The first time in history

Qian Mingduo's heart was screaming frantically: "No, don't!" But his lips were tightly closed. He knew that he could not stop all this from happening. His hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug deep into his palms, blood oozed out, but he did not feel the slightest pain. His eyes were always closely following Yang Guifei's figure, as if he wanted to deeply engrave her every movement and every expression in his heart.

Yang Guifei's steps became slower and slower, and the moments she had spent with Emperor Minghuang kept appearing before her eyes. The romance under the moonlight and the warmth of their mutual support were about to become eternal memories. Her heart was broken, but she still walked forward firmly.

When Yang Guifei finally reached the white silk, she stopped, turned around, and once again looked at Emperor Tang Minghuang affectionately. That look contained thousands of words, including her love for him and her blessing for the Tang Dynasty.

Qian Mingduo could no longer control his emotions. He broke free from the support of the people around him and rushed to Yang Guifei: "My beloved, don't!"

The soldiers quickly stopped him: "Your Majesty, the overall situation is more important!"

Yang Guifei smiled sadly: "Your Majesty, take care." After that, she slowly put the white silk around her neck.

"Curtain." At this moment, Qian Mingduo suddenly shouted loudly: "Come here, use the curtain to cover the surroundings, so that others can't see the appearance of the imperial concubine."

Qian Mingduo clasped his fists and bowed to the soldiers around him: "As the Son of Heaven... I beg all the soldiers to let my beloved concubine have some face in the last moment." He slowly bent down.

"All the soldiers," Gao Lishi quickly helped Qian Mingduo up and said to everyone, "Do you really want the emperor to pay respect to you? The emperor just doesn't want to see the concubine in pain. Are you afraid that the concubine will run away?" He pointed to the surroundings and said, "This place has been surrounded by you. Don't you have any sympathy for the emperor?"

The soldiers looked at each other and nodded silently.

"Quickly," Gao Lishi immediately ordered the eunuchs, "cover the surroundings with curtains, quickly, quickly."

"My beloved, I am sorry for you!" Emperor Minghuang's cry echoed over Mawei Slope, heartbreaking.

The soldiers around were also deeply shocked by this scene. Some of them cried quietly, some prayed silently, and some tightly grasped their weapons, vowing to fight for the future of the Tang Dynasty.

An elderly general stepped forward and helped Emperor Tang Minghuang up: "Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has passed away. Please accept your condolences. The Tang Dynasty still needs you to revive its glory."

Emperor Tang Minghuang raised his head with a blank look in his eyes: "I have lost my beloved concubine, I have lost everything."

"Your Majesty, this is not the time to be sad. We must urgently mobilize troops from all over the country to quell the rebellion and revive the Tang Dynasty." The general's words were firm and powerful.

Emperor Tang Minghuang was silent for a long time, and finally stood up slowly: "I understand, I can't let my beloved concubine sacrifice in vain."

The place name Maweipo has become an eternal memory in the long river of history, witnessing that poignant and beautiful love story as well as the rise and fall, glory and disgrace of the Tang Dynasty.

Qian Mingduo sat alone in the gorgeous carriage, his heart like a raging wave, churning with endless complex emotions.

As a time traveler, he thought he could look at this historical scene from a detached perspective. However, at this moment, he found himself deeply involved in it.

His heart was filled with pity for Yang Guifei's fate. This beautiful woman had once enjoyed wealth and glory, and had been favored by the emperor. But now she was going to die in this chaotic war. This huge gap made him feel the impermanence and cruelty of fate.

At the same time, he also empathized with Emperor Tang Minghuang's helplessness and pain. As an emperor, he was unable to protect his beloved woman. The powerlessness and sadness were so heavy that Qian Mingduo seemed to be able to personally feel the torment brought by the responsibility and choice that was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

He also had mixed feelings towards the soldiers who forced Yang Guifei to die. He understood their worries and anger about the fate of the country, but he could not accept that they decided a person's life or death in such a decisive way.

In this chaotic scene, Qian Mingduo felt a deep loneliness and helplessness. He knew that the wheel of history was unstoppable, but witnessing all this happening with his own eyes made him want to shout and change, but he also knew that he was powerless.

His heart is full of thoughts on human nature. At the moment of life and death, interests, loyalty, love, and responsibility are intertwined and collide with each other, showing the most complex and true side of human nature.

Qian Mingduo's eyes became moist, and he prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this tragic history would serve as a permanent warning to future generations.

A few days later, the moonlight at midnight shone like silver on the earth, but no one in the vast army of refugees appreciated the beautiful moonlight. People dragged their heavy feet and stumbled forward slowly.

Qian Mingduo held a pearl flower in his hand and examined it carefully. This was left by Yang Guifei, and it was the only thought she left for him. He put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, as if he could smell the fragrance of Yang Guifei. The faint fragrance reminded him of Yang Guifei's peerless beauty and extremely gentle smile.

He didn't expect that the first blind box would allow him to experience the luxury and majesty of being an emperor. He also got to see Yang Guifei, one of the four great beauties. If it weren't for the hateful fat man's rebellion, he would have slept in the same bed with the concubine. What kind of feeling would that be!

Qian Mingduo let out a long sigh, a sigh full of deep regret.

A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats came from afar, and a young eunuch jumped off the horse. Gao Lishi hurriedly walked onto the dragon chariot platform and whispered, "Saint..."

"Ask him to come in and report back." Qian Mingduo said anxiously.

Gao Lishi quickly stepped down from the dragon chariot, patted the young eunuch who was following the chariot with a bow, and signaled him to enter the chariot to report.

Soon, the young eunuch bowed and stepped out of the dragon chariot.

The night before arriving at Mawei Slope, Qian Mingduo arranged two eunuchs to escort Yang Guifei away quietly. The reason why he waited until he was about to arrive at Mawei Slope before sending Yang Guifei away was that Qian Mingduo had gone through countless decisions and denials. He was struggling in his heart. He knew that he had made a mistake and he should not change history. But he firmly believed that no matter who it was, under that situation, he would make the same mistake as him.

Qian Mingduo leaned against the dragon chariot, smelling the pearl flowers in his hand, and looked at the bright moon through the narrow window. "The peerless Yang Guifei, are you also looking at this bright moon at this moment? I hope the bright moonlight and gentle sea breeze can soothe your frightened heart."