The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 363:

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The moon rises and the stars cross the sky. The supreme king of the grassland rests his head on the sand and turns silently.

Behind him, Jiarong closed her mouth and stared at his back for a long time.

The moonlight casts a long lonely shadow, and in the distance there is a lone wolf howling miserably on the rocky mountain.

There was someone waiting behind him, but he felt that he was the only one left in the world, telling himself this over and over again in such bone-chilling coldness and loneliness.

Tomorrow.

She will leave.

In the first month of the fifteenth year of Changxi, a piece of news accompanied the New Year's celebrations, blooming like firecrackers over the Tiansheng territory, bursting into joy all over Tiansheng.

The Emperor Shengtian of Jinluan Palace was having a Lantern Festival banquet. Academician Yao handed over the good news. The old emperor stood up happily and laughed.

"If the country's warriors are not destroyed, God will help me to prosper!"

The news reached Qingming Academy. The students of Qingming Academy immediately got together and bought a room of fireworks and set them off at the entrance of the academy for three days and three nights. The old man who watched the door scanned them for seven days and got up early every day. Even when sweeping the floor, you have to curse: "You killed me! If I had known, I wouldn't have let that kid in!"

When the news reached Nanhai, the head of the Yan family, who had been in trouble for several months, immediately woke up from the wine country. He held the letter and shed tears for a long time. He repeatedly ordered people to pack his bags and stampede them with horse hooves. Go straight to the Imperial Capital.

It was not only the government and the public that were shocked. The main thoroughfare of the imperial capital was crowded with people, and people rushed to tell each other.

"The greatest contributor to the Battle of Baitou Cliff, the legendary Lieutenant General Wei who died in the battle is not dead, he is still alive!"

The teahouses and restaurants were filled with people and scholars who were talking about it. They drank tea in large gulps and talked about how Lieutenant General Wei "killed three thousand enemies and trapped them in the enemy camp" and how he "smartly defeated the enemy". "The army is mighty and unyielding", and how he "swept the enemy with his hair hanging over the city" and finally "jumped off the building resolutely and unyieldingly".

The common people were talking about Lord Wei being captured and brought to the city in front of the Ten Thousand Army Formation. The shameless Dai Viet attempted to use the Lord to threaten Tiansheng to retreat.

The speaker was full of enthusiasm and was moved to tears. The listeners opened their mouths wide and their eyes were full of admiration and love.

"Vice General Wei was kidnapped by Wu Hua Da and brought to the top of the city. The steel knife was held on his neck without fear. The red-haired and yellow-eyed Dai Viet commander shouted on the city tower that as long as Vice General Wei knelt down and kowtowed, he would be honored as a guest of honor and promised him A lifetime of glory and wealth, this is obviously to humiliate our army, our good General Wei, spit it out..."

"So dirty!" Someone couldn't help but mutter.

The crowd all glared angrily, and the ignorant boy shrank his head and shut up.

"Spit on the face of the head coach of Dai Viet and curse, you barbarian frontier thieves, dare to offend our Tiansheng Tianwei, why don't you hurry up and die! Abandon your weapons and surrender!"

"Idiot, you have been captured and you want others to surrender?"

It was the same boy just now. A young man beside him patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said: "Everyone in the world is like this. To put it nicely, it is called wishful thinking, and to put it badly, it is called self-imagination."

"What the **** are you two?" Someone couldn't stand these two sarcastic people and jumped over and yelled, "Are you a Vietnamese spy?"

"Ah, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong." The gentle young man clasped his fists quickly, "My brother has a bad mind, please continue, continue."

The mentally ill brother jumped up, but he stepped on the corner of his robe.

"You know what I mean!"

"The commander of Dai Viet became so angry that he wanted to cut Vice General Wei into pieces on the city wall to destroy the morale of our army. Vice General Wei climbed up on the quilt, shook his arms, and the tendon rope broke inch by inch, and his big copper bell-like Eyes flashing with anger, his majestic and broad eight-pack chest carried the sunken sun and moon. He faced the bright blue sky and the vast land, raised his fist and shouted, "Young men! You have nothing to fear from life and death! Twenty years later, you will be a hero again." "Come on!" The enemy troops in Vietnam were shocked by General Wei's heroic appearance and fell to the ground. They were trembling and did not dare to move. General Wei looked back at them with contempt and jumped resolutely..."

"Ah..." the people began to cry for the 137th time.

"Ah! No one has ever died since ancient times. There are no old friends when we leave Yangguan in the west. An oriole sings the green willows, and the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains!"

The mentally ill boy next to the table buried his head on the table with his shoulders hunched. The one next to him drank calmly, but his hands were shaking a little if he looked carefully.

"Good poems...good poems...good generals...good generals...eyes like bells...eight-packed chest muscles..." The one with a bad mind struggled to reach the teapot with trembling hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Everyone was staring at the two aliens. When they saw the guy with hunched shoulders, they thought he was crying at first, but when he raised his head to reach for the teapot, his face changed. Where are the tears? The smile on the brows and corners of the eyes has not gone away, is Daqing smiling?

The people were angry.

The people were aggrieved for General Wei.

The pure and beautiful emotions of the common people must not be trampled on by these two frivolous and frivolous boys.

These two people actually remained indifferent and laughed at such a righteous deed that made people cry when they heard it and made people sad when they saw it? It is unbearable! I can't bear to scold my father for crying for General Wei!

"Beat them!"

Thousands of people responded to the call, and the restaurant was filled with excitement. Countless people climbed over the stools, jumped over the tables, rushed to the cabinets, rolled down their sleeves and took off their shoes, and ran towards the two unlucky guys. Eggs, peanuts, rice, tea cups, and drool were flying all over the place. The two unlucky guys saw each other. Being in a bad situation, he overturned his table with a crash, held his head and ducked under the table, squatting there without moving.

Countless pairs of feet stepped in, and there were a lot of big footprints on the two unlucky guys.

While they were fighting fiercely, a shout came from afar.

"General Wei, the Marquis of Loyalty, has returned to the capital... The great scholar led all the civil and military personnel of the court to greet him... Come and see..."

In a blink of an eye, everyone was gone.

"Huh." The two hapless guys were squatting under the table. The one with a bad mind asked the other, "Aren't we going to meet you in the suburbs tomorrow? Let's sneak out of the inn, who are they picking up?"

The other one hasn't answered yet, wondering why the shout just now sounds familiar?

Then he saw a corner of a moon-white robe stopped in front of him. A man bent down and stretched out his hand, his palm as white as jade.