Waqiaoguan is only a day's journey away from the capital, and the stragglers from the feudal town have already arrived at a place 30 miles away from the capital, and may launch an attack on the capital at any time.
The news of the feudal town's siege began to spread among the people in the capital.
"It's not good, there are a large number of troops thirty miles away, and it is estimated that there will be another war!"
"It is said that those troops belonged to Pan Meichen, Yanyun Jiedu envoy, and tomorrow he will lead an army of 100,000 to attack the city!"
"The imperial court has no soldiers to send, no generals to send. The fall of the capital is a matter of time. If we leave the capital as soon as possible, we may save a life. If it is too late, we will be besieged in the capital and die!"
"Doesn't General Huguorong lead troops to conquer the traitors? Once she goes out, she can definitely take Pan Meichen down."
"It's hard to say. Now that General Rong's 100,000 northern troops have retreated to the northwest of the capital, they probably don't dare to confront Pan Meichen's army."
There was a lot of discussion on the street, and people were panicked. Those who settled down and relocated were unwilling to leave, while those who wanted to survive the war picked up their sons and daughters and led their wives and relatives to leave the capital.
At the Nanxun Gate in the capital, tens of thousands of people gathered to leave the city in the morning, and the order was quite chaotic.
The current situation is chaotic, and there are also looters who take advantage of the fire, or go to the gold and silver jewelry store to rob things, or go to the delicatessen to grab food, all kinds of chaos. Just in response to that sentence, Luanli people are not as good as Taiping dogs!
Rong Chang'an started in the morning, and every two hours, she went up to the city wall to see the situation outside the palace.
When he saw the chaotic capital city, Rong Chang felt relieved like a knife. If Li Hai came to beg again, she might lead the army to go out to return the country to a peaceful world!
"Queen, it's time for lunch!" Chuntao said to Rong Chang'an concerned.
Rong Changan looked back at Chuntao, his eyes were full of melancholy and sentimental: "Chuntao, do you think I'm hateful? Am I a selfish woman?" The red corners of his eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
Chuntao did not comment on Rong Changan's refusal to lead troops, but said in a maid's identity and tone: "I believe that the queen has her own considerations in everything she does!"
Chuntao's words were neither serious nor serious, they were comforting words, perhaps in Chuntao's heart, she was already blaming Rong Chang'an.
Walking down the city wall, returning to Fengming Palace, seeing a table of delicacies, Rong Changan didn't have any appetite, and a neon dress brushed against the table legs.
"Eat it, just give me a cup of sour plum soup."
Chun Tao showed embarrassment: "Queen, there is no sour plum soup in the imperial dining room now!"
If Rong Changan can't eat, she likes to drink a cup of sour plum soup as an appetizer. This is her habit, and Chuntao knows it well. This was the first time Chuntao said that there was no sour plum soup in the imperial dining room. Could it be that Chuntao hated her for refusing to send troops, so she didn't want to serve her sour plum soup
Rong Changan tugged at the corner of Bao Liang's mouth: "Forget it, I'll lie down for a while."
Chuntao said: "Queen, it's not that the people in the imperial dining room don't want to prepare sour plum soup, but that the capital is in a state of chaos, and those who sell sour plums don't do business, and have left the city for their lives. Queen, there are chickens, ducks and fish on the table now. After a few days, the rebels arrived and surrounded the capital, making it impossible to get through, even the chickens and ducks were not sold."
Chuntao is not alarmist. If the city is besieged, the price of rice will definitely increase. At that time, even if you have gold, you may not be able to buy rice noodles. If the city has been besieged for more than half a year, even if you gnaw on the bark, there will be no one to gnaw. People cannibalize people, and eating children is a common thing.
Thinking of the tragic situation, Rong Chang'an felt cold, "Chuntao, I don't have much appetite, why don't you pack all the good food on this table, put it in a basket, take it out of the palace, and give it to those hungry people?" Let the poor people eat!"
Chuntao couldn't bear it: "Queen, the imperial dining room can last for about half a month now, the whole Dajing Kingdom is hungry, and the emperor and you can't be hungry!"
Rong Changan was upset and didn't want to say any more: "Listen to me, take it out quickly! This way, my heart will feel better!"
Rong Changan's footsteps suddenly became faster, he turned around the landscape screen, threw himself on the soft bed, and cried. She really wanted to give herself a heavy slap in the face!
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Waqiaoguan, the meeting hall of the feudal town.
Pan Meichen sat on a golden nanmu chair on the fifth step, pinched her chin, and shot eagle-like eyes on Liu Yiming who was standing below. One was wearing armor, the other was in a toga with long sleeves, and the other had a ferocious and stern face. A Ruya is a little immature.
There are various military academies lined up on both sides, and they are all men with swords on their hips and swords on their backs, with a cold light shining in their eyes.
"Who are you, and what is your official position in the court now? What did the emperor ask you to come here?" Pan Meichen's voice was full of air from Pan Meichen's thick lips. It was gloomy, as if it came from the ground.
There was a hint of softness in Liu Yiming's words: "I am Liu Yiming, the champion of the new discipline, and I am currently serving as the censor. I was ordered by the emperor to come to persuade the general to go to Beijing to plead guilty, and then retreat back to northern Xinjiang."
A muffled laugh rolled in Pan Meichen's throat, and after rolling for a while, the sound came out like firecrackers.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
It wasn't just Pan Meichen who was laughing, but also the traitor generals sitting in two rows.
It was a mocking laugh.
Suddenly, Pan Meichen stopped laughing, and Liu Yiming's cold eyes almost froze.
boom! Pan Meichen's thick hands hit the armrest of the chair.
"Hmph, what qualifications does Li Hai have to tell the general to withdraw now? I am the one who will kill the imperial army to the last! If he is not convinced, he can send the army to fight with me! Retreat? Plead guilty? Hehehe, Li Hai is just like you, thinking too naively."
A military academy next to him suddenly shouted sharply: "You little censor, you are only a fourth-rank official, and you won't kneel down when you meet our general? Quick, kneel down for our general!"
"Kneel down!" shouted the military academies on both sides.
The corners of Liu Yiming's mouth twitched, showing disdain, he lifted his chin slightly, and tilted his face.
"Although I am only a fourth-rank minister of the imperial court, today I am ordered by the emperor. As an angel, how can I kneel down to a general guarding the border? The person who should kneel down to me is Pan Meichen, not me Liu Yiming!"
The corner of Pan Meichen's mouth twitched into a sinister smile, and he listened intently: "What did you say? Try saying it again!"
Liu Yiming's heart was pounding, but he understood that if he couldn't complete the mission and humiliate the mission, Li Hai wouldn't spare him when he went back, so why not go all out and preserve the angel's majesty, if he won't die, then he would definitely be promoted to a noble when he went back up!
"I am an angel, and I bear the emperor's mandate. General Pan should kneel down to me!"
The smile was no longer on Pan Meichen's face, replaced by a gloomy coldness and cruelty.
A white light flashed, and within a breath, Pan Meichen had already flown in front of Liu Yiming, and on his neck, there was already a shining big knife. This broadsword has been stained with the blood of many enemies, and there is still a little cinnabar-like blood stain on the handle of the knife, which cannot be washed off no matter how much it is cleaned.
"Say it again?" Pan Meichen shouted again.
The knife seemed to be as heavy as Mount Tai, and Liu Yiming felt that his knees could no longer bear it. Now he doesn't even dare to swallow his saliva to moisten his dry throat.
"General Pan, what are you doing? If you dare to kill a court official, you will be punished!"
"There is no one I dare not kill," Pan Meichen said. "Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant. Kneel or not?"
Liu Yiming's face was completely pale: "I am the emperor's angel, and I will not kneel down to the border officials!"
The white blade sank into Liu Yiming's neck little by little, and blood came out, dripping along the blade and falling to the ground.
"Kneeling or not?" Pan Meichen's hand exerted force again, and the blade almost went in by an inch.