"I'm not waiting."

Han Ji gasped and looked at Cao Ying, "Old Cao, why are you shaking?"

"Huh?" Cao Ying came to her senses, "Your hand."

Han Ji lowered his head and found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"Damn it! What sign is this?"

Cao Ying's eyelids were twitching wildly, and she said in disbelief: "It couldn't have been done by someone else, right? Ning Yayun?"

Lin Feibao shook his head, "I was on the side before, no one can hide it from me!"

This is extremely confident!

But, no one doesn’t believe it!

Cao Ying sniffed, "Destiny!"

…

After Yang Xuan finished offering incense, he turned around and faced the mountain gate, his body tall and straight.

The people outside were prostrate on the ground.

Han Ji's heart trembled, and a thought swirled in his heart.

"This scene..."

It looks familiar!

He accidentally saw Cao Ying burst into tears, "Old Cao, you..."

"The wind blew it!" Cao Ying wiped away her tears and said with a smile, "This incense is too powerful!"

"Yes!" Han Ji said: "Look at these people, at this moment, Lang Jun's words can drive them to go through fire and water.

Look at those sergeants, I bet that if Lang Jun pulls out his sword and points it wherever it goes, they will rush to kill him!"

When Yang Xuan walked out, he was quite surprised to see people kneeling on the ground outside.

"Mr. Lang, the people's hearts are attached to you." Cao Ying couldn't hide her excitement.

"The most important thing for the country is to sacrifice it to the army." Yang Xuan said: "This is a frontier fortress. The enemy is on the side, and it is difficult to calm people's hearts. Only things like this can calm people's hearts."

"This reminds me of Chang'an." Cao Ying said sarcastically: "Those nobles in Chang'an, even if they are offering sacrifices to the gods, they are probably full of glory and wealth!"

"But they have been rich for generations." Han Ji sneered: "On the contrary, those who work hard have been poor for generations."

The attitude of these two old ghosts today is a bit extreme!

"Everything in this world has its own gains and losses!" Yang Xuan felt like a philosopher, explaining to two somewhat extreme subordinates, "No one can tell what will be used to repay today's wealth tomorrow. You

Do you still remember those noble people from the previous dynasty?"

The two nodded.

Yang Xuan said: "When the Chen Kingdom fell, the world was in chaos. Someone who was interested climbed up and shouted, and the farmers dropped their hoes, picked up their swords and guns, formed a large army, and swept the world.

Those ants who were despised by the powerful have become the rulers of the world.

In those decades, how many powerful people died at the hands of rebels?

Wherever they passed, no chickens or dogs were left behind.

Someone had a wick inserted into their belly and burned with fat, day and night.

Some people were thrown into a cauldron and boiled to become military rations.

All men died, women were ravaged...

Therefore, as a person, don’t be too greedy. Don’t think too highly of yourself.

Don't regard yourself as a god and the world as ants.

It should be noted that the way of heaven is reincarnated, and it is impossible to say that it will be overturned one day."

"Yes!" Han Ji nodded, "There were so many powerful and powerful gentry in the Chen Kingdom, but by the time the Tang Dynasty was founded, there were very few left."

Cao Ying said: "But one family with five surnames has survived alone for many years."

Aren't you competing with the leader?

Han Ji glanced at Cao Ying and felt that Lao Cao was a little distracted.

Cao Ying also discovered her mistake and laughed a few times.

"It's not that I won't report it, the time has not yet come."

Yang Xuan mounted his horse and was surrounded by people as he drove away.

"This is quite insightful, but it's hard to say!" Cao Ying said: "I don't believe in any retribution from ghosts and gods. If there is retribution, why do those who have done so many bad things become rich and prosperous from generation to generation?"

"This is very true." Han Ji was also lawless.

The two looked at each other and felt a tacit understanding arise spontaneously.

Cao Ying's words reminded Yang Xuan of the Tang Dynasty in another world.

The leader of the Salt Gang who failed in the imperial examination led the rebels to conquer Chang'an with unstoppable force.

"The inner treasury was burned to ashes, and the public's bones were trampled on in the street!"

What kind of emperor, what kind of aristocratic family members, eventually fell into the sword.

"These two lines of poetry are so murderous!" Helian Yance came up immediately, a little confused, "Does Mr. Lang have murderous intentions in his heart?"

Yang Xuan shook his head, "It just came out casually."

Jiang He'er said: "How can you just say famous sentences casually?"

"I can do it!"

Yang Xuan was in a good mood. Seeing Jiang He'er's depressed look, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Poems are just for entertainment."

"Then, Mr. Master, can you say a few more murderous verses?" Jiang Heer tilted his head and asked, "I want to practice swordsmanship, but the momentum is not enough. If there are verses with murderous intent, it will be beneficial to me every time I think about it."

"This..." Yang Xuan said, "Let's wait until later!"

He spurred his horse and rushed out.

Lin Feibao followed closely, and heard Yang Xuan chant softly, "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will bloom and kill hundreds of flowers. The incense array will penetrate Chang'an, and the city will be filled with golden armor!"

This poem is simple.

But the overbearing murderous aura was shocking.

Lin Feibao thought of honoring the emperor.

Your Majesty died unjustly. Lang Jun is holding a grudge. He will kill all those rebellious ministers and traitors as soon as Chang'an is captured!

"good!"

Lin Feibao couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Zhang Xu discovered the beauty of this poem from another angle, "The city is full of golden armor, Commander!"

Lin Feibao nodded, "Lang Jun's subordinates should naturally wear golden armor."

Back at Zhoushe, Wang Laoer said: "Mr. Lang, I'm going to watch a sideshow."

"Go for it!"

Wang Laoer handed the horse to the guard and ran away in a flash.

Yang Xuan glanced at Liang Huahua on the wooden shelf and asked, "Have you checked it?"

The old thief nodded, "I checked, no problem."

"That's good."

After returning to Zhouli, Yang Xuan arranged some things and then set off for Taoxian.

…

When Yang Xuan arrived in Taoxian County, he happened to encounter an autumn rain.

The rain in late autumn was falling sparsely and non-stop, and the sky seemed to be splashed with ink, with heavy ink and understatement at the same time.

The county seat of Taoxian County is located in this landscape painting. The sergeant at the head of the city still stood upright in the rain, his eyes bright.

Hundreds of horses came galloping towards them, and started to slow down after being about a hundred paces away.

"Stop!"

After rejecting the horse, a sergeant shouted.

Yang Xuan dismounted and lifted his bamboo hat a little higher, "Chen Zhou Yang Xuan."

"I've met Mr. Yang!"

Yang Xuan led the horse into the city.

The shops on both sides of the street were open, and the merchants had their hands in their sleeves, standing lazily behind the counter, with their upper bodies lying on the counter, either talking casually to the clerks, chatting about business with fellow travelers, or
To be continued...