As night fell, the lights of hundreds of families were on the verge of time, and the oil lamps were blown out. At the third update, Shengjing fell into darkness, and only the white snow reflected the unbright moonlight.

In the deep palace, the imperial study room was brightly lit. People who lived in the palace all year round had already been used to Tang Yinlong's review of memorials all night long, and the Empress was also used to changing a pot of hot tea for her husband at this time.

But today is a little different. Tang Yinlong did not review the memorial again. Even if the hot tea was placed in front of him, he ignored it. He just browsed and looked serious.

Wen Qinglan forgot how long it had been since she saw His Majesty the Emperor make such an expression, but she remembered that the last time should be the night before Tang Yinlong ascended the throne.

At that time, Tang Yinlong was worried about whether he had the ability to govern the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Now he spent more time thinking about how to better govern the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

But today he is worried about the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Wen Qinglan sat silently beside Tang Yinlong with him, and never spoke, but she knew that silent companionship at this time was the best spiritual comfort for Tang Yinlong.

After a while, sparks burst out from the oil lamp and made a 'pop' sound. Tang Yinlong finally broke the silence and said, "Actually, I am half a native of Qingzhou."

Wen Qinglan continued to remain silent. Tang Yinlong didn't wait for her to speak, and said again: "Although he was once a rebel general of the Great Zhou Dynasty, why do you need to force yourself into a dead end?"

Tang Yinlong closed his eyes and kept tapping on the table with his hands. The rhythm gradually accelerated. When it was so fast that people felt irritable, he suddenly stopped and said, "Unless, this is not a dead end!"

Wen Qinglan's face suddenly changed when she heard this, and she finally said, "What will the prosperous Tang Dynasty face?"

Tang Yinlong pressed his left eye with his fingers, feeling his eyelids twitching wildly, and said, "Explanation!"

The eunuch Xiao Fuzi, who seemed to never be too far from His Majesty, walked into the imperial study room.

Tang Yinlong said: "I ordered King Wu Ding Wu Hai, King Li Zizhi of Zhenjiang, King Ao Yu Wen Qingfeng. King Zhao Donghai of the prosperous era came to the palace to meet the saint, and ordered King Tao Dayou of the Armor to return to the capital quickly.

Xiao Fuzi bowed and then walked into the dark Shengjing city.

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On the early winter night of the prosperous Tang Dynasty when the storm was coming, many people could not fall asleep.

Behind the Fengyue Tower, which was singing every night, Li Wan'er sat on her small wooden bench, and in front of her were more than a dozen Mingyue Palace deacons.

There were no electric oil lamps in the courtyard, and the deacons were dressed in black, as if they had merged into the night. Li Wan'er was dressed in blue. Although her appearance was ordinary, she did not dare to make any sound when she was serious, and she deliberately lowered her breathing even if she was breathing normally.

"Are you a group of pigs?"

"What useful news have you come up with until now on the Qingzhou Uprising?"

As she said that, Li Wan'er threw a stack of rice paper in her hand to the ground, and the paper was flying. She continued: "What else do you do except roughly, almost the same?"

As Li Wan'er's voice of scolding grew higher and higher, the deacons' heads became more and more under.

"Why did the Yueming Palace be established at the beginning of the founding of the prosperous Tang Dynasty?"

"It's just to punish the resumption of the weekly meeting. What are you doing these years? I feel that I can hide it from it by catching a few small fish and shrimps?"

Li Wan'er was not sure whether she was too excited or she was unwell and coughed twice, but she did not ease the atmosphere. She continued to scold: "If Yueming Palace can't even do her job well, what is the meaning of it?"

Everyone was still silent.

"At first it was just a group of mobs. Now, the rebel army dared to establish, without the participation of the Zhou Dynasty. What did they do? Where did the food come from?"

"And it's actually called Xiajun, haha." Li Wan'er laughed in anger and said, "I bewitch people's hearts and use the people, but I dare to use the word Xia!"

Everyone was criticized for an hour in front of this man who looked young but was the first person in Yueming Palace. They were always tall and were like a dog that was stranded at this time, and they couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. But what if they felt uncomfortable? They could only bear it.

After Li Wan'er scolded her enough, she said, "Starting from the grain channel, Qingzhou is poor and there is not so much food. It must be transported in the other three states."

"The army should be equipped with people as internal supporters, and it is okay to find some capable people to get some letters of vote."

"Everyone in Qingzhou will also send people. Rumors trick people, and they would rather kill the wrong ones than let them go."

"When General Xu Qing arrives in Qingzhou, you must provide enough information."

After four sentences, the deacons said one after another: "I will never be disgraced."

Li Wan'er smiled disdainfully and said, "I oath that this thing is undoubtedly like shit. I have found many clues about the reunion of the Zhou Dynasty before. Now that the rebel army has appeared, it is still the same process. Is he still so fucking swearing?"

Everyone was speechless.

Li Wan'er said again: "Get out."

The deacons walked out of the courtyard in a daze.

Li Wan'er didn't move. From time to time, her handsome servant walked up to her. Li Wan'er said, "Supervise, there is an insider in Yueming Palace. I don't know one, it's likely that there are hundreds or thousands."

The servant bowed and turned around and left the courtyard.

Li Wan'er looked at the particularly unbright moonlight tonight and felt her body getting colder and colder. She knew that her previous feeling was right, and the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty was going to be in chaos.

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At the same time, there were more than 30 black-clad men who had just arrived in Longyan City. Among these people, young people were the majority, and young people named Qin Hong were also the ones.

Qin Hong just finished Double Ten this year, and his realm has reached the middle level of the Lingyuan Realm. He is a genius of cultivation. He has been studying for twenty years, but he is not an embroidered pillow. He has licked blood in the barren mountains and killed countless people in the Western Regions.

Today, the master's sect has a fate. When he came to this seemingly dilapidated city, he felt a little angry. In his opinion, what can be repaired by the broken city wall? It can be broken by only one person, and none of the waste in the army can be attracted to, so he plans to establish his authority today.

The process of establishing authority is very simple. It means that both parties mocked each other and beat each other. No one could beat him, so his authority was established.

The result of establishing authority was also good. After Qin Hong defeated eighteen people in a row, no one dared to fart in the huge military camp of the Xiajun.

So he blew his fist, but did not show any arrogant attitude and said, "Everyone, I'll give in."

For Qin Hong, he looked down on these people in his heart, but after winning, he could still gain a lot of good popularity. This is what he thinks is arrogance.

Qin Hong's move won many applause. No matter what army in the world, they naturally advocate martial arts. Although the chivalrous army has only begun to take shape, the same is true.

Amid the applause, Qin Hong smiled slightly, and was surrounded by many soldiers who wanted to become powerful for advice. He answered one by one, and everyone's brows were relieved and they were grateful.

Upon hearing this, Tang Qinian smiled bitterly, Chen Yuxiang laughed loudly, and Zhang Xiaodao also chuckled lightly. Above the city wall were three kinds of laughter, one after another.

In the 18th year of Yuanqi, on the wall of Wujiang City, Zhang Xiaodao watched Wujiang River, broke through the orifices, melted the sky tree, and entered the spiritual source. He was only nineteen years old! (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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