Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Except for some small teams in groups of three to five, fighting with the Xiang Jiajun guarding the imperial capital around the city wall, there was no other movement.

This gave Yu Wenhong a very ominous premonition in his heart.

At this moment, the quiet gate of the city, in his eyes, looked like a huge mouth of the abyss that had not yet been opened.

He...a bit afraid to go in.

However, his appearance has already been seen by the people around him.

"...The emperor is back!!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and then, the people around the city gate rushed up and looked at the emperor on the horse expectantly.

A look of hope suddenly made Yu Wenhong very useful.

He couldn't help but curled up the corners of his lips triumphantly, and waved his hand imposingly: "Don't panic everyone, I'm back!"

When the voice fell, the city gate in front of him rumbling dullly, and slowly descended.

Yu Wenhong flicked his whip and rushed in first.

However, just as he stepped on the heels of his horse, the city gate was pulled up again, rumbling for a while, and slowly closed.

Separate him from Xiang Jiajun outside.

Yu Wenhong gave a quick heartbeat.

What's happening here?

But when he looked forward carefully, he was startled by the sight in front of him.

On the huge Huangcheng Avenue, the prosperity of the past has long been gone.

There were only two and two stars, who looked like wounded soldiers, and some people were sitting on the edge of the avenue, receiving treatment from the doctors.

When someone saw him, not only did they not stand up to welcome him, but even a complex and indifferent color was drawn across their eyes.

The more Yu Wenhong looked, the more he became confused.

The silence from the left and right made the sound of his horse's hoofs very clear.

He was so clear that he was a little scared.

The more and more complicated gaze gave him the idea of ​​escape and retreat.

It can only forcefully withstand this invisible pressure and continue to move forward.

He just wanted to know what happened to the imperial capital.

His palace... is it all right?

I don't know how long it took. Finally, Yu Wenhong returned to the large square in front of Chengqian Gate of the imperial palace.

Compared to Huangcheng Avenue, it's a lot more lively here.

Of course, what is lively is just the footsteps and reports of the officers, soldiers and ministers coming and going.

The object of the report is the person he is most familiar with, and he least wants to see it at this time.

...

"Report! Lord, all the remnants of the East Gate have been encircled and suppressed, and we are escorted back!"

"good."

"Report, prince, all the remnants of the second southwest gate have been encircled and suppressed."

"Ok."

"Report!! Lord! The remnants of the North Gate were defeated and fled, do you take advantage of the victory and pursue it!"

"Chase."

At that time, Yu Wenyin was standing in the center of the square, orderly dispatching the Imperial Guard and Xiang Jiajun.

I even looked at the memorials presented by the ministers in line.

"Have the disaster relief teams on both sides been affected by this attack? If not, just set off immediately."

"Yes!"

"The tax plan for the next quarter has already been submitted by the king to the Temple of Yang... Qingfeng, go to the Temple of Yang to look for it. If you can't find it, the King will step up to make another one."

"Yes, Lord."

"Mingyue, what happened to the Xiyi envoy? Is the mood calm down?"

"Back to the prince, General Xiang and the two princesses are guarding the Zuixianlou, and Young Master Li also took the pulse for them. It is not a big problem. It is said that you can drink two sets of tranquilizing soup."

"Quickly inform the Xiyi envoy of this matter and let them report back quickly."

"Yes."

...

Watching this scene, Yu Wenhong couldn't help feeling frustrated and powerless.