Li Zhi and Cheng Yanjin talked very happily, the two chatted for about half an hour, with the order of His Majesty the Emperor, who was high up in our country, everyone walked towards the outside of the Jiucheng Palace with the things they had packed with joy on their faces. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Of course, as a privileged class, Wushun Helan Minzhi Minyue still rode in the carriage, and this time he was given a carriage alone. It's Li Zhi's carriage, not the one in the palace. It became extremely luxurious, Helan Minzhi glanced at it secretly, if he was not mistaken, it should have been a huge carriage drawn by four horses. I don't think it will shake too much, and Wu Zetian shouldn't have any big problems along the way.

However, looking at Li Zhi's ordinary expression, which was often slightly dissatisfied, Helan Minzhi knew that the road should not be very easy to walk, so he could only use four horse-drawn carts. It is estimated that the emperor travels on weekdays, and he can't pull eight carriages? Extravagant...

The feeling of seeing three thousand soldiers for the first time in the age of cold weapons... How to put it, there are two senses. When I saw it for the first time, I just saw that the armor each of them was wearing exuded an eerie coldness. Everyone's eyes are full of disregard for life. When they put on this armor, it really felt like a bladed knife, and it was really cold. It was so cold, this scorching sun was in the sky, and Helan Minzhi didn't feel the slightest heat. There is no sweat from the past, but a chill down the spine.

An orthodox army, and an army that has been fought for a long time. This is definitely not a team that has not seen blood all year round, from the wolf-like cruel eyes of each soldier, Helan Minzhi felt that each of them had blood on their hands. Their knives, now tucked away in their scabbards, had slashed through the necks of their enemies with great speed.

They stood tall and tall, each with a spear in his hand, a sword pinned to his waist, and a horse in the other. Their ranks were neat and uniform, and this neatness exuded a dead silence of solemnity and coldness.

But when he sat in the carriage and heard the sound of everyone kneeling in unison, it almost instantly warmed up his heart. This is a kind of heat that belongs only to men, a hot-blooded heat.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live"

"Excuse me, flat."

Although there were only 3,000 people, the sound seemed to be as loud as shaking the heavens and the earth. Resounding in the sky, shocking the heart. At that moment, Helan Minzhi almost wanted to rush out and accept this kind of worship. This feeling, definitely, definitely, is beautiful.

But he couldn't go out, and maybe in this life, he wouldn't have any chance to accept this kind of worship. Suddenly, the two words that Liu Bang and Xiang Yu said when the First Emperor accepted the worship came to my heart.

"In the future, he can take his place."

"That's how a husband should be."

If it were you, what would happen to you? Can it be replaced, or should the husband be like this?

Helan Minzhi didn't know, but what he knew was that at this time, an indescribable sourness surged in his heart. This kind of tsunami-like pilgrimage does not belong to you after all. This is one of the few times he wants the right, the right to wait for the top.

He's not crazy, though. This feeling didn't last long, and he slowly chose to forget about it. But it's like Pandora's box, once opened... If you put it out, you can't take it back...

Helan Minzhi, who was sitting in the carriage, closed his eyes tightly, and the swaying carriage made him feel not too comfortable. He was still immersed in the shock that the soldiers had just brought him, and he closed his eyes, full of cold knives and cruel eyes. It's just that he didn't expect that the scene he saw next shocked him even more.

When I opened the curtains, I wanted to look at the green in the distance to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in my chest and abdomen, and also to breathe in the fresh air. The fragrant smell of this earthy after-rain is often relatively good. With a little joy when he opened the curtains, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and Helan Minzhi was almost instantly stunned.

What is this on the wide official road of the past?

The dirt on the ground showed a festering feeling, and the entire official road was no longer visible. The big trees that should have stood on both sides of the surrounding area are either crooked, and some are even uprooted and horizontal on the side of the road. There was no beautiful scenery that caught his eye, and Helan Minzhi didn't care. But what kind of state is this like purgatory on earth?

These people who fell on both sides of the official road are people, right?

Coarse linen, all kinds of colors, old people, children, men, women, everything. Are they all lying in the dirt? There were not many people, some were two people lying together, and some were lying down alone, scattered, and paved along this official road that could not be seen.

Are they out of strength, after the floods, a little tired on the way to another country, tired, resting their feet?

No, not at all!! They died, they all died...

The carriage crossed, and Helan Minzhi clearly saw that the child, who should not be ten years old, had his entire body swollen, and his face was already difficult to see, and there was only one color, white. It was the abnormal color of the corpse of the person who had been blistered for a long time. Mosquitoes and flies were constantly flying on their bodies, and some of them had already shown a state of decay after the scorching sun. Some people have even begun to rot, and as the carriage passed, a foul smell came from the earth, making Helan Minzhi unable to bear it anymore and spit it out.

It wasn't the first time he'd seen a dead man, but it was the first time he'd seen so many dead people. It was the first time I had seen such a terrifying sight. But he didn't want to put down the curtains, even if he had vomited in the car, he didn't want to put down the curtains.

He wanted to see, not that he was a masochist. It's just that he wants to see, to see this era when life is not as good as dogs, to see these unjust souls who died in vain in a natural disaster, to see the high emperor who passed by them, and even the emperor who was once praised by the history books as the most benevolent emperor in the world. Wouldn't you like to do something for the corpses that were all over the ground, and let them be buried in the ground?

He was angry, but he didn't know who to be angry about. He could only sit in the carriage by himself, vomiting and watching as tears flowed unscrupulously down his eyes. He didn't want to wipe it, because perhaps the nameless corpse lying under the carriage no longer had any relatives. No one shed another tear for them, but let their own tears be a tribute to them, to the souls of the dead who died in vain in the natural disaster. Paying tribute to the souls of the dead who were born in this 'peaceful and prosperous era'. (To be continued.) )