Chapter 552 The tide is coming, the beginning of the recovery of all things!
How is that possible?!
The old lady froze on the spot until the impatient Yu Fengxian snatched the information and finally came back to her senses, but her heart was still filled with huge shock.
Attacking a city by one person is enough to impress people, but manpower is sometimes limited. Even if the power is extraordinary, what if one person can suppress a city?
There are dozens of cities in the land of Yanzhou's nine prefectures, some are near or far away. Even if he travels around day and night, how many cities can one person hold?
Therefore, whether she or others, although they were shocked by one person's attack on the city, they did not take Yang Yu's so-called 'rebellion' to heart.
Just think that he is wanted by the court to vent his anger.
But now it seems that he is serious and has suppressed the Northwest King...
"He occupied the Northwest Daocheng?! What does he want to do? Does he really want to rebel?"
Zhang Wen'an had old eyes but was poisonous. He glanced at the contents of the intelligence and couldn't help being surprised. His beard trembled and he looked very moved.
He had a very deep memory of that young man with such powerful momentum.
I still remember that when I got to know him, there was still turmoil in Montenegro. At that time, it was just a glimpse and I didn't pay much attention to him.
But just a few years later, Xu Wenji proposed marriage on his behalf. At that time, he had even thought about admitting this person into the palace.
However, his progress was too fast and too incredible. After the rebellion in the palace, he was left with only fear.
What he persuaded his sister-in-law was actually just one sentence.
If such a person is really recruited as his son-in-law, will Long Yuandao still be named Zhang in the near future?
"So many masters!"
Yu Fengxian was amazed again and again.
These days, she has almost ruined the Splendid Mountains and Rivers List, and is extremely familiar with many of the masters on it.
That's it for Zhang Xuanyi. She has no interest in Zhang's stallion, but Ma Longtu and the great Zen master Xujing are both well-known masters in the world.
Being able to fight against them really made her a little envious.
"Wang Muzhi, or Xu Wenji?"
The old lady changed her mind and thought of this possibility, and immediately felt a huge threat.
The big shots in the divine capital thousands of miles away didn't know, so how could she not know Xu Wenji's great prestige in Longyuan, northwest and other places.
That old Confucian with clean sleeves served as an official for decades without earning a penny, but he left behind a huge reputation that ordinary people cannot match.
If he is really behind it, I'm afraid Long Yuandao...
"sister in law……"
Zhang Wen'an also thought of this possibility, his heart tightened and his expression became solemn.
"Let me think about it..."
The old lady was pacing back and forth, her brows furrowed deeply, and she felt a little dazed in her heart.
Once upon a time, when Yang Yu took action to quell the chaos, she was concerned about the safety of the palace and was in a low mood, and her feelings were not very deep.
But at this moment, she suddenly realized that she might be on the opposite side. She just felt the huge...
fear!
threaten!
A man with extraordinary talent and understanding, and possessing supernatural powers. He was not even young yet, and he has already become the most outstanding young genius in the world.
If you are determined to make things difficult for others, then how many people in the world can sleep in peace?
"Your Majesty!"
When the room fell into silence, the sound of exclamations and knees suddenly came from outside the door.
Everyone was shocked when they saw the slovenly Qi Changfa slowly walking over with one hand holding the thin and almost disfigured Old King Long Yuan.
"Grandpa! (old man)!"
"Brother!"
The three people in the room were all surprised and hurried forward, laughing or crying.
Different from being half asleep before, Old King Long Yuan has almost never opened his eyes since Long Yuan took the throne. Seeing him wake up now, all three of them had red eyes.
"Master Qi, I don't know that my eldest brother..."
"The chronic illness is difficult to recover from. King Long Yuan's injury has long been beyond the magical power of 'turning the ground into steel'. Years of losses have damaged the root..."
Qi Changfa shook his head slightly and said bluntly:
"Even if the legendary 'Tian Yuan Great Pill' is refined, there is only a 30% chance of survival and a 97% chance of death..."
One sentence completely wiped out the joy that had just arisen in the room. Several people felt their bodies were cold, and the old lady felt that her vision went dark and she almost fainted.
"how come?!"
With tears in her eyes, Yu Fengxian grabbed Qi Changfa and wanted to ask for more information, but was stopped by the hand that was so thin that it was almost skinny.
"Xiao Fengxian, you must understand etiquette."
The old man's words were weak, but Yu Fengxian couldn't help but shed tears: "Grandpa..."
"Don't cry, don't cry."
The old man smiled and wiped away his granddaughter's tears and comforted softly:
"Human life is destined by God. I can survive these years and watch you grow up. Grandpa is already satisfied."
His breath was weak, like a candle in the wind. Holding his wife's hand, he slowly walked into the house and asked Zhang Wen'an to get the 'Dossier Overview'.
"Brother, your body..."
Zhang Wen'an burst into tears, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to leave quickly to get it.
"The red-blooded Taoist's fingers turned into steel, which is really extraordinary. There is almost no flesh and blood in the old prince's body, and the source of it has been exhausted."
Qi Changfa sighed, feeling a little reluctant, but he still simply put the phrase "Pity the old mother as urgent as a law" on the desk:
"No reward for no merit."
"The master of the hospital has come all the way, and his thoughts are so serious. What does such a brand mean?"
The old lady's tears were still wet, but she also opened her mouth to answer, not wanting Old King Long Yuan to waste more energy.
Secondly, it is also because it is not easy to come from afar.
The journey from the capital of God to Longyuan is so long. Qi Changfa came so fast, so he must have traveled day and night...
Qi Changfa was a little moved, but still shook his head.
"Brother Qi, just accept it."
The old man also advised:
"This thing may be precious, but I am dying and can't use it."
"in this way……"
Qi Changfa thought about it and accepted the token, but he did not want to accept the favor in vain, so he said:
"Qi has not been out for many years. When he came out this time, he realized that it was difficult to travel. In this way, Qi will give you an 'armored car' as a gift..."
As he spoke, he turned and left without waiting for anyone to reply.
"Fengxian, go and see the master off."
The old man gave instructions and sent his granddaughter out. Zhang Wen'an, holding a document in his hand, also hurried over.
As the chief steward of the palace, even before the old prince was seriously injured, he would do all the big and small things, and would only summarize and hand over the most important things.
At this moment, just like before, both brothers felt a little sour in their hearts.
The old lady stood by with tears in her eyes, watching the old man flip through the documents. Zhang Wen'an spoke from time to time to explain to him.
After a long time, the old man seemed sleepy, put down the file and closed his eyes:
"There was a severe drought in Deyang. How many people died?"
"There are 48,672 people recorded in the register..."
Zhang Wen'an lowered his head.
"Isn't it registered?"
The old man's palms trembled slightly.
"No less than one million people..."
Whoosh!
Fierce eyes shot out from the old man's turbid eyes. He firmly grasped the big chair with his hands, and a ferocious look appeared on his withered face:
"A million people?!"
Plop!
Zhang Wen'an fell to his knees on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and broke down in sobs: "I am incompetent for my brother, I am incompetent for my brother..."
"Old man..."
The old lady's face was full of worry, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of energy to calm her down.
"Damn it, deserve to be killed!"
The old man coughed repeatedly and felt his fingers getting cold:
"Where is the Master of Deyang Palace?"
"Beheaded by Xu Wenji..."
"Where is the Lord of Qingzhou?!"
"Being imprisoned by Yang, Ling Chi was detained in Qingzhou City..."
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
The old man stood up suddenly, with a flush on his face:
"Where is Yang Yu?!"
"he……"
Zhang Wen'an smiled bitterly: "He was wanted by the court and fled to the northwest, rebelling..."
quiet!
The hall suddenly became audible, and the old man's breathing became heavier and heavier. After a while, he slumped down on the chair, sweating profusely:
"It's time to rebel, it's time to rebel!"
Seeing him like this, the old lady felt sad and shed tears:
"Don't bother yourself..."
Zhang Wen'an was panicked and hurriedly explained the cause and effect without reservation, including how he suggested and how he sent Yang Prison away.
"The world is in chaos, the world is in chaos..."
The old man's chest heaved, and he felt the fire in his heart rising, but he couldn't spit it out.
After a long while, he looked at the old lady:
"You are wrong, you are all wrong..."
"Wha, what?"
The old lady hurriedly wiped away her tears.
"Long Yuandao, you guys can't defend it..."
The old man said numbly.
"Keep it!"
Zhang Wen'an suddenly raised his head:
"I swear here, even if I risk my life, I will protect our ancestral heritage! If Yang Yu wants to offend me, Long Yuan, he must..."
"wrong."
The old man spoke and looked at his incompetent brother. For a moment, his emotions surged, and he almost wanted to slap him:
"I, the Zhang family of Longyuan, have built a border for our country, but you actually think that the great enemy is Yang Yu? Troubled times are coming, the building will collapse, and foreign races will definitely invade the border...
What 'ancestral heritage' are you still thinking about?!"
"Brother..."
Zhang Wen'an didn't dare to talk back, he was just worried that he would get angry:
"In your opinion, what should we do..."
"Here, bring me pen and ink."
The old man calmed down his breath with difficulty and picked up the pen tremblingly.
Zhang Wen'an slowly grinded it and swept it away with his peripheral vision. He couldn't help but change his color. If it weren't for the majesty of his eldest brother, he would have almost shouted in surprise.
I saw the old man's writing strokes:
"...If the world is in chaos, foreign tribes will surely invade. At that time, if my Zhang family is unable to defend the land, then the land of Longyuan can be taken by all the heroes in the world!"
…
A spring breeze came overnight, and the deep winter, which was much longer than usual, finally passed.
Inside and outside Heishan City, many pear blossoms have been blooming quietly, and the green color is smeared on the earth and spreading towards the end of the sky.
At this moment, the weather is still a bit chilly, but the people who have almost missed the farming season have completely ignored it and are sowing day and night.
Thanks to the special situation of Black Mountain City, it snowed continuously for months, and the nearby farmland was not frostbitten.
"Old lady, slow down, slow down..."
Behind the Tutu Temple, the old man hurriedly stepped forward and took over the work from his mother-in-law.
"This little guy can't come out."
Grandma Yang stroked her belly, feeling helpless.
"This can't be rushed..."
The old man helped his mother-in-law back to the temple, and inadvertently glanced at the corner, a little surprised:
"When did a tree grow?"
"Is there really a sapling?"
Grandma Yang was also a little curious. She went up to take a look and was a little surprised: