[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

Tong Zhang glanced at Lin Shu.

"The Zhao family's matter has been kept secret all the way. Now that he returns to the capital, he will know sooner or later."

Lin Shu closed the folding fan in his hand.

"Zhao Ming was brought out by Ning Ke. Ning Ke's death hit him hard. Let's talk about the Zhao family's affairs after he comes back from Prince Qin's Mansion."

Tong Zhang hit the desk hard with his fist.

Lin Shu shook his head, "Leave people in the rear camp to guard. If His Highness can come, he will enter from the rear tent."

Zhao Ming covered his face with a black scarf, and rode his horse all the way to the Qin Palace.

The capital was exactly the same as he remembered, but his state of mind had changed drastically.

Back then, she slept in the willows at the feet of the emperor, with a gorgeous woman in her arms, and a seductive wine in front of the case.

Relying on the power of the Zhao family to walk around and do many injustices.

Now that he has come out of the bloody flames in the northwest, he suddenly realizes what kind of corrupt life he has lived.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

After peeling off a layer of skin from the aristocratic family, Zhao Ming grew up as a real soldier among the ruined army bases all over the northwest.

When Ning Ke died, it was as if a string broke in his mind.

In the battle of Mohe, millions of corpses were laid down and blood flowed for thousands of miles. Many people around Zhao Ming died.

They either died of flying arrows or arrows. Zhao Ming had hundreds of scars, the most serious of which was the wound on his back.

Winding from the neck to the waist, it looks like a hideous and ugly snake.

It was cut by a barbarian's machete. If Ning Ke hadn't rescued him, he would have been broken in two miserably.

Every cut in Zhao Ming's body is to meet Zhao Yan alive.

He crawled out from the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and managed to save his life, but the person who rescued him died.

Zhao Ming supported the coffin with the army all the way, passed through grasslands and deserts, snowy ridges and mountains along the way, and finally brought Ning Ke's soul back to his hometown.

I don't know if Zhao Yan was shocked or disgusted when he saw him being sealed this time?

He wanted Zhao Yan to know that he did not embarrass the Zhao family.

Why did Zhao Yan look down on him!

When Zhao Ming entered Prince Qin's mansion, he was led in by a beautiful maidservant with black braids and willow waist.

This maid is Chunluo.

Chunluo didn't know Zhao Ming, but she knew the token of King Qin's black armor. She walked along the road, passing the corridors and bridges, towers and high pavilions, and entered the main hall.

"Your Highness drank some wine yesterday and was very drunk. He will wake up from his hangover. The little general will wait here first."

Zhao Ming was slightly taken aback, "What happened?"

Chunluo sighed and didn't answer.

Zhao Ming felt something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why.

From the moment he stepped into the bustling land under the foot of the emperor, Lin Shu's hesitant expression, Tong Zhang's incoherent speech, and the complicated eyes of the barracks cook looking at him with sympathy and hatred.The illusory clues made him seem to be strangled by something, and he couldn't breathe.

Under Chunluo's service, King Qin put on the silver armor and stepped into the main hall, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body.

It was the newly brewed peach blossom wine in the largest winery in Beijing.

Zhao Ming didn't see the knife on his waist that never left his body.

Zhao Ming bowed and saluted, "Your Highness, all the officials in the capital are waiting outside the Shiliting Camp, I'm afraid General Tong won't be able to drag on."

King Qin said to him in a cold voice, "You stay in the palace first, this king will go there, and I will explain something to you when I come back."

Zhao Ming stood in front of the red plum painting screen in a daze, and for a moment seemed to be swallowed by a suffocating and surging undercurrent.

Cui Jia waited at Shiliting for two full hours.

Just when many officials were complaining, King Qin, wearing silver armor, paced out of the military tent, his eyes were still tired.

Cui Jiasui knelt down with a group of Gyeonggi officials, "See His Royal Highness King Qin."

Chu Qin said coldly, "My lords, there is no need to be like this. What do people outside say about me?"

His eyes fell on Cui Jia.

If there was any substance in that gaze, Cui Jia almost thought that her thoughts had been seen through.

Kneeling down on the ground, he replied, "It's because the minister didn't think carefully."

The Northwest Army has entered the city.

Entering the city together with the Northwest Army were officials in green robes from Gyeonggi Province, a majestic guard of honor from the imperial court, and Ning Ke's lacquered red coffin.

Fortunately for Ning Ke, his body rotted in his hometown.How many young soldiers died under the horseshoes of the barbarians and were trampled to pieces.

King Qin was riding on horseback, wearing silver armor, and his hair was tied high by a jade crown. His handsome face was thin and solemn, like a knife that could kill people when it was unsheathed.

The officials in the capital's cadaveric position were compared to a shadowy shadow by this group of young and energetic black armor.

The people along the road bowed three times and kowtowed nine times to the King of Qin, and raised the military flag of the Northwest in their hands.

The crowd was crowded and excited.

Cui Jia saw all this in his eyes, and the official beside him shook his head and said, "His Majesty King Qin's current prestige is probably incomparable to His Majesty's."

Cui Jia laughed and said, "Your Excellency, be careful what you say."

On the official road, a woman in white clothes was not wearing makeup, her face was snow-white.

She held the little boy in her hand, and followed the lacquered red coffin all the way through the crowd.

Later, taking the little boy into her arms, the three-inch golden lotus staggered after her husband's coffin.

The child in her arms asked ignorantly, "Mom, what's in that big red box?"

With tears in her eyelashes, the woman replied, "That's your father."

No one noticed the weeping mother and child in the crowd.

Inside the coffin are rotting corpses, and outside the coffin are rotten hearts.