The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/

"Teacher, the enemy has entered the city."

In Jianzhang Palace, there is a high platform more than 20 meters high on Taiye Pond, called Jiantai.

At this moment, Wang Mang was sitting on the Jiantai, listening to the sound of killing in the distance, he came little by little towards Jianzhang Palace.

He had just taken a shower, and was wearing a full set of crowns and a flat crown on his head, and the smell of incense blew out of his body. The wind on the platform was very strong, but Wang Mang was always sitting still, as stable as Mount Tai.

When the last moment of life comes, you must face it with dignity.

After the last army was defeated at Kunyang City, it was almost completely unprepared from Luoyang to Tongguan and then to Chang'an. The Green Forest Army almost advanced straight in, and in just two months, it had already attacked outside Chang'an City.

Even though it is the largest city in the world, there is no defense force in Chang'an City. However, after only three days of perseverance, the Green Forest Army has broken through the city wall and is attacking towards the palace.

After listening to Wang Mu's report, who had just returned from the palace, Wang Mang nodded, sorted out his crown clothes, and then straightened the Pingtianguan on his head: "Is Liu Xiu in it?"

"No, I didn't see Liu Xiu's banner." Wang Mu shook his head: "It's other generals of the Green Forest Army."

"What a pity. Since I parted in Chang'an six years ago, I still hope to see him again." Wang Mang sighed slightly, with a little regret on his face: "It seems that there is no chance."

"If you don't see me, you'll disappear." Wang Mu smiled faintly: "Compared with the new world that cannot be established, there is nothing to be a pity to not be able to see Liu Xiu."

Wang Mang sighed lightly and nodded. The shouts of killing outside the palace were closer, mixed with the shrill cry of the palace maids.

"Teacher, let me help you..." Wang Mu slowly pulled out his long sword from his waist and knelt in front of Wang Mang: "My skills are not good, not as good as Han Zhuo, but at least, you don't need to be yourself..."

"No, there is no need." Wang Mang smiled and shook his head: "It's all the same."

"...Yes." Wang Mu nodded slightly, put away his long sword, but did not get up.

"Mu'er, have you ever regretted following me?" Wang Mang was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.

"Repent? Why do you regret it?" Wang Mu said in surprise.

"Because, I failed..." Wang Mang smiled faintly: "I once said that I would take you to build a new world, but from beginning to end, I have never really seen you. Haven't you ever had even a little bit of suspicion, I am just a fool who talks about dreams?"

"Disciple has never had any doubts about the teacher until now." Wang Mu shook his head firmly: "The teacher's ideal has been firmly believed by his disciples from beginning to end. However, human resources are sometimes poor in the world. When the disciple is in Kunyang City and sees the moment the meteor falls, he knows, teacher, you have never missed it, but... the destiny is really not on the teacher."

"Destiny...Destiny...Hehe." Wang Mang laughed desolately: "In this world, it turns out that there is really a destiny..."

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Mu: "Mu'er, are you willing to promise me the last thing?"

"It's the death in the blink of an eye. What else can I do? " Wang Mu smiled bitterly: "But the teacher has his own fate, so the disciples will never dare to violate it."

"Very good." Wang Mang nodded: "The last thing is...to survive!"

"What?" Wang Mu was stunned and looked at the teacher in horror: "Teacher! Haven't you promised your disciple to let your disciple die with you!"

"I changed my mind." Wang Mang shook his head: "The old man... always wants to change his mind, right?"

"So what to do if you live...?" Wang Mu sighed softly: "How boring would it be without your world."

"Living, take my place, go and see the destiny that Liu Xiu carries, and see him gain the world." Wang Mang smiled slightly: "Since I can no longer see... then you, just be my eyes."

After saying that, Wang Mang took out a dagger from his arms, cut off a piece of silk from his crown garment, then bit his fingers and wrote on the cloth.

The shouts of killing outside are getting closer and closer.

"Hurry up, otherwise it will be too late." Wang Mang finished writing the contents on the cloth, folded the cloth, and whispered to Wang Mudao, who was still hesitating.

"Disciple... I understand." Wang Mu gritted his teeth and nodded: "It's a pity that I can't accompany the teacher on the road to the underworld."

"What's the point?" Wang Mang laughed, shook his head, and then handed the silk book in his hand to Wang Mu with a solemn and dignified expression.

He pointed the dagger at his heart and chanted two poems softly:

Then, the dagger was inserted heavily into the atrium.

Wang Mu kowtowed three times to the teacher's body, and when he raised his head, he was already full of tears.

"Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely survive for you!"

...

In October, in front of the Mengjin Ferry in Heyin, Liu Xiu held a scepter and faced the surging Yellow River in front of him, and a small ferry boat gradually approaching.

On the other side of the Yellow River is Hebei. The Red Eyebrow Army has 300,000 troops, entrenched in Hebei, and even more powerful people from all over the country built their own Wubao, entrenched in one area. Before the demise of the New Dynasty, the turmoil in the entire Hebei has not recovered to this day.

However, when Emperor Gengshi Liu Xuan ordered Liu Xiu to go north and "comfort" Hebei prefectures and counties, he did not give him a soldier. There was only a scepter in his hand.

"Lord, it depends on the three of us to go to Hebei..." Ren Guang looked at the scepter representing the court in Liu Xiu's hand, and smiled bitterly: "There is also this thing... I'm afraid that we will be killed just after the ferry crosses the river."

Since Liu Yan's death, his and Li Tong's name for Liu Xiu has changed from young master to lord.

"I will not die before avenging my brother." Liu Xiu shook his head, stretched his feet and stepped onto the ferry on the shore, with his eyes firm: "Wang Kuang and Wang Feng thought that this would allow me to be taken to get rid of me, but when I recovered the entire Hebei and rushed south, they would understand how big the mistake was today."

"etc."

A voice came from behind him. Liu Xiu turned his head and saw a figure walking far towards the river bank.

"Wang Mu..." Liu Xiu narrowed his eyes, unable to believe that he would see him here: "You... haven't died in Chang'an?"

"No." Wang Mu walked slowly closer, walked to the shore, and looked at Liu Xiu on the boat: "I escaped."

"You... haven't given up on killing me yet?" Liu Xiu asked with a smile.

"No. The teacher is dead, and the new world is dead. Since the ideal has been buried, what's the use of me killing you?" Wang Mu smiled hurriedly.

"Then you are..." Liu Xiu raised his eyebrows.

Wang Mu raised one foot and stepped onto the boat board. Ren Guang vigilantly pulled out the long knife at his waist, but was stopped by Liu Xiu waved his hand.

"I'm here... to join you." Wang Mu stepped onto the boat and knelt down to Liu Xiu in surprise.

"Travel...me?" Liu Xiu looked at Wang Mu who was kneeling down in front of him in surprise: "Why do you want to...go to me?"

"Is it OK?" Wang Mu raised his head and looked at Liu Xiu without answering Liu Xiu's question.

Liu Xiu looked at Wang Mu for a moment, trying to get an answer from his eyes, but there was nothing but clearness in Wang Mu's eyes.

"Yes." Liu Xiu was silent for a moment and nodded.
Chapter completed!