Three months passed quietly. This preparation time was obviously not enough for an unprecedented showdown that could determine the direction of the entire Central Plains.
But relatively speaking, everyone does not have enough preparation time. I can only say that time is fair to everyone.
August 15th is the day for offering sacrifices, wearing hairpins, meeting relatives and friends, and dismantling. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival. It is a pity that the sky is gloomy and dark clouds are rolling in the sky. It seems that even God knows that today's situation is serious. , to enhance the atmosphere, even at night, it is estimated that it is difficult to see the Mid-Autumn Festival full moon.
Chang'an City, which had been abandoned for some time, today welcomed waves of uninvited guests.
In front of Mingde Gate, the dilapidated city wall can be said to be in ruins. The roof of the city tower is leaky and can block the wind, but it cannot block the rain. Broken tiles are scattered everywhere, some of which were broken by themselves. Some of them were lucky enough not to be smashed and then trampled to pieces by the panic pace. People who can profile can easily profile a chaotic scene at that time as long as they stand on the Castle Tower Mountain.
The city gate under the city tower disappeared, with only a few bare door shafts turning occasionally, making a mournful sound. There were overgrown weeds in front of the gate, the wind was strong, and dead leaves, grass roots, and dust were flying, falling on the ruined city wall. The crows above were neighing, not because they were afraid of strangers, but because they were cheering for the uninvited guests who were about to enter the city this time.
Of course, it may also be that you are practicing for a group of people who are about to die!
"Chang'an, I'm back!"
The leader of the uninvited guests raised his head, looking at the ruins of the city, and couldn't help but sigh.
This person was wearing a dark red robe and carrying a broad sword on his back. It was Li Xingyun who was carrying the Longquan Sword.
She was half a body behind Li Xingyun, and was almost a head shorter in height. She was barely equal to Li Xingyun because of her high-erected hair crown. The empress in Qi Wang's uniform looked at this bleak scene, He also felt something in his heart: "It seems that after Zhu Wen burned this place down, few people came here again!"
"But today, this place is destined to be lively!"
The depressed mood on Li Xingyun's face disappeared in an instant, and his eyes became firm. He turned to the people behind him and said, "Let's go! Let's go and see what the scale of this Hongmen Banquet is!"
Two months ago, in order to seize the opportunity, Li Xingyun, the fake state of Jin, raised its troops to march westward. Shangluo and Chang'an were successively included in the territory of the state of Jin. Li Xingyun also changed from the former host to a banquet attendee.
This should be considered a humiliating thing, but it doesn't matter, all these things will be ended on this day.
As Li Xingyun and the empress entered the Mingde Gate, behind them were Lu Linxuan, the father and son of the Tianshi Mansion in Xuanwu Mountain - Tianshi Zhang Xuanling and his son Zhang Zifan, and the three sages of Huanyinfang - Duowentian, Miaochengtian and Xuanjing Oh, and then there was Shangguan Yunque who was driving a carriage, and a group of people followed him into this city with a long history but now in dilapidated condition.
After entering Chang'an City from Mingde Gate, the human walls in the city pointed out the way for Li Xingyun and his party.
The first thing that catches the eye is a flag with the word "Shu". It is obvious that the army of Shu is the first to greet them. The soldiers of Shu have swords across their waists one by one, with their heads held high, their eyes unsquinted, and their majesty and solemnity, giving people a feeling of impact. The elite aura coming. At the same time, the originally wide street was surrounded by Shu soldiers on three levels inside and three outside, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.
So, is this a show of confidence? Li Xingyun thought without thinking.
In the past three months, Huanyinfang's intelligence was continuously reported to him. He knew that the king of Shu, the king of Chu, the king of Wu, the king of Wuyue, the king of Han, the king of Min, the king of Jinghai, and the king of Dingnan were successively killed by the impostor. He tried every means to win over Li Siyuan.
But is this the impostor’s intention, or is it the Shu King’s intention?
While Li Xingyun was thinking, the group of people had unknowingly arrived at the flag with the word "Shu". There was a table there with a teapot and several teacups on it.
Seeing Li Xingyun's arrival, a soldier beside the flag suddenly came out and called to Li Xingyun: "Master Li, wait a moment!"
Li Xingyun was stunned when he heard this, what other tricks is this?
Seeing Li Xingyun stopped, the soldier came to the table, picked up the teapot on the table, filled the teacup with some oily tea, and respectfully offered it to Li Xingyun: "Master Li, please drink. Tea!"
Before Li Xingyun came back to his senses, the empress turned back and glanced at Duowentian. Duowentian immediately understood, took out a silver needle, stepped forward, and put the needle into the cup of tea. When the soldier saw this, he didn't have any superfluous reaction. He still served the tea honestly. He seemed to be upright and not afraid of shadows, and he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door when he had done nothing wrong. He was calm and composed.
Duo Wentian took the silver needle and gently stirred it in the tea a few times. Seeing that there was no abnormal reaction on the silver needle, he returned to his original position.
Li Xingyun finally came to his senses and drank the cup of tea in one gulp. Perhaps this was what King Meng Zhixiang of Shu meant!
After taking the teacup handed back by Li Xingyun, the soldier stepped aside, spread his arms and bowed forward, "Master Li, please!"
Accepting the kindness of the King of Shu, Li Xingyun and his party continued to move forward, successively passing through "Chu", "Wu", "Wuyue", "Han", "Min", "Jinghai", "Dingnan" and other aspects. Flag, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Li Xingyun and his party finally arrived at the Suzaku Gate.
The gate of Suzaku Gate is still there, but it is now closed. Li Xingyun knows that behind this gate will be the place where the final battle will take place.
Taking a deep breath, Li Xingyun slowly opened the city gate and looked at the school field behind the city gate. Hundreds of eyes in the school field were also watching at this moment.
"Your Highness, people are here!"
Li Siyuan closed Tongwen Hall's signature folding fan, squinted his eyes slightly and reminded his left front.
In front of and to the left of Li Siyuan was a vermilion wood couch. There was a person lying on the vermilion wood couch. That person was the same as Li Xingyun in terms of clothing and appearance. The person slowly opened his eyes, and his fiery gaze suddenly shot forward. On Li Xingyun who opened the city gate.
"Boom!"
There was a dull thunder in the sky, and "Li Xingyun" could not help but raise a smile.
This time, he will never lose!
His eyes swayed slightly, and he saw a figure dressed in white, with white hair, and a crimson oil-paper umbrella pinned to his waist. It was a man with a 666.
"Li Xingyun" couldn't help but have a hint of greed in his eyes. Li Xingyun's noble bloodline will definitely be his today.
