One person guards the lonely city, invincible in the world

Chapter 45

lonely city.

A peach blossom tree as tall as the Hope Tower was in full bloom on a snowy night, the Nine Saints sat cross-legged to recuperate their qi, and the military camp in the city was silent.

The empress stared blankly at the moonlight.

It was a rough night for her, dry and exhausted, seemingly doing something pointless.

But Gu Changan survived many such nights.

"Your Majesty, did the servant girl hear wrong?"

Pei Jingshu, who suddenly woke up with a shocked expression, got up and accidentally knocked over the exquisite stove, and the firewood was burning in the stove.

The fire reflected the empress' firm eyes.

She repeated:
"I'm not leaving."

Pei Jingshu turned pale, subconsciously retorted:

"Your Majesty, you are the king of a country, and you bear the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Tang Dynasty."

The empress laughed at herself, and said unhurriedly:
"The country and the nation are at a critical juncture of life and death, and it is not the emperor of the deep palace who can turn the tide."

"I used to be the most talented practitioner in the Central Plains. Since I became a king, I have still stayed in the realm of a great master. With the great victory in the Western Regions, I have just glimpsed the way to become a Taoist."

"The way of heaven has changed dramatically, and the supreme beings have stirred up the universe. Being a sage can help the Central Plains resist the barbarians more than being an emperor."

Pei Jingshu was at a loss for words, but her anxious expression remained undiminished.

As His Majesty said, the three generations of talented practitioners in the Central Plains, the old, the middle and the young, are only half a line away from the peak of the master and saint in the academy; Yi Jiangnan surrendered to the abyss of the barbarians, and is now a high-ranking saint.

As the leader of the younger generation, His Majesty's cultivation is not satisfactory, and the biggest detour is that he should not turn to the king's way, but at that time, if His Majesty did not carry the Great Tang Sheji, who would be able to convince the Li family?

But no matter what, it has been in power for several years now, and the sluggish Datang has gradually recovered its vitality. How can it be able to put down the pick at the critical moment?
The empress pursed her lips, not intending to hide her confidant, and said softly:
"The shackles of responsibility imprisoned me, and I took the initiative to break the shackles, hoping to tell Gu Chang'an in this way that he should also try to bid farewell to the old days and the loneliness and despair that passed away."

"If I vetoed Xu Ting's decision at the beginning, he would not become a soul, but accept the worship of the people of the Central Plains as a hero, and he would return to Chang'an to live the life he wanted."

"Regret is like ants gnawing at my heart all the time. I don't know when his soul will die. I just want to be with him. At least the last moment is not alone and no one cares about me."

Li Wan rarely babbled, but his voice was unusually low, until the end it was unbearably hoarse.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to stay in the lonely city for atonement... Sheji is up to you." Pei Jingshu persuaded politely, and then added:
"Besides, who dares to succeed the emperor from the Li family?"

After the Battle of the Western Regions, His Majesty's prestige must have been rising steadily. It coincided with a change unseen in a thousand years, and the ruling and opposition parties would never accept the new monarch.

The empress was silent, her exquisite face covered with helplessness.

Didn't her prestige, including the great victories in the Central Plains, all come at the expense of Gu Chang'an?
"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu hesitated to speak.

An unspeakable sentence——

If the news spread that you are staying in the lonely city, the barbarian dog must be like a beast that smells of blood. Wouldn't it be Gu Chang'an's burden to live in a cage at that time?

"Disguise."

"You pretended to be me, and the palace maid easily tolerated you, and I changed my disguise to be a palace maid, so as to deceive the world."

"You should be aware of my disguise skills."

Li Wan had no expression on his face, he had already made up his mind, so no doubts were allowed.

On the one hand, she wants to rebuild the road of dominance in the lonely city, so as to break through the shackles.

The most important thing is to accompany Gu Changan through the last part of the journey. He has endured all kinds of hardships for Datang, and he should do some insignificant things himself.

"Me?" Pei Jingshu was dumbfounded and pointed at herself.

It means that by pretending to be true, she wants to usurp power and sit on the dragon chair of the Golden Palace?
"The servant girl is terrified!" Pei Jingshu's face became tense.

"I trust you." Li Wan stared at her without blinking. Her best friend since childhood has also fought side by side in the field of power for many years.

Pei Jingshu moved her lips and said in a trembling voice:
"Fu Weikow, please Your Majesty take it back..."

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down.

Li Wan stopped her movement and said in a deep voice:

"I don't like the way you hesitate."

"The Tang Dynasty is only in the territory of three states. You have assisted me in handling government affairs for many years. You can make decisions in the first time on any cumbersome official documents."

"Do you think I'm afraid of you usurping power? If you have the ability to lead the Central Plains back to glory, I will willingly issue an edict of abdication!"

"The nation is in danger of extinction at any time. Whoever can make the Chinese nation stand firm in the torrents and waves will be the leader of this era."

Facing the harsh tone, Pei Jingshu remained silent, and finally nodded with difficulty.

The reason she agreed was not His Majesty, but Gu Changan.

Deep down in her heart, she was also afraid of how cruel it would be for this tortured man to disappear suddenly on an ordinary day.

You should not continue to be alone, someone said that conversation is also good.

"The servant girl sent a message to His Majesty with colored pigeons, and asked His Majesty to make a decision on important matters. I hope His Majesty will return soon..."

He stopped abruptly, and there was a hint of grief deep in the bottom of his eyes.

When His Majesty returned, Gu Chang'an might have lost his soul.

……

……

It was dawn, Carpenter Qin gently opened the door, and saw the shadow standing motionless in front of the window.

"Didn't sleep all night?"

Gu Changan hummed, and said with a smile: "I haven't slept in bed for more than ten years, I feel very awkward, and the night breeze on the city is more comfortable."

Carpenter Qin stared at him like this until his eye sockets were red, and he sighed:

"Let's stick to it until victory. The Anxi Army's mission is over, why don't you want to leave!"

Gu Changan was silent.

"Everyone thinks that your soul is about to disperse, and you don't want to disperse in the Central Plains and let the world blame yourself, but the old man knows that you want to be free yourself, and there is nothing in the world worth your nostalgia."

"Chang'an, who is omnipotent, wants to stand, but God can't let him fall."

Carpenter Qin's withered face twitched, and he forcibly held back the tumbling emotions.

"I can finally be relieved with peace of mind." Gu Changan murmured in a low voice, frame by frame of the past emerged, and he finally shouted sadly:
"It's been really hard along the way."

Carpenter Qin turned his face away, picked up a broom in the corner and silently cleaned up the dust, as if he had been disabled for more than ten years and could only do this.

"If you stay, it will only make me more painful. One day, I will dig a grave and erect a monument for a relative."

Gu Changan's tone was smooth and smooth, and he could no longer hear any emotional fluctuations.

Carpenter Qin seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be begging in a low voice, "You should take a look at Chang'an City, you should visit the mountains and rivers, and you should live a chic life."

"The old man firmly believes that you have a way to get a physical body."

"Stylish?" Gu Changan smiled, then shook his head:

"For almost 25 years, I have been fighting for the righteousness of the nation. As soon as I was born, my grandparents instilled in me that I should revive the nation, drive out the wild dogs, and sacrifice my life for the rise of the Central Plains."

"Grandpa Qin, do you think I will be able to break into the rivers and lakes with a sword when I arrive in the Central Plains? How can I turn a blind eye to the suffering of the common people? How dare I sit and watch the barbarians exterminate the Han people?"

"I also want to be selfish, and I also want to be alone, but the experience of every day for 25 years is whipping me crazily!"

With an almost desperate roar, the ghost shook a few times, and finally said desolately:

"Since we can't do it, we have to continue to fight endlessly."

"I will be covered in bruises, endure severe pain, die and live miserably, just like a reincarnation."

Carpenter Qin lowered his head and swept the floor, and replied dumbly: "The old man knows."

"Grandpa, take care of your health and enjoy your old age peacefully." Gu Changan smiled freely.

Carpenter Qin stood holding his broom, unable to speak. After holding back for a long time, his throat rolled, and the long-overdue tears gushed out.

"gone."

He staggered out of the narrow and simple courtyard, and stopped at the courtyard gate for a long time. The days when he waved and said "see you tomorrow" will never happen again.

……

noon.

The army of the Central Plains had been reorganized and formed a huge army formation outside the city. The silent silence was as majestic as a tiger roaring and a dragon chanting.

Grandma Xu, Xiao Luoyang and the others looked around, their eyes hurt by the wind and snow, but they never saw the shadow.

"Don't wait, you think we are not enough to drag Chang'an, we can go back to our hometown before we die, Chang'an is very happy."

Carpenter Qin sat in a cloud car, drinking without looking back.

"What if he's hungry? The pair of shoes haven't been woven yet, and I haven't told him to store the dried meat and put it in the cellar. I'm going to find him."

The old woman with a dimpled face opened the crowd with a cane, and ran towards the city gate in a daze.

"Grandma Xu!" Liu Shang hugged her with tears in his arms, choked up and said:

"Chang'an will take care of himself, let's go."

"Poor child, my silly child..." the old woman limply cried hysterically:
"Chang'an, I want Chang'an to go home!!"

The old and disabled women and children around were suppressed and drank tears, looking around the city wall brick by brick with blurred vision, why can't our Chang'an come out!

The sad atmosphere quickly permeated, and countless iron-blooded soldiers had sore noses, secretly wiping away the remaining hot tears from the corners of their eyes.

The story of the Eighth Regiment of the Anxi Army came to an end. The remains of the heroic souls returned to their homeland. After a long wait, the people in the city finally came to a destination.

The story of the Central Plains united against the barbarians also ended with a happy ending. Although it is temporarily unable to take over the Western Regions, it can at least govern Yumen Pass and contain more than half of the Hexi Corridor. This is the most exciting victory in decades. strategic buffer zone.

But Gu Chang'an hadn't changed anything.

One person, one city.

One soul, one city.

It's always been like this, and it's the most desperate.

"set off!"

The drums were rumbling, the horns resounded through the sky, and the banners covered the sky and the sun. The soldiers bid farewell to the lonely city with grief.

"We are all descendants of Yan and Huang. We were born at the right time. We are charged with fighting and cannot expel the barbarians from the Central Plains. How can we be human!"

"When you pass by the lonely city in the future, you will bring the head of a barbarian dog to commemorate the heroic soul of Gu Yingxiong!"

"The Central Plains will definitely not perish at the hands of barbarians, Gu Yingxiong's wish for a peaceful and prosperous life will finally come true!"

Countless generals vowed in their hearts that the memory of the lonely city will always be their guiding light when they face darkness, and that soul shadow makes them still burst out the will to defend their home and country when they are in despair!
Zhe Lansu moved his lips, this should be the last meeting with Gu Changan in this life, obsessions are gradually fading away, can ghosts last forever?

not much hope.

If the Central Plains hadn't come to receive the remains of Anxi's heroic soul, Gu Chang'an would have always been deeply obsessed. If the Central Plains hadn't launched a war, Gu Chang'an would even be in his peak state intact now.

He looked at the superiors in front of the team, no one dared to look back.

Guilt ah!
A debt that can never be repaid! !
The Taoist girl's eyes were moist, as if she had sensed something, she suddenly looked at the empress and Pei Daizhao in the chariot in the distance, her eyes froze slightly.

The maid outside the chariot also looked at Li Ping at the same time.

Li Ping's tears were still wet, and he moved the corner of his mouth to show a perfunctory smile, indicating that he would keep it secret.

This is the best way, as the nominally supreme ruler of the Central Plains, being willing to spend the last time with Gu Changan is at least a little bit of compensation for this nation.

How sad it must be to disappear alone and no one cares about it.

……

……

Bronze Temple.

Once the emperor and the ministers, only one old face of the former twelve giants of the round table remained, and the rest were replaced by the queen's cronies.

As an old minister, Beth, the female judge in charge of the intelligence agency, tremblingly said:

"Reporting to the gods, the Central Plains Han slaves have returned. As you expected, the ghosts have not left home."

Tuoba Tian on the purple throne is expressionless, and the dragon horns above his head look intimidating.

"According to my speculation, the ghost should not be far away from disappearing, probably within this year."

Beth added a big piece of news.

"How to say?" Tuoba Tianxia's cold face finally fluctuated, and it was a violent fluctuation.

Beth said respectfully:
"The moment Anxi's ashes were handed over to the army of the Central Plains, the black mist of ghosts dimmed a lot. Many people present noticed it. Such an obvious signal can only prove one thing, and the obsession with guarding the house gradually collapsed."

The rest of the judges showed excitement.

The Abyss Messenger was justified in his suspicions. The reason why he was able to turn ghosts into towns and rivers was due to his extreme obsession. However, with the end of 64 years of persistence, his obsession will soon disappear.

Tuoba Tianxia looked cloudy and uncertain.

Speculate?

Suspect?
She no longer dared to gamble.

There are still three years left for the Buddha's lotus petals, and it is said that the ghost will persist until the end of the year at most. Will Gu Changan disappear completely?
At the moment before it disappears, you must not let your guard down. The top floor of the castle has to study the air mechanism outside the sky for sanctions.

"Occasionally when I wake up from nightmares at night, I will think, whoever wipes out the wild ghosts in the lonely city is really a great merit to build a seven-level pagoda!"

Tuoba Tianxia's sensuality was fierce, and the purple pupil burst out with strong hatred.

The prophecies of the sorcerer Heralds kept lingering in her mind.

There will be a third eruption of spiritual power in the Central Plains, and it is likely to be seven times the second time. Who caused it?Is it a wild ghost in the lonely city?What is it?
Just thinking about it makes my brain explode! !
Spiritual will is the soul that a national civilization depends on for long-term survival. If it erupts again, the empire will encounter unimaginable resistance!

"Your Majesty, Abyss ordered the center to send troops to Zhao and Xishu, and one country must be wiped out within seven months, so as to use this as a springboard to plan the eastern land of Shenzhou."

"I hope that Your Majesty will learn from the failure of Tuobali. This time there will be no lunatics making trouble. Winning a country is the bottom line, not a record. To swallow two countries is to show your ability."

A noble-looking judge truthfully narrated the order of the abyss.

"Hmm." Tuoba Tianxia nodded his chin, his expression difficult to distinguish.

Although she is the darling of the top of the castle, she made wrong choices at key points when she first took the throne, and now she is also caught in a storm of public opinion, and urgently needs a hearty massacre of Han slaves.

(End of this chapter)