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Chu Qiao's speculation was finally confirmed, the Meishan Imperial Mausoleum, which had been silent for ten years, finally set off a storm in Bian Tang overnight, and the turmoil came without warning, like a pot of cold water, which was suddenly heated to the point of boiling hot, and the people in the water had not yet reacted, and had already been cooked. [No pop-ups. 】

By the time we reached Handshui, the war had expanded, and after several iron horsemen had stepped on, the city was destroyed, the homes were burned, the fertile fields of the past turned into rotten black ashes, and the splendid silk of Aya Luo floated in the silt and yellow soup. On both sides of the road, you can see the Li people who died in the war, the prosperity was destroyed, and the flesh and blood emitted a pungent rancid stench in the summer night.

King Luo raised troops in Meishan, and the people who didn't want to become rebellious ministers and thieves dragged their families to the east, but when they arrived in Hanshui, they found that it was Xu Su, the brother of King Luo's concubine, who led Hanshui Pass. The waterway ferry to the east was firmly blocked, and the Bian Tang soldiers west of Hanshui Pass could not care about each other, and were defeated by King Luo in the battle of Hongcheng, and half of the Bian Tang rivers and mountains were shaken.

The itinerary of Chu Qiao and others was delayed in this way, and in the area of Handshui, the people gathered, it was the height of summer, and the disease was epidemic, and within half a month, the plague began to be epidemic in the city. The wealthy families all closed their doors tightly, and sent a large number of guards to patrol, and the inns and liquor stores were closed, and they couldn't buy a grain of rice. Chu Qiao and the others had to go to the suburbs, but fortunately, they had prepared for a long trip before, and the food tents were ready.

As the days passed, all kinds of gossips came one after another, even if Ping An and others ventured into the city to investigate, they could not find any useful information.

There are different rumors, some say that Li Ce has rectified 800,000 iron cavalry elite armor in the east, and is heading towards Hanshui to kill the generals. It is also said that King Luo defeated the Nanhuai army in Junshan a few days ago, Jiang Zhejiang, Philadelphia, Nanwang, Anxi County, and Xizhao Mountain fell one after another, and most of the emperor's ** team was killed and wounded, and the rest all surrendered, and within five days, King Luo's army was about to enter Hanshui. Some people also say that the big families in the southwest donated money and grain, responded to the uprising of King Luo, played the banner of faint kings, and sent family soldiers to merge into the Meishan army, and the number of King Luo's army approached one million. There is even a ridiculous statement that Li Ce is no longer in Tang Jing at the moment, but has taken the harem concubines to hide in the territory of Great Xia, and Huai Song of the East China Sea is helping him build a sea ship, and he is about to flee to the sea.

The people in the Hanshui area were panicked, and although the rumors were not entirely true, King Luo's army was still approaching Hanshui day by day.

Because there have been fewer and fewer refugees in recent days, this means that King Luo's encirclement is getting closer and closer, and he is about to join forces with the army of Hanshui.

After another seven days, King Luo's army finally drove to Qibaipo, which was only more than eighty miles away from Handshui, but it unexpectedly stopped, and did not make a move to meet with General Xu Su, the defender of Handanshui, and Handshui did not clearly express his allegiance to King Luo.

The war suddenly became stalemate.

It was at this moment that the Imperial Xishuo Army sensed that the incident was unusual. General Xu Su is a general of the empire, and he once followed the old general Murong in his early years, if he is willing to stick to the righteousness and stand on Li Ce's side, then the odds of Bian Tang's orthodoxy will rise sharply.

In this way, after four more days of waiting, Lu Bingwan, the leader of the Xishuo army, rushed to Qibaipo with 30,000 soldiers and horses, and had a fierce battle with King Luo's army. Although the battle was tragic and the Xishuo army suffered heavy casualties, they bravely broke through the defense line of King Luo and rushed towards the camp of General Xu Su in Handshui, whose intention was self-evident, to defend the imperial capital of Bian Tang with the Hanshui army.

However, at this moment, the Handshui Massacre, which shocked the entire Simon Continent, began without warning.

Xu Su killed 13,000 soldiers under Lu Bingkuan overnight, and the blood even stained the Handshui River red. Even downstream, thirty miles away, you could see the crimson water, and the corpses were almost piled up into a large high embankment.

Eagle vultures hover all day long in the Hanshui area, and at night, there is a terrible neighing and screaming, and fierce birds and beasts tear and bite the gradually rotting corpses, like a terrible nightmare.

Three days later, King Luo, who finally believed in Xu Sutou's sincerity, entered the Hanshui camp with an army of 150,000. And on the second day, with the support of the soldiers, the yellow robe was added, bowed to the ancestors, and ascended the throne, with the emblem Jingheng.

Two days later, 200,000 Meishan troops rushed to Handshui, plus the 180,000 defenders of Xu Su in Handshui, and King Luo's troops were close to 600,000.

In this regard, there was a comical situation in Bian Tang where the two emperors ruled side by side.

Ten days later, it seemed that Li Ce, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty who could no longer endure this kind of shame, finally issued a document of conquest, with fierce words, and led 90,000 central troops, 110,000 southeast troops, and 200,000 wolf soldiers, and rushed to Handshui with the momentum of floods.

The war is on the verge of breaking out.

On the ninth day of August, King Luo ascended to the height of Chaoyang Terrace to worship his ancestors and burn incense and sacrifice flags. Subsequently, he crossed the river with the headquarters army and 150,000 Meishan troops, leaving 50,000 Meishan troops and Xu Suzhen to guard Hanshui. However, Li Ce's army retreated in the camp and did not dare to meet the battle, and for five consecutive days, there were only a few battles with hundreds of people. For a time, Li Ce's name became a laughing stock in the land of Bian Tang. The Tang Emperor was afraid of King Luo, and the fact that he did not dare to fight in the turtle camp spread all over the world.

However, just when everyone thought that Li Ce was about to lose the country, Chu Qiao suddenly told Mei Xiang to pack up and prepare to enter Beijing.

Mei Xiang was puzzled and asked bluntly.

Chu Qiao looked at Xu Su's camp due east, her eyes became a little blurred, she remembered the night when the Xishuo army was massacred, and the screams resounded in her ears all night.

"This battle is coming to an end."

On August 17, the Tang army finally swept away the previous decline, and the army was dispatched in unison, and Yuhu Linyuan and Luowang's army started a fierce battle.

The soldiers fought bravely, and the war lasted for a day and a night, and neither side gave in the slightest. They all know that this is a battle for imperial power, the winning side must be rich and jade, and the future is bright, and the losing side will be all over the house, leaving no one.

At the critical moment of the battle, General Xu Su suddenly appeared on the battlefield.

King Luo's army roared with joy, but before their laughter could disappear, Xu Su's army suddenly raised his saber and came to the rear of King Luo's army!

On August 20, King Luo was defeated, more than 40,000 people died, and the rest surrendered.

Guarded by 2,000 iron-blooded guards, King Luo fled all the way to Handshui, only to find that all 50,000 of his soldiers had died. Handan water soup soup, no boat to cross. In desperation, King Luo drew his sword on the bank of the Hanshui River and killed himself.

At this point, Emperor Jingheng, who had only been on the throne for only eleven days, left the political map of Bian Tang in gloom, and everything disappeared as if he had never appeared.

On August 21, the emperor's army pursued and killed the remnants of the Luo Wang, killing more than 300 families of the southwestern tribe along the way. Almost overnight, the entire Southwest Clan was uprooted, and the wind passed by, and it was a bleak mess.

On August 27, the Tang Emperor's division returned to the dynasty, and General Xu Su, who had made great contributions in the suppression of the rebellion, continued to lead his troops to exterminate the rebel party.

On the fourth day of the ninth month, the emperor issued a decree to divide half of the materials collected from the southwestern clans and distribute them equally to the provinces and counties that were persecuted in the war, and reduce the taxes in the southwest for five years, so that the southwest could recuperate. All of a sudden, Li Ce's prestige reached its peak, and these people, who had lost their homes and relatives in the war, suddenly knew that they could still live, and they were all grateful and thanked the emperor for his heavenly kindness.

On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, Chu Qiao took Ping'an and others on the road again, crossed the Handan River by boat, and went to Tangjing.

Bian Tang is still Bian Tang, the sky is blue and the clouds are white, and the smoke is still the same, but those soldiers who once died on the battlefield can no longer be seen.

On September 15, the moon outside the window was round, like a jade plate with good color. Between the sycamores outside the hall, countless fireflies were flying, flashing with a faint blue light, gently circling back and forth.

The whole palace was cold and silent, with pure white curtains hanging up and down, and miserable white candles replacing the passing palace lamps, emitting a glowing halo.

She followed behind the guards and walked slowly, the Jinwu Palace was still so big, but without the soft songs and pink waist and jade arms that kept going all night, this majestic palace suddenly seemed so empty.

The arrows on the cuffs grazed the plackets on both sides, making a rustling sound, and the night was too quiet, and the crows flew overhead, and when they raised their heads, they could only see the town beasts squatting on the high eaves. The vast twilight dispersed like a mist, and incense curled under the gloomy pines and cypresses, Chu Qiao raised his eyes and faintly heard the scriptures chanted by the monks, as if they were coming from the other side of the sky, making people's hearts empty.

Mi Lotus House has not changed much, the sycamore is continuous, the lotus pond is at night, and the cicada chirps are longer than a sound. The faint moonlight came through the white cotton window paper, but the windows in the west were wide open, the moist wind blew in from the outside, with the damp water vapor, the blue and white curtains of the hall flew over, and a dilapidated wind chime hung in front of the window, making a sound from time to time, still crisp, like a song breaking the ice.

Li Ce sat between the blue and white tents, one side of the ebony table, two sides of the futon seat, one green jade pot, two white wine cups.

The green gauze tent fluttered in the wind, sweeping the empty and silent hall from time to time. Li Ce's black hair was scattered, and he was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, embroidered with blue and blue cloud patterns, circling and intertwined, layered, finely sewn with royal stitches, his face was like white jade, and he sat there quietly in the moonlight, like a still painting.

Chu Qiao stood at the door, holding Qingzhu with his hand, and didn't know how to walk forward for a while.

The night breeze blew the gauze curtain, Li Ce turned his head in the moonlight, his face was sparse, his eyes were slightly narrowed, he still looked like a fox with a faint smile, and smiled softly at her: "You are here." ”

This voice was very calm, but it made Chu Qiao's heart sour. She looked at him, and only felt that he was still the same as when she left, hippie smiling, naughty and foolish, but she could see everything through.

The years passed quickly, so many things happened one after another, so fast that she couldn't come back to her senses, looking at him at the moment, she faintly felt a little strange, but a little distressed.

Chu Qiao stepped forward, squatted beside Li Ce, pursed the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were sour.

Li Ce rubbed her hair with a smile, still as usual, deliberately messing up her neat bun, and said with a smile: "Why are you crying and mourning?" I'm not dead. ”

The more he smiled like this, the more Chu Qiao felt sad in her heart, she forcibly pulled out a smile, nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

The window is half-open and half-closed, and the last pool of clear lotus is hidden outside the window.

Li Ce lowered his head and quietly groped for the intricate patterns on the side of the wine cup: "He is a chaotic minister and thief, and he can't enter the imperial mausoleum, so I buried him on Luofu Mountain." ”

A gust of wind blew in, the wind chimes on the window made a series of sounds, looked up, only to see that the bell was carved with dense and delicate patterns, and the corners were also decorated with hollow acacia flower patterns, depicting fine gold dust, even after years of wind and sun, the color was still bright.

Li Ce took a shallow drink, his eyes were very calm, and he said in a light tone: "Fu'er is also buried there." He raised his head, the corners of his mouth were light, his expression was misty, but his eyes were as bright as the morning light, "Life can't live together, death can be the same hole, and it is not in vain that he will fight in the end." ”

The hall finally fell silent, and Chu Qiao sat beside Li Ce, quietly accompanying him to drink one cup after another. She didn't sit down on the other side because she knew it wasn't for her.

Lonely and bright, he is waiting for someone who will never come again.

Just look at the refreshing one