I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

When everyone saw this, they looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh in their hearts.

Although Tang Shuang was a princess, she had been kept in the palace for a long time, and the people she saw every day were either eunuchs, guards or palace maids.

Ever since she came to Fuzhen Temple, she would pester him to tell her about the martial arts world every day. Naturally, she developed a liking for Liu Wuyan, who was a few years older than her.

Liu Wuyan is seven feet tall, with a high nose bridge, and he treats everyone gently. Although his eyes are covered with black cloth due to congenital reasons, it adds a bit of mystery to him and highlights his handsome features.

"Thank you for your kindness, Princess."

Liu Wuyan thanked her, took the pastry from her hand and took a small bite.

“It’s really delicious.”

He responded with a faint smile.

Tang Shuang smiled happily upon hearing that. She took out several more portions from the lunch box and piled them all into Liu Wuyan's arms.

Liu Wuyan put it back on the table slowly and said, "It would be boring if I were to eat this kind of delicious food alone, so let's share it with everyone."

After the main lord spoke, Shou Yuan and Shou Qing took action.

Helian Cheng ate a piece of cake, came to Tang Shuang and said, "Why, the third princess has taken a fancy to my boy?"

Hearing this, Tang Shuang suppressed the throbbing in his heart and remained calm.

"Stop talking nonsense here. He promised me that he would take one with him when he goes down the mountain. Otherwise, this princess wouldn't have gone to so much trouble to bring this pastry out."

Although the little girl tried her best to conceal it, she could not fool Helian Cheng, who was often surrounded by beautiful women.

Helian Cheng didn't listen to her explanation, but said mysteriously: "Princess, listen to me, to deal with a boy like this, you only need to..."

Listening to Helian Cheng's words, Tang Shuang's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Is this true?"

Helian Cheng patted his chest and said confidently: "Don't worry, with my skills, do I need to deceive a little girl like you?"

When the third princess saw Helian Cheng's confident look, something seemed to be brewing in her bright eyes.

Then she lifted her skirt and left the yard in the surprised eyes of everyone.

...

...

The twenty-third year of Zhenghe.

Lantern Festival.

Night falls and the lanterns are turned on.

The entire capital city was lit up by colorful lanterns, shining brightly.

Children holding small lanterns were running around and playing in the crowd. Various riddles on both sides of the street were swaying and shining brightly, attracting countless pedestrians to stop and guess the riddles.

There is a wide variety of items sold by various vendors, and the air is filled with the sweet aroma of candied haws and the caramelized fragrance of roasted sweet potatoes.

Lion dance teams were everywhere in the streets and alleys, and the onlookers cheered and applauded.

Brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky above the capital, and the colorful flames intertwined together, like a gorgeous painting that was dazzling to the eyes.

Tang Zheng, along with Queen Wu Qian and a group of princes and ministers, sat on a high platform that overlooked most of the capital, admiring the bustling city.

At this moment, the entire capital city was immersed in an atmosphere of peace and joy.

"This situation and this scene should be made clear!"

Tang Zheng was in a very good mood and drank a glass of wine.

"Your Majesty has made good internal affairs and ruled the country with great integrity, which is why the Yuan Dynasty is what it is today."

An old minister flattered with a smile.

"Lord Liu is right. Your Majesty is working hard to govern the country, appointing talented people and innovating. This is a blessing for the people and a blessing for the country. It is a model for all ages!"

The ministers kept praising him.

As the emperor, Tang Zheng naturally liked to hear these.

Today, the Yuan Dynasty enjoys peace and prosperity, and its national strength is growing rapidly.

In just one year, all the turmoil that had occurred in the former Nanhua territory was completely stabilized.

The only problem now is Qin Mingrui's adopted son who is still firmly defending Hengzhou.

Now Tang Zheng can fully devote his energy to mobilizing troops to capture Hengzhou with lightning speed and crush Nanhua's last vestiges of resistance into pieces.

Dayuan Mountain, Fuzhen Temple.

The temple was also decorated with lights and was very lively.

Li Feng, Shu Jianqing, Shou Yuan Shouqing, Helian Cheng, Tang Yu, Liu Wuyan and others went down the mountain to participate in the lively Lantern Festival in the capital.

"It's rare for everyone to go down the mountain together this year. Wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't go?"

Taoist Mingxu stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

Although everyone wanted Yan Xiu to go with them, he declined with a smile because he preferred quietness.

Although it was not bad to go down the mountain, he still preferred to sit on a high platform and overlook the hustle and bustle of the world.

Looking at the sky above the capital that looked like a sea of ​​brilliant stars, he smiled faintly and said, "It's okay. One day, I will travel around this world."

...

February, the beginning of spring.

After the imperial edict was issued, the 500,000-strong army, which was ready for battle, immediately set out and marched towards Hengzhou.

When this news spread to Hengzhou like the wind, it caused considerable panic.

Seven out of ten people in Hengzhou moved their families to other states and counties, and some dignitaries also chose to sell their properties and joined the army of refugees.

After Qin Mingrui's adopted son's army learned the news, many soldiers who wanted to retreat deserted in the middle of the night.

Fortunately, he beheaded several leading deserters in a bloody manner and hung their bodies above the camp gate, easily suppressing the riot.

Hengzhou, Guangji Prefecture.

It was late at night, but the lobby was still brightly lit.

A young man in a cloak folded his arms, staring at the sand table in front of him, his brows twisted into a "川" shape.

This person was Qin Mingrui's adopted son, named Qin Han.

At this time, a deputy general walked in slowly and placed a bowl of steaming noodles on the table.

"General, I was worried that you were hungry, so I asked the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles. Eat it while it's hot."

Qin Han relaxed his frown upon hearing this, nodded and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The deputy general looked worried and said, "General, you have been sleepless for four or five days. How can your body endure it? Please rest early."

Ever since receiving the news that the Yuan army was marching, Qin Han could not sleep at night. He stood in front of the sand table every day trying to find a glimmer of hope.

Thirty thousand versus five hundred thousand!

The enemy's strength is more than ten times that of ours. Such a huge gap in strength is right before our eyes.

Although Qin Han's 30,000 men were all veterans of the battlefield carefully selected by Qin Mingrui, even the reincarnation of a military saint would be powerless to solve this situation.

Qin Han sighed and said bitterly, "Not only did a million soldiers die under the sorcery in that battle, but even my adoptive father was not spared and died at the hands of that Great Yuan demon. If I can't kill my enemy with my own hands, how can I face my adoptive father?"

When Qin Han heard the news of Qin Mingrui's defeat, he felt like the sky had fallen and he couldn't believe it at all.

Afterwards, he sent people to the battlefield to investigate, only to find countless corpses scattered across the wasteland, a scene that looked like hell.

People who are well-informed can see at a glance that someone used extremely bloody means to massacre millions of Nanhua soldiers alive.

Qin Mingrui has always loved his soldiers like his own sons, so Qin Han naturally would not believe that his adoptive father would do this, so he regarded Yan Xiu as the culprit.

Thinking of this, Qin Han felt sad and slammed the table.

The bowl of noodles exploded immediately after the impact, and the soup spilled into the sand table.