The cavalry didn't even look at them and rushed past them from the side like a whirlwind.

messenger:"……"

The second group of cavalry came, and there was a noise from behind. The group of cavalry turned back, and at that moment, the envoy saw fear and despair.

"The Northern Xinjiang Army is coming."

"Run quickly!"

The messenger's face turned pale, "This is..."

"Run!"

The cavalrymen looked at the envoy and others like fools and ran away without stopping.

"Failed?"

The messenger's body swayed.

"He actually lost?"

It was a defeat.

Those cavalrymen were running away as if they were being driven by tigers and wolves behind them.

There was even a scene where a colleague was killed after being blocked.

"Fifty thousand!" the messenger said desperately: "Even if you wait half a day, it's okay! King Lian Jiang!"

King Lian Jiang is here, and he is protected by more than a dozen masters and hundreds of cavalry.

"King Lianjiang!"

The envoy shouted: "This villain is the envoy of Ningxing."

He Liantong looked up. The envoy had been to Jiangzhou City last time, but less than half a month later, he found that He Liantong seemed to have aged ten years.

"Walk!"

Heliantong hissed: "Let them go!"

The messenger's face turned red, "Your Majesty!"

"Walk!"

Heliantong waved his hand.

The messenger nodded, with tears in his eyes, "The villain knows, the villain knows."

He turned his horse around, looked back, and looked deeply into the distance.

On the distant horizon, groups of Northern Xinjiang cavalry were approaching.

They cheered.

Roaring.

"Failed!"

The messenger whipped his horse, turned around, and faced a strong wind.

Tears were blown away.

Defeated!

Those broken soldiers were running everywhere.

The messenger caught up with Heliantong.

It was night, and they still didn't dare to rest. They led their horses and walked slowly under the stars.

Everyone looked dull.

Everyone is in deep despair.

He Liantong vomited blood.

"King!"

Chen De came after hearing the news.

"I'm fine."

He Liantong waved his hand, and the surrounding torches were shining. Chen De couldn't help but feel miserable when he saw the blood stains on his beard.

"Yang Xuan has a far-reaching plan for this battle. It looks like a trap, but I dare to conclude that the Chang'an army should be dispatched. He does not dare to stay in the north for a long time. Tell the princess that Ning Xing cannot stay. Leave!"

Chen De said: "If we evacuate Ningxing, the world will be in chaos."

What is a capital city?

Where the emperor is.

In this era, the emperor is the soul of a country.

The soul is gone.

People have become zombies.

He Liantong said: "If people are here, there is hope for everything. If people are gone, why is Ningxing City left? Go quickly!"

Chen De didn't move, and He Liantong was furious, "Is it possible that no one listens to my instructions?"

Chen De waved his hand, someone was there.

"Go!" Heliantong said.

Chen De shook his head, "I'm gone, who will drink with the king?"

Heliantong looked at him and laughed for a long time.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

…

Yang Xuan was also on his way with his men.

After a while, he rested.

There was no camp, the weather was hot, and everyone was taking a nap with their horses.

Yang Xuan didn't feel sleepy.

He stood under the night sky, looking at the brilliant Milky Way in the sky, and his mind was filled with emptiness.

"The Duke."

Yang Xuan turned around and saw He Lianrong, so he asked, "Are you still asleep?"

"Can't sleep."

He Lianrong said: "The poor monk came here once, and it was also one night. The poor monk looked at the night sky, which was dotted with stars. At that time, the poor monk's official career was going smoothly, and it was a time of high spirits. He felt that mountains and seas could be moved, and people's hearts could be shaken. .As time passed, I stood under this starry sky again, and the poor monk became a compassionate man. There is nothing more amazing than this in life."

"The Northern Liao Dynasty that was once rampant has also come to an end." Yang Xuan said.

"The same is true in the Tang Dynasty." He Lianrong said.

"But the Tang Dynasty will rise again." Yang Xuan said.

The Northern Liao Dynasty was destroyed, and there was no longer a threat from the north.

Then, it’s Chang’an!

His heart was racing and he was a little excited.

"What would happen if the filial emperor knew this moment?" He Lianrong said.

…

Gongling.

The sergeant on duty was taking a nap.

The night wind blows, and the branches and leaves of the trees on both sides of the tomb passage sway with the wind, and are projected on the ground by the moonlight, making it look like countless hands are waving.

The moonlight is like water, a cloud slowly floats over, and the moonlight becomes inextricably linked. The words on the stone tablet seem to be crawling among these lines composed of light.

——You have to taste the medicine yourself! This is the most filial piety...

——The medicine from Xishan will not save the soul of Dongdai; the doctor who blows the soup will not save the soul of Chuanchuan...

The stone tablet is engraved with the epitaph written by Emperor Xuande for his beloved son.

Both father and son have passed away, leaving only the words on the stone tablet recording some events from that year.

The night wind blew, passing through the branches and leaves and passing through the gaps between the rocks, making various sounds.

It's like music.

It seemed like someone was chanting, scolding, roaring...

…

"Pursuit!"
To be continued...