Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

The main street from the city gate is plain, and the ten-mile long street is covered with white flags. Various memorial items are piled on both sides of the road. Early on, people watching the excitement and some people who carried memorial items gathered on both sides of the street to wait. The funeral procession enters the city.

A group of officials were standing at the city gate to greet them, and one of them was the second prince Chai Jinzhong.

Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but looked contented and chatting and laughing with the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently withdrew his gaze and looked at the weeping willows by the river.

Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still didn't believe it. They planned to escape at first. Maybe they just faked their death this time? However, the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, all said that Yang Zhao indeed died in a deadly battle. No matter what, this war caused unspeakable suffering to the emperor and the political affairs hall. The Zhao family army, which went out with such great fanfare and spent a lot of money, was completely defeated. If it weren't for the record at Heishui Pass, they would have lost their face.

But if Yang Zhao really died in battle...

What are you thinking about? Mei Donghua touched Cheng Jia lightly and asked.

I was thinking, is the Su Cheng County Magistrate really following the orders of Prime Minister Dong? Cheng Jia replied in a low voice with a serious look on his face.

Mei Donghua was speechless for a moment. The magistrate of Sucheng County was a Jinshi, and could be considered a member of their Qingliu clan. Unexpectedly, he threatened the defenders and refused to open the door, allowing Yang Zhao to die in battle outside the city. This time the Zhao family returned in defeat. Prime Minister Dong first launched an attack on the court, which made both the Wang Xiang faction and the Zhao family faction unable to raise their heads. But then the second prince returned and threw the matter out, and the wind suddenly turned again. Then, when the second prince told the story of Heishui Pass, Emperor Xiwen, who was originally very depressed, suddenly cheered up like a chicken blood. It was a great shame to be killed by the Liao Kingdom for more than 100,000 people, but he also killed the Liao Dynasty. If there are more than 100,000 people in the country, it will be a war.

Here we come. Su Wen whispered.

The two of them immediately calmed down and looked at the official road.

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 in various directions, which is extremely charming.

The team came into view in such a charming ****.

The red armor looked like it was stained with blood, and the white tassel on the white belt around the waist and the helmet was extremely dazzling in the blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly and silently.

Thousands of tall war horses moved forward at the same pace like one horse. At the same time, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground gave a shocking rhythm. It was like knocking on people's hearts, and Chai Jinzhong even put away his hooves. An arrogant expression.

The queue stopped a few dozen meters away from the city gate. A strong wind blew, causing the flag to unfold fiercely, and the blood-red Yang character appeared strikingly among the flying white ribbons.

Looking at the expressions on the knights' faces, Cheng Jia's heart sank. He also knew a few of Yang Zhao's personal guards. He couldn't pretend to look like that. So, Yang Zhao did die in the battle. A hundred men fought against thousands of Liao troops, but they all died together!

Without looking and listening to the scenes 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. There was no one else in the whole Zhou Dynasty except her family. I personally have, so to put it this way, she was indeed summoned to come to Bianjing, as the wife of Duke Dingguo, to come to Bianjing as a hostage?

Chai Jinzhong led the team, and the team slowly walked into Bianjing City. A cry was heard from somewhere, and there were some cries from the crowd watching on both sides. White paper flew up in the sky, and the tall knights The solemnity also brings some tragic color.

Ling Qingyu sneered again without realizing it, true or false! Compared to the spontaneous silence in Dai County and the unbearable bursts of crying and mourning, everything here is like acting. Also, in the bustling Bianjing, how many people in the drunken and dreamy Bianjing can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, how rare it is to live protected by people with their lives, and it doesn't matter if such a city and its people are destroyed.

The main street from the city gate is plain, and the ten-mile long street is covered with white flags. Various memorial items are piled on both sides of the road. Early on, people watching the excitement and some people who carried memorial items gathered on both sides of the street to wait. The funeral procession enters the city.

A group of officials were standing at the city gate to greet them, and one of them was the second prince Chai Jinzhong.

Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but looked contented and chatting and laughing with the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently withdrew his gaze and looked at the weeping willows by the river.

Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still didn't believe it. They planned to escape at first. Maybe they just faked their death this time? However, the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, all said that Yang Zhao indeed died in a deadly battle. No matter what, this war caused unspeakable suffering to the emperor and the political affairs hall. The Zhao family army, which went out with such great fanfare and spent a lot of money, was completely defeated. If it weren't for the record at Heishui Pass, they would have lost their face.

But if Yang Zhao really died in battle...

What are you thinking about? Mei Donghua touched Cheng Jia lightly and asked.

I was thinking, is the Su Cheng County Magistrate really following the orders of Prime Minister Dong? Cheng Jia replied in a low voice with a serious look on his face.

Mei Donghua was speechless for a moment. The magistrate of Sucheng County was a Jinshi, and could be considered a member of their Qingliu clan. Unexpectedly, he threatened the defenders and refused to open the door, allowing Yang Zhao to die in battle outside the city. This time the Zhao family returned in defeat. Prime Minister Dong first launched an attack on the court, which made both the Wang Xiang faction and the Zhao family faction unable to raise their heads. But then the second prince returned and threw the matter out, and the wind suddenly turned again. Then, when the second prince told the story of Heishui Pass, Emperor Xiwen, who was originally very depressed, suddenly cheered up like a chicken blood. It was a great shame to be killed by the Liao Kingdom for more than 100,000 people, but he also killed the Liao Dynasty. If there are more than 100,000 people in the country, it will be a war.

Here we come. Su Wen whispered.

The two of them immediately calmed down and looked at the official road.

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 in various directions, which is extremely charming.

The team came into view in such a charming ****.

The red armor looked like it was stained with blood, and the white tassel on the white belt around the waist and the helmet was extremely dazzling in the blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly and silently.

Thousands of tall war horses moved forward at the same pace like one horse. At the same time, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground gave a shocking rhythm. It was like knocking on people's hearts, making Chai Jinzhong put away his hooves without realizing it. An arrogant expression.

The queue stopped a few dozen meters away from the city gate. A strong wind blew, causing the flag to unfold fiercely, and the blood-red Yang character appeared strikingly among the flying white ribbons.

Looking at the expressions on the knights' faces, Cheng Jia's heart sank. He also knew a few of Yang Zhao's personal guards. He couldn't pretend to look like that. So, Yang Zhao did die in battle. A hundred men fought against thousands of Liao troops, but they all died together!

Without looking and listening to the scenes 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. There was no one else in the whole Zhou Dynasty except her family. I personally have, so to put it this way, she was indeed summoned to come to Bianjing, as the wife of Duke Dingguo, to come to Bianjing as a hostage?

Chai Jinzhong led the team, and the team slowly walked into Bianjing City. A cry was heard from somewhere, and there were some cries from the crowd watching on both sides. White paper flew up in the sky, and the tall knights The solemnity also brings some tragic color.

Ling Qingyu sneered again without realizing it, true or false! Compared to the spontaneous silence in Dai County and the unbearable bursts of crying and mourning, everything here is like acting. Also, in the bustling Bianjing, how many people in the drunken and dreamy Bianjing can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, how rare it is to live protected by people with their lives, and it doesn't matter if such a city and its people are destroyed.