In the world, Chang'an city.

After more than 20 years of fighting, Xiliang and Muye finally ushered in a brief peace.

The people of the whole city gathered at the gate of the city to welcome the God of war in Xiliang. Huo Mingche, the son of Zhennan king, returned triumphantly.

When he was only twenty-five years old, he made great achievements in war and won the respect of countless soldiers and people.

Ten miles long street, a sea of people, flags fluttering, majestic horn sound, people's faces filled with smiles, a lively scene.

Everyone stood on tiptoe waiting for Wang Shi to enter the city.

"It's said that the son of God is in the frontier, and he is called the hell of the world. Anyone who sees him will die!"

"That's natural. How can we defeat the army ruled Muye company? We, the God of war, can not only wipe out the pastures, but also attack his hometown! Now Muye has capitulated. It is said that soon their envoys will come to pay homage and send the beauties to make peace with each other. "

A few reading men were talking in the crowd.

"It is said that many of Muye's counsellors were scared to death by the mortal hell!"

"My God, how ugly is he? a long-toothed man with a livid face? Eight feet tall? "

"Hum! Uglier than a pig hyena! It is said that he swallowed a child in the frontier, bloodthirsty and tyrannical, which scared off the majestic soldiers in Muye. Do you see today's welcome people, there is a daughter of the figure? They all know the news. They are afraid that they will be looked down upon by the world. They will hide at home and not come out! "

"Hahaha, so it is. In normal times, these thousands of gold would like to hang out on the Ping'an Street every day, waiting to see the flowers ~"

"excuse me! Excuse me

While they were talking, they heard a crisp and ethereal voice. A young man in white with white skin and beautiful appearance rushed out of the restaurant with a paper fan in hand and a slightly drunk step.

Natural romantic, natural and unrestrained, as clear as the moon pines, temperament like streams bamboo, "he" naturally attracted all eyes.

People laugh and laugh at him while they let him drive.

"Gu Tanhua, who did you stay in yesterday?"

"Ha ha, the Meiniang in tianxiangju is so warm, but it's hard to be gracious."

Gu jiuci smiles at the crowd, arranges her clothes, puts on her official hat, and hurried into the procession of courtiers to welcome Wang Shi's victory.

"Hum! The son of a traitor, he's a dog and a loafer all day! Their father and son are in collusion with each other to control the government. My good Xiliang will be buried in their hands sooner or later! "

"Yes! What's the matter with your majesty that you trust their father and son! "

In the crowd, the scholars were filled with righteous indignation.

All these words fell into Gu jiuci's ears, but she didn't care at all. After all, the same words have worn out her ears in the past ten years.

"Jiuci, how can you come! I heard that Huo Mingche is called the hell of the world. He is not a man of words and he is cruel. Be careful that he remembers your neglect and will deal with you in the future. "

Gu jiuci's childhood playmates and friends, Zhang Yingcai and Ma Wenchao, lowered their voices to remind them.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not a shepherd boy. Can hell eat me?"

Gu jiuci waved her hand. She has been fearless since she was a child. Today, I want to see how many fangs she has in the world.

While talking, a horse galloped from the crowd, waving the flag violently.

"I'm the king of Xiliang, I'm in the city!"