At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Tang Xuanzong took a deep breath, then looked at Ning An squarely and smiled.

"I, I know."

Ning An glanced at the time, calculated it in his heart, and then showed an apologetic expression.

"Your Majesty, this junior should leave."

Then there is Li Bai, the poet fairy, who must grasp the time and measure it well.

Li Taibai, a famous poet all over the world, is more famous than Tang Xuanzong.After all, those majestic and mesmerizing poems are also tormenting foreigners, and the translation is too difficult.

Tang Xuanzong was stunned when he heard it, and then he reacted and gave a wry smile.

"That's right, I'm not a member of Datang after all, so I still have to leave. Although the time with Mr. is very short, I am very content."

"It's my honor to meet Mr. Tang in his sixtieth year. Although I don't know if I can change the future generations, I will try my best to be a good emperor from now on. I hope that one day I can meet my husband again. "

Tang Xuanzong's words were full of regret and joy, several complex emotions mixed together, muddy and difficult to refute.

Yang Yuhuan was confused, but she still kept her mouth shut obediently.

She could see Tang Xuanzong's mood, and knew that it was better not to spoil Tang Xuanzong's atmosphere at this time.

The reason why Yang Yuhuan was able to favor the harem alone was because she knew Tang Xuanzong's heart best.In terms of beauty, Tang Xuanzong has never seen anything?If you really want to find someone whose beauty is not inferior to Concubine Yang Gui, there may not be one.

However, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty loved rhythm, and he said that etiquette and music are very important to the country.

Concubine Yang Guifei fell in love with her, knowing that Tang Xuanzong was actually a romantic person at heart.

It's a pity that most people only see Tang Xuanzong as an emperor, but never see that he wanted to be a romantic artist.

Ning An bowed slightly and smiled, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then, goodbye, comrade!"

Tang Xuanzong used the words he had just learned in the video, stretched out his hand and saluted beside his head hard, and learned eight points similarly.

This time, it was his turn to be stunned, and then he stood up straight and saluted Tang Xuanzong with a standard military salute.

Two people, one is the emperor of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and the other is the anchor of the later generations.

At this moment, the most noble etiquette of the Red Will in the future is used to express each other's feelings.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze half at this moment, the camera rotated rapidly, and the two seemed to be the center of the world, divided into Yin and Yang poles.

The high-speed rotation of the screen made people dazzled. The audience thought they had bid farewell to Sheng Tang, and their hearts were filled with endless regrets.

For Tang Xuanzong, everyone still has some feelings.This guy, at least he doesn't look bad.

Just, too romantic.

King, it shouldn't be like this.

However, at this moment, the picture suddenly became clear.

In a dark palace, an old man with gray hair was lying on the bed, his eyes were blank, staring at the ceiling blankly, as if he had some regrets.

"This, this is Tang Xuanzong?"

"God, no way, is he so old? So vicissitudes?"

"Damn Ning An, if you want to do this at this time, I knew that this guy would definitely mess up."

"I just want to know how this transition is made? The actors changed their makeup so quickly? The scene changed so quickly? How long did it take? Ten seconds? Is this a live broadcast?"

The audience all exclaimed, and recognized that the old man lying on the bed in front of him was Tang Xuanzong who had just parted.

It's just that, although he was a little old just now, he still had a radiant complexion and a good mental outlook, but in an instant, he became like this, which is really unacceptable.

At this moment, Tang Xuanzong on the bed seemed to feel something, and tried to raise his head, wanting to see who was at the gate of the palace.

A beam of sunlight refracted in, and Ning An walked in in the shadow of the sunlight.

When Tang Xuanzong saw that figure, he smiled, and his wrinkled face looked even older.

He coughed frantically, trying to restrain himself, but couldn't control it.

He could only stretch out his skinny hands to cover his bloodless lips and cheeks, leaving only a pair of dry eyes to look at Ning An's figure full of spirit.

When Ning An approached, Tang Xuanzong spoke out with difficulty.

"Sir...still...youthful, I...but...old."

Ning An sighed, and said slowly: "The younger generation just traveled to another time and space, but the saint has actually experienced it for more than ten years."

Tang Xuanzong showed a wretched smile, shook his head, wanted to get up, but had to lie on the bed, with no strength left.

"I... still... haven't... surpassed... the sky."

When he said this, Tang Xuanzong's tone was full of sorrow and sadness.The feeling of powerlessness is extremely obvious. This saint who dared to compare with Qin Huang and Han Wu when he was young, now finally lost.

Ning An didn't say a word, he had already seen everything, when he traveled through just now, he had already seen all the past.

After he left, although Tang Xuanzong began to adjust, he didn't immediately take action on the border, otherwise he would be forced to jump over the wall. This kind of thing is naturally done step by step, and we can find a reason to talk about it.

Weaken their strength first, and finally show the knife. The emperor needs patience, and he will hit with one blow.

This trick was learned from Sima Yi of the Jin Dynasty. He spent his whole life wiping his sword, and he only lit his sword once, but he won the world.

But what Tang Xuanzong didn't expect was that there were still traitors, and they reported the news, and the other party supported their own self-respect and rebelled in advance.

The sons and heirs fight, and the villain provokes.

After all, Tang Xuanzong buried his beloved Yang Yuhuan at the foot of Mawei slope.

The pain is indescribable.

Even if he didn't reuse Yang Yuhuan's family, but the other party was still domineering, who would dare to stop him?
Everyone knows that Concubine Yang Gui is favored, who doesn't have eyes to touch brows?
Who has the guts to sue?They were all afraid of being tricked by Concubine Yang in the end.

In addition, Tang Xuanzong didn't let the Yang family do things, so they became more and more arrogant, making the sky angry and people complaining.

After all, Tang Xuanzong lost to his own romance. He wanted to protect Concubine Yang, but he didn't want to lose the world.

But, how can there be a win-win thing?
Pampering deeply is the problem.

"Sir, after I... die... can I... see Yuhuan...?" Tang Xuanzong raised his head to look at the dome and asked.

"Thinking about it, it should be possible."

Tang Xuanzong cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, he was old, and it was difficult to even cry loudly, only the drizzle was silent.

"How...how can I meet...Yuhuan? I...killed her with my own hands..."

"Sir, in the next life... I will never... be born in the emperor's house again."

"I want to see... the future generations, to live in the place... where the red faith... is."

"I... want to go..."

When Tang Xuanzong finished his last sentence, he closed his eyes gently, two lines of hot tears rolled down, and his body cooled down.

On this day, the saint died.