C531 Zhang Yide to Hanoi

The sun was about to set. Gongsun Xu stood on top of Mang Mountain and looked at the distant Luoyang City. His mind couldn't help but think of the words, "Grieving Qin and Han Classics, tens of thousands of palaces have been turned to dust." He couldn't help but sigh with regret. In the hundreds of years of the Great Han Dynasty's capital, everything that entered his sight was greyish black