Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Because something unexpected happened, Yang Zhao, the Duke of Dingguo, was born out of the blue. In order to ensure the stability of Heishui Pass, his widow must come to Bianjing, so the imperial residence must not be lost. There is no other way, Zhengshitang He had no choice but to persuade Emperor Xiwen to turn the Anguo Palace, which had just been recovered not long ago, into the Dingguo Palace.

The door of the mansion was newly replaced and smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong feel very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to look sad and wait for the coffin to enter the decorated mourning hall. Seeing a woman getting out of the carriage, who was dressed in white and wore a black gauze hat, and was supported by a woman next to her, Chai Jinzhong hurriedly stepped forward, stopped the woman from bowing, and said: Madam, please get up, Madam, please get up.

Ling Qingyu still bowed politely, then lowered his head and thanked her softly, then slowly walked in from the door.

Cheng Jia clenched her hands into fists, and traces of pain spread in her heart. Although the black gauze blocked all eyes that visited her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. It turned out that her whole body was filled with the warmth of the spring sun. His vitality was gone, and he was replaced by a cold, desperate coldness.

The mourning hall was laid out for two days, and then Chai Jinzhong stepped in to preside over the ceremony and held a grand state funeral.

The ten-mile long street turned white again, and more commemorative supplies were piled all over the street than on the day he entered the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere did not appear the same embarrassing situation as the day he entered the city, Chai Jinzhong also arranged for people to cry bitterly on the street.

But when the thousands of soldiers wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning followed the widow dressed in mourning step by step on the street with sad faces but without saying a word or shedding a tear, those fake cries couldn't help but stop.

It was the only one that people in Bianjing had ever seen. There was no mourning, no crying, and it was so quiet that only the sound of paper money could be heard. Even the footsteps seemed like a funeral that was deliberately light and uniform to avoid disturbing the deceased. .

The woman who followed the coffin carried by sixteen people had her back straight and only her head in the hood was slightly lowered. There was no cry of grief, but everyone who saw it seemed to be able to empathize with her. Feel the pain.

Fan Zheng sighed and said, Maybe we were really wrong.

It's not maybe, it's really wrong! Su Wen also sighed.

Seeing that the second prince worked so hard to help Heishui Pass this time, could it be that Heishui Pass has now taken refuge with the second prince? Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money that floated to his face and whispered.

It doesn't matter who you surrender to? Aren't you afraid of their neutrality? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about? Su Ce sneered.

Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was here, Heishui Pass had always been neutral and did not favor any force. It only guarded Heishui Pass. In the past, they took it for granted that he won the battle, and they could pick on him from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After conquering three cities, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of more than 100,000 miles and marched thousands of miles. If the Zhao family's new army hadn't been defeated so quickly, if it hadn't been for the fact that Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, who were supposed to join forces, withdrew directly. Going back, if Su City opens the city gate, Yang Zhao will not die. If this war is fought by Heishuiguan and Yang Zhao is the commander, then all Jiuzhou outside Yanyun may have been recovered by now.

However, these inside stories were concealed. The people of Bianjing only knew that the battle was a draw, and that a general died. The court also gave the dead general a very high-level posthumous title and a generous burial. They did not know the truth and praised the emperor. Praising the imperial court for its kindness became the mainstream rumor in Bianjing City.

I think that He Li is also a fierce general. The soldiers at Heishui Pass are indeed extraordinary. Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua and said, I agree with the second prince's suggestion this time to increase the number of troops at Heishui Pass.

But if they join the second prince now, the power will be unbalanced. Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.

Balance? Nowadays, the battle for power is in full swing, and they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no conclusion yet on who they will support. They can only try to maintain a balance.

Su Ce, have you seen her in the past few days? Cheng Jia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked a question that made everyone who was meditating startled.

Isn't she always kneeling behind the mourning hall to pay condolences? Su Ce glanced at Cheng Jia strangely, then understood that he was asking her if she had seen him alone, so he smiled sarcastically and said, She has time to see him. Me? There were so many people watching outside, and there was an endless stream of people from all walks of life who went to find out the news in the name of condolences. How could she have time? Even if she had time, it would be impossible to see him at this time, but , what makes him sad the most is that he doesn't know if she is still willing to treat him as a friend under such circumstances.

Yeah, it's raining... Cheng Jia raised his head and stretched out his hand. Fine raindrops fell, wetting a piece of paper money and falling into his palm.

The rain at the turn of spring and summer came quickly, and soon it turned into a heavy rain. The big raindrops knocked those watching the excitement and rushed around. Suddenly, the streets became cold.

The only thing left on the empty long street was the queue that was still marching in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.

After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of himself, many officials also left. After leaving the city gate, almost only the officials from the Ministry of Rites were still accompanying him.

Girl, it's raining too much. It's better for you to get less wet. Alan wiped the rainwater channel.

You have to do your best to act. Ling Qingyu replied lightly, opening the black gauze on the curtain hat so that he could see the road ahead clearly.

How far is it? Alan asked He Li who was walking on one side.

It's definitely not a good place. Ling Qingyu sneered. Although there was only a substitute in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all, and those people, those people were so perfunctory!

There are still more than ten miles, so you should faint. He Li said, looking back at the city gate in the distance and the scattered officials behind him.

oh!

There was a commotion in the team in front. Seeing the clerk from the Ministry of Etiquette running over in a hurry, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously: What happened?

Mrs. Yang is exhausted and has fainted. I'll call for a car. The clerk said and ran back.

What are you doing? Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia, who was rushing forward, and said, They have their own people, what are you going to do!

Watching the carriage passing by, someone carrying her into the carriage, and then the carriage turning around and going back to the city, Cheng Jia felt a throbbing pain in her heart. Yeah, what can I do? I can't do anything!

The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao was located on a barren mountain more than 20 miles outside Bianjing. There were only sparse stone statues in front of the hastily built tomb, which made those soldiers who did not know that Yang Zhao's true body had entered the Palace of Eternal Life immediately become red. Blinded.

This is how the imperial court treats generals, giving them a false title, a staged state funeral, and a hasty cemetery. Instead of doing this, it would be better to bury the general in Heishui Pass. At least there has the best scenery and the cleanest and neatest cemetery. , and the people of that city paid homage to him sincerely.

The clerk in the Ministry of Rites kept wiping the rain and sweat on his head. It was really outrageous that the cemetery was built like this. However, of the 20,000 taels of silver appropriated by the superiors, his boss embezzled 18,000 taels. How could he build it like this? Already working very hard! In fact, he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't take any money and even paid ten taels for himself.

But when he saw the soldiers weeding the stone statues in heavy rain, he had no complaints, but his eyes were getting redder and redder, and the uncontrollable murderous aura still made him retreat far away.

Standing on the barren hill, watching the coffin slowly being pushed into the tomb, He Li turned around and looked into the distance. In the pouring rain, the city in the distance seemed real and illusory.

If you insult him like this today, I will wash this city with blood in the future!

Because something unexpected happened, Yang Zhao, the Duke of Dingguo, was born out of the blue. In order to ensure the stability of Heishui Pass, his widow must come to Bianjing, so the imperial residence must not be lost. There is no other way, Zhengshitang He had no choice but to persuade Emperor Xiwen to turn the Anguo Palace, which had just been recovered not long ago, into the Dingguo Palace.

The door of the mansion was newly replaced and smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong feel very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to look sad and wait for the coffin to enter the decorated mourning hall. Seeing a woman getting out of the carriage, who was dressed in white and wore a black gauze hat, and was supported by a woman next to her, Chai Jinzhong hurriedly stepped forward, stopped the woman from bowing, and said: Madam, please get up. Madam, please get up.

Ling Qingyu still bowed politely, then lowered his head and thanked her softly, then slowly walked in from the door.

Cheng Jia clenched her hands into fists, and traces of pain spread in her heart. Although the black gauze blocked all eyes that visited her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. It turned out that her whole body was filled with the warmth of the spring sun. His vitality was gone, and he was replaced by a cold, desperate coldness.

The mourning hall was laid out for two days, and then Chai Jinzhong stepped in to preside over the ceremony and held a grand state funeral.

The ten-mile long street turned white again, and more commemorative supplies were piled all over the street than on the day he entered the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere did not appear the same embarrassing situation as the day he entered the city, Chai Jinzhong also arranged for people to cry bitterly on the street.

But when the thousands of soldiers wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning followed the widow dressed in mourning step by step on the street with sad faces but without saying a word or shedding a tear, those fake cries couldn't help but stop.

It was the only one that people in Bianjing had ever seen. There was no mourning, no crying, and it was so quiet that only the sound of paper money could be heard. Even the footsteps seemed like a funeral that was deliberately light and uniform to avoid disturbing the deceased. .

The woman who followed the coffin carried by sixteen people had her back straight and only her head in the hood was slightly lowered. There was no cry of grief, but everyone who saw it seemed to be able to empathize with her. Feel the pain.

Fan Zheng sighed and said, Maybe we were really wrong.

It's not maybe, it's really wrong! Su Wen also sighed.

Seeing that the second prince worked so hard to help Heishui Pass this time, could it be that Heishui Pass has now taken refuge with the second prince? Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money that floated to his face and whispered.

It doesn't matter who you surrender to? Aren't you afraid of their neutrality? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about? Su Ce sneered.

Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was here, Heishui Pass had always been neutral and did not favor any force. It only guarded Heishui Pass. In the past, they took it for granted that he won the battle, and they could pick on him from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After conquering three cities, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of more than 100,000 miles and marched thousands of miles. If the Zhao family's new army hadn't been defeated so quickly, if it hadn't been for the fact that Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, who were supposed to join forces, withdrew directly. Going back, if Su City opens the city gate, Yang Zhao will not die. If this war is fought by Heishuiguan and Yang Zhao is the commander, then all Jiuzhou outside Yanyun may have been recovered by now.

However, these inside stories were concealed. The people of Bianjing only knew that the battle was a draw, and that a general died. The court also gave the dead general a very high-level posthumous title and a generous burial. They did not know the truth and praised the emperor. Praising the imperial court for its kindness became the mainstream rumor in Bianjing City.

I think that He Li is also a fierce general. The soldiers at Heishui Pass are indeed extraordinary. Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua and said, I agree with the second prince's suggestion this time to increase the number of troops at Heishui Pass.

But if they join the second prince now, the power will be unbalanced. Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.

Balance? Nowadays, the battle for power is in full swing, and they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no conclusion yet on who they will support. They can only try to maintain a balance.

Su Ce, have you seen her in the past few days? Cheng Jia, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, making everyone who was meditating startled.

Isn't she always kneeling behind the mourning hall to pay condolences? Su Ce glanced at Cheng Jia strangely, then understood that he was asking her if she had seen him alone, so he smiled sarcastically and said, She has time to see him. Me? There were so many people watching outside, and there was an endless stream of people from all walks of life who went to find out the news in the name of condolences. How could she have time? Even if she had time, it would be impossible to see him at this time, but , what makes him sad the most is that he doesn't know if she is still willing to treat him as a friend under such circumstances.

Yeah, it's raining... Cheng Jia raised his head and stretched out his hand. Fine raindrops fell, wetting a piece of paper money and falling into his palm.

The rain at the turn of spring and summer came quickly, and soon it turned into a heavy rain. The big raindrops knocked those watching the excitement and rushed around. Suddenly, the streets became cold.

The only thing left on the empty long street was the queue that was still marching in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.

After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of himself, many officials also left. After leaving the city gate, almost only the officials from the Ministry of Rites were still accompanying him.

Girl, it's raining too much. It's better for you to get less wet. Alan wiped the rainwater channel.

You have to do your best to act. Ling Qingyu replied lightly, opening the black gauze on the curtain hat so that he could see the road ahead clearly.

How far is it? Alan asked He Li who was walking on one side.

It's definitely not a good place. Ling Qingyu sneered. Although there was only a substitute in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all, and those people, those people were so perfunctory!

There are still more than ten miles, so you should faint. He Li said, looking back at the city gate in the distance and the scattered officials behind him.

oh!

There was a commotion in the team in front. Seeing the clerk from the Ministry of Etiquette running over in a hurry, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously: What happened?

Mrs. Yang is exhausted and has fainted. I'll call for a car. The clerk said and ran back.

What are you doing? Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia, who was rushing forward, and said, They have their own people, what are you going to do!

Watching the carriage passing by, someone carrying her into the carriage, and then the carriage turning around and going back to the city, Cheng Jia felt a throbbing pain in her heart. Yeah, what can I do? I can't do anything!

The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao was located on a barren mountain more than 20 miles outside Bianjing. There were only sparse stone statues in front of the hastily built tomb, which made those soldiers who did not know that Yang Zhao's true body had entered the Palace of Eternal Life immediately become red. Blinded.

This is how the imperial court treats generals, giving them a false title, a staged state funeral, and a hasty cemetery. Instead of doing this, it would be better to bury the general in Heishui Pass. At least there has the best scenery and the cleanest and neatest cemetery. , and the people of that city paid homage to him sincerely.

The clerk in the Ministry of Rites kept wiping the rain and sweat on his head. It was really outrageous that the cemetery was built like this. However, of the 20,000 taels of silver appropriated by the superiors, his boss embezzled 18,000 taels. How could he build it like this? Already working very hard! In fact, he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't take any money and even paid ten taels for himself.

But when he saw the soldiers weeding the stone statues in heavy rain, he had no complaints, but his eyes were getting redder and redder, and his uncontrollable murderous aura still made him retreat far away.

Standing on the barren hill, watching the coffin slowly being pushed into the tomb, He Li turned around and looked into the distance. In the pouring rain, the city in the distance seemed real and illusory.

If you insult him like this today, I will wash this city with blood in the future!