In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.

The sky is clear and clear, and the golden sunlight bathes the entire Chang'an City.

I thought it would be another normal day, but today it was too quiet.

Yes, it's as quiet as an empty mountain valley.

The teahouse, which had a miserable business before today, is now overcrowded, and some nimble rangers even climb on the top of the locust tree outside.

And the high-profile storyteller, with tears in his eyes, was both excited that he would usher in a prosperous life, and saddened for the man who was 100,000 miles away.

Bang!

Xingmu slapped the table, the storyteller cranked the folding fan, and said in a low voice:

"A lonely city for thousands of miles, full of white-haired soldiers, alone for 60 years, how dare you forget the Tang Dynasty!"

His tone was not impassioned, and he did not deliberately exaggerate the tragedy.

But the copper plate was thrown like a storm, and a brocade quilt was spread inside the long box, and it fell silently.

The people held their breath and stared, they couldn't read the proclamation of the imperial city, so they could only come to listen to the story.

"The Central Plains has been defeated, the Hexi Corridor has been lost, the Mobei has been lost, and the spirit of our Shenzhou has flickered brightly and darkly."

"But in Qiuzi City in the Western Regions, the battle flag of the Tang Dynasty is still flying!"

"The white-headed old man's heavy armor has long been broken, and the Mo knife is in the nicks, what should I do?"

"Kill!"

"I'd rather shed the last drop of blood than beg to surrender to the barbarians, this is the ridge beam of Huaxia!"

The storyteller lowered his head and took a slow sip of the spirit, closing his eyes:

"A full 22,000 soldiers, all of whom died bravely."

"Until yesterday, we didn't know that there was such a heroic soul iron army that swore to defend the territory to the death!"

"A scholar who climbed to the Yumen Pass in three years, his tongue was cut off by the barbarians, his fingers were cut off by the barbarians, he worked as a slave, he jumped over the dung pit, he pretended to be a dead corpse......"

"But he crawled back!

”

"He used his hands to uncover the dusty sixty-three years, the spirit of Anxi was not buried in the yellow sand, he created a miracle with a mortal body!"

"This is the most tenacious spirit of the Central Plains!"

The sound is like rolling thunder, and the shock is not stopped.

The people's faces were flushed, and their blood was flowing at an incredible speed.

Great!

"I hate the princes of the court, and I hate those emperors who are obsessed with beauty, if they send reinforcements, how will the territory be lost? How could the heroes of Anxi bury the corpses of the barbarians? ”

A businessman who seemed to be a little knowledgeable shed two lines of tears of grief at this moment.

The storyteller slapped Xingmu again, shook his head and said:

"No territory has been lost."

Didn't lose it?

The tea guests looked at each other, didn't you say that all of them died heroically?

The storyteller laughed and said nothing, and sold a small pass.

But the whole building is indifferent, since you want to hang your appetite, then change it.

"There's another person in the city."

"His name is Gu Chang'an!"

"From today onwards, everyone in the world should remember his name, because ......"

The storyteller looked out the window in a daze, really wanting to take a look at him.

Thinking that it was a reward, the emotions of the visitors were mobilized, and at this time, they would not be stingy, and the money and silver were thrown into the box.

"Because he carried the territory of the country with his own strength and shook the entire barbarian country with his eight-foot body, he is a well-deserved legend of this era!"

The storyteller is sonorous and powerful, and his expression is gradually excited.

The teahouse was silent, and the people were short of breath, although they couldn't read a basket of big characters, but they also understood a simple truth.

What did you do to deserve such a great review?

"Three thousand barbarians are attacking the city, the territory is about to overturn, and there is only Gu Chang'an at the head of the city."

"Alone!"

"A sword!"

"A flag fluttering in the wind!"

"He didn't defend the city, he stepped out of the lonely city and killed the barbarians!"

"At that moment, a husband raised his arms and swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger!"

The storyteller came to an abrupt end.

"And then?" The people went into cardiac arrest and their voices trembled.

"His body is already full of holes, and his blood has already stained his red and white robes!"

"But he never stopped swinging his sword, killing until the heavens and the earth trembled, and only one person stood majestically on the battlefield."

"The world was quiet, and he sat back down at the head of the city, as if it were another normal day, except for three thousand more filthy corpses outside the city."

The storyteller roared excitedly, clutched the waking wood and knocked on the table:

"In the realm of mortality, he did not disappoint the soul of Anxi, and he did not let the barbarians act recklessly in the territory of the Tang Dynasty."

"One man is an army!"

The building was silent, and the tea guests had shocked expressions and dull eyes.

They seemed to be pointed, their bodies motionless, immersed in unprecedented shock.

One person kills through three thousand barbarians?

How brave to conquer the world!

That's the hero we're looking forward to, standing up to the sky!

"Ridiculous ......"

The swordsman in the corner stood up and laughed, suddenly feeling bored, and said in a deep voice before leaving:

"Haven't you ever thought that the imperial court is keen on creating gods, killing three thousand barbarians by one person, and living in a dream?"

"Don't insult the soul of Anxi, they are truly martyrs worth remembering, the most afraid of mixing water in the world, if there is more water, the gas will disperse."

He is a four-grade realm, and he knows that when manpower is exhausted, let alone a pair of three thousand, even three hundred, he will also be consumed alive.

Unless it is a half-step saint, who dares to guarantee that he will slaughter three thousand elites with one force?

When the people heard this, the blood gradually subsided, and a sense of loss inevitably welled up in their hearts.

At that moment, they burst into tears, in fact, their wish was very simple, there was a hero who dared to fight against the barbarians.

Don't lie to us!

"Childe is suspicious, human nature." The storyteller was not in a hurry, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said:

"Please go to the Holy City and see how frightened and furious the barbarians are!"

"Really?" The swordsman was skeptical.

"At three o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, the pilgrimage to the holy city was full of devastation, and the barbarian people urinated on it to vent, just because the barbarian country suffered unprecedented humiliation!"

"A name is a household name in the Holy City, and his name is—"

"Gu Chang'an!"

A hint of pride flashed in the storyteller's eyes.

The most important thing to eat this bowl of rice is the news channel.

The center is afraid that he just received it, and he received a flying pigeon message from a friend in Shu at midnight, and Shu was boiling!

The swordsman's eyes froze, his mouth opened, and he sat down again.

"Not lying?" Some people looked nervous and faintly pleading.

"The old man doesn't want to be a street rat that everyone shouts at."

The storyteller shook the folding fan lightly, with indescribable confidence.

The implication is that if you lie about this kind of thing, you will drown in spittle unless you don't show up again in the future.

Rumble!

The people on the building got up and shook their fists fiercely, and they regained their long-lost self-confidence!

It's been decades, and there's never been such an exciting moment!

Suddenly, the golden beans and broken silver were thrown into the "merit box", and most of them were rewarded by wealthy businessmen, but the common people were not stingy, and the copper plates on their bodies were hollowed out.

The storyteller raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling restraint, and then said unhurriedly:

"Can you defend the lonely city with only three thousand kills?"

"That city is the spirit of the Central Plains, and it is also the dignity of the barbarians, they are bound to eradicate it!"

"Followed by four thousand elites, and there are also martial artists in the Great Grandmaster realm."

"There is no return, it's just a few more corpses under the sword, how could Gu Changan ever be afraid?"

Listening to the painless description, the tea guest suddenly became anxious and urged:

"What a process!

”

The slaughter of three thousand barbarian dogs just now already made their hearts surge, although they knew that this was far from Gu Yingying's limit.

The storyteller took the roast duck handed by his apprentice and ate it as if he were ignoring it, "Four thousand barbarian dogs, what is there to describe?" ”

The corners of the mouths of countless people present twitched, it was a lonely person!

The Central Plains has worshiped heroes since ancient times, Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, Hou Huo, the champion, and the resourceful Zhuge Liang, these are all big people that ordinary farmers have heard of.

Gu Chang'an's earth-shattering battle can also be compared with historical heroes, why is it not worth mentioning to you?

The storyteller ate comfortably, burped with satisfaction, wiped the oil from his mouth with his wide sleeves, and continued to wake up and pat the table:

"Because the battle after that is the most terrible will of this man."

"The barbarians have dispatched twelve thousand elites, three great grandmasters, and the most sophisticated weapons in the Holy City!"

"How powerful is this weapon? The fiasco of the Triple Alliance was largely due to it! ”

When the words fell, everyone was terrified.

"Impossible...... When pigs fly! The swordsman was dumbfounded, it was really like listening to a righteous opera, and it was ridiculously exaggerated.

Saints can't do it!

"The barbarian high-ranking officials surrendered to the Tang Dynasty, and their staff dictated the battle."

"It is said that this battle has become a nightmare that they do not want to remember for the rest of their lives, and the staff members are even more blunt."

"It's easy to shake Mount Tai, but it's hard to shake Chang'an!"

"The high-ranking official from the third grade joked in private, if Gu Chang'an was a citizen of the barbarian country, he would be willing to saddle the horse before and after the horse, and be willing to be a servant!"

The storyteller was full of emotion and said in a deep voice:

"There's always one thing that wins the admiration of your enemies, fist!"

After a pause, he said in a dumb voice:

"In that battle, Gu Changan almost fell."

"Which of you will make a hole in your arm and sprinkle salt on it?"

Suddenly, the burly warrior was expressionless, and he cut his arm with a dagger, and blood gushed out.

When he sprinkled salt on it, he felt a bone-splitting scream, and he gritted his teeth to endure it, but he still let out a terrible wail.

"What about you?" The storyteller looked at the swordsman with a broken mouth.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and then opened a wound, which was also trembling in pain.

The people were shocked, the wounds were salted, and the pain was superimposed more than ten times!

The storyteller's expression gradually became sad, and his voice was no longer passionate, and his lips moved slightly:

"Gu Changan fell, covered in thousands of wounds, and the barbarian threw three carts of refined salt at him."

The atmosphere was almost frozen.

The people's chests rose and fell violently, and their eyes were moist, this was a more cruel capital punishment than a thousand cuts!

The swordsman was so confused that he couldn't imagine what a terrible torture it was.

Gu Changan was dying, he wanted to be unconscious, but ......" The storyteller choked up for the first time and said sadly:

"But what about the territory?"

"He falls, who can defend the city?"

"Why do you want to keep ......?" muttered to some people, wouldn't it be good to leave.

The swordsman was silent, stood up and retorted:

"This is the difference between ordinary people and heroes of the world!"

"The Lonely City is not just a piece of territory, but also a torch in a dark and desperate situation, which has been held for sixty years and cannot be lost!"

"Just like the land of Shenzhou that stubbornly resists the invasion of barbarians, some things must be held to the end!"

The storyteller's eyes showed appreciation, and then he answered:

"An era, a nation, after all, needs some people to stand up without hesitation, just stand there quietly, not a step back!"

"And Gu Changan, at the moment when he was about to fall unconscious, held the peach tree in his hand, and a bloody man with sparse flesh and bones and hundreds of arrows stuck in his body slowly stood up."

"At that moment, more than 10,000 barbarians were shocked and frightened by the terrifying willpower."

"What's it called?"

A scholar's blood boiled, waving his arms and shouting:

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!"

The storyteller was full of passion and roared:

"What is Gu Changan going to do?!"

Takeo gritted his teeth and said hysterically:

"The time has come, this is the moment to slaughter the barbarians!

”

The atmosphere of the teahouse reached a climax, and countless people raised their eyebrows, as if they were also participating in the battlefield of the Jin Ge Iron Horse.

"Kill! Gu Changan rushed out with a sword, and that sword took away nine hundred barbarian dogs, he fought to the point of madness, the smell of blood awakened an ancient fierce beast, and the more he killed, the more terrifying it became! ”

The storyteller's eyes were scarlet, and he said loudly:

"Killed all night, until the barbarian sanction officer took his life and fled, until the barbarian knelt down and begged for mercy, and killed until the lonely city rained blood for three hours!"

"The flag is flying, the territory is expanding, how is that the scene that shakes the past and the present? One man and one sword slaughtered ten thousand armies, and expanded the territory of twenty miles for the land of Shenzhou! ”

"The fortunes of the country have skyrocketed, the Central Plains are horrified, and the portrait has spread all over the world, but no one knows that it is him!"

The hearts of countless people in the teahouse are about to burst, and the excitement cannot be described in words!

The storyteller gradually suppressed his emotions, and his voice was flat:

"He has never left the lonely city in his life, and he has never set foot in the Central Plains."

"The people of the Central Plains don't know him."

"But he is willing to give everything he has for us and bear thousands of scars."

"The barbarian called him a monster demon, and the old man felt it."

"This man is gentle and strong!"

After the words fell, the tea guest nodded vigorously, so excited that he lost his voice, and only his actions expressed his emotions.

"How exactly did he do it?" The swordsman is still suspicious, and the battle is too absurd and bizarre, and it is difficult to justify it with strength.

"Hear me clearly!"

"Gu Changan is the only existence in history that has broken away from the Heavenly Dao and created his own Heaven and Earth Qi Machine!"

The storyteller is proud and proud, and he does not hide the pride of his expression.

The swordsman Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and the hinterland of the Western Regions didn't seem to have been baptized by aura......

The storyteller stared at him and said word for word:

"The barbarian abyss is swept up by thieves, and Chang'an is struggling alone in a desperate situation!"

"So what?"

"Just like our ancestors, Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, Yu Shun worked hard, and if you want to create a brilliant Chinese civilization, you have to rely on your own hands."

"Gu Changan was born in killing, and he will also go against the sky in killing!"

His emotions accumulated to a certain extent, Huo Ran left the eucalyptus table, and looked around at everyone:

"In the era when mountains and rivers are broken and lives are devastated, he uses his own strength to let us know that the power of perseverance is endless!"

"To this day, he still watches the city alone, day after day, silently."

"But we clearly heard the roar of the tiger and the dragon in the Western Regions, which shook the land of my Central Plains!

”

The long dead silence, the huge teahouse is silent.

The green tendons on the foreheads of the people bloomed one by one, which was a manifestation of excitement beyond measure.

The court officials in the corner couldn't help but be enthusiastic, although they had already experienced a court meeting yesterday, but after listening to it thousands of times, he was still the same as before.

I have to admit that the storyteller has a particularly strong rendering ability, and he is born to eat this bowl of rice.

No matter how good the skills and feelings are, they all need the support of the story, which can make the people present cry, or because Gu Changan's life is too legendary.

"He is God!" There is Takeo Kang's indignation.

"Nope." The storyteller sat back in his seat, secretly sad:

"He's gone crazy."

The teahouse was silent again, and countless people felt inexplicable sadness, as if they had just stood on the top of the mountain and suddenly fell down.

The storyteller didn't wake up and beat the table again, and his voice was low and weak:

"Who wants to be crazy?"

"Maybe crazy is the strongest Gu Changan, he tortures himself and just wants to hold the territory, that's all."

"He can't be saved, he doesn't dare to rest for even a day, no one fights side by side with him, no one gives him a trace of warmth......"

The people unconsciously wept like a knife in the heart.

If Gu Changan is an omnipotent god, it is too far away and illusory after all.

But he is also flesh and blood, and he will also be painful and tired, so it seems that what he has done is great and heavy!

"Will he come to Chang'an City?" Some people choked up.

The storyteller sipped tea to moisten his throat and said firmly:

"The Central Plains has regained its former courage and strength, and vowed to blow the horn of attack in the Western Regions and defeat the arrogance of the barbarians!"

The swordsman bowed his head and couldn't help but say, "If there really is that day, what should we say to Gu Changan?" ”

The storyteller was silent for a long time, and then whispered:

"Chang'an, hello."

When he saw Chang'an City, he should also smile and respond: Chang'an, hello."

The officials who were watching raised their glasses and blessed them wholeheartedly:

"We hope that he will go through hardships and return as a young man."

The box was stuffed with money, and all the listeners spontaneously rewarded, and left the teahouse silently, and the shock in the bottom of my heart could only be tasted slowly by being alone.

Outside the teahouse, the street is full of vendors, the neighbors drink tea and chat, walk birds and go to the shops, it seems to be no different from the usual fireworks in the market.

But the storyteller clearly noticed the subtle changes, and the people were more energetic.

This may be the eight words that the hero of the lonely city endured all the hardships and only pursued -

The mountains and rivers are safe, and the country and the people are safe.

"Donate the money to the Armament Division." The storyteller said freely.

"Why?" The apprentice was horrified.

It's been compared to six years' income after one game, the master doesn't have hysteria, doesn't he want to marry two more concubines?

"The imperial court will create a few more armors and kill a few more brute dogs!" The storyteller's tone is irrefutable.

The apprentice was depressed and silent.

"Pattern!" The storyteller kicked his ass, and there was a reserved look in his eyes:

"As long as the Western Regions is defeated, with my mouth, I'm afraid that I won't make any money?"

"You go south and north with your teacher, and you are not too young, and you should also look for a girl from a good family."

"Donate! Donate! The apprentice's face was full of shame.

……

Chu.

Jinling Academy.

"Your Highness, you once asked me if I regretted divining my life for thirteen years, and now I can say it in a dignified manner: no regrets!"

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Li Ping, who was dressed in a dark robe, spoke in a turbulent tone.

"You're famous!" The eldest princess of the Chu State lightly opened her red lips, "In the Western Regions hidden by the heavens, you can accurately spy on Gu Chang'an's appearance, just a little bit." ”

Li Ping was silent with some guilt, if he broke through the slightest gap, Gu Changan would not have to endure such suffering.

It is said that in the Jinluan Palace, the empress couldn't bear to hear about it, and Pei waited for the edict to burst into tears, what a cruel three-year perseverance.

The sentence "I didn't run around, I have obedient house", even her elderly grandmother burst into tears when she heard it.

The eldest princess raised her hand and patted her on the shoulder, comforting:

"The land of Shenzhou has not failed Gu Chang'an's efforts, the torch held high has shown the trend of burning the plains, Xishu issued an edict, and the power of the whole country went to the Western Regions, Youyan followed, and the white horse iron horse has waited for Yanmen Pass ......"

"And my Chu State is not only a large army, but half of the academy students have gone to the Western Regions."

"Because of him, he awakened the national spirit that had been dormant for a long time in the land of Shenzhou, and also rekindled the fighting spirit of Cangsheng Lishu, which is already a brilliant achievement!"

Li Ping nodded his delicate chin, and then overlooked the academy square, the black blue robe.

The white-haired master stood in the air, glancing at every vigorous face, which was the spirit of a scholar and the courage of a Central Plains person.

"There is a saying in the north that men should be in serious danger, how can they let Confucianism mistake this life, saying that Jinling Academy is a disaster for Confucianism."

"You are very angry, and the old man is also angry, but he is speechless in anger, and for decades after the Anshi Rebellion, no academy student has sacrificed his life for the country on the battlefield."

A majestic and serious voice resounded in the square.

The scholar clenched his fists and fell weakly, what the northerners said was the truth, and the truth was the most difficult to tell.

The master's face was expressionless, and he said without hurrying:

"You've been comfortable for too long."

"In troubled times, you have to tell the world on the battlefield that scholars can also mend the cracks in the sky with one hand!"

"I hope that you and others can be independently biography in Huanghuang Qingshi, and future generations will read the biography and respectfully call the sages strong in my Shenzhou Huaxia!"

The breeze in the south of the Yangtze River blew the catkins and flowers, and also caressed every academy student, and everyone roared out a breath of righteousness:

"Reading the books of the sages, what have you learned, and now and in the future, you are almost worthy of it!"

Countless air masses gushed out from heaven and earth, slowly gathering together to form a magnificent and rippling Mohu River, which lay across the square like that.

Defend the family and the country, not murderous, and do not destroy benevolence, righteousness and morality!

It's like Gu Chang'an, who guards the lonely city alone, although the barbarians call him a crazy demon, but the people of the Central Plains know that he interprets the true national spirit!

Rolling Yangtze River, the black-robed monster sank to the bottom thirty feet, with a fishtail and a golden mask on its head, revealing only two purple-red lips soaked in river water.

"Even the grave keepers are bloody." He whispered.

Known as the grave keeper of the Old World by the Holy City, Master Shuzi has spent his life trying to preserve the inheritance of Chinese culture, for fear of being destroyed and burned by the empire.

This also indirectly means that the master is afraid of the power of the empire!

And today, the mighty river over the academy is really unprecedented.

"Your Majesty, you are such a waste!

The black-robed monster snorted coldly.

Thousands of miles of territory, it can tolerate a Han slave to hold on to the present, which is an unprecedented shame for the empire, and it has faintly shaken the trust of the people of the empire in the Tuoba royal family.

The empire is a history of aggression, in just 60 years, from the border tribes to a territory of 20 million miles, the people come from the south, the south, the north, and the west, and the culture, customs and beliefs are different.

It is precisely for this reason that the foundation of rule is to be strong, and only by remaining strong can the internal separatist forces that are ready to be stirred can be suppressed, and the contradictions between the races can be eased.

But the sudden appearance of one person and one city Gu Chang'an brought a heavy blow to the empire and shook the invincible spirit of the empire that the holy city had been promoting.

"You want to fight, don't you?"

"I finally mustered up the courage to face it head-on, and once I lost, that qi completely collapsed!"

The black-robed man rushed out from the bottom of the river, and the fishtail returned to his healthy legs, and he flew in the direction of the Holy City.

The purpose of cultivating here is to suppress Haoran Righteousness, and the melee power of Haoran Righteousness is not worth mentioning, but the auxiliary army can be described as incomparable.

Since this poor old man is going to the Western Regions, he must also curb it.

Passing through Jinling Academy, the black-robed man smiled, and said in a loud voice:

"See you on the battlefield in the Western Regions."

In the face of the provocation, the master's eyes were unwavering, and he said calmly:

"See you on the battlefield."

……

Soochow.

The Imperial Study.

The old emperor sat on the dragon chair, his expression was deep, and his joy and anger were indistinguishable.

"Your Majesty, except for us, the six countries have all drafted an edict, so they will send a thief to write a letter."

Several important ministers stood beside them and reported solemnly.

"Ridiculous!" Emperor Wu flicked the sleeves of his robe angrily, and did not hide the yin and yang weirdness in his tone:

"Youyan borders the barbarian country Mobei, they must send troops to hit the barbarian country hard!"

"Not to mention Beiliang, it is not only adjacent to Mobei, but also bordering the Western Regions!"

"Zhao State is close to the barbarian Hexi Corridor, how can it be reasonable not to fight?"

"Xishu is in danger, and reinforcements are urgently needed to relieve the pressure of destroying the country, and it is normal for them to be desperate!"

"Although the Tang Dynasty is in the middle of the Guanzhong, Gu Changan is a Tang person, such a shocking lonely loyalty, the empress is the moral lie."

Hearing this, the ministers frowned deeply, and they felt that His Majesty's analysis was unreasonable.

"What about the state of Chu?" The prime minister tried to be as calm as possible.

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, and the land of Shu is swallowed, and it will be its turn next." Emperor Wu's old eyes were cloudy, and his words were full of suggestiveness.

The ministers understood, but no one expressed their position, and it was impossible to take the blame.

The six countries are going to fight, so Dongwu escapes, and no matter how you think about it, you feel ashamed.

The water is the tears of the people, and you don't know if you don't cross the stream!

If they do not unite and gather their will, when the barbarians are defeated, it is time to slaughter the people of Eastern Wu, and the barbarians have formulated a policy of genocide.

Seeing that the courtiers pretended to be Hutu, Emperor Wu closed his eyes and remained silent, he was not ignorant of the general situation, he was really the weakest in Eastern Wu, and he couldn't afford to lose it.

After a long dead silence, Emperor Wu was finally forced to say nothing, and said in a deep voice:

"How many troops does Chu send, and Dongwu sends three percent, this is my bottom line!"

The ministers looked at each other and tended to retreat.

His Majesty was determined to forge ahead, but now he is so cowardly, the emperor cannot escape the fate of old age and mediocrity, and Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty has not learned a lesson from the past.

"Gong Chen, what did my father say?" A middle-aged man in a python robe hurriedly walked over.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Your Majesty is willing to send troops, depending on the Chu State, with thirty percent of its strength as the bottom line." The Prime Minister was concise and to the point.

The prince's expression froze, and he stopped talking, and finally sighed.

It is much better to send troops than to watch from the wall, but casual perfunctory will really be laughed at by the people of the world, and the fight against barbarians is not a matter of one family, but involves the entire Chinese nation!

A thought popped into him:

"Is there a prince in the world for thirty years?"

If he ascended the throne by himself, he would not fall into the prestige of Jiangdong's children, and soon he would extinguish the idea of rebellion.

Perhaps because of Gu Changan's earth-shattering deeds of ghosts and gods, everyone who heard it had a sense of anger, or courage, righteousness, or arrogance.

"I'd love to toast you."

The prince sighed with emotion.

……

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