For a Prosperous World

The end of the cloud curtain in the night revealed a bit of light. It seemed that the sky was about to brighten. Gu Nan had left, and Wei Zhuang stood alone in the room.

He stood by the railing, slowly raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose, his eyebrows seemed to be loosened.

There was a light sound from the beam of the room, something that had fallen on it, but it was very light.

Wei Zhuang put his hands down, and behind his back, the expression on his face sank again slightly.

Asked blandly behind him, "What does Han Cheng do?"

A man fell from the beam of the house, wearing a turquoise white shirt with a few feathers on it. His body also seemed to be a light hung, falling down without making a sound. It was the man named Bai Feng.

Bai Feng's eyes first fell on the red exercise on the bed, and then looked at Wei Zhuang.

"Han Cheng has sent someone to contact the old ministers."

"Um." Wei Zhuang's eyes didn't waver, and she nodded calmly.

It should have been awakened by the voice of the two, Chi Lian frowned, and opened some vague eyes.

But found that Bai Feng was standing by her side, and Wei Zhuang was standing by the window.

He sat up quickly and explained, "The man never said a word, and was so bored that I accidentally fell asleep."

Bai Feng's eyes looked to the side, as if she could not say anything. She had originally said she would stay and look at the mourner, but she fell asleep.

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There was some bright light in the sky, and with the sound of a carriage and horse, a carriage stopped in front of the mansion.

An old man came down from the frame and carefully looked around before walking towards the mansion.

In front of the doorman standing in front of the door secretly showed a palm card.

The guest nodded his head and waved at the person behind him silently. The door opened slowly, allowing the old man to enter.

In the hall of the mansion, Han Chengzheng paced back and forth with his hands on his back, looking a little nervous, looking out of the door from time to time, as if waiting for something.

It's about to light up all day.

Until an old man came out of the door, Han Cheng's face was Yisong, greeted quickly, supported the old man who was about to worship, and whispered, "Sir, what's the matter?"

The old man stood up and held up a bamboo book with both hands: "My son, old age is fortunate."

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in the old man's hand intricately and pursed his lips: "Sir, go into the room and talk in detail."

With that, he made a please gesture and led the old man to the hall.

The hall was silent, and the sound of bamboo slips rolling occasionally came.

Han Cheng looked at the bamboo book in his hand. On the bamboo book, several old ministers had been summed up.

Looking at the names on the bamboo books, he thought he was lucky to be able to call half of them. But did not expect that all of the people called were deposed.

Holding bamboo slips with both hands was too hard, and the knuckles were a bit whitish.

"Is they all willing to come with me?" He asked.

The old man stood next to Han Cheng and looked at him and said, "My son, Korea's first name, I dare not forget."

Han Cheng said to the waiter next to him, "Take your pen and ink."

The waiter stepped back, and after a while, handed in a pen and ink.

Han Cheng sat at the table and spread out the bamboo slips. The pen in his hand was stained with ink and fell on the bamboo book.

"Yu annihilated, so the country fell apart.

Since receiving the legacy, Han has established the hub of Zhongzhou, administratively, and sought for the good of the country. The princes joined together, the last year of chaos. Han Yizhongtian, suffering stand ...

Cheng Shoumeng did not dare to ask for it, so he did not dare to lose anything because of surname Han. It is this widowhood order to call the old minister and establish the hometown of the Korean people ... "

When he put the pen down and the ink on the bamboo book dried up, Han Cheng rolled it up again.

He walked in front of the old man and bowed down: "Sir, give this book to him, and hope that this book will be ordered and sent to the old ministers everywhere."

The old man's complexion looked calm, and he took the bamboo book cautiously, "Chen, take command."

Han Cheng watched the old man leave with a bamboo book, and always had an inexplicable look in his weak eyes.

Re-established Korea.

A carriage and horse passed by the bustling city gate, driving on the road and heading away.

Above the city wall, Gu Nan stood beside a veteran and looked at the long carriage.

"There should be many people going out of town these days."

The veteran placed his hand on his beard and raised his eyebrows.

"I think so too."

He is the ambassador of the new Zheng Zheng Teng.

"But." Nei Teng hesitated a moment: "There are many old lords in Xinzheng, but Lang Ling is really sure?"

"So ah." Gu Nan looked at the veteran beside him and smiled. "I still have to cooperate with General Teng then."

The emissary stunned, and then laughed: "This is a matter for the old man, and please rest assured that Lang Ling."

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For a while, Xin Zhengzhong was as usual.

The people on the street come and go, most of them are sad, and the autumn is cool, but the harvest this year is not good. If you ca n’t get more grain, you do n’t know if you can survive the winter .

It will be more than one month.

The courtyard was a little quiet. Wei Zhuang walked on the path between the courtyards, Chi Lian and Bai Feng followed him.

The wind in autumn is always disturbing, blowing quietly, blowing the trees on both sides. Several leaves fell and rippled in the pond of the courtyard.

The three entered a small courtyard, and a figure in a white shirt was standing there with their backs.

Gu Nan held the grid in his hand, and stood quietly in front of the hall with his hand on the hilt of the sword, but did not pull out the sword, as if he was just in a daze.

Chi Lian was about to come forward, but was stopped by Wei Zhuang.

Looking at him in doubt, Wei Zhuang said nothing, but slowly put his hand on the hilt.

Gu Nan is naturally aware of what he is doing. Participating in the sword, this is what the master taught in the first day of Guigu.

It's been a long time since he saw Sword Art of Sister.

When Gui Guzi took them to see Gu Nan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Gu Guzi and her played a trick, Gu Nan's thirteen swords he still remembers.

At that time, he could only see two swords, a sword and a sword. He didn't know how many swords he could see now.

Wei Zhuang's eyes were closed, and a look of expectation appeared in his eyes.

"Click."

With a light sound, the weird sword in his hand was drawn out.

Chi Lian and Bai Feng glanced at each other and stepped back in silence.

The weird long sword slowly pulled out of the scabbard, exposing the serrations on the sword.

There was a gleam of light on the sword, and Wei Zhuang's figure moved with it.

The long sword made a trace of Ling Ran in the air, and the turbulent sword air twirled on the blade body, seemingly entangled the surrounding air.

The sword groaned suddenly, and for a moment, the wind from the static to the moving wind spread away, and the blade slashed away towards Gu Nan.