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Strips of white silk hung from the city gate of Yizhou City, while white flags were raised and fluttering.
Countless people are running on the street, most of them have put on white mourning clothes, and some are dressing their children.
In the blink of an eye, the city was filled with solitude.
Yizhou City was not disturbed, everything was as before, and everything was quickly prepared, including the best coffin.
Coffins were placed at the city gate, and the elders and sages elected by the city collected the corpses of everyone in the palace.
The Zhenwu Army was originally going to do this. After all, the people in the palace died miserably, and the corpses were all mutilated. The people had never seen such a scene, let alone putting the corpses together, but the people in Yizhou City refused. "The prince and others died for us, of course we must fulfill our filial piety for him."
Pieces of flesh and blood were picked up, pieces of stumps were neatly pieced together, spiced water was carefully wiped off the blood, and the most dexterous embroiderer in Yizhou City sewed the body together.
Their faces were pale, their hands changed from trembling to steady. No one vomited or fainted, only cried loudly. In the end, the crying stopped, and their red eyes concentrated on restraining these men, women, and children.
The prince¡¯s coffin was prepared by himself a long time ago, and it is extremely rare and gorgeous.
Accompanied by the mournful wails of the elders and sages, hundreds of young people lifted the prince's coffin and headed towards the city. Dozens of people carried the coffins of the remaining people in the prince's palace. Long lines of people lined up on both sides knelt down and cried. , paper money is flying like snow in Yizhou in early summer.
Night falls, the white lights are on, but the crying has not gone away.
Several sad and tired old men walked out of the city gate on crutches and saw the soldiers and horses standing solemnly outside the city.
¡°Have all the meals been delivered?¡± they asked, somewhat confused and slightly panicked.
Being immersed in the grief of all the deaths of King Zhao and his entire family and busy concentrating, these soldiers and horses forgot about it.
"What kind of food are you sending to invite them into the city?" Someone stamped their feet.
These soldiers and horses drove away the rebels and came to solve the problem in Yizhou.
"And look at them." The stomping people looked outside the city. "We ignored or invited them, and they didn't enter the city. They just kept watch outside."
It can be seen that it is Yan Bing.
When they came forward to hear the invitation, these strict soldiers still declined.
"We are on guard outside." Zhongwu said, "Follow the order."
The old men looked at each other, and the last sentence was the key, the command.
They have a general, Mrs. Wu.
At that time, King Zhao introduced the strange woman as Mrs. Wu from Dou County. Everyone was in a panic and did not react. What did Mrs. Wu have to do with these soldiers and horse reinforcements? In addition, the prince said something strange, which made it even more complicated. Confused.
Now of course it¡¯s straightened out. Mrs. Wu¡¯s husband is a general of the Zhenwu Army. Her husband is guarding the capital and asked his wife to rescue King Zhao. Although it still sounds like something is wrong
But there is no doubt that Mrs. Wu is the leader of the reinforcements. The leader should be invited to the city as soon as possible, not to mention she is a lady, but
They looked at the place where King Zhao died, and the woman was still sitting there. From the time King Zhao died, to when he restrained himself, and when he was transported away, she remained motionless.
There was a guard standing next to him, holding an umbrella even though night was falling.
"Young madam, you are still missing?" they asked.
Zhongwu said: "Yes, the young lady is too sad."
A woman led troops to rescue him from so far away, only to see King Zhao die with her own eyes. This was even sadder than seeing the corpse a little later. Even the old people could understand that sadness was a bridge, and this strange woman became much closer to them.
"You can't sit like this all the time." The old people said, "Please advise her."
Zhongwu looked over there and was worried. The young lady seemed to be sad about King Zhao's death, but it didn't seem like it. She couldn't explain this feeling. In short, the eldest lady was really sad.
He walked over and hissed to Fang Er. Fang Er turned back and glared. Zhong Wu pointed to the sky. Fang Er understood what he meant. It was already dark and there was no need to hold an umbrella. He glanced at Li Minglou and covered himself with The woman whose face was covered with clothes seemed to have turned into earth and stone.
"What?" Fang Er put away his umbrella and walked to the fifth grade and asked.
"How is the eldest lady?" Zhongwu asked.
"I didn't ask." Fang Er said.
The fifth grader looked at him: "Say something, the eldest lady is so sad."
Fang Er said: "What did you say?"
say what? Do not be sad? Why not feel sad about something that is obviously sad? Eat somethingWhat do you want to drink? Do you want to go in and rest? Who thinks about this when you are sad
Zhong Wu and Fang Er stared at each other with big eyes.
"It would be great if Master Yuan or Jin Jue were here." Zhongwu muttered, "It would be great if Mrs. Wu was here."
Several people in Yizhou City heard this and understood that these soldiers were subordinates and men, and they would not comfort a grieving woman at all.
An old man simply stepped forward and shouted to Mrs. Wu with a choked voice: "That's it. Madam, please express your condolences."
It¡¯s already like this.
It¡¯s always like this, so what if I don¡¯t express my condolences.
Li Minglou raised her drooped head. She stretched out her hand to wipe her face and found that there were no tears. The moment King Zhao died, she fell into a sluggish state. She didn't know what to do or where she was, and she didn't think about anything.
Seeing Li Minglou move, Zhong Wu and Fang Er hurriedly came over. Li Minglou stood up with his hands on the ground and said, "Let's go."
Fang Er and Zhong Wu immediately responded. The people in Yizhou City were startled. Why did they leave? He hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Young madam, where are you going?"
Li Minglou said: "King Zhao has passed away, so naturally I will go back."
An old man leaned over and gave a great gift and choked with sobs: "Young Madam, King Zhao entrusted us to you before his death. We hope that you will have mercy on us."
Others also saluted.
Have you entrusted it? King Zhao said a lot before he died, but she didn't listen and forgot about it.
"Don't worry, I will leave some soldiers and horses to guard Yizhou City." Li Minglou said, "Fan Yang's army has retreated, and all King Zhao's family has died. Yizhou is no longer important to the rebels, and there will no longer be an invasion by the army. "
The old man said: "Young Madam, I know that the situation is urgent now. You have military affairs. We are not afraid of death. It's just that King Zhao died and the people in the city are panicked. Please stay a moment, Young Madam."
This time he will kneel down.
Li Minglou hurriedly helped him, and the hand he had been holding loosened, and something rolled down. I don't know if it was gold or silver, but it hit the gravel with a clanking sound.
Li Minglou and the old man looked subconsciously and saw something bright on the ground in the coma.
Li Minglou remembered that before his death, King Zhao said that he would entrust Yizhou to her. He also said that he would also entrust this to you, and stuffed something into her hand.
"Young Madam, is yours a ring?" the old man said, leaning over to pick it up. He subconsciously wiped it in his hand, but when he saw what was in his hand, he immediately raised it with a loud sound, and he also Putong knelt down and whispered, "Your Majesty"
Your Majesty?
Li Minglou looked at what he held in front of his eyes. It was not a ring, but a small square gold and jade seal. Because the old man was in a panic, the seal overturned, and the four small words "Emperor's Seal" flickered under the light of the surrounding torches. .
Is it actually the emperor¡¯s seal?
In ancient times, the first emperor passed down the seven imperial seals. In addition to the important jade seal passed down from the country, the emperor also held his own six seals, and the emperor's seal was one of them.
During the Ankang Mountain Rebellion, King Lu hurriedly ascended the throne and made Hezhong his capital. When he later returned to Beijing, the court lost many things after the turmoil. When Mrs. Xiang chatted with her, she mentioned that among them was the emperor's seal.
But this is not a big deal. Ankang Mountain almost stole the country, so stealing an emperor's seal is nothing.
Li Minglou reached out and picked up the seal and looked at it in front of her eyes. Although she had never seen the emperor's seal, since it was given to her by King Zhao, it couldn't be fake.
It turns out that the emperor's seal was not stolen from the capital by Ankangshan, but was in the hands of King Zhao. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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