From the day the Brown Army rose up, it had only two endings: either survive the confrontation or die defeated.

If he is Mao Dingsheng, instead of defending Fenglai Mountain and waiting for the court army to attack, it is better to take the initiative to go north and compose the third possible ending: call Wang Dingjiangshan.

He Xiaoyuan glanced at him with a surprised gaze.

Adults in the Brown Army may not be able to understand these truths, but he, a fourteen-year-old boy, can see them thoroughly.

There was a cat meow from behind, but it was actually a sneer from Chitose: "If you have a strong plan, you must also have a rough plan that can match, otherwise-"

"I've seen too many stories of ambition dying before it is rewarded. She said leisurely.

Despite the speed of customs clearance, there are still long queues at the eight city gates, showing that Shengyi is busy.

The three of them have the military order in their hands and have the priority to clear customs, and they can enter the capital of the Kingdom of David-Shengyi in the envious eyes of others.

The houses are lined up one after another, and the streets extend in all directions, but they are crowded with people everywhere. As soon as Yan Saburo walked in, he knew that this was a prosperous place, and the roads were built to accommodate eight cars side by side, which was wider than most cities, but they could only follow the crowd and move forward in small steps.

The vitality and vitality of Shengyi are only comparable to Yuncheng in the city that Yan Saburo has walked, and Chunming City is still far behind.

And elsewhere the city was built on a mountain, but Shengyi was a mountain in the city, enveloping a whole mountain.

The mountain is more than 100 zhang high, undulating, not towering and not abrupt, but it is clear and beautiful. Yan Saburo walked a few steps into the city, and when he looked up, he could see the snow on the mountain, but there were Huamei Palaces dotted with red walls and black tiles.

The highest palaces, crowned with gold hijabs.

Standing on top and looking at the mountains and rivers, you must have the feeling of looking down on the world and the insignificance of all beings, right?

That was the feeling that the Empress of Yasukuni back then and the current King Wei could feel.

Standing on the main street, watching the people coming and going, listening to the traffic, Qu Yunhe took a deep breath and muttered, "I'm back." ”

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years later, he finally stood in this capital, this land.

His voice was so low that he could almost only hear it, but Yan Saburo still saw a clue from the affection in his eyes. The planning of the capital city of Yasukuni is very complete, and it was not destroyed in the war, so Shengyi almost inherited the original version of Jingdu, except for minor repairs and minor repairs, no major changes have been made.

Even the long street under the feet of a few people, Quyun River has walked many times a hundred years ago.

Feeling timid, the corners of his eyes turned suspiciously red.

He Xiaoyuan turned his head to look at it and said suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Qu Yunhe's strange appearance was fleeting, and he rubbed his eyes, "There is sand." ”

"Find a place to stay first. ”

They first went to the inn for a night's stay. When he got up the next morning, He Xiaoyuan was gone.

Yan Saburo was not in a hurry, and went out shopping with the white cat on his back.

Excluding merchants and migrant workers, Shengyi has a permanent population of more than 900,000 and is the largest city in the country. Even though the country was at war on both sides, the shadow of war did not loom over the city.

The people live and work in peace and contentment, and commerce and trade are prosperous. Yan Saburo walked in it, as if he had returned to Cloud City.

He stroked the white cat looking around: "There is a world of difference between what you see here and what you see along the way. ”

The prosperity of Shengyi, compared with the dilapidated depression he has seen along the way, seems to be two patriotic countries.

"This is the capital city that gathers the strength of the whole country, can other places compare to it?" the white cat looked at the palace on the mountain, "Only one palace can feed countless people. ”

The people who live in the palace also have to eat, drink, and Lazar, and there are countless people in Shengyi who serve the huge needs of Tianyao Palace and rely on it to eat.

She said lazily: "A hundred years ago, the capital of Yasukuni was several times more prosperous than it is now, but unfortunately you have never seen it in person." ”

Yan Saburo snorted, yes, it's a pity.

It was cold, so he first bought a hot fried chestnut with sugar and peeled it as he walked. The chestnuts were sweet and soft, but unfortunately he only ate three or five, and the rest were snatched away by the cat.

"Cats aren't meaty?" Yan Saburo had been suspicious for a long time, "How can you eat everything?"

"I'd love to. The white cat squinted. Although it can't taste sweet, it still loves to eat chestnuts.

The two walked and strolled, getting closer and closer to the palace.

In the end, Yan Saburo found the most magnificent restaurant outside the Nangong Gate, walked in and asked for a few side dishes, as well as the restaurant's signature wine, which is said to be made with plums from last spring and summer.

The wine is crisp in colour and aromatic.

The white cat jumped out of the bookcase, sniffed and knew that the degree was not low, and immediately cast a malicious gaze: "Hey, you can also drink this thing?"

The stinky boy has been drinking water and tea obediently in Chunshenju, at most two cups of sherbet, how dare he order wine now?

"I'm twelve. ”

"When? How come I don't know?" she didn't seem to know about this guy's birthday.

"It's twelve. Yan Saburo emphasized again, only then poured a full glass, held it under his nose and circled it lightly twice, so that he could get used to the smell of alcohol, and then took a small sip.

He didn't forget the embarrassment of drinking for the first time in Shi Xinglan's restaurant three years ago.

"Hahaha!" the white cat almost rolled with laughter, "Are you drinking or taking poison?"

The wine entered the throat, and the plum fragrance couldn't cover the spiciness.

Yan Saburo frowned, and finally swallowed.

The wine is not good, why do the Thetras call it "fine wine"?

He took two more sips, and Chitose smiled: "It's not interesting for you to drink like this, you have to drink it all to know the subtleties!"

Yan Saburo looked at her suspiciously, but he also raised his glass and drank it dry. He'd seen Chitose drink more than once, and it seemed that he had indeed leaned his neck to kill him.

Hot!

The spicy spicy stuff rolled down from the throat and then rushed back into the throat in an instant, blooming everywhere in the mouth.

Yan Saburo had to clench his teeth so that he didn't breathe fire out, but his face was swollen and red.

"How?" the cat moved its ears, "but what else does it take to you?"

There was a smile in her voice, so Yan Saburo knew that she was in her way again.

"It's ok. "I don't care if I lose a lot. He steadied his voice, poured himself another glass, and drank it unhurriedly when the spiciness subsided.

It's much better. The cold drink fell on the stomach, and soon turned into a warm well-being. After drinking two glasses, he was a little dizzy, and I don't know if it was because of the numbness in his mouth, the wine seemed to become less unpleasant.

But he can't get drunk right now.

Yan Saburo used his real power and immediately drove away the wine, but his face was still red.

There are people here who come and go, stop and go, and some people drink high at noon, and start to discuss current affairs.