Along the main street from the city gate, there is a plain, the ten-mile long street is full of white flags, and various sacrificial objects are piled up on both sides of the road. Early in the morning, some people who watched the excitement and brought sacrificial objects gathered on both sides of the street and waited. The funeral procession enters the city.
A group of welcoming officials stood at the gate of the city, and the first one was the second prince, Chai Jinzhong.
Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but looked complacent, chatting and laughing freely with the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently looked away, and looked at Yiyi Weeping Willow by the river.
Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still couldn't believe it, they planned to escape at the beginning, maybe this time it was just a fake death? But the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, have said that Yang Zhao was indeed killed in a deadly battle. No matter what, the battle made the emperor and the Zhengshitang feel unspeakable, so the Zhao family army, which spent a lot of money, was completely defeated in such a grand battle.
But if Yang Zhao really died in battle...
"What are you thinking?" Mei Donghua asked Cheng Jia lightly.
"I was wondering, did the county magistrate of Sucheng really follow the orders of Prime Minister Dong?" Cheng Jia replied in a low voice with a serious expression on his face.
Mei Donghua was speechless for a moment. The county magistrate of Sioux City was born as a Jinshi, so they can be regarded as a Qingliu family, but they did not expect to threaten the defenders and refuse to open the door to let Yang Zhao die outside the city. This time the Zhao family came back in a big defeat, Dong Xiang was the first to launch an attack on the court, making both the Wang Xiang faction and the Zhao family faction unable to hold their heads up, but then the second prince returned, and after throwing this matter out, the wind direction suddenly turned again. And then when the second prince told about the achievements of Heishui Pass, Emperor Xiwen, who had been very defeated, suddenly cheered up like chicken blood. It was a big embarrassment to be killed by the Liao Kingdom for more than 100,000 people, but he also killed Liao. If there are more than 100,000 people in the country, it will be a draw.
"Here we come." Su Wen whispered.
The two of them immediately restrained their minds and looked at the official way.
May is the best season in Bianjing. The wind is warm and the flowers are in full bloom. The official road runs along the Bianhe River. There are weeping willows on both sides. When the wind blows, they dance one after another, which is extremely charming.
That team came into view in such a coquettish environment.
The red battle armor was as if stained with blood, and the white tassels on the helmet with the white belt around the waist were extremely dazzling in the blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly.
Thousands of tall war horses marched at the same pace like a single horse, and the sound of the horseshoes landing at the same time brought a shocking rhythm, as if knocking on people's hearts, Chai Jinzhong put away the pair of shoes without realizing it. A flamboyant expression.
The queue stopped at a distance of tens of meters from the city gate, when a strong wind blew up, causing the banner to unfurl violently, and the blood-red Yang character was very eye-catchingly displayed in the flying white belt.
Looking at the expressions on the faces of the knights, Cheng Jia's heart sank. He also knew a few of Yang Zhao's personal guards, and he couldn't pretend that sad look. So, Yang Zhao was indeed killed in battle. Fight with a hundred men and thousands of Liao troops, and die together!
Without going to see and listen to the words of the officials who followed Chai Jinzhong, Cheng Jia took a few steps forward and looked at the carriage behind the team. It was Ling Qingyu's special carriage. In the whole Great Zhou, there was no one other than her family. Personally, in this way, she was indeed summoned to come to Bianjing, as the wife of Duke Ding, to come to Bianjing as a hostage
Chai Jinzhong led the team, and the team slowly walked into Bianjing City. There was a cry from somewhere, and there were some cries from the crowd watching on both sides. White paper flew up all over the sky, and the tall knights The solemnity, then also bring some tragic color.
Ling Qingyu sneered again unconsciously, true or false! Compared with the unbearable and unbearable crying and mourning in the whole city in Dai County, everything here is like acting. Also, in the prosperous Bianjing, the drunken Bianjing, how many people can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, how rare it is to live a life protected by people's lives, and it doesn't matter if such a city is destroyed by such people.
Along the main street from the city gate, there is a plain, the ten-mile long street is full of white flags, and various sacrificial objects are piled up on both sides of the road. Early in the morning, some people who watched the excitement and brought sacrificial objects gathered on both sides of the street and waited. The funeral procession enters the city.
A group of welcoming officials stood at the gate of the city, and the first one was the second prince, Chai Jinzhong.
Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but looked complacent, chatting and laughing freely with the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently looked away, and looked at Yiyi Weeping Willow by the river.
Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still couldn't believe it, they planned to escape at the beginning, maybe this time it was just a fake death? But the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, have said that Yang Zhao was indeed killed in a deadly battle. No matter what, the battle made the emperor and the Zhengshitang feel unspeakable, so the Zhao family army, which spent a lot of money, was completely defeated in such a grand battle.
But if Yang Zhao really died in battle...
"What are you thinking?" Mei Donghua asked Cheng Jia lightly.
"I was wondering, did the county magistrate of Sucheng really follow the orders of Prime Minister Dong?" Cheng Jia replied in a low voice with a serious expression on his face.
Mei Donghua was speechless for a moment. The county magistrate of Sioux City was born as a Jinshi, so they can be regarded as a Qingliu family, but they did not expect to threaten the defenders and refuse to open the door to let Yang Zhao die outside the city. This time the Zhao family came back in a big defeat, Dong Xiang was the first to launch an attack on the court, making both the Wang Xiang faction and the Zhao family faction unable to hold their heads up, but then the second prince returned, and after throwing this matter out, the wind direction suddenly turned again. And then when the second prince told about the achievements of Heishui Pass, Emperor Xiwen, who had been very defeated, suddenly cheered up like chicken blood. It was a big embarrassment to be killed by the Liao Kingdom for more than 100,000 people, but he also killed Liao. If there are more than 100,000 people in the country, it will be a draw.
"Here we come." Su Wen whispered.
The two of them immediately restrained their minds and looked at the official way.
May is the best season in Bianjing. The wind is warm and the flowers are in full bloom. The official road runs along the Bianhe River. There are weeping willows on both sides. When the wind blows, they dance one after another, which is extremely charming.
That team came into view in such a coquettish environment.
The red battle armor was as if stained with blood, and the white tassels on the helmet with the white belt around the waist were extremely dazzling in the blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly.
Thousands of tall war horses marched at the same pace like a single horse, and the sound of the horseshoes landing at the same time brought a shocking rhythm, as if knocking on people's hearts, Chai Jinzhong put away the pair of shoes without realizing it. A flamboyant expression.
The queue stopped at a distance of tens of meters from the city gate, when a strong wind blew up, causing the banner to unfurl violently, and the blood-red Yang character was very eye-catchingly displayed in the flying white belt.
Looking at the expressions on the faces of the knights, Cheng Jia's heart sank. He also knew a few of Yang Zhao's personal guards, and he couldn't pretend that sad look. So, Yang Zhao was indeed killed in battle. Fight with a hundred men and thousands of Liao troops, and die together!
Without going to see and listen to the words of the officials who followed Chai Jinzhong, Cheng Jia took a few steps forward and looked at the carriage behind the team. It was Ling Qingyu's special carriage. In the whole Great Zhou, there was no one other than her family. Personally, in this way, she was indeed summoned to come to Bianjing, as the wife of Duke Ding, to come to Bianjing as a hostage
Chai Jinzhong led the team, and the team slowly walked into Bianjing City. There was a cry from somewhere, and there were some cries from the crowd watching on both sides. White paper flew up all over the sky, and the tall knights The solemnity, then also bring some tragic color.
Ling Qingyu sneered again unconsciously, true or false! Compared with the unbearable and unbearable crying and mourning in the whole city in Dai County, everything here is like acting. Also, in the prosperous Bianjing, the drunken Bianjing, how many people can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, how rare it is to live a life protected by people's lives, and it doesn't matter if such a city is destroyed by such people.