"Him! Carrying the lives of hundreds of thousands of Guanzhong victims on his shoulders!"

"Him! Resolutely stand on the opposite side of most of the powerful!"

"Him! Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu!"

"Him! Bow your head and be willing to be a son of a cow!"

"Him! It's Yan Wangyi! We are the well-deserved kings of the Swallow Land!"

On the three-foot platform of the teahouse, Hu Changgui's face was flushed, and his eyes were covered with layers of mist, but his voice became louder and more powerful.

The words fell.

In the lobby of the teahouse, which was already quiet, a small sigh sounded instantly.

I don't know if I am sighing for Xu Yi's courage to be the first in the world.

is still sighing about the great week, when did it become like this.

"And then? What happened?"

I don't know how long later, a voice full of concern suddenly came from the lobby of the teahouse.

As soon as this statement came out.

Countless eyes in the teahouse instantly converged on the three-foot high platform.

It's different from what it used to be.

This time, no one shouted loudly.

The whole teahouse is still as quiet as ever.

"Later."

"Later."

Hu Changgui turned slightly to wipe the mist from the corners of his eyes.

After counting the interest.

The voice full of nostalgia and vicissitudes reverberated in the huge teahouse again.

"Around the clock."

"His Royal Highness King Yan and a group of officials of Jingzhao Mansion who have been tired for a day and a night have returned to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion."

"It's said that we will discuss countermeasures."

"But at that time, the Jingzhao Mansion, which was already exhausted, how could the countermeasures come from?"

"Come to think of it, there must have been a sense of despair in the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion at that time."

"Just when the officials are in despair."

"His Royal Highness King Yan dragged his tired body and stood up again."

"He appeases the officials, and he has his own way."

"He sent the weary officials back to their rooms."

"And he dragged his tired body and walked step by step towards the cold and windy lobby!"

"He wanted to give up everything and go to the household alone to ask for relief materials."

"But how can the disaster relief materials from the household department be so easy to find?"

"If it's really that easy to ask for, why is it so outside Chang'an City?"

"His Royal Highness King Yan understands that this trip is very likely to be in vain."

"But the lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of people outside Chang'an City are placed on him, and he has to go!"

"Come to think of it, the moment His Royal Highness King Yan stepped out of the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, he had already made a decision in his heart!"

"If you can't ask for it as Jing Zhaoyin! Then come and ask as a prince!"

"If you can't even ask for the identity of the prince! Then ask for your life."

"You can't ...... You can't just watch hundreds of thousands of people die in front of your eyes."

[Stable operation for many years, comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, old bookworms are using.]

Behind His Highness!"

"No matter what their past."

"But at this moment, they are officials, they are officials! It's a real official!"

'Bang! ，

On the three-foot high platform of the teahouse, Hu Changgui, whose face was flushed, slapped his hand in shock.

Then he picked up the wine jar next to him again, and raised his head to drink!

At the same time, the silence of the teahouse gradually became noisy again.

"Good! All hearts are in mind! Do not hesitate to follow the example of the sages! He is worthy of our king!"

"His Royal Highness King Yan really loves the people like a son, if all the powerful people in the world are like this, how good it would be."

"Those officials of Jingzhao Mansion are also very good."

"That's it! And thou shalt not look at who brought it out."

"Those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black, if there is no His Royal Highness King Yan to lead by example, words and deeds, how can the righteousness of Lingran Jingzhao Mansion come from?"

"But no matter what, those Jingzhao Mansion officials are really good this time!"

"That's true."

"His Royal Highness King Yan can share our Yan Land, it is really a blessing for the people of our Yan Land."

"What a blessing."

：「......」

Dozens of breaths later.

Hu Changgui threw away the wine jar in his hand with a drunken face.

Then he picked up the shocking wood on the table again.

'Bang. , after a soft sound.

The noise in the teahouse instantly receded like a tide.

Countless eyes converged on the three-foot platform again.

Seeing this, Hu Changgui coughed lightly and cleared his throat several times.

After counting the interest.

The voice full of vicissitudes resounded in the teahouse again.

"At that time, outside the lobby of Jingzhao Mansion, there was a gray patch everywhere."

"The howling cold wind penetrated the cotton clothes and blew through the flesh and blood, as if it wanted to go straight to the bone marrow!"

"His Royal Highness King Yan slowly turned around in the cold wind."

"Eyes moistened as he looked at the familiar face behind him that was tired and deadly."

"This is his soldier, the soldier he brought out with great pains, and it is a trace of fire he left for the victims outside the city."

"How could he personally bury this last trace of fire in front of the high government of the household?!"

"A moment later."

"His Royal Highness King Yan knows the reason and moves with affection, and finally calms down the 'fire'."

"Yet."

"Just when His Royal Highness King Yan walked out of the main gate of Jingzhao Mansion and wanted to go straight to the Hubu Shangshu Mansion with more than ten horsemen."

"Oh my God, it's happening again!"

"A flash of lightning silently streaked across the gray sky."

"Several rumbling thunderbolts followed, quietly exploding in the gray sky!"

"It's going to rain."

"The people of Guanzhong have been begging for rain for nearly a year, but it has come when it is least needed."

"After this rain, how can the victims of the Guanzhong disaster, who lack food and clothing, still have a way to live?"

"Alas! The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the house leak happened to rain overnight!" ….

On the three-foot high platform of the tea house.

Hu Changgui shook his head without tears on his face.

Under the three-foot high platform of the tea house.

Countless spectators frowned in despair.

Inside a huge teahouse.

For a while, except for the sigh that slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, there was no sound at all.

On the second floor, Tianzi No. 1 private room.

Xu Yi's body paused slightly, and then silently put down the teacup in his hand.

Meanwhile.

Thoughts can't help but fly back to the cold morning that was enough to decide everyone's fate.

Dozens of breaths later.

On the three-foot high platform of the tea house.

Hu Changgui took several deep breaths and forcibly suppressed his heart

After the waves.

The voice full of vicissitudes and tragedy quietly echoed in the huge teahouse again.

"The lives and deaths of hundreds of thousands of victims are on his shoulders alone!"

"He doesn't have time to be sentimental! I don't have time to complain about the injustice of the sky!"

'Target Anxing Fang! Everybody follow me! Don't be left behind! ，

"His Royal Highness King Yan roared, and then rode his horse and whip in the biting cold wind, and went straight to the Hubu Shangshu Mansion!"

'Kachacha! ，

'Boom! ，

"It's not long coming! The sky in Chang'an City is getting darker and darker!"

"Brilliant lightning streaked through the darkness one after another, and the rumbling thunder continued to explode!"

"His Royal Highness King Yan, who is so impatient, is holding the reins with one hand, and frantically whipping the war horse under his crotch with the other!"

"The war horse galloped away like madness under the pain!"

"The biting cold wind has become more and more unscrupulous since this moment!"

"His Royal Highness King Yan is pale and bloodless! Like ten thousand ants devouring their bodies!"

"Yes! Always! His Royal Highness King Yan has not slowed down his horse's speed in the slightest!"

"There are hundreds of thousands of victims waiting for him behind him!"

"How could he stop? How dare he stop!"

"Run!"

"Run!"

"Keep running!"

"Running like crazy!"

"Quick!"

"Quick!"

"Faster!

Faster!

！」

'Kachacha ......,

'Boom......,

'Tick...... Tick......

"Halfway through, the rain finally fell from the sky!"

"That little bit of cold rain fell from the sky like an incomparably sharp dagger, and stabbed fiercely at His Royal Highness King Yan!"

The words fell.

Hu Changgui raised his sleeves and wiped his tearful face.

Then he reached out and touched the place where the jar had been placed before.

Correct.

The place where the jar was placed is now empty.

"Ugh."

Hu Changgui sighed deeply, then raised his sleeve again and wiped his eyes that were still cloudy.

Wait for a little clarity in front of you.

Hu Changgui couldn't help but look at the place where the shopkeeper was located, and wanted to ask for a drink again.

However.

At a glance.

Tears were in the eyes as far as the eye could see.

Even the most hard-hearted teahouse shopkeeper in the past, at this time, he covered his face with his sleeves and constantly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Ugh."

"Shopkeeper, two more jars of spirits!"

Hu Changgui sighed again, then looked at the shopkeeper of the teahouse and asked softly.

It's not that he is addicted to alcohol, but he really doesn't have a good speech.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse nodded slightly when he heard this, and then walked to the counter and took out two jars of fine wine from the bottom of the counter. ….

After Hu Changgui took the wine jar handed by the shopkeeper, he couldn't wait to slap his hand.

Then it was another uphead drink.

"Good wine! Good wine!"

After more than ten breaths, Hu Changgui put down the wine jar in his hand and praised it again and again.

"Master Hu, did His Royal Highness King Yan have wine to keep out the cold at that time?"

In the lobby of the teahouse, a childish child who danced a spoon asked softly with tears on his face.

"No ......"

"Don't say that the wine is cold, His Royal Highness King Yan at that time has not eaten for a day and a night."

Hu Changgui's body paused slightly when he heard this, and then slowly replied.

"How can His Royal Highness King Yan stand it?"

"Daddy once said that the rain is the coldest in winter."

of the Dancing Spoon

Hearing this, the young child muttered again with tears streaming down his face.

Although his voice is immature, it does not echo in the hearts of everyone in the teahouse at this moment.

"The rain is the coldest in winter."

"How can he stand it? How can he stand it?"

"yes, how can he stand it?"

Hearing this, Hu Changgui gradually lowered his head and looked at the wine next to the table, and muttered in a low voice.

After counting the interest.

Two more tear stains appeared in the corners of Hu Changgui's eyes.

He slowly raised his head and replied, "He was originally a first-class royal prince in heaven and earth, and he could have spent his whole life in Zongzheng Temple without worrying about food and clothing."

"He could have avoided wading into the troubled waters of disaster relief, let alone risking the world's condemnation to offend all the powerful and family."

"But why did he stand up when everyone was at a loss, when hundreds of thousands of victims were in danger! Take the initiative to resist the burden of hundreds of thousands of disasters and people dying on this day?"

The words fell.

The huge teahouse fell into a dead silence again.

Countless spectators looked at the direction where the Yanwang Mansion was located with thoughtful expressions.

After more than 100 breaths.

Hu Changgui paused his hands stretched out to the wine jar.

Full of vicissitudes and feelings, he said, "I think it's probably because he has a pure heart."

"I guess that innocent heart is full of people."

As soon as this statement came out.

The huge teahouse was quiet again in an instant.

Countless eyes looked deeply at the location of the Yan Wang's Mansion.

"To get this vassal king, I am fortunate to be the people of Yandi!"

I don't know how long later, an old man with gray hair in the lobby of the teahouse picked up the teacup next to him, and then raised his head and drank the already cold tea.

Although his head is full of gray hair, he drinks not alcohol.

But there is an indescribable heroic meaning in every word and deed.

If you really study it carefully, you may be able to use a metaphor for the wind and bones of Yandi.

"It's a pity that the king's battalion is full."

The burly man gradually withdrew his gaze to look at the Yan Wang's Mansion, and muttered to himself full of loss.

"Daddy, can I grow up to be like His Royal Highness King Yan?"

A young child snuggled in his father's arms, his innocent eyes full of yearning.

"Study hard, if you can get fame in the future, you should keep in mind today's events and be a person like His Royal Highness King Yan who is dedicated to the people."

The young father touched the small bag of the child's croissant in his arms, and muttered earnestly with a serious face.

"Daddy, don't worry, the child will study hard, strive to gain fame as soon as possible, and become a person like His Royal Highness King Yan who is dedicated to the people." ….

The childish boy followed his father's gaze towards the direction where the Yan Wangfu was located, and then replied with a serious face.

Time.

The huge teahouse is full of noisy sounds.

Hu Changgui sat on a three-foot high platform, looking at the noisy spectators below with a look of relief on his face.

There was a sudden sense of relief in my heart that was indescribable and unclear.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of his storytelling.

A moment later.

After the noise in the teahouse gradually subsided.

Hu Changgui picked up the startling wood next to the table with a smile on his face.

'Bang. ，

"I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown!"

Hu Changgui lightly patted the startled wood, and then said loudly.

The words fell.

There was another noisy sound in the teahouse.

On the second floor, Tianzi No. 1 private room.

Xu Yi, who was immersed in the rain and snow on the 15th day of last year's lunar month, gradually opened his eyes.

As its eyes gradually opened.

An extremely clear look crept through his eyes.

Xu Yi calmed down slightly, and then lowered his head slightly and looked at the quietly unfolded

of hands.

Xu was immersed in the snowstorm on the 15th day of the 29th month of Zhengde.

Now, the hands that had long since recovered were slightly hot again.

At the same time, the only remaining knot in his heart disappeared without a trace as his hands became slightly hot.

"Let's go."

After more than 100 breaths.

Xu Yi got up from the Taishi chair in the private room, and then walked out of the private room on the second floor with a dashing meaning.

"Yes."

Yang Xian'an quickly got up when he heard this, and followed closely.

A moment later.

Xu Yi and Yang Xian'an quietly left the slightly noisy 'a teahouse'. ，

At that time.

The night was dark, and the cold wind was howling.

It's like the morning of the fifteenth day of the twenty-ninth year of Zhengde.

This time.

Xu Yi still did not hesitate.

Again against the howling cold wind, strode forward.

Iced tea is always there