Today, the Moon Tower is overcrowded.

Almost all the Yanjing people, from high-ranking officials to the prestigious people, have sharpened their heads just to gain a place in Luoyue Tower. Luoyue Tower naturally will not miss this good opportunity to make money, and an ordinary seat was sold for ten gold.

Those civilians who have no money to buy seats can only stand under the corridor or by the street, buy some tea and food. When chatting in Hu Tianhai, they can be considered comfortable and comfortable.

In the main hall, the storyteller behind the screen slapped Xingmu on the table, which shocked the audience to calm down immediately. The storyteller cleared his throat and then started talking about the place that had not been completed last time.

"When it comes to King Chen's army to enter the battlefield, the scorching sun is unparalleled. He made a strange plan in the battle of Haoye, forcing the enemy to have nowhere to go... He first showed his strength and was named the king and the general to take advantage of the young."

After the people below shouted and cheered, the storyteller slapped the awkward again and said, "If you want to know what happened next, please listen to the next breakdown." After saying that, he walked off the stage despite the audience's complaints. The boy in green immediately understood and lifted up his clothes and went to ask the audience for the silver reward.

Everyone was very happy to hear, and the silver gave it very generously. After a while, the little boy had already filled his arms with silver. The little boy bit the golden turtle and smiled with his eyebrows. The old man who was telling the story also stroked his beard and smiled so hard that he couldn't stop.

The conversation gradually rose in the hall, and we were arguing, as if we were about to lift the roof of Luoyue Tower.

A rough male voice attracted special attention in this chaotic noise. "Our Prince Chen is still powerful. He can achieve such a record when he first went to the battlefield at the age of 16. With just 10,000 people, he defeated the 100,000 troops in Xijing to the point of falling, crying for his parents."

A man who looked like a vegetable vendor squeezed in from the crowd and immediately shouted when he saw the heroes' seeing each other, "It's right, over the years, the Ninth Prince fought everywhere, expanding territory for our Dongqi, and invincible in battle, and he still has no defeat. He is the God of War of Dongqi!"

"Opinion to head", a man with a slightly Sichuan-Shaanxi accent slapped the table, which attracted the attention of the surrounding spectators. "Your Highness Chen attacked the Southern Barbarians in this battle, Yohe, and they were beaten to the point of being scattered, forcing the emperor of the Southern Yi to cede land and seek peace. This battle was so fucking so fuckingly."

There was a lot of congratulations around, and some people followed them and shouted that they wanted to join the army, saying that they would follow King Chen to make achievements, and that they would be famous in history.

"What does a group of rural villagers know?" A young man in a gorgeous costume said disdainfully, but his voice was not loud, but it calmed down the noisy discussions around him.

When he saw that his goal was achieved, he was unhappy and said, "The King Chen went to Nanchu to fight for Nanchu this time, and he actually slaughtered a city in Nanchu, and even the weak, women and children were reluctant to let go. He was really an evil star. How could he be as kind as the prince's kindness?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other young men sitting around him nodded and agreed, saying that the prince was a great virtue, the prince was a reckless man.

"Young Master's words are wrong."

On the other side, a scholar in white walked out of the crowd, his eyebrows and eyes were warm and he had a strong scholarly spirit. Although his clothes were slightly yellowed, he walked with a generous attitude, neither humble nor arrogant in front of the arrogant nobleman, and he did not see any crampage.

He shook his clothes and said seriously: "His Highness Chen is a man who only knows how to kill. At first, King Chen did intend to surrender to the people of Southern Chu, but the people of Southern Chu went back on their word and wanted to wipe out our army with a deceptive surrender. King Chen saw through the trick, so he used the tricks to wipe out all the enemies. Such a general is well deserved to be known as the God of War."

He looked directly at the young man in a gorgeous clothes whose face was flushed by him and said lightly: "If there were no frontline soldiers who were in the blood on the battlefield, how could you enjoy wealth here?"

"Okay!" A cheer sounded in the crowd.

The young man in Huayi had never been so dismissed in public. He said ruthlessly: "This young man is Xu Zhu, the son of Xu Qian, the current Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Who are you? Come quickly to report it."

The scholar in white was not afraid at all, but instead stepped forward and said generously: "I am the new Minister of Revenue Wang Shu."

"Wang Shu!" A burst of exclamation broke out from the crowd, "He is Wang Shu, the Minister of Revenue who has advanced to the officialdom with the Han concubine?"

"Oh my God, how did he do it? Are the aristocratic families willing to reward students from poor families with one or half positions?"

Wang Shu stood up straighter in the eyes of everyone, either questioning, envious, or disdainfulness, and his eyes were not shrunk at all when he looked at Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu was defeated in this silent battle, but he was never willing to give up. He sneered and said, "Wang Shu, very well, I remember you, please wait for me." After that, he lifted his robe and sat back on the table.

Wang Shu bowed his hand around as a courtesy, not at all affected by Xu Zhu's harsh words just now.

Yue Luo sat in the private room on the second floor, drinking tea while listening to the conversation downstairs.

Brother Xin stood behind her listening to the various comments downstairs, frowned and said, "The contradiction between the aristocratic families and the poor and common people is so clear."

Yue Luo smiled when she heard this, "The gentry and common people have formed a party, and it is indeed clear." She walked to the terrace outside the private room and looked at the distance from the railing.

The gray sky just now showed a ray of light. She squinted her eyes and looked at the golden halo.

"Water fills up, and moon fills up, and aristocratic families have a strong foundation since the founding of Dongqi. However, the children of aristocratic families have long been greedy for enjoyment, and have long lost the ambitions of their ancestors when they conquer the world, and are even useless idiots."

She turned her eyes away from Xu Zhu, and the white clothes in the noisy crowd became more and more eye-catching. "In contrast, the common people have accumulated wealth by operating the most shameless business of the aristocratic family in the past twenty years and have risen rapidly. What they need now is political status, rather than being trampled by the aristocratic family forever."

She continued, "Now that the emperor claims to be sick and does not serve as the prince to supervise the country, the common people will be suppressed for a while."

At this time, the thick city gate slowly opened, and suddenly ran out of the outside of the city, carrying an iron armored soldier. He held a flag in his hand, making a sound in the rapid wind, and there was a word "Yin" like an iron-painted silver hook.

He shouted loudly: "King Chen returns to the court, and the idle people avoid it. King Chen returns to the court, and the idle people avoid it."

Everyone hurriedly retreated to both sides of the street, and the people in Luoyue Tower rushed out, rushing to see the style of the God of War.

The palace gate gradually opened with the rapid sound of horse hooves. The iron armored imperial guards came out one after another, holding soldiers and halberds in their hands and arranged them on both sides of the street. The soldiers held red felt in their hands, paving the corridor from the city gate to the palace at an extremely fast speed. The royal treasure banners and canopies lead layer by layer to the high platform at the end of the corridor.

The eunuch whispered loudly, "Ta-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Only then did everyone realize that it was the prince who had gone out of the city to reward the army, so they all knelt on the ground and shouted, "The prince is Qiansheng".

I saw a figure of Chu Huang raised his right hand slightly on the platform. The eunuch immediately understood and said sharply: "Everyone - people - flat - bodies". The tail sound was dragged slenderly, and it made people feel goosebumps all over.

Suddenly, a horn seemed to come from a faraway place, and everyone's minds were captured by the low and distant sound. For a moment, the entire capital calmed down, and even the air seemed to be filled with the chill brought from the battlefield.

The loud sound of horse hooves seemed to come from the horizon, but everyone present trembled. Yue Luo stood upstairs without even seeing the shadow of a soldier, and was almost breathless by the sudden feeling of oppression.

At this moment, a black wave suddenly surged out from the city gate, completely filling her gaze. Except for the magnificent iron armored troops that could swallow the sky and block the sun, there was nothing else in her eyes.

Since ancient times, kings and princes were not allowed to lead troops to Beijing, but King Chen returned to the court with great victory and made great achievements. The emperor allowed him to bring a thousand elite troops to the palace for rewards, and the remaining hundreds of thousands of soldiers were stationed in Jiangcheng, 800 miles away from Jingzhou to obey the orders of the Hou.

The soldiers' armor reflected a cold metallic luster in the sun, which was dazzling.

The black-armored iron cavalry was divided into ten rows, and a battle flag with a black background and gold edge fluttered in the wind, which was many times larger than the flag in the soldier's hand just now. The powerful and powerful character "Yin" shone with a faint red light in the sun, as if it was stained with blood, which made people frightened.

In front of the team, one man rode a horse first, and the ten columns were behind him ten steps, with uniform steps, just like one person, and each step made the earth seem to tremble.

Under everyone's gaze, the general who took the lead arrived at the stage. He stopped the horse. The horse raised its front hooves and neighed. The ten rows of iron cavalry behind him immediately stopped.

Everyone was shocked by this military posture. The brilliant royal ceremonial guards in front of such a majestic army seemed so dull that they obscured them and became the background of the thousand iron cavalry, and there was no more color.

Yue Luo frowned at the person standing under the high platform. He was so far away from her that she could not even see his eyebrows clearly, and she could already feel the pressure from him. This feeling was like being strangled by someone's throat, suffocating her.

She knew that this was Xuan Yin, the killing god Xuan Yin, who made the enemy scared.

He turned over and dismounted, untied his sword from his waist and handed it to the servant beside him, lowered his head slightly, and knelt three feet away from the prince with half bent legs. She never thought that someone would be so arrogant even when kneeling to receive the imperial edict.

The prince spread the bright yellow brocade in his hand and read it out.

She was too far away and could not hear the content of the edict clearly. The heroic general, the king, took the edict from the prince, and then turned to face his soldiers.

"Long live"

"Long live"

"Long live"

The soldiers shouted in unison, and their anger soared into the sky, and they could almost stop the clouds. But at this moment, the rows of bright armored imperial guards were like the lacquer swallows under the wings of the goshawks, and the cub behind the male lion, so weak that they could withstand a single blow.

They are real soldiers, and they are so different from those who have become generals at birth but have never been on the battlefield in their lives and have only decorated majestic during royal sacrifices.

They were soldiers who had experienced many battles and used their enemy's heads to worship Dongqi's territory.

Yue Luo stood upstairs and looked at the man who was paying attention to it. Suddenly, he remembered the fact that he had once praised the heroes of the world with his senior brother. Li Chen, who had always been above the top, had only one sentence for Xuan Yin:

"This person is in this world, and he is for the blessing of the country and for the disaster of the people."

She didn't care at first, and felt that it was a bit exaggerating. Now she truly understood the meaning of this sentence.

The disasters of the country and the disasters of the people can really be attributed to him.

Perhaps she was thinking too focused, Xuan Yin, who was sitting upright on the horse, seemed to have noticed something, and he turned around and looked in the direction where the moon was.

Yue Luo was shocked and forced to meet his eyes from the air. Although they were far apart, they could still feel each other's vigilance and defense.

But in a moment, his eyes moved away from her.

He rode his horse and drove his army toward the barracks. The horse's hooves were flying, but in the blink of an eye, there was only smoke and dust in front of everyone, and there was no trace of the army.

It is worthy of being the Iron Eagle Army, but the marching speed is already shockingly fast.

Yue Luo's tense body suddenly relaxed, and then she realized that the clothes on her back were already soaked with cold sweat, sticking to her skin greasy, and the palms of her hands were also sweaty, which was uncomfortable.

What a terrible man.

Just looking at him makes her feel like she is facing a great enemy.

Brother Xin raised his head and looked at the sun in the sun. The sun was shining brightly on the soldiers' armor and weapons. He was a little dazzling with a good eye, not to mention that his master suffered from eye disease and could not bear the strong light.

Brother Xin looked at her with concern and said, "Master, are you okay?"

Yue Luo closed her eyes to relieve the sharp discomfort brought to her eyes by the visual impact just now. "It's okay, I'm just a little tired suddenly."

She looked at the crowd gradually dispersing downstairs, and her mood surged, "Such a person will probably have a bloody storm in the world in the future."
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