In the night, there was some light at the end of the cloud curtain, and it seemed that the sky was about to dawn. Gu Nan had already left, and Wei Zhuang stood alone in the room. Vertex Novel Updates Fastest
Standing by the railing, he slowly raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, his eyebrows seemed to relax a bit.
There was a soft sound from above the beam. It should be the sound of something falling on it, but the sound was very soft.
Wei Zhuang put his hands down and put his back behind his back, the expression on his face sank slightly again.
Looking behind him, he asked flatly, "What did Han Cheng do?"
A person fell from the beam, wearing a blue and white shirt with a few feathers on it. His body also seemed to be a piece of light, and he floated down without making a sound. It was the man named Baifeng.
Bai Feng's eyes first fell on Chi Lian on the bed, and then looked at Wei Zhuang.
"Han Cheng has already sent people to contact the old ministers."
"En." Wei Zhuang nodded calmly without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Chi Lian frowned, probably because he was awakened by the two people's voices, and opened his still blurry eyes.
But found that Bai Feng was standing and looking at her, and Wei Zhuang was standing by the window.
Sitting up quickly, he explained: "The man didn't say a word all the time, he was very bored, and I accidentally fell asleep."
Bai Feng's eyes turned to one side, as if he was powerless to say anything, originally she said she wanted to stay and watch the funeral general, but in the end she fell asleep.
There was some light in the sky, and with the sound of carriages and horses, a carriage stopped in front of the mansion.
An old man got off the carriage, looked around cautiously, and then walked towards the mansion.
He secretly showed a palm card to the doorman standing in front of the door.
The doorman nodded, waved silently to the people behind him, and the door slowly opened, allowing the old man to walk in.
In the hall of the mansion, Han Cheng was pacing up and down the hall with his hands behind his back, his face looked a little nervous, and he looked out the door from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.
It was nearly full light.
It wasn't until an old man came from outside the door that Han Cheng's face relaxed, and he quickly went up to him, helped the old man who was about to bow down, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what's the matter?"
The old man stood up, holding up a bamboo book in both hands: "My lord, it's a good thing that I'm not disgraceful."
Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in the old man's hand complicatedly, and pursed his lips: "Sir, let's talk in detail in the room."
As he said that, he made a gesture of invitation and led the old man to the hall.
There was no sound in the hall, except for the occasional sound of scrolling bamboo slips.
Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in his hand, and on the bamboo book, several old ministers' letters had been summoned.
Looking at the names on the bamboo book, he thought it was his luck to get half of them. But I didn't expect that all the people who were called were ordered to leave their words.
Holding the bamboo slips with both hands, it must be too hard, the knuckles are a little white.
He asked, "Are they all willing to follow me?"
The old man stood by Han Cheng's side, looked at him and said, "My lord, South Korea's first name, I dare not forget it."
Han Cheng said to the waiter beside him, "Bring the pen and ink."
The waiter took the order to retreat, and after a while, handed over a pen and ink.
Sitting in front of the table, Han Cheng spread out the bamboo slips, the pen in his hand was stained with ink, and stood on top of the bamboo slips.
"When Yu Ming dies, the homeland falls apart.
Since Han received the legacy, he established the hub of Zhongzhou, and the administration did what he wanted to achieve the Shanmeng country. It was the end of chaos when the princes rose together. Han took the place of the middle heaven and stood up in suffering
Cheng Shou was obsessed and dared not ask for it, so he did not dare to lose the surname Han. It is with this widow that he issued an order to summon the old ministers and establish the hometown of the Han people."
When he put down the pen and the ink on the bamboo book dried up, Han Cheng rolled up the bamboo book again.
Walked up to the old man and bowed down: "Sir, this book is given to you, and I hope that you will make this book into an order and send it to the old officials everywhere."
The old man's face was solemn, he bowed down, and took the bamboo book cautiously: "I, take orders."
Han Cheng watched the old man leave with the bamboo book, with an indescribable look in his usually cowardly eyes.
Rebuild Korea.
A chariot and horse passed by the bustling city gate, drove on the road, and headed for the distance.
On the city wall, Gu Nan stood beside a veteran, looking at the carriage that was traveling far away.
"There should be a lot of people going out of the city these few days."
The veteran put his hand on his beard, and raised his eyebrows clearly.
"I suppose so."
He is Xinzheng's guard and envoy Teng.
"However." The envoy Teng hesitated for a moment: "There are many old nobles in the new Zheng, but Lang Ling is really sure?"
"So." Gu Nan looked at the veteran beside him and smiled, "General Teng will have to cooperate a lot then."
The envoy Teng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "This is the old man's job, please rest assured Lang Ling."
For a period of time after that, Xinzhengzhong was still the same as usual.
There are people coming and going on the street, most of them have sad faces, it’s already cool autumn, but this year’s harvest is not good, if we don’t get some more household food, we don’t know if we can survive the winter .
Probably more than a month.
There was some silence in the courtyard, Wei Zhuang walked on the path between the courtyards, Chi Lian and Bai Feng followed behind him.
The autumn wind is always disturbing, blowing rustlingly, making the trees on both sides rustle. A few fallen leaves flew down and rippled in the pond in the small courtyard.
The three of them walked into a small courtyard, and a figure in a white shirt was standing there with their backs behind them.
Gu Nan held Wuge in his hand, and stood quietly in front of the hall, with his hand on the hilt of the sword, but he didn't pull out the sword, as if he was just in a daze.
Chi Lian was about to go forward, but was stopped by Wei Zhuang.
Looking at him suspiciously, Wei Zhuang didn't say anything, but slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Of course, he knew what Gu Nan was doing. Taking part in the sword, this is what the master taught on the first day of entering Ghost Valley.
He hadn't seen his senior sister's swordsmanship for a long time.
When Guiguzi took them to meet Gu Nan, Guiguzi made a move against her, and he still remembers Gu Nan's thirteen swords.
Back then, I could only see two swords, the outgoing sword and the retracted sword. He didn't know how many swords he could see now.
Wei Zhuang's eyes were lightly closed, and there was a look of anticipation in them.
"Crack."
With a soft sound, the strangely shaped long sword in his hand was pulled out.
Chi Lian and Bai Feng glanced at each other, then silently backed away a few steps.
The weird long sword was slowly pulled out from the scabbard, revealing the sawtooth on the sword body.
There was a glimmer of light on the sword, and Wei Zhuang's figure moved accordingly.
The long sword drew a trace of Ling Ran in the air, and the turbulent sword energy on the sword body twisted rapidly, as if the surrounding air was involved in it.
The sound of sword chant suddenly rose, and in an instant, the wind blew away from stillness to movement, and the blade slashed towards Gu Nan.