Chang'an.

In the imperial study room, the green gauze of the window swayed in the wind.

The empress in a floor-length phoenix skirt stood in front of the window, her stunningly beautiful face showing confusion.

She had never seen the man in the portrait, and all the civil and military officials in the Jinluan Palace looked at each other blankly.

"Your Majesty, maybe the screen magician made a mistake in his divination." Pei Jingshu glanced at the portrait on the royal eucalyptus.

"Will she?" The empress looked sideways.

Pei Jingshu immediately rejected the idea of ​​doubt.

Since the revival of spiritual energy, Li Ping has been the most talented astrologer in Shenzhou, and his ancestor is Li Chunfeng, who was regarded as the national teacher by Taizong.

"Who are you? Where are you? What have you done?" After asking three questions in a row, the empress moved her red lips slightly and her eyes flickered.

Pei Jingshu remained silent.

The moment she received the news, she saw His Majesty's long-lost smile for the first time, as if the rays of light had dispelled the haze that had lasted for many years.

It has been decades since the Anshi Rebellion, and the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty have only plummeted. This is the only time it has risen.

"Pass the decree and search within the territory, down to each village." The empress' voice became clearer.

She was silent for a moment, her eyes firm:

"If he is a hermit, I would like to learn from Liu Bei and visit his thatched cottage three times and invite him with sincerity and etiquette."

"If you don't want to be loyal to Li Tang, I can draft an edict and send him to a stage where he is willing to show his talents."

"Your Majesty..." Pei Jingshu frowned.

The empress' delicate jade cheeks showed no emotion as she said softly:

"The civilization of the Central Plains is facing a disaster, how can I just focus on my own personal agenda?"

Pei Jingshu hesitated to speak, and finally said respectfully:

"As commanded."

"Shu'er, I really want to know what he did to wake up the country's stagnant destiny."

The empress seemed to be talking to herself, then turned her head and stared at the portrait in trance.

Pei Jingshu did not answer. It was hard to say whether this man existed, but he did bring a glimmer of hope to the gloomy country of the Tang Dynasty, and also brought a glimmer of spiritual comfort to His Majesty who was tired and numb.

…

In a teahouse in Chang'an, the storyteller Xing Mu slapped the table.

"It is said that Xue Rengui, the god of war, was dressed in white and stood under the flag. He held a halberd and a gun and shouted for the death squads to attack. The brave soldiers of the Tang Dynasty fought for their lives and killed the Goryeo army."

"We, the descendants of the Yan and Huang dynasties, have never lacked in sacrificing our lives and forgetting our dead. Even if these unfortunate people stand in the way, we will not retreat even a step."

The whole hall was silent.

The ranger stood up and interrupted impatiently:

"It's all stories from hundreds of years ago, and I'm tired of hearing them!"

The tea guests nodded one after another and showed no intention of rewarding the storyteller.

What's the use of dwelling on the glory of the past? If it weren't for being bullied to the point of being breathless by the barbarian dogs of the alien race, Western Shu would have lost 30% of its territory!

What a misfortune it is for the people to live in troubled times. What they want to hear is the great heroes of our time, those passionate feats of not succumbing to desperate circumstances!

The storyteller has a sullen look on his face, and it's hard for him to ask for food.

The ranger muttered:

"Whenever a hero comes out, you can talk about it for three days and three nights. With your clever words, I guarantee you will earn a concubine with two rooms!"

As he spoke, the sound of horse hooves rumbled in the street, and portraits floated into the shops on the street.

Everyone gathered around to watch the excitement.

"Well, I heard that he was the one who helped to improve the fortunes of the Tang Dynasty. But the court has searched all over the three states, and there is no such person."

"God is bullying me, I am so happy for nothing."

"Storyteller, if this person really existed, I'm afraid you would be so excited that you couldn't open your mouth from ear to ear."

The tea guests chatted with each other. Although they occasionally joked and joked, their expressions could not hide their disappointment.

…

The far western region, the official residence of the punisher.

Yue Jiuling was leaning on a cane, her rough palms covered with veins like earthworms, and the wrinkles on her face looked more like ugly tree bark.

In just a few months, she was so old that she had half a foot in the coffin.

The soul had long since died in that lonely city, on top of the piles of thousands of corpses.

"Have you decided on the monthly sanction?" Hu Yanjing, who was tired of work, looked serious.

"The inspector will come as soon as he comes. I will intercept and kill him on the way." Yue Jiuling said expressionlessly.

"Kill the imperial envoy?" Huyan Jingtong's eyes suddenly shrank, and his voice and look were fierce:

"If you dare to touch a hair on the imperial envoy's body, the Yuezhi will be treason!"

"Is your father afraid?" Yue Jiuling sneered, her face twitching like a ferocious evil ghost.

The old witch was completely crazy... Hu Yanjing looked at her and said in a deep voice:

"Three great masters, twelve thousand warriors, one of the most powerful weapons in the empire. It's a shame and ridiculous thing for you to lose in Yue Sanction."

When the painful spot was poked, Yue Jiuling's old face twisted, and the palms of her crutches trembled violently.

"Make a decision." Hu Yanjing reminded him again with a stern look on his face:

"You alone will save the Yuezhi for the time being. My father has asked the wizard that mass murdering the people of the empire for no reason will cause evil aura, and evil aura is the best explanation for the turmoil in the abyss."

Yue Jiuling trembled all over and shouted filial piety:

"What a massacre. In the words of the Eastern Han slaves, there is no limit to the sins of being able to write bamboos on the Nanshan Mountains, and there is no end to the evil caused by the waves in the East China Sea!"

Hu Yanjing sighed inwardly, what is the so-called old witch who was frightened by the empire compared to what his father did?

He controlled his emotions forcefully and said calmly:

"In the face of interests, it doesn't matter whether you are cold-blooded or not. It is not an option at all."

"First, the evil spirit caused by the massacre is the cause of the changes in the seven thousand miles of territory."

"Second, take the opportunity to eradicate those who know the truth. You, the Yuezhi, are really reluctant to part with those thousand cavalry who fled the battlefield and sent them to Zhe Lansu's territory in Mobei."

"Third, the corpses are piled up on the road to the isolated city. The inspector must be jealous of evil spirits and eliminate the possibility of his investigation."

The atmosphere was as stiff as iron.

Yue Jiuling lowered her heavy eyelids. She agreed with Huyan old man's trick of covering the lid, and she didn't care about the lives of innocent civilians.

But she doesn’t want to die!!

Once the massacre of civilians begins, her head must be sacrificed.

The empire will definitely be able to devour the Central Plains of China, establish the supreme divine kingdom, and rule the entire world!

As an eternal feat, she actually fell off a cliff halfway up the mountain and was shattered to pieces?

No matter how stupid Hu Yanjing was, he still saw through the old witch's fear of death.

He could no longer suppress his anger and shouted:

"Since ancient times, defeated generals should commit suicide and apologize. You have ten thousand troops to fight against one person. How dare you survive?"

"It's also for your own good that you don't open the cover. Once the isolated city is exposed, you will be dug up and thrown away after your death, and the Yuezhi family will be nailed to the empire's pillar of humiliation!"

Yue Jiuling's expression was dull, and he suddenly threw away his crutches and collapsed on the ground in silence.

Hahahahaha, how ridiculous.

She actually died in front of two old dogs, Zhelan and Huyan.

It would have been better if I had not accepted the commission. If I had not stopped drinking from the Grand Master's fatal blow on the battlefield, I should be drinking with Gu Hannu's head now.

"Take care of the Yuezhi family." Her face was ashen.

Hu Yanjing breathed a long sigh of relief and said firmly:

"Please rest assured Yue Sanction!"

The chain of interests is tied tightly, so we have to take care of it.

"I want the Han slaves to be cut into pieces, and I want the Han slaves to go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Yue Jiuling was almost begging, her voice filled with unspeakable resentment.

All the sins should not be borne by her, they are all caused by that murderous demon, that madman from the Central Plains!!

Hu Yanshou was silent for a moment and said in a low voice:
To be continued...