One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 33 Shenzhou is full of excitement, thousands of people roar, unprecedented cohesion [League Leader Plus Update]

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

The sky was clear and bright, and the golden sunlight bathed the entire city of Chang'an.

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

Yes, as quiet as an empty mountain and valley.

The tea house, which had been doing poor business before today, is now overcrowded, and the rangers with nimble hands and feet even climbed on the top of the locust tree outside.

And the storyteller, who was all the attention, had tears in his eyes. He was excited about the prosperous life he was about to usher in, and he also felt sad for the man a hundred thousand miles away.

boom!
Xingmu patted the table, and the storyteller waved the folding fan, and said in cadence:

"In a lonely city thousands of miles away, with white-haired soldiers, 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 common people held their breaths. They couldn't understand the notices of the imperial city, so they could only come to listen to the books.

"The Central Plains was defeated, the Hexi Corridor was lost, Mobei was lost, and the spirit of our Shenzhou flickered."

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

"The white-headed old soldier's heavy armor has already been broken, and the Mo Dao has gaps, what should we do?"

"kill!"

"I would rather shed the last drop of blood than beg for surrender from the barbarians. This is the backbone of China!"

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

"A total of 2 soldiers died heroically for the country."

"Until yesterday, we didn't know that there was such an army of heroic souls who swore to defend the territory!"

"A scholar spent three years climbing to the Yumen Pass. His tongue was cut off by barbarians, and his fingers were cut off by barbarians. He was a slave, he jumped over a cesspit, he pretended to be a dead body..."

"But he crawled back!!"

"He used his hands to uncover the dusty 63 years. Anxi's spirit was not buried in the yellow sand. He created a miracle with his mortal body!"

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

The sound was like rolling thunder, and the shock continued.

The faces of the people were flushed, and the blood was flowing at an incredible speed.

nice!

"I hate the princes of the court, I hate those emperors who are obsessed with beauty, if they send reinforcements, how can the territory be lost? How can the heroes of Anxi bury the barbarian country?"

A businessman who looked a bit knowledgeable, shed two lines of tears in grief at this moment.

The storyteller patted Xingmu again, shook his head and said:
"The territory is not lost."

Did you lose it?

The tea guests looked at each other in blank dismay, didn't you say that all died heroically?

The storyteller laughed and said nothing, making a fool of himself.

But the spectators all over the building were indifferent. Since you want to whet your appetite, you can change to another one.

"There is one more person in the city."

"His name is Gu Chang'an!"

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

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

Thinking it was a reward, the emotions of the spectators were mobilized. How could they be stingy at this time, and strings of money and silver were thrown into the box one after another.

"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 was sonorous and powerful, and his expression gradually became excited.

The teahouse was silent, and the people were short of breath. Although they didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, they also understood a simple truth.

What have you done to deserve such a great evaluation?

"Three thousand barbarians attack the city, the territory is about to be overthrown, and only Gu Chang'an is at the head of the city."

"one person!"

"A sword!"

"A flag fluttering in the wind!"

"He didn't defend the city, he stepped out of the isolated city and killed the barbarian army!"

"At that moment, one man raised his arms and ten thousand men were heroes, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger!"

The storyteller stopped abruptly.

"And then?" The people's heart stopped suddenly, and their voices trembled.

"His body is already riddled with holes, and his blood has already stained his white robe red!"

"But he never stopped swinging his sword, killing until the world trembled, and there was only one person standing majestically on the battlefield."

"The world was quiet, and he sat back on the top of the city again, as if it was another ordinary day, but there were three thousand more dirty corpses outside the city."

The storyteller yelled excitedly, held his Xingmu tightly and knocked on the desk:

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

"A person is an army!"

The entire building was dead silent, and the tea drinkers had terrified expressions and dull eyes.

They seemed to have been acupunctured, their bodies remained motionless, immersed in an unprecedented shock.

Killing three thousand barbarians by one person?
How brave and peerless!

That is the hero we look forward to, stand upright!
"absurd……"

The swordsman in the corner got up and smiled, feeling bored, and said in a low voice before leaving:

"Didn't you ever think that the imperial court was keen to create gods, killing three thousand barbarians by one person, and living in a dream?"

"Don't insult Anxi's heroic soul. They are truly martyrs worth remembering. The things in the world are most afraid of being mixed with water. If there is too much water, the breath will dissipate."

He is in the fourth stage, and he knows that when manpower is exhausted, let alone three thousand for a pair, even if it is three hundred, he will be exhausted to death.

Unless you are a half-step saint, who can guarantee that you can kill three thousand elites with one effort?

When the common people heard the words, the enthusiasm gradually subsided, and a sense of loss inevitably surged in their hearts.

At that moment, their eyes were filled with tears. In fact, their wish was very simple. A hero who dared to stand up to the barbarians came out of the Central Plains.

Don't lie and deceive us!
"Young master doubts, it's human nature." The storyteller calmly took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said lightly:

"Please go to the holy city and see how the barbarians are frightened and furious!"

"Really?" The swordsman was dubious.

"Yesterday at three o'clock in the afternoon, the pilgrimage tower in the holy city was devastated, and the barbarian people urinated on it to vent their anger, because the barbarian country suffered unprecedented humiliation!"

"A name is well-known in the Holy City, and his name is—"

"Gu Chang'an!"

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

To eat this bowl of rice, the most important thing is the news channel.

The center probably received it just now, but he received a letter from Fei Ge from his friend in Sichuan at midnight, and the land of Sichuan was boiling!
The swordsman's eyes froze, he opened his mouth, and sat down again.

"Did you lie to me?" Some people looked nervous and begged faintly.

"I don't want to be a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats."

The storyteller shook his folding fan with indescribable confidence.

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

boom!
The people all over the building suddenly stood up and shook their fists fiercely. They regained their long-lost self-confidence!

For decades, there has never been such an exciting moment!
Immediately, the gold beans and silver coins were thrown into the "merit box". Most of them were rewarded by rich merchants, but the common people were not stingy, and their copper coins were all emptied.

The storyteller raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling to restrain his emotions, and then said unhurriedly:

"Is it possible to defend the isolated city by killing only three thousand?"

"That city is the spirit of the Central Plains and the dignity of the barbarians. They will definitely eradicate it!"

"Following the [-] elites, there are warriors in the Grand Master realm."

"There is no return, it is nothing more than a few more corpses under the sword, has Gu Changan ever been afraid?"

Listening to the non-painful description, the tea guest became anxious and urged:
"The process!!"

The massacre of [-] barbarian dogs just now has already made their hearts surge, although they know that this is far from Gu Yingxiong's limit.

The storyteller took the roast duck from his apprentice and ate it without seeing it, "Four thousand barbaric dogs, how can I describe it?"

The corners of the mouths of countless people present twitched, they were all alone!

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

Gu Chang'an fought a shocking battle, but he can also stand shoulder to shoulder with the heroes of history, why is it not worth mentioning to you?

The storyteller ate comfortably, burped in satisfaction, wiped off the oil from his mouth with a large sleeve, and continued to wake up and pat the table:

"Because the subsequent battle is the most terrifying will of this man."

"The barbarians dispatched 1 elites, three great masters, and the best weapons in the holy city!"

"How powerful is this weapon? It is the main reason for the disastrous defeat of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms!"

After the words fell, everyone was terrified.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible!" The swordsman was dumbfounded, as if he was listening to a Romance drama, which was outrageously exaggerated.

Even a saint can't do it!

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

"It is said that this battle has become a nightmare that they don't want to recall in their lives, and the staff is even more blunt."

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

"The high-ranking official from the third rank was joking in private. If Gu Chang'an was a citizen of a barbarian country, he would be willing to be a servant!"

The storyteller was filled with emotion, and said in a deep voice:
"There is always only one thing that wins the admiration of the enemy, the fist!"

After a while, he said hoarsely:
"In that battle, Gu Chang'an almost fell down."

"Which of you would like to open a gap in your own arm and then sprinkle salt?"

In an instant, the burly martial artist cut his arm with a dagger expressionlessly, and blood gushed out immediately.

When he sprinkled the salt on it, he felt a heart-piercing scream. He gritted his teeth and endured it, but still let out a mournful cry.

"Where's you?" The storyteller looked at the broken-mouthed swordsman.

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, and opened a wound, also trembling with pain.

The common people were shocked, and the wounds were sprinkled with salt, and the pain multiplied by more than ten times!
The storyteller's expression gradually mourned, and his voice became less passionate, moving his lips lightly:

"Gu Chang'an fell down, with thousands of wounds all over his body. The barbarians threw three carts of refined salt at him."

The atmosphere was almost frozen.

The chests of the common people rose and fell violently, and the eye sockets were moist. This is a death penalty that is more cruel than hacking into pieces!

The swordsman was in a daze, he couldn't even imagine what kind of horrible torture it was.

"Gu Chang'an is dying, he really wants to faint, but..." The storyteller choked up his sobs for the first time, and said sadly:

"But what about the territory?"

"He has fallen, who can defend the city?"

"Why do you have to guard..." Some people muttered to themselves, wouldn't it be fine to leave.

The swordsman was silent, stood up and retorted:
"This is the difference between ordinary people and unrivaled heroes!"

"The lonely city is not just a piece of land, but also a torch in the dark and desperate situation. It has been standing for 60 years and cannot be lost!"

"Just like the land of Shenzhou, which is stubbornly resisting the invasion of barbarians, certain things must be persisted to the end!"

The storyteller showed appreciation in his eyes, and then followed the conversation:
"An era, a nation, after all, some people need to stand up without hesitation, just stand there quietly, never retreating a step!"

"As for Gu Chang'an, at the moment when he was about to faint, he held the peach tree by his hand, and a bloody man with bones and bones stuck in his body slowly stood up."

"At that moment, more than 1 barbarians were shocked and frightened by the terrifying willpower."

"What's this called?"

A scholar's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he waved his arms and shouted:
"Although there are thousands of people, I will go!"

The storyteller was full of passion and roared:
"What is Gu Changan going to do?!"

Wufu clenched his teeth and said hysterically:

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

The atmosphere in the teahouse reached a climax, and countless people glared, as if they were also participating in the battlefield of gold and iron horses.

"Kill! Gu Chang'an rushed out with a sword, and that sword took away nine hundred wild dogs. He fought to the point of madness, and the smell of blood awakened an ancient ferocious beast. The more he killed, the more terrifying he became!"

The storyteller's eyes were scarlet, and he said loudly:
"Killed all night, killed until the barbarian sanctioning officer ran away with his life, killed until the barbarians knelt down and begged for mercy, killed until the isolated city rained blood for three hours!"

"Flying the banner and expanding the territory, what kind of scene is it that shocks the past and the present? One man and one sword slaughtered thousands of troops, expanding the territory of Shenzhou for twenty miles!"

"The fate of the country is soaring, the Central Plains is terrified, the portrait is spread all over the world, but no one knows it is him!"

The hearts of countless people in the teahouse were about to burst, and the excitement couldn't be described in words!
The storyteller gradually suppressed his emotions, and his voice was calm:
"He never left the lonely city all his life, and he never set foot in the Central Plains."

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

"But he is willing to give his all for us and bear thousands of scars."

"The barbarians call him the head of a monster, but the old man thinks."

"This man is gentle and powerful!"

After the words were finished, the tea guest nodded vigorously, so excited that he lost his voice, and could only express his emotions with movements.

"How did he do it?" The swordsman still had doubts. The battle was too absurd and bizarre, and it was difficult to justify it with strength.

"Listen clearly!"

"Gu Chang'an is the only existence in history who broke away from the way of heaven and created his own heaven and earth mechanism!"

The storyteller and You Rongyan did not hide the pride on their expressions.

The swordsman's pupils shrank suddenly, the hinterland of the Western Regions didn't seem to be baptized by spiritual energy...

The storyteller stared at him and said word by word:
"The barbarian abyss is favored by the gods, and Chang'an is struggling in desperation alone!"

"So what?"

"Just like our ancestors, Shen Nong tasted all kinds of herbs and Yu Shun worked hard. To create a splendid Chinese civilization, you have to rely on your own hands."

"Gu Chang'an was born to kill, and will go against the sky in the kill!"

He accumulated emotions to a certain extent, and suddenly left the desk, looking around everyone:

"In an era when mountains and rivers are broken and people are dying, he used his own power to let us know that the power of persistence is endless!"

"So far, he has been watching the city alone, day after day, silently."

"But we clearly heard the cries of tigers and dragons from the Western Regions, which shocked me all over the Central Plains!!"

There was a long dead silence, and the huge teahouse was silent.

The blue veins on the foreheads of the common people burst out one by one, which is an expression of extreme excitement.

The imperial court officials in the corner couldn't help but feel excited. Even though he had experienced the court meeting yesterday, he could listen to it thousands of times, and he was still the same as before.

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

But no matter how good the skills and emotions are, they all need the support of stories, and the reason why the people present can be moved to tears is because Gu Changan's life is too legendary.

"He is a god!" You Wufu was passionate.

"No." The storyteller sat back in his seat, saddened:
"He's gone crazy."

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

The storyteller didn't wake up and patted the table again, his voice was low and weak:
"Who would want to be a lunatic?"

"Perhaps Gu Chang'an is the strongest when he is crazy. He tortured himself just to keep 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 warmth..."

People unknowingly dripped tears down their lapels, like a knife stabbed in the heart.

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

But he is also a body of flesh and blood, he will also suffer from pain and fatigue, which makes it even more grand and heavy for what he has done!
"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 regained its former courage and strength, vowing to blow the horn of attack in the Western Regions and defeat the arrogance of the barbarians!"

The swordsman nodded, and couldn't help but said: "If that day really comes, what should we say to Gu Chang'an?"

The storyteller was silent for a while, then said softly:
"Chang'an, hello."

"When he sees Chang'an City, he should also respond with a smile: Chang'an, hello."

The officials watching raised their glasses and wished sincerely:
"We hope that he will go through hardships and come back as a teenager."

The box was full of silver and money, and all the audience spontaneously gave rewards, and then left the teahouse silently. Only one person can slowly taste the shock in his heart.

Outside the teahouse, the streets are filled with the sound of vendors hawking. Neighbors are drinking tea and chatting, walking birds and shopping, it seems that there is no difference from the fireworks in the usual market.

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

These may be the eight words that the hero in the lonely city endures all the sufferings, just for the pursuit——

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

"Donate the money to the Armed Forces Division." The storyteller said freely.

"Why?" The apprentice was horrified.

It's already been comparable to six years' income after one fight, isn't the master hysterical, don't you want to marry two concubines again?

"The imperial court builds more armors and kills more wild dogs!" The storyteller's tone could not be refuted.

The apprentice was depressed, and kept his mouth shut.

"Pattern!" The storyteller kicked his ass, with a reserved look in his eyes:

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

"You have traveled all over the world with your teacher, and you are not too young, so you should find a daughter from a good family."

"Donate! Just donate!" The apprentice was full of embarrassment.

……

Chu country.

Jinling Academy.

"Your Highness, you once asked me if I regretted the 13-year divination, but now I can say it openly and squarely: I don't regret it!"

Li Ping, who was dressed in a black Taoist robe, spoke in a calm tone.

"You have become famous with your hexagrams!" Princess Chu slightly opened her red lips, "In the Western Regions shrouded by heavenly secrets, you have accurately peeked at Gu Chang'an's appearance, just a little bit."

Li Ping fell silent with guilt, if he broke through a small gap, Gu Chang'an would not have to suffer so much.

It is said that in the Golden Temple, the Empress could not bear to hear about it, and Pei Daizhao burst into tears when she wrote it. How cruel it was to persevere for three years.

The sentence "I didn't run around, I was obediently guarding the house", even her elderly grandmother heard tears in her eyes.

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

"The land of Shenzhou has lived up to Gu Chang'an's efforts. The torch held high has already turned into a prairie fire. Xishu issued an edict, and the power of the whole country went to the Western Regions. Youyan followed closely, and the white horse and cavalry were waiting for Yanmen Pass..."

"And my country of Chu has more than a large army, and half of the students from the academy have gone to the Western Regions."

"Because of him, he awakened the long-sleeping national spirit in the land of Shenzhou, and rekindled the fighting spirit of the common people. This is already a feat that will shine through the ages!"

Li Ping clicked his delicate chin, and then looked down at the Academy Square, where he was wearing a dark blue gown.

The gray-haired master stood upright in the air, and glanced at each vigorous face, showing 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. Don't let Confucianism miss this life, saying that Jinling Academy is the most serious disaster for Confucianism."

"You are very angry, and the old man is also angry, but he is speechless when he is angry. In the decades since the Anshi Rebellion, no academy student has died for the country on the battlefield."

The grand and serious voice resounded in the square.

The scholar clenched his fists and dropped them weakly. What the Beiren said was the truth, and the truth was the most difficult to tell.

The Master had no expression on his face, and said in a calm manner:

"You have been at ease for too long."

"It's just in troubled times, you have to tell the world on the battlefield that a scholar can repair the cracks in the sky with one hand!"

"I hope that someone like you can make an independent biography in Huanghuang Qingshi, and future generations will read the biographies and respectfully say that the sages have strengthened me in Shenzhou Huaxia!"

The breeze from the south of the Yangtze River blows catkins, flowers and plants, and caresses every student in the academy. Everyone roared with great righteousness:
"Reading the books of sages and sages, what have you learned, now and from now on, you have nothing to be ashamed of!"

Countless air masses gushed out from the sky and the earth, and slowly gathered together to form a majestic and turbulent fuzzy river, just like that across the sky above the square.

Defending the family and the country, not bloodthirsty, not destroying benevolence and morality!
It's like Gu Chang'an who guards an isolated city alone. Although the barbarians call him a madman, everyone in the Central Plains knows that he interprets the true national spirit!

Rolling down the Yangtze River, the black-robed monster sank thirty feet to the bottom, with a fish-tailed body and a golden mask, revealing only two purple lips soaked in river water.

"Even the tomb guard is full of blood." He whispered softly.

The master of the academy is called the gravekeeper of the old world by the holy city. He has spent his whole life trying to preserve the inheritance of Chinese culture, for fear of being destroyed and burned by the empire.

This also indirectly means that Master is afraid of the power of the empire!
But today, the mighty river above the academy was the first time in history.

"Your Majesty, you are such a waste!!" The black-robed monster snorted coldly.

It is an unprecedented shame for the empire that the territory of thousands of miles can tolerate a Han slave sticking to it until now, and it faintly shakes the trust of the people of the empire in the Tuoba royal family.

The empire is a history of aggression. In just 2000 years, from the border tribes to a territory of [-] million miles, the people come from the south, east and north, and their cultures, customs and beliefs are all different.

Because of this, the foundation of rule is strong, and only by being strong can the internal separatist forces that are about to move can be suppressed, and the conflicts between races can be eased.

But the sudden one person, one city, Gu Chang'an, brought a heavy blow to the empire and shook the invincible spirit of the empire that the Holy City has always promoted.

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

"It's hard to muster up the courage to fight head-on. Once you lose, your anger will completely collapse!"

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

The purpose of this submerged training here is to suppress the awe-inspiring righteousness. The melee power of the awe-inspiring righteousness is not worth mentioning, but the auxiliary army is extremely powerful.

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

Passing by Jinling Academy, the man in black robe smiled and said in a voice like Hong Zhong:

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

Facing the provocation, the master's eyes were calm, and he said calmly:
"See you on the battlefield."

……

Soochow.

Royal study.

The old emperor sat on the dragon chair, with a deep expression, difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

"Your Majesty, except for us, all the six countries have drafted an imperial edict, so it's just a matter of calling for the thieves."

Several important officials stood by and reported seriously.

"Ridiculous!" Emperor Wu flicked his robe sleeves angrily, without concealing the yin and yang in his tone:

"Youyan borders the barbarian country Mobei, they must send troops to severely damage the barbarian country!"

"Not to mention Beiliang, which is adjacent to Mobei and the Western Regions!"

"Zhao State is close to the Hexi Corridor of the barbarians. Is there any reason not to fight?"

"Western Shu is in danger and urgently needs reinforcements to ease the pressure of destroying the country. It's normal for them to put all their eggs in one basket!"

"Although Datang is located in Guanzhong, Gu Chang'an is from Tang Dynasty. Such an astonishing and lonely loyalty, the female emperor's personal conquest is the morality."

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

"What about Chu?" The prime minister tried to be calm.

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

All the ministers understood, but no one expressed their opinion, let alone taking the blame.

The six countries are going to fight, but Soochow escapes, no matter how I think about it, I feel extremely humiliated.

The water that capsizes the boat is the tears of the common people, you don't know if you don't reach the cross flow!
If you don't unite and gather your will, and wait for the barbarians to defeat them one by one, you should massacre the people of Soochow. The barbarians have formulated a policy of genocide.

Seeing that the courtiers were pretending to be confused, Emperor Wu closed his eyes and remained silent. He was not ignorant of the general situation. It is true that Soochow was the weakest in strength and could not afford to lose it.

In the lengthy silence, Emperor Wu was finally forced to express his opinion, and said in a deep voice:
"As much as Chu sends troops, Soochow sends [-]%, this is my bottom line!"

All the ministers looked at each other in blank dismay, and went to leave.

Back then, His Majesty was determined to forge ahead, but now he is so cowardly, the emperor cannot escape the fate of being old and fatuous. The lessons learned by Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty have not yet learned the lesson.

"Chen Gong, what did the emperor say?" A middle-aged man in a python robe hurried over.

"His Royal Highness, your majesty's willingness to send troops depends on the state of Chu, with [-]% of its strength as the bottom line." The prime minister said concisely.

The prince's expression froze, he hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.

Sending troops is better than watching from the sidelines, but you will be ridiculed by the people all over the world if you are perfunctory. Fighting barbarians is not a matter of one family and one country, but involves the entire Chinese nation!
He suddenly had an idea:
"Is there a 30-year-old prince in the world?"

If he ascends the throne himself, he will definitely not lose the prestige of Jiangdong's disciples, and he will quickly suppress the idea of ​​treason and injustice.

Perhaps it was because of Gu Chang'an's shocking deeds of weeping ghosts and gods, everyone who heard it was full of anger, whether it was courage, righteousness, or arrogance.

"I really want to toast you a glass of wine."

The prince sighed with emotion.

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