When he left Bailongguan and went down the mountain, Yan Liqiang felt refreshed, as if he had taken off a burden in his heart. He felt much lighter when walking, and in an instant, the sky was wide and the sky was clear and the mind was unobstructed.

These days, the future heavenly tribulation has been pressing heavily on Yan Liqiang's heart like a huge rock, making Yan Liqiang unable to sleep well every day, tossing and turning, not knowing how to deal with it, not knowing what he can do, but now, once he makes up his mind, all the pressure disappears in an instant.

Yan Liqiang decided to give up this time and fight for the last time, whether it is for love, hatred, love, righteousness, or simply to shout at those confused people with silence. A person must be able to give up so much in his life, so that he can live the last time.

Yan Liqiang didn't think he was so noble. He just felt that he had done what he should have done. If the same thing was in his previous life, if he could know that there was a Wenchuan earthquake a few months in advance, he would also try his best to make people know when the disaster would come before the earthquake.

It’s just that there is no Internet, no media, and no newspapers in this world, so Yan Liqiang has to start from scratch.

It took four years to run a newspaper to cover the entire capital of the Han Empire.

Then, a few months before the disaster came, I found an opportunity to break out the big information so that people could prepare in advance and start evacuation.

Even if the newspaper was finally seized by the court, it would be nothing because it had fulfilled the mission it had given him.

This is Yan Liqiang's plan and everything he can sit on.

On the mountain road down the mountain, when the person relaxed, Yan Liqiang's head was inspired like a spring, and all of them were all about the various newspapers he had read in his previous life and the promotional methods of various paper media. When he thought of that interesting place, he couldn't help laughing.

After leaving Xiaoyun Mountain, he saw that it was still early today. Yan Liqiang thought of Hua Ruxue, so he rode the dark clouds to cover the snow again and came to the Imperial Capital.

The access control in Imperial Capital City is still very strict. Compared with the previous two times when the harem was rigorous, there were many soldiers standing on both sides of the city gate. Those who entered and left the city had to check, those who were wearing hats had to take off their hats, those who were driving the car had to check inside and outside the carriage, and those who were pulling the goods would also check carefully.

Hearing the carriage driver in front of him saying that it was inconvenient to pull a truck of fodder and unload it, a small flag officer at the gate of the city took a long spear and signaled with a look. He poked the whole truck of fodder with several soldiers beside him. Seeing that there was no blood on the gun, the truck of fodder entered the city.

"My father-in-law, why did the city ban in the Imperial Capital suddenly become so strict today? I remember when I came some time ago, it was not so strict!" Seeing a father-in-law wearing gray clothes lined up in front of him, Yan Liqiang politely asked the father-in-law for advice.

The father-in-law turned around and looked at Yan Liqiang. He found that Yan Liqiang was quite pleasing and polite, so he spoke slowly, "A few days ago, Zuo Teng, the Minister of Works, was assassinated at home. I heard that the person who assassinated him was from the White Lotus Sect. You said that all the people from the White Lotus Sect can sneak into the imperial capital to assassinate the imperial court. How can the city ban in the imperial capital be not strict?"

Bailian Sect? Yan Liqiang was surprised. He didn't expect that he had not come to the imperial capital for a while, and this incident actually fermented with such news.

"Brother-in-law, I have heard of Zuo Teng being assassinated, but why did you get involved in the White Lotus Sect?"

"I don't know, but I heard that there were rumors in the past few days that Zuo Teng was assassinated because when he was a county magistrate in Quzhou, he killed many White Lotus Sect and formed a deep feud with the White Lotus Sect. The White Lotus Sect had already regarded Zuo Teng as a mortal enemy!" At this point, the old man looked around and lowered his voice. "I heard that the business group in the imperial capital said that a few days ago, there was a news from Quzhou that said that after Zuo Teng was assassinated, the local people poured a lot of blood on the local yamen at night, and wrote a lot of ruthless words, saying that Zuo Teng was the role model who dared to suppress the dog officials of the White Lotus Sect..."

"Ah, these White Lotus Sect members are so bold. Thank you for telling me!" Yan Liqiang pretended to be surprised and bowed to the boss.

"Oh, this world is really unstoppable..." The father-in-law shook his head. Seeing that it was his turn in front of him, he immediately took two steps forward and walked over for examination.

At this moment, Yan Liqiang's heart was not as calm as it was on the surface, but was a little overturned. Could it be that Hua Ruxue is a member of the White Lotus Sect?

Thinking of the Quzhou mentioned by the father-in-law, Yan Liqiang suddenly felt aroused his heart. If he remembered it well, it seemed that in just a few months later, the White Lotus Sect would cause a lot of noise in Quzhou, Huangzhou and Yuezhou, and began to rebel, causing chaos in the southern states of the Han Empire. In this way, the left vine was stabbed, which may have something to do with the White Lotus Sect. It felt like it was used to sacrifice flags and boost morale before the event.

However, when Yan Liqiang thought of Hua Ruxue's pretty face, he found it difficult to connect such a woman to the White Lotus Sect in his heart...

Yan Liqiang led the dark clouds and snow into the city. After thinking about it, he walked towards Sun Bingchen's house. During this period, he had several times to visit the imperial capital, but he had never visited Sun Bingchen. He happened to have time today, so he went to visit it. It was considered a politeness. In any case, in the eyes of others, Sun Bingchen was also one of the nobles who promoted him. I heard that Sun Bingchen fought with the prime minister in the imperial capital these days, and he also wanted to see how Sun Bingchen was in the imperial capital, and if he could help him. There were some details about the newspaper operation, Yan Liqiang also wanted to ask Sun Bingchen for advice.

In the imperial capital, people came and went on the streets, and horses and carriages were intertwined. Yan Liqiang rode on the black Yun Gaixue, but he couldn't let go of his speed and could not move quickly. He could only let the dark Yun Gaixue walk and slowly walked towards Sun Bingchen's house.

...

At the entrance of an alley next to the street, a young gangster dressed in a short dress with a grass stem in his mouth and leaned against the alley. While basking in the sun, he looked at the pedestrians who came to play on the street with his eyes. Suddenly, the gangster's eyes lit up and he saw Yan Liqiang. To be precise, he saw the dark clouds riding under Yan Liqiang.

Even in this bustling imperial capital, Yan Liqiang's dark cloud-covered snow seemed extremely outstanding. The dark cloud-covered snow walking on the street was half a horse's head higher than other rhino dragon horses, and the fur was even more greasy.

The gangster stared at Wu Yun Gaixue for a few glances, swallowed his saliva, then looked at Yan Liqiang's face carefully, then let out a "pop" sound, spit out the grass stem in the corner of his mouth, and turned around and got into the alley next to him...

Yan Liqiang felt the gangster's gaze, but he just glanced at the alley lightly, then withdrew his gaze without caring about it at all.
Chapter completed!