At the beginning of the lanterns, Changsun Wuji and the future Queen Changsun were sent away. Xiao Han leaned at the door of Mingyuexuan, quietly watching the pedestrians on the street gradually become sparse.
"Hey, come here for a drink?"
The owner of the Fair Teahouse next door walked out of the shop, raised the wine jar in his hand to Xiao Han, and laughed loudly.
Xiao Han came back to his senses, turned to look at him, smiled and shook his head in rejection: "Forget it, I'm not in the mood today."
"Oh?" The teahouse owner raised his eyebrows and said in a strange voice: "Why are you not in the mood at this time? Aren't these things what you want to see at the moment? What happened today, you are still afraid that someone will turn the tables.
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"A comeback?" Xiao Han smiled self-deprecatingly, "I have never won, so how can I talk about a comeback?"
The teahouse owner frowned when he heard this: "Huh? Never won? The current situation is not considered a win? Is there something going on here that I don't know about?"
"There are still many things you don't know! Don't think that just by getting a few pieces of information, you become the real Bai Xiaosheng!"
Xiao Han's mood suddenly became very bad. He snorted coldly and walked directly into Mingyue Pavilion, leaving the teahouse owner alone standing outside, looking at Xiao Han's back and wondering.
"You have taken so much information from me, and now you are complaining that I know less. Isn't this too unfair?"
The wind on the street suddenly picked up, blowing some cold stuff on your face, the teahouse owner.
The teahouse owner looked up and saw the gloomy sky, with snowflakes finally falling again.
"Snowing?"
"Snowing!"
At this time, there are many people watching the snow with the shop owner.
Li Jiancheng in the palace, Li Shimin on the march, and Yang Wenqian who had just woken up in Qingzhou were all looking up at the sky. However, their respective situations and thoughts were only known to them.
The heavy snowfall on the evening of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year was very heavy and rapid!
In just one night, the snow outside was almost two feet thick. All traffic in Guanzhong seemed to be blocked by this sudden heavy snow.
The fifth day of the first lunar month.
When the heavy snow stopped, Li Shimin's army was already hundreds of miles away from Gyeongju.
It was just that it snowed heavily all night yesterday, making their next journey particularly difficult.
Among the team, those in the center and rear were doing better. They were walking on the road trodden by those in front. Although the road was slippery, it was not too difficult to walk.
Even those who had suffered a lot from the front army were like soft white snow in front of them.
As soon as you step down, the snow will directly reach the crook of your knees. When you pull it out again, the boots will be filled with snow water.
"Report, the gates of Gyeongju City are closed, but the flag remains unchanged."
"Report, there are scouts ahead!"
"Report, many soldiers in the front army suffered frostbite on their hands and feet, General Cheng requested to slow down the march!"
Li Shimin slowly followed the army forward, and news came one after another in his ears, gradually converging into a three-dimensional concept map of the battlefield in his mind.
"Stop the march. Continue to send people to monitor Qingzhou. Send Luo Shixin to drive those scouts into the city!"
"Here!"
Orders were issued one after another, and as Li Shimin watched the soldiers leaving in a hurry, he suddenly looked northwest and felt a little impatient in his heart.
Communication in this era is still too inconvenient!
Coupled with this heavy snow, the delivery speed of messages has been slowed down several times!
He now doesn’t know what the Gyeongju City ahead looks like!
I don't know if Yang Wenqian would choose to resist in a corner or surrender when faced with the overwhelming army.
In short, the future is now unclear, just like the white snow in the vast sky, everything has become blurred.
"Everyone will fight even if they know they will die, right? Not to mention that I brought 50,000 people this time, which is enough to give him hope!"
After muttering something to himself in his heart, Li Shimin's eyes finally became firmer.
He is a very decisive person.
No regrets! Having come this far, he has no way out.
If Yang Wenqian cannot be forced to rebel this time, then the game that he has worked so hard these days will completely fail!
And the prince's subsequent counterattack will also make it even more difficult for him to resist.
"Now, there is only one opportunity for Yang Wenqian to make up his mind!"
Li Shimin clenched his fists, thinking this. At the same time, Xue Shou, a hundred miles away, was also thinking hard about where this opportunity would come from.
In Qingzhou City, a dozen people have gathered in the main hall of the Governor's Mansion. These are all Yang Wenqian's trusted subordinates.
Some of them came here despite the wind and snow last night, and now they gathered together, whispering to each other, but their expressions were a bit complicated and ugly.
"Everyone is here?"
As a dry voice sounded, the huge main hall immediately fell silent, and then everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure walking from behind.
There is no doubt that the person coming is none other than Yang Wenqian!
Although Yang Wenqian had woken up at this time, he still seemed a little depressed after the sudden blow. Even when he moved around, he was not as vigorous as before, but became a little weak.
Fortunately, he was born as a warrior, and he had to be replaced by a scholar. In this case, it was probably a matter of whether he could get out of bed or not.
Step by step, he walked to the main seat and sat down. Yang Wenqian raised his head and glanced at everyone present. He coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, everyone has heard about what's going on outside now, right?"
Everyone in the hall nodded subconsciously when they heard this, but no one spoke first.
They all knew the situation at this time, so they were all waiting to see others jump out and express their opinions.
Yang Wenqian, who was sitting in the main seat, seemed to have guessed that it would be like this. He looked around everyone, then patted the armrest of the chair and said, "I won't say any more nonsense. Now the court is talking about us.
There is a rebellion, and the army is just outside the city! I am calling you here now because I want to hear your opinions. Let everyone talk about it. Those who are wrong will not be blamed, and those who are right will be rewarded."
"Buzz..."
This time, there was a slight commotion in the hall, and several people looked at Wang Wenju a little distantly. They may all be thinking in their hearts: The court said that you are the one who rebelled, not us! If they want to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan, they will also exterminate you. Don't
Pull us up.
"How about we go talk to King Qin? Someone must have made a mistake about this matter. How can we rebel?"
After waiting for a long time, just when Yang Wenqian was gradually losing his patience, a middle-aged scribe finally spoke out tentatively.
Immediately afterwards, many people nodded in agreement.
These days, all the dead Taoists and poor Taoists are plotting rebellion! This is the grave crime of confiscating the family and exterminating the clan! Who would want to be charged with such an unclear crime?
"Do you want to talk together?" Yang Wenqian asked lightly.
"Yes, peace talks! This is an unforeseen disaster!"
"Yes, yes, we provoked whom, why do we say we are rebelling? The court must have made a mistake!"
"..."
This chapter has been completed!