Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

From the city gate along the main street, there is a plain, Shili Long Street is full of white flags, and various memorial items are piled on the roads on both sides. There are people watching the excitement early and some people who have brought memorial items gathered on both sides of the street to wait. The funeral procession entered the city.

A group of greeted officials stood at the gate of the city. The first one was the second prince Chai Jinzhong.

Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but was proud to talk to the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently retracted his gaze and looked at Yiyi Weeping Willow by the river.

Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still didn't believe it. They were planning to escape. Maybe this time it was just a suspended animation? But the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, said that Yang Zhao was indeed killed in a battle. Regardless, the emperor and the Zhengshitang were in trouble in this battle, so the Zhao Jiajun, who had spent a lot of money on the march with great fanfare, was completely defeated. If it weren't for the record of Heishuiguan, I'm afraid it would have lost face.

It’s just that if Yang Zhao really died...

"What are you thinking?" Mei Donghua asked Cheng Jia, touching gently.

"I was thinking, is the Sucheng county magistrate really ordered by Dong Xiang?" Cheng Jia replied with a deep expression on his face.

Mei Donghua was speechless for a while. The county magistrate of Sucheng was born in Jinshi, and they were considered to be the Qingliu clan. He did not expect to threaten the defenders to refuse to open the door and let Yang Zhao fight to death outside the city. This time when the Zhao family was defeated, Dong Xiang first attacked him, making Wang Xiang's faction and Zhao's faction unable to raise their heads, but then the second prince returned and after throwing out the matter, the wind direction suddenly changed. Then when the second prince confided the record of Heishuiguan, Emperor Xiwen, who was already very frustrated, immediately cheered up like a chicken blood. It was a loss of face to be killed by more than 100,000 people in Liao, but he also killed Liao. More than 100,000 people in the country would be a draw.

"Here." Su Wen whispered.

The two of them suddenly reduced their minds and looked at the official way.

May is the best season in Bianjing. The breeze is warm and the flowers are in full bloom. The official road comes along the Bianhe River, and there are weeping willows on both sides. When the wind blows, it dances and dances, very charming.

That team walked into the field of vision in such a charming ****.

The red armor was stained with blood, and the white ribbon on the white belt helmet on the waist was dazzling in that blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly.

Thousands of tall war horses are advancing at the same pace like the same horse. At the same time, the landing of the horse's hooves makes the sound bring a shocking rhythm, and it is like a knock on the heart of people, making Chai Jinzhong unconsciously put away the pair Zhang Yang's face.

The queue stopped a few tens of meters away from the city gate, and a strong wind just blew, causing the flag to unfold violently, and the blood-red Yang character appeared in the flying white belt.

Seeing the expressions on the knights’ faces, Cheng Jia’s heart sank. Yang Zhao’s guards also knew a few of them. He couldn’t pretend that kind of grief. So, Yang Zhao was indeed killed in battle. Fight thousands of Liao army with a hundred manpower, and die together!

Without going to see and listen 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. In Da Zhou, there was no second except her house. Personally, that said, she was indeed called to come to this Bianjing, did she come to this Bianjing as a hostage as Mrs. Dingguo?

Chai Jinzhong led the team. The team slowly walked into Bianjing City. There was a cry from nowhere, and there were some crying sounds in the crowd watching from both sides, and the sky was full of white papers flying up to join the tall knights. The solemnity also brings some tragic colors.

Ling Qingyu sneered unconsciously, true or false! Compared with the spontaneous Suzhen in the whole city in Daixian County, and the crying and sorrowful voice that couldn't bear to bear, everything here is like acting. Also, the prosperous Bianjing, the drunken Bianjing, and a few people can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, that life protected by human lives is so rare, such a city and people like this, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.

From the city gate along the main street, there is a plain, Shili Long Street is full of white flags, and various memorial items are piled on the roads on both sides. There are people watching the excitement early and some people who have brought memorial items gathered on both sides of the street to wait. The funeral procession entered the city.

A group of greeted officials stood at the gate of the city. The first one was the second prince Chai Jinzhong.

Looking at Chai Jinzhong, who was dressed in white but was proud to talk to the officials next to him, Cheng Jia silently retracted his gaze and looked at Yiyi Weeping Willow by the river.

Is Yang Zhao really dead? Cheng Jia still didn't believe it. They were planning to escape. Maybe this time it was just a suspended animation? But the second prince and his followers, including Shi Shouliang, said that Yang Zhao was indeed killed in a battle. Regardless, the emperor and the Zhengshitang were in trouble in this battle, so the Zhao Jiajun, who had spent a lot of money on the march with great fanfare, was completely defeated. If it weren't for the record of Heishuiguan, I'm afraid it would have lost face.

It’s just that if Yang Zhao really died...

"What are you thinking?" Mei Donghua asked Cheng Jia, touching gently.

"I was thinking, is the Sucheng county magistrate really ordered by Dong Xiang?" Cheng Jia replied with a deep expression on his face.

Mei Donghua was speechless for a while. The county magistrate of Sucheng was born in Jinshi, and they were considered to be the Qingliu clan. He did not expect to threaten the defenders to refuse to open the door and let Yang Zhao fight to death outside the city. This time when the Zhao family was defeated, Dong Xiang first attacked him, making Wang Xiang's faction and Zhao's faction unable to raise their heads, but then the second prince returned and after throwing out the matter, the wind direction suddenly changed. Then when the second prince confided the record of Heishuiguan, Emperor Xiwen, who was already very frustrated, immediately cheered up like a chicken blood. It was a loss of face to be killed by more than 100,000 people in Liao, but he also killed Liao. More than 100,000 people in the country would be a draw.

"Here." Su Wen whispered.

The two of them suddenly reduced their minds and looked at the official way.

May is the best season in Bianjing. The breeze is warm and the flowers are in full bloom. The official road comes along the Bianhe River, and there are weeping willows on both sides. When the wind blows, it dances and dances, very charming.

That team walked into the field of vision in such a charming ****.

The red armor was stained with blood, and the white ribbon on the white belt helmet on the waist was dazzling in that blood. The thousand-man cavalry escorted the carriage behind the coffin in front, coming slowly and solemnly.

Thousands of tall war horses are advancing at the same pace like the same horse. At the same time, the landing of the horse's hooves makes the sound bring a shocking rhythm, and it is like a knock on the heart of people, making Chai Jinzhong unconsciously put away the pair Zhang Yang's face.

The queue stopped a few tens of meters away from the city gate, and a strong wind just blew, causing the flag to unfold violently, and the blood-red Yang character appeared in the flying white belt.

Seeing the expressions on the knights’ faces, Cheng Jia’s heart sank. Yang Zhao’s guards also knew a few of them. He couldn’t pretend that kind of grief. So, Yang Zhao was indeed killed in battle. Fight thousands of Liao army with a hundred manpower, and die together!

Without going to see and listen 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. In Da Zhou, there was no second except her house. Personally, that said, she was indeed called to come to this Bianjing, did she come to this Bianjing as a hostage as Mrs. Dingguo?

Chai Jinzhong led the team. The team slowly walked into Bianjing City. There was a cry from nowhere, and there were some crying sounds in the crowd watching from both sides, and the sky was full of white papers flying up to join the tall knights. The solemnity also brings some tragic colors.

Ling Qingyu sneered unconsciously, true or false! Compared with the spontaneous Suzhen in the whole city in Daixian County, and the crying and sorrowful voice that couldn't bear to bear, everything here is like acting. Also, the prosperous Bianjing, the drunken Bianjing, and a few people can think of the cruelty of the battlefield, that life protected by human lives is so rare, such a city and people like this, it doesn't matter if it is destroyed.