Throne room.

The atmosphere was so oppressive and deadly silent.

There was a throbbing pain in the hearts of the ministers, and after the throbbing, there was boundless guilt.

In the smoke of the last days when the mountains and rivers collapsed, they lived in the temple and the corpses were vegetarian, and in the almost forgotten corners of Shenzhou, a group of unknown martyrs always defended the spirit of China.

If there was no national fortune that had suddenly skyrocketed for decades, and Gao Chaoen had not died in the Western Regions, they would even question whether that man was real.

Hearing Gu Chang'an fall madly in pain and despair, and his soul wandering in a lonely territory, they deeply knew that it was not an omnipotent god, but a flesh and blood body!

It is precisely because it is a human being that it will bring unparalleled shock, and it will cause the whole hall to cry and be sad.

The demon monster in the mouth of the barbarian was just an ordinary person at first, and the cage guarding the territory forced him to be like this!

After a brief silence in the courtroom.

Pei Jingshu's tears fell straight down, she wiped her tears, looked at the rice paper and suddenly smiled:

"In fact, Gu Changan was very naughty when he was a child, and often teased the white-headed old pawns on the city, and one day he was hung by Mrs. Guo in the city tower with a whip, and that day the old pawns in the city were all teased and bragged about Chang'an's butt balls."

The empress's red eyes lit up slightly, and she couldn't help but sketch a funny scene in her mind.

In addition to the grief of the civil and military officials, they also couldn't help laughing.

"For example, when he was thirteen years old, he was alone against a hundred barbarians, covered by the barbarian corpses, the white-haired old man was so frightened that his face was pale, planing, planing, and suddenly a middle finger came up, Chang'an laughed, I deceived you."

“……”

"When he was twenty years old, Chang'an said that the drum passed the flowers, and now that the flower branches are in his hands, it feels great to have them alone, and he also said that the city of Qiuci is sunny and quiet."

A hoarse voice rang out in the hall.

Pei Jingshu read it in one breath without suffocation, but her eyes were clearly filled with tears.

The more flat and even relaxed the text, the more she was abused like a knife!

She suddenly seemed to witness the growth of a man.

was sensible too early at a young age, and tried every means to make the white-headed old man happy.

When he was a teenager, he was full of spirits and wanted to learn from Chen Qingzhi of the Southern Dynasty to avoid the white robe, he rushed to the enemy without hesitation, but after all, he couldn't change the death of his relatives one after another.

There is nothing more painful in the world than life and death, and the child who grew up eating hundreds of meals experiences this matter every day, how cruel is it to him?

"Don't read it......"

Suddenly, the sound of the empress choking came from the throne.

She is afraid of entering the desperate world of the next three years, her spirit cannot be muddy, she must meet the Western Regions War in the best condition!

"I'm sorry, I don't even have the courage to listen."

"Wait for you to come back, wait for the ashes of Anxi's heroic soul to be brought back, and wait for the Central Plains to defeat the barbarians in the Western Regions, and I will be qualified to listen to you on behalf of the common people."

The Empress muttered to herself.

The ministers were exhausted, and Li Lian tried his best to avoid using a sad tone, but they couldn't bear it anymore!

Xu Ting let out a long sigh, he prided himself on being hard-hearted, but when he heard the words "don't read it", he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Yes, he was equally demoralized.

The slaughter of ten thousand armies by one person is enough to make the blood of the people of Shenzhou boil, and the heroic epic of one-armed optimism in the darkness is also enough to awaken the crumbling spiritual beliefs of the Central Plains.

Gu Changan gave everything, not to make the world feel miserable and pitiful, but to cheer up the nation! Raise your head and look straight at the arrogant barbarians!

When the Western Regions are victorious, the three years of dark and desperate struggle will be revealed to the world.

Let Cangsheng Li Shu understand how hard-won this victory is, that man has tasted all the suffering in the world by waiting for this moment.

Pei Jingshu closed her eyes tightly, and when she suddenly opened them, she looked at the end of the rice paper, not daring to look at the written record of the three years.

"Your Majesty, Li Lian said that there is a compartment on the letter." She walked from Danqi to the throne.

"You transcribe it first, and then wash it with ink." The empress's voice was hoarse.

Pei Jingshu's expression froze, she still had to watch it in the end.

After a moment of silence, he paced to the side of the royal eucalyptus, bent down to hold the pen, and transcribed the contents of the letter.

She saw that when Gu Changan was most desperate, there were despicable surrenderers dancing for the barbarians, just where Anxi's heroic soul had been holding on for sixty-three years.

There has never been such a moment, Pei Jingshu feels that holding a pen is a kind of soul torment, which makes her feel painful!

Looking at Jing Shu, who was in tears and trembling all over, the empress's eyes were sour, she knew that it was the most tragic three years in the history of Huanghuang Qing.

The Jinluan Hall was as silent as a tomb, and there was no sound at all, only Pei Zhizhao's uncontrollable low sobs.

Liu Shang clenched his fists, his teeth creaked, he kept praying that Chang'an was alive, but what was the price of living?

"Alright." Pei Jingshu's eyes were red and swollen, and she took out the tissue paper in the compartment.

Above are densely packed with names squeezed into a pile.

"Guo Xin is the protector of the capital, his ancestral home is Huazhou, he killed seventy-one barbarians, and died in battle."

"Cheng Mazi, whose ancestral home is Yangzhou, killed twenty-nine barbarians, was captured and could not surrender, and died of torture."

"Gu Min, whose ancestral home is Chang'an, killed Manjiu, died in battle."

“……”

"Your Majesty, the list of Anxi's heroic souls." She read a few words, and her voice was hoarse and chaotic.

"Inspect the household registration and reward the descendants of Anxi's heroic soul." The empress did not hesitate.

But there was silence in the hall.

More than 60 years later, after the chaotic rule of several emperors, the Central Plains fell apart, and it was difficult to find out the household registration.

What's more, Anxi Heroic Soul is not only from the Tang Dynasty, they come from all over the Divine Continent.

"Spread the list across the land of China, and Liu Shang will be responsible for coordinating and identifying it, neither teaching history without a trace, nor chilling the descendants of Anxi."

Xu Ting proposed.

"Okay." The empress bowed her head slightly, as if her emotions had not been adjusted, and her mind was full of a lonely person watching over the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

She rose from her throne, her pale cheeks clearing, and her voice was slow but firm:

"The Central Plains has been struggling for decades in the gloomy history of internal and external troubles, and today the heroic soul of Anxi shines with a touch of brilliance."

"This is definitely not the last rays, but the dawn of hope!"

"The dawn will lead the Central Plains out of the darkness, and the torch of resistance must be burned all over the land of Shenzhou!"

"I will carry the coffin and go out on the expedition, either win or die!"

The Golden Luan Hall is dead.

When the Ninety-Five Supreme said the four words of carrying the coffin and going to the battle, the shock went straight to the heart, and the ministers were terrified.

Xu Ting's sunken eye sockets could not hide the look of horror, the emperor made a promise, not to mention that it was still the most solemn palace, and it was irretrievable if he put it into his mouth.

Carry the coffin and go on the expedition!

"I beg your Majesty to take the society as your mind." Some purple-robed officials came out tremblingly and exhorted.

After the Anshi Rebellion, more than a dozen emperors of Li Tang were undoubtedly the most outstanding today, and they must not easily get into danger, and the Western Regions will inevitably usher in the monstrous anger of barbarians.

"The government hall plans to send an edict to the world on the same day!" The empress was categorical.

The purple-robed official wanted to speak again and again, and finally tended to retreat into the queue.

The ministers were silent, and no one refuted the holy will.

At the beginning, just a hunch, His Majesty wanted to send 10,000 elites, and now it is confirmed that there is still the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and there is a legendary hero who shocks the past and the present, how can there be a reason to hesitate?

Let alone.

The unprecedented epic legend awakens their long-dormant blood.

If you dare to rush to the army of ten thousand people alone, how can you be afraid of barbarians?

After being bullied by barbarians for decades, it's time for the Central Plains to fight back!

Liu Shang once again burst into tears in his eyes, Anxi Yingsoul was waiting for this moment, although it was sixty-three years late, as long as he went.

A scene that he often fantasized about in his dreams will also appear in the future, when a million soldiers from the Central Plains came to the Western Regions, looking at the city of blood mist, and said with a loud voice:

"Go home!"

No matter how much suffering has been experienced, it will become meaningful.

The staff of Zhelansu, who had been ignored, were terrified, the timing of the lord's surrender was not right, and the thirteen,000 elites who had been saved at the expense of self-destruction of their dignity had to take the lead in the Western Regions.

"How?" The Empress suddenly looked at him.

The staff stubbornly said "yes".

This is how the treatment of surrender is, if the battle is defeated, the Lord will definitely be crucified to the pillar of shame and become the laughing stock of future generations.

The collision between the two civilizations, the Central Plains has little chance of winning, and even the barbarian empire is desperate to complete the battle.

Of course, the key is how much willpower the Central Plains can explode, which is the decisive factor in victory or defeat.

At least in the Tang Dynasty, after hearing Gu Changan's deeds, the court burst into tears, and the empress said that she would carry the coffin and go on the expedition, which shows the firmness of her spiritual will.

"The minister retired." Xu Ting ended his mission and left the Jinluan Hall very calmly, only taking a few steps and then stopping, and said softly:

"Today is the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and you should be the first to step into Qiuci City, and you will be the first to take over the ashes of Chang'an and Anxi's heroic souls."

After speaking, he walked out of the hall calmly, the dusky sunset tilted towards him, and before he knew it, most of the day had passed, and his ups and downs gradually calmed down.

The empress's expression was in a daze, and she suddenly thought of what she should say when she saw Gu Changan?

I've worked hard for you, or can't I stand up to you?

It seems that all words are pale and weak.

The civil and military officials were silent.

Suddenly, an untimely voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, the minister suggested not to take Gu Chang'an, he is mentally crazy." An elegant scholar said cautiously.

He knew what he was saying was risky, but it was an undeniable fact.

Such an uncontrollable demon, once the killing ring is opened, the Central Plains will be devastated!

As a scholar who worries about the country and the people, he should take precautions.

The ministers were dizzy, not afraid, but sad.

A hero who gave everything for the Central Plains nation, before he returned home and received any glory and applause, there were self-righteous cockroaches who began to question, as if destroying heroes was something to be proud of.

Sensing the cold atmosphere in the hall, the elegant official was panicked and added:

"The minister feels that Gu Chang'an will be crowned king and let him continue to hold on to the territory."

Heroes are just instruments of power, and they should be held high.

Liu Shang shuddered, he roared like crazy, but his throat could only make staccato sounds.

When does Chang'an need to be rewarded, he is for the entire Chinese nation, but if the Central Plains ruthlessly abandons him, it will completely destroy Chang'an's soul!

"Immediately slash!"

An icy voice came from the throne.

Before the elegant officials could beg for mercy, an angry Imperial Forester rushed into the Jinluan Palace, erected it and dragged it out.

"He is crazy for the country, how can he hurt the people of the Central Plains?" The prime minister was filled with indignation, and he couldn't wait to bite off a piece of flesh and blood with his own hands.

That's it, the Central Plains are all torn apart, civilizations are about to sink and perish, and there are still some people who are selling the so-called power tricks!

When the surging blood swept in, he turned into a loyal lackey of the barbarians.

The staff secretly took a sip, no wonder the Central Plains fell here, I am afraid that there are still many weak factions hidden.

If it weren't for believing in the Chinese spirit represented by Gu Chang'an, how could the lord, as the imperial feudal official, surrender to Li Tang without any bargaining chips?

The empress's killing intent was unabated, she looked around the court hall coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Hear clearly, I will carry the coffin and go out on the expedition, either die in the Western Regions, or bring Gu Changan back in a dignified manner."

"Retreat!"

The civil and military officials bowed down with difficulty, and their bodies were stiff and paralyzed after standing for too long, but their inner emotions were still stirring.

Gu Chang'an, this name will resound all over the country, and his miracle war history will make the world boil!

……

At three o'clock, in a tavern in Chang'an City, the old ministers of the Imperial History Terrace of the lower dynasty came straight to him.

"Zijin." He glanced around and hurried to the corner of the tavern.

The white-haired shopkeeper let out an "um" and handed him the egg casually.

"There's news of Lingzun." The old minister said excitedly.

The shopkeeper's arm froze, and he accidentally knocked over the wine jug on the eucalyptus table, and he wiped the wine stains clean with a blank face.

Seeing that his friend's face was flushed, not as if he was joking, he pointed to the dense spots on the back of his hand and quipped:

"I'm eighty years old, and my father has been waiting for me in the Netherworld for decades."

"Zijin!" The old minister said loudly:

"Datang still has a piece of territory in the Western Regions, and it hasn't been lost for sixty-three years, the list of Anxi Heroic Souls is back, and it is posted in the Imperial City, and I am fortunate to see Ling Zun's name."

After a pause, he sighed:

"Du Lin, ancestral home of Xiangyang, killed the three barbarians, and killed himself."

The shopkeeper suddenly lowered his head and drank, the wine glass was empty and he was still sipping his glass, he was silent for a long time, and said indifferently:

"Xu is the same name, the same surname, the same place."

The old minister stroked his back with a scrooked sentence, and his old eyes were full of tears:

"You once told me that Ling Zun said goodbye sixty-four years ago!"

At this stroke, the shopkeeper was sobbing and wiping his tears with the corner of his sleeve.

"Zijin, you misunderstood Lingzun for sixty-four years...... the old minister was overwhelmed with grief, and then quietly left the tavern and closed the door.

The old man couldn't help but tremble, this news was like a sharp dagger stabbing his soul fiercely, and dusty memories came flooding in.

He walked into the inner room in a daze, and pulled out a cobweb-entangled spirit card from the corner of the drawer.

[First examine the spirit of the monarch of Du Gonglin's mansion. 】

The shopkeeper carefully blew off the dust, and old tears fell.

He remembered that 64 years ago, when his parents were separated and he volunteered to follow his mother, his hometown Zhuyuan was the last time the father and son met.

"Dad, my grandfather is Du Fu, who is a poet and a genius, my uncle is full of economy, my second uncle writes the national policy, the fourth uncle hangs the pot to help the world, and my father fights cocks and dogs!"

The boy scolded bitterly.

The father frowned deeply and said in a deep voice:

"The eldest husband was born in heaven and earth, so he should be happy in time, and the way of heaven is unkind, and the gang is often corrupt, so what does it have to do with your father?"

"Grandfather scolded you for not being a good person before he died, and my mother left you, asking me to say, it's a shame to have a father like you!"

After the boy finished speaking, he left angrily.

He remembered that it was a snowy winter, and then he happened to hear the old servant mention that his father had been in the wind and snow for a long time.

Since that day, there has been no news.

The shopkeeper held the spirit card in his arms, beat his chest and choked up:

"If I hadn't scolded you, you wouldn't have proved that you were a backbone father, and you wouldn't have died in the Western Regions."

"I'm sorry, I've hated you all my life, I'm sorry."

The dying old man's body twitched, he did nothing in his life, but he always hated a father who died fighting for his country.