In the palace city, only half of Duanming Building was left.

Yang Keshi's face also became solemn and surprised.

"I can't stop it anymore, Yang Du is in charge..."

"Yang Shuai! What should I do..."

With the roar of guns and cannons, the troops sent out almost retreated in waves.

"It's those Huai soldiers,"

"It's the one who is invincible..."

"Those flower hats and white feathers are too fierce..."

"The boys are not close to you..."

"Escape quickly, we can't stop it..."

While shouting, they couldn't help but run away like a fleeing in the opposite direction, and by the way, they drove away the rest of the soldiers who didn't know the power of the Huai Army.

In the blink of an eye, most of the soldiers who were gathering together with Yang Keshi had already collapsed; in the end, only Zhen Wuchen and other old subordinates were left with their faces full of anxiety and worry, and looked at him with a look of expectation and waiting, waiting for the next order.

"Retreat... let's retreat too..."

Yang waved his hand a little depressed and helplessly.

After all, with no help outside, no armor, machinery, and food inside, it is particularly rare for him to persevere until now with a group of hasty members.

"Let's avoid his sharpness for the time being, retreat to the Yintai Gate and the Office of the People's Administration of the previous dynasty before making plans..."

"Tell them, don't avoid fighting with the Huai Army in open places..."

"Catch more bows, crossbows, arrows, and keep the terrain dangerous, so that you can compete for the length of the situation..."

Then he quickly encouraged and cheered himself up. He had been through so many times and would definitely not give up or be discouraged because of the setbacks in front of him.

"Don't worry, a family will do their best to bring you out of this dead end and danger..."...

After a few hours, in the golden sunset and the green palace reflection background,

I was also shouting and rushing, shocked, dull, lost, and awe-inspiring. In my ear-catching expressions, I walked through the towering palace gates and palace stairs; three jade belt-like guide bridges, archways and archways on the outer ring guard channel; and climbed up to the eighty-one level of each level, with a total of five overlapping palace platforms, and finally stepped slowly into the Mingtang.

"The Mingtang sits in the emperor and the princes on the first day of the moon." Mingtang is located at the highest point in the center of the palace city, where he is given banquets to the king and ministers, pardon the world, and even encircled the people to visit.

Compared with the glorious view from the outside, I walked into the transparent and magnificent and empty interior, but I felt a different feeling in my heart.

Because only the beams and pillars and doors near the entrance look like new paint, the rest of the interior inevitably lose the mottled vicissitudes of life, which makes the palace with gold-painted colors show a thick accumulation of peeling and different levels.

The afterglow of the setting sun, through the huge pillars that are empty on all sides, as well as the openings and panes at the top, scattered bits and pieces in the majestic hall, has a solemn and solemn sense of depression, which makes people involuntarily lower their voices, become breathless and even cautious.

In fact, if you look closely, you will find that most beams and columns are only repaired and painted in lower positions over and over again, and the upper part that lacks maintenance and maintenance shows a certain gradual level of depth to shallowness, while in the stigma and beams, only the bare wood original color is left.

The Jiuzhou Ding and the twelve Gods statues that were placed here to suppress the energy have long been lost in history. It is said that the emperor who was embarrassed by a certain financial plan was mobilized to make money and cannons.

The remaining shapes of auspicious beasts such as gold and copper-colored qilin, immortal crane, and vermilion birds are also the fine cracks and cracks on the above; even the carvings and patches on both sides of Jinjie Avenue where thousands of people were held at the same time were eroded, leaving only a bunch of green and green color.

All these things are like the portrayal and epitome of the Northern Dynasties that are shaking and even beginning to disintegrate and disintegrate.

At the end of the gate, surrounded by artificial rivers called "The Iron Canal" and imitated the Five Mountains, Five Towns, Four Seas and Four Rivers, but it has dried up and fallen dust, the number of cloud-patterned jade? Above the level of the nine-five, the emperor's throne, who was wiping dragons and weaving gold, stood with his back against the giant pillar of the atrium.

Under the huge contrast, it seems both small and majestic.

On the giant pillars surrounded by gold, red and black curtains, in addition to the colorful carvings of dragons and phoenixes stepping on the clouds, there are also Mingtang poems written by the famous historian of the Eastern Han Dynasty and writer Ban Gu:

Yu Zhaoming Hall, Mingtang Kongyang.

The Holy Emperor's sect sacrifice is full of glory.

God's feast, five ranks.

Who is worthy of it? Emperor Guangwu of Shizu.

All the people lead the earth, and each has his own duties.

I am so happy that I can be blessed.

Unfortunately, the messy and inverted thrones on the left and right of the imperial throne, round fans, screens, and fumigation furnace broke the last bit of solemnity and solemnity. The messy waste objects on the ground and the dense footprint stains on it indicate the fighting and snatching that happened in the last moment here.

After touching and watching the imperial throne in turn, it took us half an hour to visit the Qianyuan Hall on the first floor just around the central axis of the giant pillar.

"Lead the way..."

Then I told several sad eunuchs who had caught the way.

"Turn me to the top to take a look"

The layout of the Mingtang is "a place that is strictly matched above and a residence that is governed below". Therefore, the pavilions above are worshipped and sacrificed layer by layer. Many emperors of all dynasties have also been relatively well preserved in the Mingtang.

Standing on the outer corner tower on the top floor, amid the sound of wind chimes under the huge eaves, enjoying the complete Ziwei City with the main color of decay and withering. After the unique sunset scenery, it was already dark after falling from the superstructure;

Just as most people were still calm and dizzy or intoxicated, I suddenly spoke;

"Okay, let's do it..."

"What……"

"What are you doing..."

Liu Yanqing, Wang Gui, Cui Bangbi and others all showed some expressions of surprise or suspicion.

"Master... This is a bit inappropriate."

The wind breeze flag, which seemed to be hard-working, whispered to me.

"After all, it was the place where the emperors of the Tang Dynasty were in the past. It was a pity that the masterpieces of ancient and modern times were ruined like this..."

"You misunderstood, of course this Mingtang can stay..."

I laughed and said as if it were for granted

"But there is no need to keep the things inside..."

"In addition to the imperial ranks or above, choose some satisfactory souvenirs by yourself."

"Wouldn't it be a beautiful thing to bring it back as a souvenir, and it would be a waste of our souvenirs..."

Then I continued.

"In addition, there is a rare opportunity, the representatives of non-commissioned officers and veterans, and the meritorious people who are striving for the first place..."

"You can also call in, visit and browse..."

"Then bring a small item back..."

Of course, for me, this kind of collective activity is also of great benefit and beneficial to breaking a certain kind of awe of imperial power, as well as psychological superstition and ignorance.

So, the Mingtang in the night was once again illuminated by the fire of Lianyun going back and forth in the deep twilight...

And in Jiangning Mansion, which is farther away,

Walking up and down in the Stone City, they were shrouded in some kind of low pressure and atmosphere like a storm; even the inner officials and palace servants who were walking carefully against the wall, and they did not dare to make a sound even if they were moving or storm.

As the center and source of the Central Storm, the local ruling state has not eaten or rested normally for several days. Don’t ever hear the bad news that the army was trapped by the flood and then the news was cut off.

There are already more than a dozen close-knit people who are being punished and dealt with due to bad mood.

Then, suddenly, I heard his hoarse laughter.

“Good job…”

"It is worthy of being the strong team I have given everyone's expectations..."

"Come here, I'll summon the world, Luo Du has already taken it..."

"Immediately, the Privy Council and the Ministry of War will formulate a post-disaster reward and reward..."

"Hurry up and have a good meal, and have a few more drinks and have a celebration..."

"Summon Yu Shuren to the attendant..."

In the inconspicuous corner of Ruoda Stone City, an eunuch with a solemn face was also explaining in a whisper to a person dressed in a slave.

"Go and report to your master and send the news back as quickly as possible..."

"We must rush before the base camp starts to reconcile and reward..."

“Or it would be too late,”
Chapter completed!