Eternal Gate

"Zhao Lang, take medicine."

"Don't call me that, I'm scared."

The entire Wutong Town felt that Zhao Yun and Wan Xin were a match made in heaven.

Unfortunately, they didn't call, but they were the granddaughters of the old scholar, who often frightened Mr. Zhao.

“It’s not love at first sight, it’s okay to fall in love over time!”

Coach Lin is a competent master, and every time he comes back, he always talks about it.

As a master, the old scholar didn't have the energy to get angry in a hurry. I was thinking, before I become a scholar, I can hold a little grandson in my arms. But when spring passed and autumn came, and the flowers faded and bloomed, they still failed to achieve their wishes.

"Xin'er, if you don't come here, I will get old."

In the small courtyard of Yuzhou, Zhao Yun sat quietly under the tree and murmured to himself.

Wan Xin was also there, it was she who drove this boy here in a carriage.

He and Zhao Yun are not a good match because they both have the same person in their hearts.

He is waiting for Liu Ruxin, and she is waiting for the man in her dream, waiting for the man in her dream to marry her.

Another year, Zhao Yun's hair turned completely white.

It was also this year that the capital of the Tang Dynasty was decorated with white silk.

It is a national mourning. The Empress Dowager Xiao Yuxian passed away.

The world remembers her well as a mother of the country with a bodhisattva heart.

God is ruthless. There are so many evil people who don't punish them, but good people don't live long.

"Senior, have a good journey."

Under the moon, Zhao Yun bowed his hands to the north.

Across the mountains and rivers, he seemed to be able to see Princess Li Zhaoyue, holding her spiritual tablet in one hand and her ashes in the other, crying as she went to Yanmen Pass to see her mother off and reunite with her father.

Dead people are not a good sign.

The second year after Xiao Yuxian's death, a plague struck the Tang Dynasty and swept across the country.

Too many people died of the disease, and in the dead of night, you can always hear loud and long-lasting cries.

Life and death, accompanied by tears and cries of grief, were staged one after another.

"grandfather."

On a snowy night, Wanxin knelt in front of the bed, choked with sobs.

The old scholar has reached his age, and in this cold winter, he has endured until his oil is exhausted.

"Sir, do you have any last wishes?"

As a disciple, how could Zhao Yun not be here, his eyes filled with tears.

The old scholar only smiled, as kindly and gentle as when he first met Zhao Yun.

Zhao Zilong, the child prodigy of Wutong Town and the number one scholar of the Tang Dynasty, was his most proud disciple in his life. With him here to see him off, what more could I ask for.

"gone."

The old scholar smiled gently, holding Zhao Yun in one hand and Wan Xin in the other, and slowly closed his eyes.

He passed away very peacefully. In the last moment of his life, there was a revolving door of his that could be seen throughout his life.

Fallen leaves... Returning to his roots, he was buried in the sycamore forest behind the private school.

It was Zhao Yun who set up a stele for him. The word "mentor" was written in an extremely heavy way.

This time, he didn't fall ill, but he was lying on the hospital bed, getting more and more haggard.

"Oh my God!"

I'm afraid that God is very vindictive and hates the Tang Dynasty so much that a plague will not end and another drought will come.

There was no harvest, and countless people starved to death on the way to escape the famine. The government's relief was far from enough.

A man who is very hungry can do anything.

In the famine years, there were not only lonely ghosts, but also robbers.

The entire Tang Dynasty, reflecting this **** light, gradually became smoky.

puff!

Zhao Yun fainted on the altar while performing the ritual.

He wanted to pray for another rain, even if it was hail.

It's a pity that he has been punished by God and can no longer change his attitude.

God is also stingy, so stingy that he doesn’t give even a drop of rain.

"I feel sorry for the poor people. I am willing to lose ten, twenty, thirty years of my life..." The emperor of the Tang Dynasty, a good monarch, knelt on the ground and shouted at the top of his lungs.

It was his piety that moved God, and it rained.

But that day, he had a little more gray hair on his temples, and his back was a little stooped.

Why!

Xuanji's sigh always sounded hoarse.

The Jie hexagram does not mean blindness. After the rebellion of the three kings, the martial arts chaos, and the plague and drought, the Tang Dynasty not only failed to recover from the severe damage to its vitality, but its luck was in extreme decline.

He could no longer tell who was acting against heaven.

Perhaps, Zhao Zilong's big hailstorm really blocked the way to change the dynasty.

"The emperor is incompetent, we will... take his place."

After three or five years, another prince raised the banner of rebellion.

The beacon fire and smoke burned all over the devastated land in one night.

This time, there are no generals to control the country, only the emperor who drives the army personally.

For three years, he fought in the north and south, and put down the rebellion of the princes through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

In three years, the Tang Dynasty lost too many generals in battle, its victory was brutal, and its national power plummeted.

"Ashamed of my ancestors."

The emperor died in the ancestral temple. He was in his prime, but he was already like Zhao Yun, with a head full of white hair.

"Brother Emperor." Li Zhaoyue hugged his face and cried with tears in her eyes.

He was not a foolish king. From the day he ascended the throne, he inherited a fateful Tang Dynasty.

night.

Zhao Yun held a crutch and looked up at the stars quietly.

Having inherited Ye Banxian's mantle, he is now becoming his master step by step.

His eyes were cloudier than before, and his vision of things and old friends became increasingly blurry each time.

"The wind is cold at night, why don't you take care of your body and bones." Wanxin took a cloak.

"Help me see if that star is dimmer than yesterday." Zhao Yun pointed to the sky.

"It's a bit lighter."

"Is this your fate?"

Zhao Yun murmured that it was the fate of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and it was on the verge of falling.

There is no need to make any calculations to know that Li Zhaoyue's imperial brother has reached his end.

"General."

A burst of noisy horse hoofbeats broke the tranquility of the moonlit night.

Someone came to visit, and it was the imperial guard who rescued Zhao Yun in the past.

"One million soldiers of the Black Ancient Dynasty are attacking the border." When he saw Zhao Yun, he knelt down with a bang.

Zhao Yun was silent, but tried his best to take a breath.

He knew that the emperor wanted to see him.

He also knew that in the turbulent Tang Dynasty, after one rebellion after another, there were no generals available.

"Wan Xin, take my armor." Zhao Yun finally took a breath and created a scene of reflection.

"Zilong, you..."

"When a country prospers, every man has a responsibility."

The great general of the Tang Dynasty once again put on armor.

Parents and villagers from all over the village sent each other off, and Wanxin even burst into tears.

She doesn't know her own destiny, but she knows his destiny. Once she leaves, there will no longer be Zhao Zilong in Wutong Town.

"Let's go." Zhao Yun waved with his back to Wutong Town, leaving only a shadow of his back gradually moving away.

A tough guy.

tenderness.

In the small courtyard of Yuzhou City, he opened the door for the last time.

For ten years, he has not waited for Liu Ruxin. The piles of letters on the table recorded his thoughts.

"Are you lost?"

Zhao Yun murmured to himself, his voice hoarse.

The moment he closed the door, there were tears in his eyes.

He was going to break his promise. Once he left, Zhao Zilong would no longer be waiting for her. .