The gun is in my hand, and I am already in my arms.

Although he has no real power, although he has no generals or soldiers under his command, he is a death sentence that is difficult to forgive when he welcomes the exiled.

Yes, even if there are thousands of people, I will go.

The black horse was gone.

"Although I just said in person that he shouldn't belong to the battlefield, I have to admit that this guy does have the courage to belong to the battlefield." Meng Daishan smiled helplessly.

The dust swept straight outside the Dingding Gate and soon disappeared into the mountains surrounding them in the distance.

"It turns out that Your Majesty is here to bid farewell to the old friend." Kong Wenliang looked at the black figure and whispered on the city gate.

"I once saw the book saying that when the emperor came to the city gate in person, there should be the flying flags and cheering soldiers under the city tower. But I came to the Luoyang city gate three times in this life." Emperor Jingyang sighed, "Except for the first time, the next two times seemed to be saying goodbye."

The last time he came here was after the Tianji bloody incident more than two years ago, he sent his brother who was demoted to a commoner. Now, he is to send the future mainstay of the Liangyang Empire, the Leaving World.

Every time, it means that he and the people who travel far have embarked on a different path.

"In life, it is inevitable to say goodbye. However, what made me curious is why His Majesty climbed here for the first time?" Kong Wenliang asked.

"I was still young and I was listening to the school in the palace school. One day, the gentleman came to the whim and led a group of us to climb here with a book sword." Emperor Jingyang raised his hand and pointed to the distance, "Toward the surrounding rivers and mountains, I picked up my pen and wrote four words, expressing what I thought in my arms and thoughts."

Kong Wenliang asked with a smile: "What is the writing of His Majesty?"

Emperor Jingyang was in a daze for a moment and had no answer.

The Heart of the Tribulation.

"Why did you choose him back then?" The tea smoke curled up, and the tea-making man was blocked by the hanging curtains. He only heard the sound but did not see the person.

"Because of the four words he wrote with his pen back then." Mo Wendong gently brushed away the dust on his body, put the tea to his mouth, and blew it gently.

The voice said in confusion: "Just four words?"

"Even I am impressed by the magnificent ambitions revealed by those four words. In order to be realized as soon as possible, those with this ambition are destined to become lonely, and such people are often more likely to be controlled." Mo Wendong took a sip of tea, "Good tea."

The voice asked, "What four words are they?"

"Restore the prosperous age." Mo Wendong replied.

The voice was silent for a moment and said slowly: "You can distinguish people by your own words, but I can only rely on that mural to help me choose people. I am no longer as good as you."

"So you can only watch the sunset in the desert, but I can be in the imperial capital and overlook the world." Mo Wendong put down his teacup.

"Because I only think of a few things all year round, and after thinking about it, I have been through year after year without realizing it. And what about you? Although I can't guess what you are thinking, I also know that you have a little too much." The voice said quietly, "It even includes things that you shouldn't think about."

"I've finished drinking the tea, it's time to see my nephew." Mo Wendong's face was calm.

Inside the long pavilion.

Yu Jing waited for a long time, and finally waited for the horse's neighing. He took out another willow branch hidden in advance from his sleeve.

But from beginning to end, he just watched him watch and did not go forward to say goodbye. He just watched the commander who was riding a horse with a gun and disappeared.

"The road is long and long, and you will be about to walk." Yu Jing looked up at the sky, his hands slightly raised, and the willow leaves walked with the wind, chasing the man and shooting him.

Outside the gate of Jinwu Mansion, there was a black three-legged divine bird statue. Under the sunlight, it seemed to fly up at the sky at any time. Meng Daishan had arrived outside the door at this moment, looking up at the divine bird statue, wondering what he was thinking.

"You promised me not to read the edict before, but you read it after all." A gentle female voice rang behind her.

Meng Daishan was stunned, and his drunkenness faded away. She smiled bitterly: "Since I led the army to fight, many people have died under my spear every day. At night, they have to rely on the paralysis of strong wine to fall asleep peacefully. Gradually, they have developed the ability to not get drunk. I originally thought that as long as you get drunk, you can get it once and for all, but I didn't expect that you would wake up so quickly."

"That guy often stole the tea in the teapot into wine. After being fooled by him several times, no matter how bad I am, I should be half an alcoholic now." The voice sighed.

Meng Daishan turned around and looked at the girl holding an umbrella, "Shi Lan."

Gongsun Shilan frowned, "What is written on it?"

"The Lord has entrusted me with it, it's that simple." Meng Daishan replied perfunctorily.

"If it was so simple, you wouldn't have come here." Gongsun Shilan looked up at the golden crow statue.

Meng Daishan pondered for a long time, "Look, what makes you fussed is nothing more than fearing that the rebels will rebel, and sent the Jinwu army to guard the northern border, resulting in the Heaven-Qing Festival used to show good deeds in the world six days later, without heavy troops to maintain orders, so my Ancheng army will do it for you."

Gongsun Shilian was still unyielding, "Then why are you here?"

"Do you remember that I told you in Chang'an that day, my friend who wanted to welcome his brother back to Luoyang?" Meng Daishan sighed, "Today is his departure. As his friend, I naturally have to come to see you off."

"Are you saying goodbye or you made a dangerous decision in your heart without hiding it?" Gongsun Shilan's sweet face gradually sank.

Meng Daishan was calm, "It's not that there is no one. When I first saw the edict, I thought of him immediately. After all, the criminals he was going to welcome back here. If he were the only one, the danger could be imagined. Therefore, I also hesitated whether to lend Ancheng Army to him."

Gongsun Shilian asked, "What about now?"

"I think I will not hesitate anymore." Meng Daishan smiled and replied firmly.

Gongsun Shilian's eyes turned cold and she became angry at some point, "But have you ever thought that if you borrowed the soldiers and there would be no soldiers to guard the ceremony, not only would the emperor lose all his face, but you would also be blamed for neglecting his duties! In the end, you will only have the word "death" left!"

"Shi Lan, have you ever seen a prosperous era?" Meng Daishan suddenly asked.

Gongsun Shilian was stunned and subconsciously looked at the oil paper umbrella in her arms.

She suddenly remembered a sentence her mother had said to her when she was young.

"Where the Jiangmo sword comes, it is a microcosm of the prosperous era.

Because this sword witnessed the fall of a prosperous era."

But where is the prosperous era in this world?
Chapter completed!