Although the New Year has passed, the weather has not yet warmed up. On Suzaku Street, which gets up in the morning, passers-by still bend their necks so as not to be poured into their clothes by the cold wind and take away a trace of heat that has finally gathered.

Newspaper boys have appeared all over the streets, which seems to be a scene on the streets of Chang'an.

People who want to know when it has happened in recent days, or want to know where there are interesting stories, or just want to find a few beautiful articles to enjoy, or even want to see which shops in Chang'an City have activities, they stop as usual, find out a few pennies, buy a few newspapers, spread them out and start from the front page. Some stop to read, some read while walking, some pick up the newspaper, and wait until they arrive at the market, sit down to eat some breakfast, read while eating, or, take this Yingmao, and then read it after work.

Today's newspapers, however, seem to be a little different from what they do on a regular basis.

On the front page, most of the places are not the words that discuss the government and politics on weekdays, or what policies the court uses to announce them, but a painting.

That painting is eerie and ruthless.

It was a mountain, and there was a mountain that stretched endlessly. People who read the newspaper were a little curious when they first saw this picture. In the past, the front page must have been a text related to the affairs of the imperial court, but how did it become a picture today? With such curiosity, I couldn't help but take a closer look.

This look, but I was surprised.

The mountain in the picture is just a mountain at first glance, but if you look closely, the mountain is full of human bones! The whole mountain seems to be made up of skulls without skin and flesh one by one! Dry skulls, hollow skulls, creepy skulls...... All those mountains are made of skulls!

No matter who you are, there is no one who is not surprised when you see this pattern, and there is no one who is not puzzled.

Fortunately, under the pattern, there was a sentence that turned to the second page, and people quickly opened the newspaper in their hands to the second page, wanting to see what was going on.

“…… Yu Xingshang Liaodong, enough to Goguryeo, see the people along the road and the river with mountains, towering and forested, and the yin qi is pressing. In the scorching summer, I also feel very cold, although it is bright and clear, I also hear ghosts crying. Yu passed through this mountain many times, and his heart was strange and strange. So I asked him. Nai proudly said: Although I am a mountain of Goguryeo, it was built by the Ruhan people. Yu is puzzled, its humanity: the former Sui Yang Emperor has no way, three expeditions to Goguryeo, millions of dead, with his head collected, built as a Beijing view. Yu was frightened, and then went to the foot of the mountain, but saw the wind and go to the sand, and the white bones under it were endless, all of which were the heads of my Han family's sons, and now they have become dry bones in other places! Yu couldn't help crying, wooing, and the soul returned......"

An article, there is not much rhetoric, and there is no way to talk about beauty, if you only take a piece of article, it is certainly not a masterpiece. However, his simple words are even more sad and indignant.

The pain was so great, the wounds were so deep that a dynasty was buried in the cries that came from Liaodong. Time is not far away, and people still remember that painful memory.

Some people silently shed tears, some clenched their fists, some gritted their teeth, and some overflowed with hatred -- Chang'an, Luoyang, Bingzhou, Yangzhou, Jinyang, Jinling, Guangzhou, ...... But wherever there is a newspaper opened by Xia Hongsheng, countless people are separated by thousands of miles from the region, but they all show the same expression.

When Xia Hongsheng entered the Liangyi Palace, he heard a desolate cry: "Your Majesty, my Han family is a million sons, and now he has become a white bone Jingguan, Goguryeo's heart can be punished, and its heart can be punished!" ”

Gao Shilian clutched a newspaper in his hand and cried on the ground, and many people on the side were already in tears, their fists clenched so tightly that even their knuckles turned white.

There are many old ministers of the former dynasty and generals of today.

Xia Hongsheng looked up, met Li Shimin's gaze, and nodded slightly.

Li Shimin also seemed to nod slightly, and then turned his gaze, as if he didn't see Xia Hongsheng.

"Your Majesty, please give your Majesty an order, the old minister is willing to go to Liaodong in person, order Goguryeo to destroy Jingguan, sacrifice to the soldiers, and meet the son of Liaodong who died in Liaodong to return to the country and enter the temple, and no longer be a lonely ghost and a wild ghost!" Yu Shinan also burst into tears and shouted to Li Shimin.

"Two old men, hurry up!" Li Shimin hurriedly went over and helped them up: "The two elders can rest assured, since I am the Son of Heaven, I will not fail to give an explanation to the sons and daughters of the Han family who died in Liaodong!" ”

After saying that, Li Shimin raised his head again, looked at Xia Hongsheng, and asked: "Xia Qing, I remember clearly, since the establishment of the spy camp, you have already sent spies to Goguryeo, but, why is the matter of Jingguan today only known to me from the mouths of a group of merchants?!" ”

Li Shimin's tone was very stern, questioning Xia Hongsheng.

"At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, Your Majesty has first ascended to the Great Treasure, surrounded by strong Turkic enemies, Your Majesty must concentrate on dealing with the Turks." Xia Hongsheng said calmly: "As for the extinction of the Turks, our dynasty has experienced many wars since the Wude period, the soldiers are disabled, and the national strength is weakened, so we need to recuperate and recuperate in order to restore the people's strength. Therefore, although the spies had discovered Jingguan, although the ministers and the people in the spy camp were indignant and angry, and hated to kill all Goguryeo, they finally held back and did not tell His Majesty. ”

"Why!" Li Shimin shouted violently.

"Forbearance is for accumulation, and accumulation is for erection." Xia Hongsheng bowed and saluted, and said without humility or arrogance: "Liaodong, the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is suitable to reclaim tens of thousands of acres of wasteland, which is no less than the land of the Central Plains. Its land is plain, covered with black soil, fertile and far beyond the Central Plains. There are also countless raw materials for making gasoline, kerosene, asphalt, etc., as well as copper and iron ore and coal. There is a saying: cold and warm agriculture is differentiated, dry and wet forests and pastures, wheat and mushrooms are all over the north, and flowers and fruits are in the South Mountain. Liaodong was originally Han soil, and after the Han Dynasty, the Central Plains was in turmoil, and Goguryeo took the opportunity to seize my Liaodong, occupy my land, and kill my people to rush the people of Goguryeo. However, Liaodong and Goguryeo are all bitterly cold in the north, and it is cold for more than half of the year, and if there is no way to keep out the cold, it will be difficult for the Central Plains people to survive in Liaodong. Goguryeo took this as a moat, so it was not afraid of the soldiers of the Central Plains. Your Majesty, although the minister did not tell His Majesty about Jingguan, he did not relax his vigilance against Goguryeo. The spy camp now has nearly 100 personnel all over Goguryeo, and has long been in the name of Yahao landscapes, bribing officials from all over the world with heavy money, guiding them to travel, and going everywhere, knowing the mountains, rivers, cities, customs, etc. of Goguryeo! As long as His Majesty gives an order, these materials will be transmitted back to Datang as soon as possible, sorted out and put in front of His Majesty. ”

Li Shimin took a deep breath and looked down at a newspaper spread out on the table in front of him, and in the pattern on it, those skulls seemed to be able to hear their cries through the newspaper. (To be continued.) )