One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 32 In those three years, I asked myself personally, and the empress carried the coffin to go on an expedition [Thanks to the leader of Rabbit Xiaocheng]

Golden Palace.

The atmosphere was so oppressive and dead silent.

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

In the doomsday wars where the mountains and rivers are collapsing, they live in temples and eat vegetarian food in their corpses. In a corner almost forgotten by the people of Shenzhou, a group of unknown martyrs have always defended the soul of the vast China.

If it hadn't been for the sudden surge of national fortune in the past few decades, and the death of Gao Chaoen in the Western Regions, they would have even questioned whether that man was real.

They could hear Gu Chang'an falling madly in pain and despair, and his soul wandering in a lonely land. They deeply knew that it was not an omnipotent god, but a body of flesh and blood!
It is precisely because it is a human being that it will bring unparalleled shock and cause the whole hall to weep and mourn.

The devil monster in the mouth of the barbarians 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 away the tears, looked at the rice paper and suddenly smiled:
"Actually, Gu Chang'an was very naughty when he was a child. He often played tricks on the white-headed old soldiers on the city walls. One day, Mrs. Guo hung him on the tower and whipped him. That day, all the old soldiers in the city made fun of Chang'an's buttocks."

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

While the civil and military officials were mourning, they couldn't help laughing.

"For example, when he was 13 years old, he faced hundreds of barbarians by himself. He was covered by barbarian corpses, and the white-haired old man turned pale with fright. He dug and dug, and suddenly a middle finger came up. Chang'an laughed out loud and deceived you. Bar."

"..."

"At the age of 20, Chang'an said that the flowers are passed on from Jiegu. Now that the flowers are in his hands, it feels great to own them alone. He also said that the city of Kucha is sunny and quiet."

A hoarse voice sounded in the hall.

Pei Jingshu read without being suffocated, but tears welled up in her eyes again.

The more bland or even relaxed the words, the more tortured her heart was!
She seemed to have witnessed the growth of a man in a trance.

It was too early to be sensible when he was young, and he tried every means to make the old man happy.

When he was a teenager, he was full of spirits and wanted to learn from Chen Qingzhi in the Southern Dynasty. He rushed to the enemy army without hesitation, but his relatives passed away one after another.

The most painful thing in the world is parting from life to death, and a child who grew up eating a lot of food experiences this thing every day. How cruel is it for him?

"Stop reading..."

Suddenly, the queen's sobbing voice came from the throne.

She is afraid of entering the world of despair for the next three years, her spirit cannot be muddled, and she wants to face the Western Regions War in the best condition!
"Sorry, I don't even have the courage to listen."

"When I get you back, when I get back the ashes of Anxi's heroic soul, and when the Central Plains defeats the barbarians in the Western Regions, I will be qualified to listen to you on behalf of the common people."

The Empress murmured to herself.

The officials were exhausted physically and mentally, 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 "stop reading", he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Yes, he also has no courage.

The massacre of thousands of troops by one person is enough to make the people of China boil with enthusiasm, and the heroic epic of holding the sky with one arm in the dark is also enough to awaken the crumbling spiritual beliefs of the Central Plains.

Gu Changan gave everything, not to make the world think he is miserable, but to cheer up the nation!Raise your head and look directly at the smoldering barbarians! !

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

Let the common people and Li Shu understand how hard-won this victory is. That man has already tasted all the sufferings 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 read the written records about three years.

"Your Majesty, Li Lian said that there are compartments for letter paper." She walked from Danchi to the throne.

"You copy it first, and then wash it with ink." The empress said in a hoarse voice.

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

After a moment of silence, he walked to the side of the imperial case, stooped to hold a pen, and copied the contents of the letter.

She saw that when Gu Chang'an was most desperate, there were despicable surrenders dancing for the barbarians, right at the place where Anxi's heroic soul had stood firm for 63 years.

There has never been such a moment when Pei Jingshu feels that holding a pen is a kind of soul torment, which makes her want to die! !
Looking at Jingshu, who was full of tears and trembling all over, the Empress' eyes were sore, she knew that it was the most tragic three years in the history of Huanghuangqing.

The Golden Luan Hall was as dead as a tomb, there was not a single sound, only Pei Daizhao was crying uncontrollably.

Liu Shang clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. He has been praying for Chang'an to live, but what is the price of living?
"Okay." Pei Jingshu's eyes were red and swollen, and she took out the tissue paper from the compartment.

On it are densely packed names squeezed into a pile.

"Guo Xin, Chief Protector, native of Huazhou, killed 71 people, died in battle and martyred his country."

"Cheng Mazi, whose ancestral home was in Yangzhou, killed 29, was captured and refused to surrender, and died of torture."

"Gu Min, whose ancestral home is Chang'an, killed Man Jiu, died in battle and martyred his country."

"..."

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

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

But there was silence in the hall.

After more than 60 years, and 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's heroic souls are not only from Datang, they come from all over Shenzhou.

"Spread the list all over the land of China, and Liu Shang will be responsible for coordinating the identification. It will neither teach Qingshi Wuhen nor chill the hearts of Anxi's descendants."

Xu Ting suggested.

"Okay." The empress nodded lightly, as if she hadn't adjusted her emotions, and her mind was full of a lonely person guarding the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

She stood up from the throne, her pale cheeks gradually cleared, and her voice was slow and firm:
"The Central Plains has struggled for decades in the dark history of internal and external troubles, and today Anxi's heroic soul is shining with brilliance."

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

"Dawn will lead the Central Plains out of the darkness, and the torches of resistance must be lit all over the land of Shenzhou!"

"I will carry the coffin to the battle, either win or die!"

The Golden Temple was dead silent.

When the Ninth Five-Year Supreme said the four words "carrying the coffin and going out to fight", the shock went straight to the heart, and the officials were terrified.

Xu Ting's deep-set eye sockets could not conceal the look of horror. The emperor said a word, let alone the most solemn palace, and it was irreversible to say it.

Carry the coffin out!
"I implore Your Majesty to remember the country." A purple-robed official came out tremblingly, admonishing with mournful voices.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the dozen or so emperors of Li and Tang were undoubtedly the most outstanding emperors in the world. They must not be easily involved in danger. The Western Regions will surely usher in the wrath of the barbarians.

"The government affairs hall drafted an edict, and it will be announced to the world immediately!" The empress said firmly.

The purple-robed official hesitated to speak, and finally retreated to the queue.

All the officials were silent, and no one refuted the holy will.

At the beginning, it was just a premonition that His Majesty wanted to send [-] elites. Now that it is confirmed that there is still the territory of the Tang Dynasty, there is a legendary hero who is astonishing in the past. How can there be any reason to hesitate?

Not to mention.

The unprecedented epic legend awakened their long-silent bloodliness.

Dare to rush to the thousands of troops alone, how can there be any reason to be afraid of barbarians in the vast China?
Having been oppressed by barbarians for decades, it's time for the Central Plains to fight back!

Liu Shang once again had tears in his eyes, and Anxi Yinghun was waiting for this moment. Although it was 63 years late, it was good as long as he went.

The scene that he often imagined in his dreams will also appear in the future. The Central Plains' millions of troops marched to the Western Regions, looked at the bloody city, and said loudly:
"go home!"

That's when no matter how much suffering you've been through, it will make sense.

Zhe Lansu's staff, who had been neglected all this time, were terrified. The timing of the Lord's surrender was not right. The [-] elites who survived repeatedly at the expense of self-destruction, were afraid that they would take the lead in the charge in the Western Regions.

"How?" The Empress suddenly looked at him.

The staff bit the bullet and said "yes".

This is the treatment of surrender. If you lose the battle, the Lord will definitely be crucified on the pillar of shame and become the laughing stock of future generations.

In the collision between the two civilizations, the Central Plains has very little chance of winning, and even the barbarian empire is eager to complete their achievements in one battle.

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

At least in the Tang Dynasty, after hearing about Gu Changan's deeds, the court burst into tears, and the empress even announced that she would carry the coffin to go to war, which shows that the spiritual will is firm and unshakable.

"The foreign minister will retire." Xu Ting finished his mission and left the Golden Luan Hall calmly. After walking a few steps, he stopped and said softly:
"Today is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and you should be the first to step into the city of Kucha, and you will receive the ashes of Chang'an and Anxi's heroic souls."

After finishing speaking, he calmly walked out of the hall, and the dim sunset glow leaned towards his face. Before he knew it, most of the day had passed, and his ups and downs of emotions gradually calmed down.

The empress was in a trance, she suddenly thought, what should she say when she sees Gu Changan?
Thank you for your hard work, or am I sorry for you?

It seems that all words are feeble.

The civil and military officials were silent.

Suddenly, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, I suggest not to accept Gu Chang'an, he has lost his mind." A refined scholar-bureaucrat said cautiously.

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

Once such an uncontrollable devil starts killing, the Central Plains will be devastated and devastated!
As a scholar-bureaucrat who worries about the country and the people, he should plan ahead.

The ministers were dizzy, not from fear, but from sorrow.

A hero who gave everything for the Central Plains nation has not returned home, and has not received any glory and applause, some self-righteous moths began to question, it seems that destroying a hero is something to be proud of.

Sensing the icy atmosphere in the hall, the elegant official was panicked, and added:
"The minister feels that the crowning of Gu Chang'an as king will allow him to continue to stick to the territory."

Heroes are just tools of power, and they should be framed high.

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

When does Chang'an need a reward? He is for the entire Chinese nation, but if the Central Plains ruthlessly abandons him, it will completely destroy Chang'an's soul!

"Slash!"

An extremely cold voice came from the throne.

Before the elegant officials begged for mercy, the extremely angry Imperial Forest Army rushed into the Golden Luan Hall, set it up and dragged it out.

"He is crazy for the country, how could he harm the common people in the Central Plains?" The prime minister was filled with righteous indignation, wishing he could bite off a piece of flesh and blood from this dog with his own hands.

That's it, the Central Plains is torn apart, civilization is about to sink and perish, and some people are still showing off their so-called power tricks! !
When the torrent of blood swept over, he transformed into a loyal running dog of the barbarians.

The staff secretly spat, it is no wonder that the Central Plains has been reduced to this point, I am afraid there are still many weak factions hidden.

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

The female emperor's killing intent remained undiminished, she looked around the court coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"Listen clearly, if I carry the coffin to go to war, I will either die in the Western Regions, or bring Gu Chang'an back in a dignified way."

"Retreat!"

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

Gu Changan, this name will be heard throughout the north and south of the river, and his miraculous war history will make the world boil!
……

At three o'clock in the unitary hour, a tavern in Chang'an City, the old officials of Yushitai from the next dynasty came straight to it.

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

The gray-haired shopkeeper gave an "um" and handed the eggs to him after peeling them.

"There is news about your father." The old minister said excitedly.

The shopkeeper's arms froze, and he accidentally knocked over the wine jug on the table. He wiped the wine stains with a blank expression.

Seeing his friend's face turned red, he didn't seem to be joking. He pointed to the dense spots on the back of his hand and joked:
"I'm eighty years old, and my father has been waiting for me in the underworld for decades."

"Zi Jin!" The veteran said loudly:
"Datang still has a piece of territory in the Western Regions, and it hasn't been lost in 63 years. The list of Anxi's heroic souls has come back, and it is posted in the imperial city. I am fortunate to see your father's name."

After a short pause, he sighed:
"Du Lin, whose ancestral home is Xiangyang, killed three barbarians, and committed suicide for the country."

The shopkeeper suddenly lowered his head to drink, the glass was empty and he was still sipping. He was silent for a long time, and said indifferently:
"Maybe it's the same name, the same surname, the same place."

The old minister stroked his rickety back, his old eyes were full of tears:

"You once told me that your father left without saying goodbye 64 years ago!"

With this caress, the shopkeeper burst into tears, and wiped away his tears with the corner of his sleeve.

"Zijin, you have misunderstood your father for 64 years..." The old minister was overwhelmed with grief, then quietly left the tavern and closed the door.

The rickety old man couldn't help trembling, the news was like a sharp dagger piercing his heart and soul, and dusty memories flooded in.

He walked into the inner room in a daze, and took out a spirit card entwined with cobwebs from the corner of the drawer.

[First examine Du Gong's taboo on the spirit of Linfu Lord. 】

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

He thought of the distant 64 years ago, when his parents divorced, he voluntarily followed his mother, and the hometown of Zhuyuan was the last time the father and son met.

"Father, my grandfather is Du Fu, who is astonishing in poetry, my uncle is full of economics, my second uncle writes national policies, my fourth uncle hangs pots to help the world, and my father is the only one who fights chickens and dogs!"

The young man cursed bitterly.

Father frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice:

"Born between heaven and earth, a man should enjoy himself in time. The way of heaven is unkind and corrupt, so what does it have to do with your father?"

"Before he died, my grandfather scolded you for being useless, and my mother left you. If you want me to say, it's shameful to have a father like you!"

The boy left angrily after speaking.

He remembered that it was a snowy winter, and later he heard the old servant mention by chance that his father stood in the 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, saying:
"If I hadn't scolded you, you wouldn't have gone to prove yourself to be a strong father, and you wouldn't have died in the Western Regions."

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

The body of the dying old man twitched. He had done nothing in his life, but he always hated a father who died fighting for his country.

(End of this chapter)