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The Flag Enters the Yanyun Ending

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    Zhou Ping lay on the bed, falling into a half-dream and half-awake state.  ¡·Beside his couch, guards from various countries, shogunate administrators, representatives of various ethnic groups under the empire, as well as envoys from vassal countries filled the dozens of meters square dormitory.  Most of the representatives of the emperor and the ministers of the two governments were blocked outside the palace. They knelt in a row on the steps, and behind them were the ministers and ministers of various ministries.  No one said anything inside or outside the dormitory. The scene was controlled by a tense and terrifying atmosphere. Everyone had an idea in their heart, but no one dared to express it.  The dark crowd was like a dark cloud, crowded and competing. Everyone was trying their best to get closer to the simple bed, or rather to the general lying on the bed.  They were like a group of hungry vultures, circling around Zhou Ping, waiting for that moment to arrive. They knew that that moment was not far away.  In his dream, Zhou Ping suddenly found that he had become younger, and his body was filled with the unique vitality of young people again. He looked around in a daze, trying to determine where he was.  At this time, a burst of music came, mixed with people's laughter and laughter. He instinctively walked towards the place where the sound came from. In the hazy moment, he saw a happy team, many people riding horses, and some playing music.  Some were playing musical instruments, chatting and laughing with their companions, and everyone came over happily.  The leader was a burly monk with a gray beard, riding a red horse and talking to the person next to him.  Behind him were two men with similar descriptions who seemed to be brothers.  Behind them was a strong man with one eye big and one small. He was drunk and didn't speak. The Hu Luli arrows on his waist were shaking, as if they were about to fall. There were many people behind them, but Zhou Ping  I don¡¯t even remember much.  People walked past Zhou Ping, and the leading monk suddenly glanced at Zhou Ping, smiled but said nothing.  He winked at Zhou Ping, tilted his head, and motioned for Zhou Ping to follow him.  Unable to help himself, Zhou Ping slowly followed, but the people were walking too fast, so Zhou Ping changed from small steps to long steps, from long steps to quick steps, and then started to run, but he still couldn't catch up. His breath  It started to become urgent.  Zhou Ping started to cough on the couch, and the people in the dormitory became excited. Everyone tried their best to squeeze forward, so the crowd around the couch became tighter.  Zhou Ping ran a long way, but he saw the group of people walking further and further away, and he couldn't catch up at all.  Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the leading monk said something, and several figures on horseback in the team turned around, as if they were coming to pick him up.  Zhou Ping vaguely recognized them as Liu Sheng and Xue Liangchen!  They rushed over shouting Zhou Ping's name and stretched out their hands to him.  People in the palace watched silently as Zhou Ping slowly stretched out his hand into the void, and finally, his arm hung straight down.  Suddenly, there was a cry from behind the bed.  But after a while, the growing cries were drowned out by the sounds of men arguing, shouting, and pushing.  Warriors of different races dragged each other and clamored, claiming that they had custody of the general's body that could not be ignored.  They were unarmed, but every time they stretched out a finger, there were countless fingers pointing at the person.  The men roared, threatened, and greeted each other's ancestors and parents in the most vicious terms, getting louder and louder.  Finally, a high-pitched male voice overpowered everyone. He said, "What do you mean by guarding the collar?" Then all the disputes ended. In the next moment, everyone's eyes focused on the man kneeling next to the couch.  .  Xue Liangyu had nothing to say. He just held Zhou Ping's body, his old face full of tears.
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