At the beginning of the first month of the spring of the second year of Zhi De, but if the calendar is used in Luoyang City, it should be called the first month of the second year of Dayan Shengwu.
In front of the Ziwei Palace in Luoyang, a general wearing damaged armor and disheveled hair knelt in front of Duanmen. Behind him were dozens of Yiluohe warriors who had escaped death and returned to Luoyang with him.
The general's face was full of sorrow and he cried profusely in front of the palace, but what he received was the pointing fingers of the imperial soldiers on the tower.
He coughed to clear his hoarse throat, wiped away his tears, and suddenly turned around and asked the subordinates behind him: "Am I miserable like this?"
The subordinates were stunned by his sudden question. Did their mood change so quickly? Even he believed it just now, so it was more of a show.
"Well, it's quite miserable."
"It's okay to be miserable. If it wasn't miserable, and you and I didn't cry hard enough, even if we knelt down until the morning of the day after tomorrow, we still wouldn't be able to see our adoptive father, no, His Majesty the Emperor Shengwu."
An Shouzhong just turned his head for a moment, and his demeanor had completely changed. Sadness flooded his face, and he was wailing and almost desperate.
With a creak, the closed palace door slowly opened outwards. An Lushan's confidant eunuch Li Zhuer had slowly walked out of the end door with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of eunuchs carrying an empty chariot.
An Shouzhong raised his head in shock. What does this mean? What happened? Could it be that His Majesty Emperor Shengwu has already passed away?
"An Shouzhong, Your Majesty asked me to ask you." Li Zhuer's tone was as gentle as a woman's, but the next moment his face suddenly twisted ferociously, and he shouted loudly: "An Shouzhong! Zhang Tongru! Li Guiren! You dogs!"
What the fuck, you swallowed shit! You ruined all the belongings I had accumulated in half my life, ruined my Yiluohe! You killed my godson Xiaozhe! You beasts, how dare you come back to see me!
Why don't you jump into the Yellow River and drown yourself! What a fool!"
Li Zhuer suddenly closed his mouth, restored his previous graceful and demure posture, and whispered in a low voice: "These are your Majesty's exact words."
An Shouzhong's face was horrified, he was sweating profusely, his body was trembling and he asked with a choked voice: "Is this what your Majesty said?"
"Yes, do you still want to see him now?"
He crawled on the ground and took two steps back, but was blocked by his brother kneeling behind him. He lowered his head and hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Please Eunuch Li lead us to see the driver."
"We? Aren't you going alone? Huh?" Several people behind him also backed away.
An Shouzhong chuckled: "Since we are all adopted sons, why should we favor one over the other? We all share the blessings and share the hardships, and no one has to shrink back."
Li Zhuer turned around in a daze, walked slowly to the doorway, turned his head and raised the corners of his coquettish lips and said, "Do you still want to follow me?"
This voice made An Shouzhong feel goosebumps all over his body. This eunuch had already transformed himself into a woman.
He plucked up the courage and led a group of brothers to follow the eunuch Li Zhuer, passed through the Duanmen and entered the Yingtian Gate, passed through the Qianyuan Gate and bypassed the Mingtang of the Wanxiang Shrine. From Chunhui Gate, bypassed the Wensi Hall and entered Guangda Tower.
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Zhongshu Ling Yan Zhuang trotted down the stairs with his hands on his neck. After seeing An Shouzhong below, he straightened up and walked slowly, but his palms were always pressed on his neck.
An Shouzhong and others crossed their hands at him and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Yan, public security officer."
Yan Zhuang glared at them angrily, then quickly walked downstairs in two steps, as if he had been troubled by them. When he passed by An Shouzhong, he happened to see the scar on his neck. This should be
The scars left by soft objects from the whip.
An Shouzhong took a breath of cold air. Even the most trusted prime minister was beaten like this. They were in danger, so they couldn't help but slow down and retreat.
Li Zhuer stood on the stairs with his hands behind his hands and deliberately shouted loudly: "See you, An Shouzhong!"
If they don't go up at this time, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as being whipped. They bravely climbed up the stairs slowly.
An Lushan was sitting in a thin yellow silk dress in the second-floor palace with flying curtains. The scars on his neck made him afraid to wear hard clothes. Even if he was rubbed by the silk, he would still feel pain.
Several concubines who had just been whipped ran out from the ground with their bare feet wrapped in half-exposed skirts. They looked panicked, as if they were running away from monsters.
Despite being frightened, An Shouzhong was able to cast his lustful eyes on the concubines a few times. It seemed that the shock was not severe enough. They broke through the floating gauze hanging from the palace, and with the draft blowing in from the doors and windows, these
The yellow and white gauze billows like a sail, and An Lushan's fat figure is looming in the middle. It should have been a beautiful picture, but it became gloomy and charming because of his presence.
He sat upright on the bed, the shadowy whites of his eyes taking up a lot of space, his pupils looked very blurry, and the muscles on his face were twitching ferociously.
An Shouzhong led dozens of brothers to kneel on the ground at a distance and shouted loudly: "My son, An Shouzhong, is here to see His Majesty the Emperor Shengwu. I wish His Majesty longevity and longevity!"
"You piece of shit, come up quickly and let me see you!"
An Shouzhong's arms trembled, and he crawled forward a few steps with a look of surprise.
"Climb further! Hurry up!"
He climbed a few more steps, and was already less than three feet away from Anlu Mountain. The other party's empty and white eyes were wide open, staring back and forth in the empty air, and he couldn't see An Shouzhong kneeling below.
"Come forward quickly, believe it or not, I will beat you to death!"
He hurriedly came forward and lay down at the foot of Anlu Mountain. Fatty An stretched out his palm to touch his head, then quietly took out a quilt from his back with his other hand, and slapped An Shouzhong head and face.
When he came down, An Shouzhong knelt on the ground and endured the pain, shouting repeatedly: "Father, please spare my life, Your Majesty, please spare your life. Please spare your life..."
An Lushan's face showed no signs of change. He stood up and swung his whip violently, hitting him again and again. An Shou Zhongshi couldn't bear it anymore and thought to himself that he was so stupid, why didn't he know how to run?
Anyway, this old boy is already blind.
He rolled away and dodged, pretending to scream out in pain, but An Lushan was only blind, not deaf, and the feeling of the belt being drawn on his flesh and being drawn on the floor were completely different. How could he not tell the difference?
, and immediately yelled angrily: "You beast, get out of here and let me give you a good whipping, so that I can eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
He pricked up his ears and listened. Several adopted sons were kneeling below and were so frightened that their breath was uneven. The target was revealed in an instant. An Lushan immediately ran over with a whip and whipped them repeatedly. The adopted sons hurriedly
He imitated An Shouzhong and fled, running back and forth in the huge palace.
"How dare you run! I'll beat you beasts to death and destroy all my belongings!"
He kept walking at the foot of Anlu Mountain, stiffly turning his neck and using his ears to determine the direction. The hall was empty and there was nothing that could stop him. Only the gauze curtains were trampled down one by one by his fat body. In this gorgeous hide-and-seek game
Among them, the adopted sons can always be found by his whip, and when the whip falls, the sound of crying for father and mother can be heard. The eunuch Li Zhuer stood at the top of the stairs with his hands folded on his abdomen, with a gloating smile on his face, but
When An Lushan was about to approach the stairs, he squatted down and held his head in fear. He was afraid of being affected by this wave of anger.
An Lushan was panting from exhaustion, and the anger in his stomach had almost dissipated. He sat back on the bed with his whip in hand, puffed out his nostrils and said, "I'm done with my anger. Come here."
Everyone obviously couldn't believe what he said. They stood up and held their breath and turned their heads to look around. An Lushan didn't say anything anymore. He sat with his hands on his knees and his golden sword, with his braided hair hanging in front of his face and his eyes dull.
He looked very lonely.
An Shouzhong then slowly stepped forward, not even daring to make too much noise when he knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Father."
An Lushan raised his head and stared into the sky, and said in a low voice: "You all go to the Xin'an Camp, find Cui Qianyou and Xiang Runke, and counterattack Shaanxi County. You have to be my vanguard, the vanguard!"
An Shouzhong had doubts in his heart. The troops currently stationed in Luoyang were not enough to deal with the troops stationed by Li Siye and Guo Ziyi. Shi Siming led his troops to Henan to help. But he did not dare to disobey his adoptive father's opinions, so he had to cross his arms and respond with everyone.
The brothers slowly exited Guangda Building.
Zhongshu Ling Yan Zhuang just came out of Guangda Tower with his hands on his neck. It was because he advised An Lushan to abandon Luoyang and retreat to Yecheng in Xiangzhou that he was whipped by the furious An.
He was now sitting in the main hall of Prince An Qingxu of the East Palace, and said in a complaining tone: "Now he has scars due to illness, has a bad temper, and whips us ministers at every turn. He knows that the enemy army has just regained Chang'an with great momentum, but he has to rely on his temporary anger.
Fight hard against the enemy.
An Qingxu used bruise oil to smear the scar on his forehead, and said helplessly: "He wanted to avenge his adopted son Yiluohe, but it is a pity that God did not allow us to meet an opponent like Li Siye.
Before he raised his army, he was evenly matched with Li Siye, but now he has killed half of his troops, how can he swallow this sigh of relief?"
"Then let Cui Qianyou fight. He won't give up until he loses this fight."