Li Mi stood up suddenly, "Hurry up and find someone to get tonsured!"

Li Yuan sneered and said: "I originally have people, but you, a traitor, kill a group of people around me every now and then. You killed that person the year before last."

Li Mi: "..."

Han Shitou said: "Your Majesty, please go find me!"

"Go quickly!"

In this era, hair is probably the freest thing. It is preserved from birth to the last moment.

Therefore, there is no such thing as a barber.

Only in temples can there be a means of tonsure.

Han Shitou hurried out.

He glanced around, put his hand to his forehead and looked at the sky, and then walked out of the palace.

When they arrived outside the palace, Sun Laoer was already waiting.

"What do you mean by signaling?"

Covering your forehead with your hands and looking at the sky, this is the signal of contact between the two people.

The sending of this signal is an urgent matter.

Han Shitou slapped Sun Laoer with his hand and said hastily: "The false emperor and his son want to be tonsured and escape to the temple in the city."

"This slave is guilty!" Sun Laoer covered his face, howled, and then whispered: "I'll arrest you when the time comes!"

"Bitch!" Han Shitou cursed, and then whispered: "Isn't it more satisfying to cut off the path of father and son step by step, and let them sit trapped in the palace, waiting for the last moment?"

"Yes, slave, I'll go right away!" Sun Laoer first apologized at the top of his lungs, and then whispered: "You are so cruel, but we like it!"

Han Shitou turned around, squinted at the palace inside, and whispered: "I hope your Majesty will also like it."

…

Back in the palace, the pseudo-emperor and his son were ready.

"Your Majesty, this servant has been sent away."

"good!"

…

There was a temple in Tongcheng. Sun Laoer knocked on the door and said to Zhike Monk: "Your Majesty has a nightmare, saying that if you are found guilty, you will be hunted down and killed."

The monk Zhike looked pale and asked, "What crime do we have?"

"How did we know?" Sun Laoer said: "When we heard the news, we came to report it as soon as possible. It is considered a good relationship. I just ask the Bodhisattva to protect us and escape this disaster. Let's go."

The monk Zhike said gratefully: "Thank you very much."

The army is just outside the city. In this battle, God knows who will be unlucky. The fate of the people in the palace is the most unpredictable. If the emperor gets jealous, he might be able to kill them all.

"Take care!" Zhike Monk went in and reported to the abbot.

"Bitter!" The abbot stamped his foot, "Let's go! We changed into secular clothes and wore a bamboo hat, let's go!"

…

Sun Laoer returned to the palace and reported breathlessly, "Your Majesty, all the people in the temple have escaped."

There was a large army outside the city, and the monks in the temple ran away in fear of the disaster. There was nothing wrong with that.

Li Mi, who was waiting anxiously, sat down slumped, "Is God trying to kill me?"

He suddenly raised his head and grabbed Li Yuan's shoulders, "You have always been cunning and scheming, but do you have a way? Yes, you must have a way, tell me quickly!"

Li Yuan's body was swayed back and forth by him, and he said dullly: "Now the army is sieging the city, there is no way. No more, no more..."

"Old dog, useless old dog!"

Li Mi cursed loudly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Yuan suddenly laughed, "You are a traitor, you are a traitor, aren't all these your sins? Hahahaha!"

Laughter echoed in the hall.

…

In the camp five miles away from Tongcheng.

The emperor stood outside the big tent, looked at the city in the distance with his hands behind his hands, and said: "When I was in Yuanzhou, I once heard a salesman say that there are dragons in Shu, and they flourish every five hundred years. The last time a dragon appeared in Shu was just right.

Five hundred years. Where is this dragon?"

Han Ji said: "This dragon is your Majesty."

The emperor smiled.

In Ning Yayun's eyes, every step of the emperor in front of her was a little heavy.

But shouldn't he be in an extremely happy mood at this time?

The great enemy was trapped in the city by him, and he must be in a state of panic and suffering at this moment.

At this point in your life, you should be happy.

But the emperor's footsteps seemed a little heavy, as if he was carrying countless things.

Wang Laoer and Tu Chang stood together. Wang Laoer gave Tu Chang a piece of dried meat from time to time. Tu Chang shook his head, Wang Laoer shook his head, and finally Tu Chang opened his mouth.

Pei Jian and his generals were patrolling the camp. When they saw the emperor, everyone saluted.

The old thief and his disciple Pan were squatting together, wondering which noble person they were.

Han Ji and He Lianrong smiled and talked together.

Qin Ze was urging the accompanying guards to reinforce the emperor's tent.

The soldiers were waiting for the rice to be cooked in an orderly manner...

There is something that makes people feel alive.

Wang Laoer shouted to the emperor: "Your Majesty, use me to attack the city tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow will be my death camp!"

Lan Jian had been in a low mood these past few days, but now he was smiling and competing with Wang Laoer for the chance to attack the city tomorrow.

This person has passed away, but the living must still live.

For yourself and for that man's wife and children.

This is people!

What about me?

The emperor suddenly burst into laughter.

"It's time to cook."

Someone is shouting.

Wang Laoer came to life immediately. He left his butcher's clothes and came to the emperor eagerly, "Your Majesty, they made a fat sheep earlier."

The emperor smiled and said: "Then get one!"

"Today, I will eat alone and get some drinks." The emperor entered the tent.

"Your Majesty won't cook?" Wang Laoer was a little disappointed.

Snap!

Tu Shang slapped him on the back of the head. Wang Laoer turned around and asked, "Why did you hit me?"

"That's Your Majesty, not the cook. Your Majesty cooks out of love."

Wang Laoer said plausibly: "But your Majesty and I have feelings for each other!"

The emperor returned to his tent and sat down, thinking of the word "affection".

From the very beginning, my affection was with that family.

Later, many people...

Zhao Sanfu, Yan Cheng, the neighbors in the alley, especially the perverted old man opposite.

Yiniang, Cao Ying...

It was a little dark inside the tent, and the emperor was sitting there kneeling. Later, wine and food were brought in.

Drinking was not allowed in the army during the war, but everyone felt that the emperor wanted to drink wine to vent his hatred for many years.

"The late emperor has been gone for many years, and your majesty has endured it till now. Now he can be considered proud and proud."

"Yes! Father's hatred is irreconcilable."

Han Ji said: "I hope the late emperor can see this scene."
To be continued...