Chang'an, Tang Dynasty!

The trauma brought by war is extremely terrible.

The day slowly retreated, the night slowly came, the moonlight shone down hazy, and the blurred night enveloped the earth. The tragic battle of siege for a day had come to an end.

The city walls are full of traces of damage, and there are many traces of demolition on the streets of Chang'an.

The busy streets in the past are now terrifying.

The gorgeous sunshine shines among the green tiles and red walls all over the eyes. The sudden eaves and the high-flying shop signs and flags are still alive.

But the rippling cars and horses, the endless stream of pedestrians, and the quiet and comfortable smiling faces disappeared without a trace.

Daming Palace,

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

In this palace that symbolizes the power of the Tang Dynasty, the Tang King knelt at the table, and wine cups were placed on it.

One sip, one sip after another, the King of Tang picked up the wine cup and kept drinking.

His face turned red, but when you look closely, you can see his eyebrows with a sad look.

"Master, take care of yourself and you can't drink any more. The national teacher will definitely come," a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a long skirt, walked in slowly, came to the side of the Tang King, and pressed the wine cup that she was about to raise.

"I believe that the national teacher will come, but the Huanglong formation has been broken, and the residual formation is barely held. There are cracks on many walls, and at most it can last for a day." The King of Tang gave up the wine cup, picked up the wine pot, opened his mouth, and slowly fell down in his mouth.

A smell of wine came out. The wine was crystal clear and shaking continuously with the throat. The wine continued to swallow it into the belly.

Bang, the wine pot was placed on the table by King Tang. He gently wiped the wine on the corner of his mouth.

When the woman saw this, she took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped it on the corner of the Tang King's mouth, and comforted her softly, "Your Majesty, you must have confidence. In this battle, we will definitely win and revive the Tang Dynasty."

"Don't say anything like this. I have been saying this since I can remember it. I have been saying this for more than twenty years. At this point, when my family is about to destroy the country, there is no need to continue to deceive myself," the King of Tang showed sad expression, and picked up the wine pot again and poured it into his mouth.

But the wine pot was empty, and a few drops of wine flowed down. After swaying, the wine pot was thrown directly. With a clang, the wine pot kept rolling on the ground of the paved blanket.

"Wine, serve wine." King Tang shouted loudly from his mouth.

"Everything goes down," saw an official walking towards him with a wine pot. The woman raised her eyebrows and waved her hand.

"Don't listen to her, give me wine," said King Tang yelling with his arm.

"I can't go on," the woman scolded her as she looked at the eunuch's hesitation.

"No!" The eunuch responded directly, then bent his body, lowered his head, and slowly retreated.

"Don't retreat, give me wine, drink wine," King Tang kept waving his arms and shouting.

"Your Majesty, you have lost your composure," the woman waved her hand and pressed the arm of Tang Wang Wu and said in her mouth; "The previous king named the king Shimin, does the king still remember the meaning of it?"

The King of Tang turned around, looked at the woman, and said nothing.

"The former king hopes that the king can save the world and the people,"

"The enemy has not yet captured Chang'an, how could the king give up on himself and live up to the expectations of many important officials," the woman said with great consolation.

"There are no expectations at all. The enemy is approaching, Chang'an is surrounded by heavy forces, and even a bird cannot fly out. I am ashamed of the previous king. I cannot save the world and the lower ones. How dare I mention the word "Shiren"?"

"The king has lost his composure,"

"Never defected to all the important officials in the dynasty now. How could there be such a list in the last dynasties in history?"

"Although the city of Chang'an is panicked, it is not chaotic. As long as the king cheers up and the whole people are united, he will definitely survive this disaster and revive the Tang Dynasty."

"What the queen said is that I am losing my composure," the Tang King's gloomy face was soothing. He apologized sincerely, shook his body, stood up directly, and pulled out the sword worshipped beside his table.

A cold light flashed, emitting a thrilling cold air in the palace.

"In the battle tomorrow, I personally go to the city wall to supervise the battle."

"The Queen dares to accompany me," King Tang stared at the woman beside him.

"I dare," the woman said without hesitation.

"Do you know that tomorrow will be supervised, and there will be no life without death. If the city is broken, I will be the first to kill you. If I choose to be in this Ming Palace, I will be beyond my reach and be able to save my life in chaos. Do you still dare to go there?" The King of Tang's eyes were stern, but his tone was aggressive.

"If the king doesn't need to do it, I will do it after the city is broken." The woman looked resolute and took out a dagger filled with various gems from her clothes.

The gems are divided into seven colors: colorful, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and shiny.

"This is what I have prepared after the enemy surrounded Chang'an. If the king dies, I will never survive," the woman said solemnly, holding the dagger.

"It is an honor for me to marry you," said the Tang King as he looked at the woman in admiration.

Then he shook his head and continued, "You don't have to go to the battle tomorrow,"

"After the city is broken, take the prince away from the secret passage."

"Your Majesty," the woman showed an anxious look and was about to explain, but she was interrupted directly by the King of Tang. She heard the King of Tang continue to speak. "The prince is young, but he shows his strength, wise and decisive, and has the style of Taizu."

"I am not willing to die if I lose my country, but the prince must not die."

"The prince is the last hope of the Tang Kingdom. I am not relieved," said the King of Tang, taking out a catalog from his body and delivering it to the woman's hand. "Hold it, and the national teacher will find you and get its help," he said.

"I will raise the prince to a human being and restore the country to the queen," the Tang King bowed directly to the woman.

"Don't worry, I will raise the prince and restore the Tang Kingdom," the woman quickly floated up the Tang King and took the dagger to cut it towards her finger.

The dagger was extremely sharp, and two fingers were cut off directly, falling on the blanket on the ground, and blood kept flowing along the fingers.

The woman showed a look of pain on her face, her fingers connected to her heart, how could she not feel pain without her broken fingers, but she still said calmly in her mouth; "I have broken fingers to show my ambitions, and the Tang Dynasty will never be restored. I am willing to go to the 18th level of hell and never be reborn!"
Chapter completed!