Datang is no longer the original Datang.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Gao Lishi pulled his legs and ran outside the post station to take a look, and the guards were fierce and murderous, which frightened Gao Lishi's hands and feet weak. At this moment, he clearly knew that if he didn't kill Yang Guifei, he would not be able to calm the anger of the soldiers, and even he would die in Ma Weipo. had to go out, knelt on the ground when he entered the house, and cried: "Holy Lord, the concubine is not guilty, but the soldiers killed Yang Guozhong, if the concubine is kept, how can the soldiers be at ease." I hope that Your Majesty will consider it carefully, the soldiers will be at ease, and Your Majesty will be safe. ”

Tang Xuanzong was silent, his hands were shaking, and he kept shaking. When he walked outside the post station, all the guards immediately fell to their knees and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty, please think twice." If you don't kill Yang Yuhuan, Datang, you will really be hopeless! ”

Tang Xuanzong stayed on the spot, he knew that he was caught in a conspiracy, a big conspiracy constructed by his own son. But what could he do? If he didn't kill the woman he loved the most, he would definitely die.

Yang Yuhuan also walked out of the post station, she looked at Emperor Xuanzong, and smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, please Rong Yuhuan dance for Your Majesty at the end." ”

After speaking, he didn't wait for Tang Xuanzong's reply, and danced on the empty ground outside the post station. The dance steps are light and beautiful, with jet-black hair flying in the air and skirts flying. Yang Guifei's stunning face withered the flowers around her, the wind stopped, the sun was gentle, and in the whole world, only Yang Yuhuan was left dancing, and everyone stopped breathing.

After the dance, Yang Guifei smiled at Tang Xuanzong, this smile smiled straight at the hundred charming flowers, sinking fish and geese, and the six palaces were colorless, this smile dazzled everyone.

"Your Majesty, the concubine is gone, please take care of your health." After Yang Yuhuan said this, he walked towards the depths of the jungle on the right side of the post road without looking back. Colliers sighed and followed.

Tang Xuanzong seemed to be countless years old for a moment, and the emperor's aura was weak and weak, he trembled and stretched out his hand to grab the departing Yang Guifei, but as soon as his hand was half raised, he let it go.

The emperor's dignity and momentum were gone, and there was no longer any left, and he stood outside the post station like an ordinary frail old man.

Tang, in the fifteenth year of Kaiyuan, on June 14, the weather was fine, and Yang Guifei Xiang Xiaoyu was damaged in Ma Weipo, Xingping County, at the age of 38. Later, Tang Xuanzong abdicated and was depressed all day long.

And the story of the Fallen Soul Pool began at this time......

The yellow sand here is thousands of miles, and the sand and dust are all over. There was only a group of dozens of horses on the Saiwai Ancient Road, which was struggling to move forward. The violent wind blew the rough sand everywhere, and the group covered their heads, leaving only their eyes exposed, but in the strong wind, they were still as fragile as tissue paper, and they might be swept away by the wind at any moment.

The caravan wanted to go to Persia, but it was unfavorable, and before they could get out of the fortress, they had already encountered a storm that had not been seen in a century, with heavy casualties and most of their horses and goods. Most of the accompanying merchants looked desperate, and they walked forward with their waists bowed numbly. I don't know how long I walked, the horse humphead suddenly pointed to the distance, and shouted excitedly: "It's saved, it's the village!" ”

The camel's head is the name given to the leader of the caravan, who generally has a team of horses of various sizes, which is used to carry goods to various places in China for the merchants. It's just that I didn't expect that this time, whether it was the horse gang or the merchants who walked back and forth between the Tang Dynasty and Persia, they were all wiped out by the storm.

The guide beside the horse's hump head frowned: "Where is there no village in this place where there is no village in front and no shop in the future?" I've been walking this way for decades......"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice stopped abruptly. At the end of the blurred vision, there was actually a village. The village was not too big at first glance, and there were even faint people walking around.

The man rubbed his eyes and said in surprise, "It can't be a mirage, right?" ”

"Why don't you just walk over and have a look?" The horses were also a little puzzled, they were all used to walking this line, but they had never encountered a village nearby.

With the goal, the rest of the people are like a chicken blood needle, and the next game is much tougher. The group quickened their pace and hurried towards the village, saying that it was strange that the closer they got to the village, the smaller the storm, and finally disappeared mysteriously five hundred meters from the village.

There were two men in the caravan who covered their bodies with gray rags, both of them looked very young, and the current man's eyes were calm and deep, and there was an indescribable attraction between his eyebrows, giving him a sense of politeness but also very strong.

The young man half a step away from him had beautiful eyes like peerless beauties, and there was a hint of curiosity in his narrow eyeliner. From the side of his poorly wrapped face, a trace of cyan could be seen. This man's hair is actually blue, which is really rare.

"Master." The blue-haired man leaned into the gentleman's ear and whispered, "That village is a little weird. ”

"I also think there is something wrong with the village." Seeing that the people around him didn't pay attention to him, the man turned his hand over, took out a paper talisman with a faint golden light out of nowhere, and wiped it on his eyes. Suddenly, his vision widened a lot, and his eyes were full of terrifying golden light, and he saw the village not far away. After looking at it for a while, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but flow a wry smile: "The demonic spirit in the village is surging, and it is estimated that the village is in great trouble!" ”

"Master, shall we still go in? You told me yesterday to be careful lately, lest you show your feet and get caught. The blue-haired man was obviously a little tired, and asked cautiously.

"Go in, why don't you go in." Wen Qiannan shrugged his shoulders: "It's so far away from the Central Plains, I don't think it's possible for that dead woman's claws to stretch so long!" ”

"I can't say." The blue-haired man shook his head and said, "Do you want my sister to come out?" ”

"Excuse me!" Wen Qiannan was so frightened by this sentence that he almost bit his tongue: "The recent events have upset me enough, let her come out again, do you think my life is not long enough?" ”

The two of them gulped at each other, and soon walked to the front of the village. The raging wind suddenly disappeared, and even the hot breath became lighter. I saw that there is a memorial arch up to five meters high erected at the entrance of the huge village, antique, and the three big characters of 'Biansaizhuang' are written in the wild grass that flies with eyebrows.

"This archway is a bit strange, and I don't know how to resist the wind of the side plug." The blue-haired man pouted.

Wen Qiannan touched his chin and stepped on the stone floor with his foot: "I think this village should never be hit by a storm." You see the ground, it's spotless, there's no trace of sand at all. ”

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