May 17, eight days until May 25.

Penglai Xianyuan, this is the secret palace of Emperor Wai of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, imitating the pastoral joy of cloth, except for the emperor and the guard of Yulinwei, there is no third type of people in the world to know.

Brother Gui and sister-in-law Gui covered their ears and looked at each other with tears and laughter: "Are you still slamming the door?" ”

In the inner hall, in front of a closed door somewhere, the laurel leaf red plum gun was in his hand, and he shouted violently inside: "Third brother! Come out! What kind of hero is locking himself up one day, coming out to fight with the leaves! ”

There was no movement in the temple.

"Come out! Scared? A good man is a bear if he is afraid, are you a bear! Gui Yezi shouted more energetically, anyway, from morning to night, she was not too tired.

Vowed to yell out the prince who was cowering in the turtle's den.

Prince Zhenming, Xiao Zhan, can't even do the last majestic rebellion, and now he can only be pitifully stared at by Xiangyunpu, and he has to be surrounded by magic sounds.

"Thanks to the second girl, no, Empress Mingde told us that this secret palace exists, so we can hide His Highness here. Neither the Southern Party nor the Imperial Palace can be found. Brother Gui looked out with emotion, the green furrows of the farmhouse, the smoke of the white clouds, and the commotion outside were simply two worlds.

"Yes, after surviving this trip, the two children are innocent." Sister-in-law Gui smiled, her eyes reddened with a smile, "It's time to prepare for the happy event." ”

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

May 19, six days before May 25.

Zhao Xixing looked at Zhao Yin, who was sleeping on the jade couch, and frowned: "How many days has this been the case?" ”

The imperial doctors knelt on the ground and choked up: "Your Majesty's body is getting worse and worse, and recently I have become more and more delirious when I am delirious, and sometimes I talk nonsense...... I also hope that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will know in advance. ”

Zhao Xixing sighed, worried: "Is there really no way?" ”

The imperial doctors looked at each other and didn't dare to squeak, but Luo Xia relieved the siege: "Back to Your Highness, I have taken mandala every day for five years, no matter how good my body is, I will not be able to heal it in the future." ”

"Take mandala ...... every day" Zhao Xixing stretched out his hand and held Zhao Yin's hand, the hero is in the twilight, those turbulent and sad years, but he can still empathize.

The Master said that he must go through a period of time that is brilliant in the eyes of the world, but it is an infinite dark night for himself.

The student came, and he was left alone.

- The rule of power, no one is exempt.

"He has always been the proudest student of the master, and he has always been." Luo Xia wiped her eyes and whispered.

Zhao Xixing looked up at her and asked, "After a hundred years of my father's death, what are my aunt's plans, no, she is the descendant of the Luo family, where will she go?" ”

Luo Xia was stunned and couldn't answer.

Zhao Xixing stood up and bowed to her solemnly: "Please aunt, you still stay by the side of this hall, please still use that immortal sword light to guide the main hall, guide this country, and go in the direction." ”

Luo Xia hurriedly knelt down and saluted, her forehead touched the cold gold brick ground, and hot tears came down.

"Luo Xia, listen to the king's orders."

The country is like a painting knife, the only knife that has the right to kill the king, Zhou Taizu gave it to the ancestor of the Luo family, and allowed him to kill the king and sacrifice the heavens and the earth.

As long as this country is still called Zhou, the witness of Luo's will always be bright and the light of the sword will not be extinguished.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

May 21, 4 days to go.

The ancient road of Longxi is winding, the yellow sand is full of sky, the big river is lonely, and the sound of camel bells is heard in the boundless wilderness.

The Western Wednesday Army defeated the Western Regions, and the division returned to the dynasty and marched in this golden world.

Shen Yu put his hand on the pergola, looked at the still uninhabited sky, and worried: "How many days do you need to reach Shengjing?" ”

The scout Kuaimalai who was surveying the itinerary next to him was also worried: "At least in late June!" ”

"Late June?!" Shen Yu was in a hurry, "Now that Shengjing City is air-defense, if the party in the south rises up in the rest of the month, we can only wait and see!" When you return to the city, the heavens and the earth have changed, so what's the use! ”

"Shen Junshi, thousands of miles away from the Western Regions to Guanzhong, our army has a large number of people, heavy carriages and horses, and it is not possible to go fast." The soldiers all came to persuade them, but the more they persuaded them, the more uncertain they became.

In the end, everyone was silent, and then they only bowed their heads and hurried, and the atmosphere was depressing.

A big victory is by no means a big joy.

The three armies are outside, the city air defense is weak, the great adversary is eyeing the tiger, and the return journey from the Western Regions to Jingshi Road is far away, Wang Shiyuan can't quench his thirst, and he is most afraid that on the day he arrives, the imperial palace will change his surname.

Shen Yu hid the rough talisman in his arms, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "The three armies obey the order!" Give me my life to go to Shengjing! Fast, the sooner the better! ”

As the sun sets, the march of the army accelerates, the horsewhip raises its wheels, and it races against time against the great changes.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

May 22, three days before May 25.

On the outskirts of Beijing, the mountains and rivers are quiet.

Cheng Yingyu knocked on the door of Wanshan Temple.

looked at the plain-faced woman, first startled, and then looked at the woman's feet, which had been worn out and stained with blood.

"The son of a good family has taken the merit level?" I gasped.

"I heard that Mrs. Shi has returned to Shengjing, and she will be harassing the Buddhist temple in the next few days." Cheng Ying was together.

The merit step is the steps between the foot of the mountain and the temple of Wanshan Temple, with a total of 1,000 steps, like a gray dragon winding in the green mountain forest.

The so-called sincerity of the Buddha, seeing the Buddha and seeing the sincerity, the people who really want to worship the Buddha abandon the carriage and horse at the foot of the mountain, and walk up from the steps in a proper manner to show sincerity.

Of course, there are also official roads for carriages and horses in the back mountain, and dignitaries or people who frame their faces can also come by car, anyway, there are thousands of people who worship the Buddha, and each has its own respect for the law.

And the most pious one, known as plain clothes, is to wear plain clothes, wear mangshoes, and go to the thousand steps, because the mangshoes are rough, often halfway through, they will grind their feet and bleed.

After looking behind Cheng Yingyi, a blood stain on the merit step extended from the foot of the mountain and connected to the woman's feet.

"My Buddha is compassionate, it seems that the son of a good family is planning to perform the merit level every day for a while?" sighed lightly.

"Yes, so I came to the Buddhist temple to borrow it." Cheng Ying bowed, and his tone was slightly unstable, "May I do the merit step every day, grind away the sinful flesh and blood, be blessed by the Buddha, and pray for his safety and success." ”

He. A simple word, you will understand it when you know it.

She turned sideways and gave way: "Good family, please, the guest rooms have been cleaned up." ”

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

May 23, two days before May 25.

Liao Gorge is a canyon in the depths of Yushan, because it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, the terrain is hidden, and it is shaped like a liaozi, so it is called Liao Gorge.

Two thousand dead soldiers lined up, their swords and spears sharpened, and murderous aura gathered in the valley, but they wore white clothes in their scales and armor, and they had prepared their own mourning in advance, and they would not return.

Chen Su stood on the platform, poured wine, and raised his glass: "Back then, you and others joined the party in the south, for the sake of Xue Xing's first sentence, but if there is anything to take from the Zhao family, join me!" Now Xue Xingshou is nowhere to be found, he is not talented, he is in a handsome position, and now everything is ready, we have waited for this day for five years! For fame and fortune, for personal relationships, for the family, no matter what you are for, the day of debt collection has come! ”

A sparse shout sounded among the dead: "Collect debts from the Zhao family!! ”

After all, someone hesitated. Those who were afraid, those who regretted it, those who did not accept Chen Su, and the threat of death was imminent, the instinctive desire to survive began to shake the hearts of the army.

A dead soldier is a soldier who is destined to die, the name is so, but when the water really floods his nose and throat, who will not struggle.

Chen Su captured the sanity on the faces of this part of the people, yes, sanity, he did not allow reason, especially in front of raising the flag, destined to be confronted by flesh and blood against the forbidden army.

It's all crazy.