan Zhuang's words, and after entering Luoyang, he waited for more than a month, but he did nothing!

He should be enthroned as emperor as soon as he enters the Temple of Vientiane!

A manly man, he can be an emperor for one day, even if he is slaughtered by the nine clans the next day, it is worth it!

However, the preparations for the enthronement ceremony are still proceeding step by step, and An Lushan is worried that he will not be able to wait for that day!

If the enthronement ceremony goes on as scheduled, but it is another person who ascends the throne, such as An Qingxu, this is simply a great irony!

An Lushan never makes wedding dresses for others, where is his own son!

An Lushan, who has a premonition, is even more inseparable from the Vientiane Temple.

If he really can't be the emperor, he can stay in this palace that symbolizes the highest power in the world for one more day, which is also a kind of compensation!

This magnificent hall is the most majestic building in the world.

During the day, people can see the towering pavilions of the Temple of Vientiane from a distance of 100 miles.

At night, the colorful lights of the Vientiane Temple can illuminate half of the sky, making people amazed by a fairyland on earth!

An Lushan can't see, but he can use his full imagination to imagine himself as the only master in this magnificent palace!

This was his only solace.

So, whenever night fell, he had all the lights in the Temple of Vientiane on fire.

He wants the world to see this colorful palace, and he wants the world to know that the owner of this place is he Zajuan Lushan, not the Tang Emperor!

However, all this is just imagination.

Tonight, the lights of the Temple of Vientiane were not all lit according to his orders.

In fact, the only thing that was lit was an oil lamp next to the couch.

In this tall and wide temple, there was only one lamp, and a faint blue flame floated in the darkness.

This lonely and faltering flame not only did not illuminate the temple, but made the whole hall look more and more gloomy, like a ghost fire in hell!

An Lushan couldn't see the gloomy lights, he still thought that his surroundings were full of light.

Still, he felt something unusual.

It's too quiet in the hall!

It was so quiet that it sent chills down his back.

"Li Zhu'er!" An Lushan let out a faint shout.

"Your Majesty, the minions are here!" The eunuch Li Zhu'er endured the severe pain of the whiplash on his back and accompanied him to accept it carefully. An Lushan has not yet officially ascended the throne as emperor, however, in the Luoyang Palace, people have begun to call him emperor.

The sharp pain on Li Zhu'er's back was a wound left by the whipping just now.

In fact, the wound on Li Zhuer's back cannot be regarded as a new injury.

That's an old wound coming back to a new wound.

Since An Lushan's eyes had problems, Li Zhu'er has been beaten almost every day.

But An Lushan is also strange, he killed twenty close servants, but for this Li Zhu'er, he only fights but does not kill!

This makes Li Zhu'er live like a year.

It's better to be beaten like this every day, and it's better to be a little more happy and end it with a knife.

"Is the light on?" An Lushan's breathing became heavier and heavier.

Li Zhu'er was terrified.

An Lushan's breathing became heavy, and he was about to be angry!

Once you get angry, you will be whipped at least and killed by your head!

"The slave obeys the emperor's orders, and has already lit all the lamps in the Vientiane Temple!" Li Zhu'er looked at the ghostly oil lamp in front of the couch, gritted his teeth and said.

"You're lying!" An Lushan's throat let out a low groan.

"The emperor is sage, the minion is not lying!"

"You dare to bully the king!" An Lushan struggled to get up, but he was limp weakly.

"Slaves don't dare to bully the king!"

"I'm going to kill you!" An Lushan's eyes, which had long been blind, revealed two fierce lights.

Li Zhu'er shuddered, he knew that An Lushan had already realized that the so-called colorful lights in the Vientiane Temple did not exist!

Because, he saw that An Lushan's eyes fell on the sword of the "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" hanging above the bed!

"Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" is the lifeblood of An Lushan!

Since he was in Changshan, An Lushan got this sword and never left his body. Even though he was bedridden, the sword still hung within his reach.

Because, the "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" is the only treasure that can prove the legitimacy of An Lushan's enthronement as emperor!

The treasure of the world, only the virtuous live!

The Eight Pillars of Heaven are the treasures of the world!

It was a symbol of the right to grant An Lushan the right of heaven to descend from heaven!

An Lushan probably had forgotten, or perhaps he deliberately ignored a fact - the Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole were not descended from heaven, but forged by a blacksmith named Bu Yunfei.

The blacksmith crafted the sword out of Western dark iron, but not the scabbard.

Perhaps, there is no sword scabbard in the world that can hold this extremely sharp sword.

Therefore, whenever there is a light, the "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" will reflect a bright light.

An Lushan couldn't see, but the little vision he had left could perceive the firelight reflected on the blade of the "Eight Pillars of Heaven".

Obviously, An Lushan didn't feel the bright lights that the "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" should emit.

So, he finally found out that Li Zhu'er was lying!

"Someone's coming!" An Lushan let out a roar.

"The minion is by the emperor's side!" Li Zhu'er trembled, bowed his head and said, his voice trembling.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you! An Lushan was hoarse.

"The emperor is angry, and the slave will light the lamp for the emperor!" Li Zhu'er's voice suddenly calmed down.

An Lushan's ears sounded with an explosion.

Immediately after, the explosion sounded, and the air was filled with a thick smell of gunsmoke.

The "Eight Pillars of the Heavenly Pole" suddenly emitted a brilliant light.

"What are you doing?" An Lushan's body was trembling.

"According to Lord Daxi's plan, fireworks will be set off in Luoyang Palace to celebrate the emperor's accession to the throne!"

"Fireworks!" The corners of An Lushan's mouth revealed a sneer: "You treat me as a fool!" ”

"Why did the emperor say this?"

"In the sound of fireworks, there is the sound of soldiers and horses!" An Lushan shouted: "What happened? Without my general order, who would dare to move troops in Luoyang Palace! ”

An Lushan is worthy of being a horse all his life, and he can distinguish the sound of soldiers and horses fighting from the deafening sound of firecrackers!

He is worthy of a generation of famous generals, even if he can't see, he can listen to the wind and watch the atmosphere!