"They're all here!"

The emperor was also a little confused.

He had been waiting for this moment for many years...

That year, Emperor Xiaojing handed him to Yi Niang.

"Order Yang Lue to take him away and tell Yang Lue that if he can assist the left, he will assist the left. If not, then... let him live a safe life."

"yes."

Yi Niang took one last look at Emperor Xiaoxing.

"Your Highness, please let me feed the child again!"

The woman held the baby in her arms and turned around in a hurry to feed the child in the palace.

The child sucked greedily.

A few tears fell on his face, but he felt nothing.

Yi Niang carried him out and walked quickly along the wall.

The fire was blazing outside, and the men in black were fighting desperately.

"Stop her!" someone shouted.

"Let's go!" The guards smiled at Yi Niang.

Then, keep going.

Inside, the filial emperor raised his glass and said to Huang, "It's time to go!"

After saying that, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The same is true for Huang.

"Emperor...home..."

…

The child gradually grew up. Before he was ten years old, he watched the farmers in the village work hard for a year, but they could still only make ends meet. He was very curious, why was this happening?

After he was ten years old, he went into the mountains to hunt and sell them in the city. He was often blackmailed by petty officials.

Why doesn't anyone care?

The boy is thinking.

That year, he went to Chang'an.

There, he saw the feasting and feasting, and saw countless well-dressed nobles.

He found that the more majestic a noble person was, the more contemptible he was.

Why is this happening?

The young man was puzzled.

The old man was knocking on the gate of the imperial city with his forehead. His face was covered with blood. He raised his head and shouted, "Your Majesty, there can only be one emperor in the Tang Dynasty!"

The old man turned around and staggered forward, as if he was questioning the heavens: "There will be no two days in the sky, and the five surnames of the family will be supreme and become the nameless emperor. How should the national policy be planned? Is it for the Tang Dynasty or for the powerful? If things go on like this, the generals of the country will

No country…”

"If a family of five surnames does not fall, I will die with my eyes closed!"

The sharp blade stabbed into the old man's abdomen...

The old man slowly knelt down and said painfully: "This Tang Dynasty! What... should we do?"

That night, the young man opened the history book given by the old man, and there were four big characters written on the first page.

——Family, country and world!

That old man’s name is Yan Cheng!

The young man went to Northern Xinjiang.

"The horse thieves are so fierce that our peace has been breached several times."

"What's the use of this young county magistrate? I'm afraid he will run away in a few days."

"Hey! The horse thief was defeated!"

"Wan Sheng!"

…

"We in Northern Xinjiang have worked hard to resist Northern Liao, why does Chang'an still deduct our money and food?"

"Even the food provided is often moldy. Is this for human consumption?"

"Are we not the people of the Tang Dynasty? Are we not the army of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Why are you treated so harshly when you are defending the country? Your Majesty, this is unfair!"

"What should I do if I don't have money or food? Envoy."

"Go and grab it from the other side!"

…

The floods were raging, and villages were destroyed by the floods. The villagers were wailing from high places, hoping that Chang'an could see their plight.

"No one is coming."

"But...but isn't it your Majesty's duty to send someone here?"

"Your Majesty is having fun with your concubine in the pear garden!"

"But what should we do in this world!"

The refugees were walking numbly on the official road. They didn't know where there was life. They only knew that they had to keep walking, as if they would die if they stopped.

Walking means you are still alive.

"Let's go, follow me to Northern Xinjiang!"

The refugees were brought to northern Xinjiang one by one.

Li Xuan asked himself.

——Why is this world like this?

"Zitai, what do you want from this country?" His wife asked him on the night when he raised his troops and marched south.

"I want this world to be peaceful forever!"

For this reason, he abandoned Chang'an and headed straight to southern Xinjiang.

For this reason, he first destroyed the Southern Zhou Dynasty and then returned to Guanzhong.

He eliminated everything in the world that threatened Datang.

At this moment, standing here.

The emperor stopped.

In front of him were Li Mi and Li Yuan's father and son.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Wang Hai flew over.

"Get out!" Ning Yayun pulled out her sword like lightning and slapped it away.

Boom!

Wang Hai was knocked away by a sword and hit the wall. He bounced a few times when he landed and made no sound again.

"Zhao Sanfu!"

Li Mi's eyes narrowed.

"exist!"

Zhao Sanfu killed the guard who was about to rush over with one strike.

Kneel down on one knee.

"I have met His Majesty!"

The emperor looked at the father and son in front of him.

"You're alright?"

"Stone!"

Li Mi screamed.

Behind him, a hand was pressed on his neck.

Then, a voice that was very familiar to him said: "My slave, Han Shitou, has met His Majesty!"

The emperor grabbed Li Yuan with one hand.
To be continued...