Since Sima Ting entered Luoyang City, the land of Shenzhou has finally ushered in a short period of peace. Before the wax moon, the sky was already sparsely snowflaked. The city walls, between the buildings, and on the streets are slowly covered with a layer of white.

"Bell—"

A loud sound of golden drums came from inside Luoyang City, carrying the heart-rending cries of countless people.

"Bell-bell-bell" is a series of golden drum sounds, and the Xizhi Gate of Luoyang City opened with a bang. A large number of Chu generals led by Sima Ting were all dressed in white, guarding Emperor Hui's coffin, and slowly walked out of Xizhimen in a neat queue, all the way to the west, to Xiling.

This scene is so familiar. Didn't Chu Wangwei also sleep in Xiling on such a day along this snow-capped avenue?

The funeral procession slowly moved forward in the snow like a long white dragon, leaving a long footprint on the snow. The south rode in the dust and burrowed into the great dragon. Immediately the knight galloped to Zhou's side, and whispered a few words in Zhou's ear. Zhou nodded slightly, and waved his hand to let the knight go.

Sima Ting looked back, thoughtfully, and asked, "Lord Zhou?" Any news on this? Sima Yi and the others also looked around.

Zhou Chu groaned slightly, glanced at Du Jue, who was also dressed in white and followed Sima Ting on horseback, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Chu, visit Ma to report." The king of Xiangyang has already led a remnant of the army back to Xiangyang City. ”

Sima Ting heard a faint smile on his face, glanced at Sima Yi, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground. After so many days of the Battle of Luoyang City, there has been no news of Sima Fan, and now that they finally know that Sima Fan is not dead, the two brothers can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even after experiencing so many things, the kind of affection for Sima Fan in the hearts of the two is difficult to give up.

Zhou Yuguang caught a glimpse of Sima Ting and Sima Yi's expressions, and sighed silently in his heart, secretly regretting that he could not get rid of Sima Fan that night. Now that the tiger is returning to the mountain, I am afraid that it will be an endless disaster in the future. Although the Jingzhou army suffered a crushing defeat in Luoyang City, there was not one out of ten people who could escape back with Sima Fan, but as long as Sima Fan returned to Jingzhou, tens of thousands of elite troops could be gathered at any time.

Zhou Chu shook his head and said, "Also, the person who came also said that Zhao Wanglun appeared in Xihe Country the day before yesterday. Zhao Wanglun took several masters of Xuanzong of the Qing Dynasty to enter the Xihe Palace, and the Xihe King did not have any chance to resist, and was already controlled by Zhao Wanglun. Now the 30,000 troops of the Xihe Kingdom have fallen into the hands of Zhao Wanglun. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked tense and moved. At present, Sima Ting has captured Luoyang City, and has begun to incorporate the original forbidden army and the surrendered Jingzhou army. The strength has skyrocketed to an unprecedented level. If there is anyone who is still jealous, it is Zhao Wanglun, the only Heavenly Dao master in this world!

Don't look at Zhao Wanglun was forced out of Luoyang City by Sima Fan, leaving tens of thousands of forbidden troops and fleeing in a hurry. It was also forced that Luoyang City was facing a food shortage, and there was nothing to be done. The strength of several masters of Qing Xuanzong Sima Ting couldn't be clearer. Now that Zhao Wanglun has another 30,000 troops, I am afraid that it will not be long before the army will return to Luoyang. There will inevitably be another fierce battle between the two sides.

Sima Ting pondered for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Lord Zhou." How are the military horses getting in order? ”

Zhou Chu thought for a while and said: "Most of the forbidden army that was originally dismissed by Sima Fan has returned to the army, and together with the more than 30,000 Jingzhou army soldiers who surrendered, they have been disrupted and reorganized with the Chu army. Needless to say, the elite of the Jingzhou army, the forbidden army and the Jingzhou army have been fighting against each other for four months, and all that can be left are some strong soldiers. Now the strength of the Chu army in Luoyang City has exceeded 100,000 horses. I believe that as long as you run in for half a month, you can re-form a strong combat effectiveness! ”

Sima Ting nodded and ordered: "Order Guanzhong, let the Yongzhou army not come east, turn south to Languan, and monitor the movements of the Jingzhou army." Summoned Pu Huaigui and asked him and Bo Hanji to lead troops and horses to approach the Xihe Kingdom and make a posture of attacking in a big way, and see how Zhao Wanglun would react. ”

Everywhere bowed his head and promised. Sima Ting glanced at Xiling, which had gradually appeared on the horizon, took a deep breath of cold air, and said to himself: "Father, the turmoil in the Great Jin Dynasty does not know when it will subside. In the past, the ministers didn't know your good intentions, but now I understand that the greater the power, the greater the responsibility! ”

At night, the palace of King Chu in Xiangyang City was silent and dark. The huge palace was completely shrouded in darkness. Light snow was falling in the sky, falling like sand and stones to the ground in the night sky, but it was reduced without a trace.

A heavy big foot stepped on the snow of the palace, making a loud "crunch" sound, and a dim lantern appeared in the dark palace, illuminating the face of the lantern, Zhao Desheng. Zhao Desheng's originally handsome face now had a long scar extending from his neck to his forehead, which looked so hideous and terrifying under the dim light.

Zhao Desheng stopped outside a large hall, standing in the wind and snow and staring at the majestic palace in front of him, his eyes flashing, and his face was painful. The cold wind blew, Zhao Desheng couldn't help but be clever, lowered his head and sighed heavily, stepped up the stone steps, knocked twice on the door, and called: "Lord Wang, have you rested?" ”

Zhao Desheng's voice was like a mud cow entering the sea, and time passed little by little, but there was no response from the hall. Zhao Desheng was helpless, so he had to raise his hand and knock lightly twice, and said again: "Lord Wang, my subordinate Zhao Desheng has something to ask to see......

After a long time, a bleak voice finally came from the hall: "Come in." ”

Zhao Desheng tightened his collar and pushed open the door of the palace. The dim moonlight poured into the main hall as the doors of the temple opened. Zhao Desheng saw that the hall was in a mess, the precious porcelain was shattered, the tables and chairs were also crooked, broken, and vaguely could see some spider webs wrapped around the beams. It was as if he had walked into not the main hall of the palace, but an ancient palace that had been forgotten by the world for too long.

The only one intact in the main hall was the throne, and the unkempt Sima Fan was slumping on the throne at the moment, no longer having the high-spirited and directing appearance he had before. His haggard face was covered with a sloppy beard, and his eyes were glazed, as if his soul had been drained.

When Zhao Desheng saw Sima Fan like this, his heart suddenly soured. The secret road has only been seen for a few days, and the prince of Xiangyang has sunk to this appearance. Luoyang's defeat seemed to have completely crushed all the beliefs of this ambitious prince. Zhao Desheng cautiously bypassed the mess all over the ground, stood still in front of Sima Fan, leaned over and said, "Lord Wang." Someone from the north is coming. The person who came claimed to be Zhao Wanglun's envoy, it is said that Zhao Wanglun has received 30,000 horses under the command of the king of Xihe, and now he is preparing to fight Luoyang again! ”

Zhao Desheng's body trembled uncontrollably when he said this, as if there was a vicious breath in his chest, he didn't vomit unpleasantly, and his voice became more and more excited: "Someone came to bring a message from Zhao Wanglun, hoping to abandon the old suspicions with the prince, work together, send troops together, and attack Luoyang City in the north and south!" When the time comes, the world will be shared equally with the prince! Rajah! Don't miss the opportunity! ”

After Zhao Desheng's impassioned words, he suddenly raised his head, only to find Sima Fan lying motionless on the throne, as if he hadn't heard what he had just said. Zhao Desheng couldn't help but be stunned and said, "Wang ...... Rajah. ”

Sima Fan slowly raised his head, glanced at Zhao Desheng lightly, and said weakly: "Got it." ”

Zhao Desheng was stunned for a while, looking at Sima Fan's depressed appearance, he couldn't help but be angry, and he didn't care about any condescension, he was furious in an instant, stepped forward and grabbed Sima Fan's collar, and roared: "Sima Fan! You tell me! Are you really Sima Fan?! As soon as Luoyang City is defeated, has it already crushed your confidence! What did you say to us at the beginning, you said that one day, the whole world will be us, and you will let everything in the world obey our will! Look at what you look like now! Didn't the tens of thousands of Jingzhou soldiers die in vain! ”

Zhao Desheng fiercely pushed Sima Fan down on the throne, and turned around angrily: "Sima Fan! I'm disappointed in you! After that, Zhao Desheng didn't look back, and strode towards the gate of the hall.

Just as Zhao Desheng was about to step out of the main hall, Sima Fan's voice suddenly came from behind him: "Victory......"

Zhao Desheng's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but stop. Behind him, Sima Fan slowly stood up from the throne, and his eyes exuded a deep gaze that had not been seen for a long time: "Victory." Where is Zhao Wanglun's envoy? Please let him in! ”

Zhao Desheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around and leaned over to promise.