Dressed in silver armor and wearing a red scarf, he rode his horse. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info immediately stood up with an excellent body, and the battle in the army made Zhuo Yijia's whole person exude this cold and compelling momentum.

The army led into Jinping City, and the city gates were wide open. Inside and outside the city, there were loud cheers and bustling. At the city gate, the voices of the people crowded on both sides were quieter, and the tall woman sitting on the horse in front of her was full of hope and fear in her eyes, and even the cheers were cautious.

For the long-famous general of the streamer, they naturally respect and admire him to the extreme, after all, he is the general who protects the peace of his southern business. can hear that this streamer general is cold and decisive, and kills people without blinking, as an ordinary person, he still has a little more fear.

Walking to the city gate, Zhuo Yijia slowed down his horse. Her gaze swept over the people who greeted her, and fell on the figure sitting on a horse by the city gate. Slightly narrowed his eyebrows under the mask, and soon raised it quietly, his gaze fell steadily on the man, and rode up to him.

"The last general has seen the prince." Zhuo Yijia bowed his head in front of Zhao Fengyao and saluted. According to the rank, she should dismount. But she did not dismount, but sat on the back of the horse and held her back.

But who cares now? No one cares if this streamer general, who will return triumphantly and is in the limelight, has given a full salute to a prince who has lost his father and lost his father.

Zhao Fengyao rode his horse and stood beside the city gate, followed by Liangyu and the guards of Huairong Palace. His gaze fell on Zhuo Yijia's mask and looked fixedly.

"Congratulations on the triumphant return of the General."

Zhuo Yijia didn't answer, but just turned his head to look at Deputy General Zhang and Chun'er behind him. The two of them understood, and stepped forward with the coffin that was guarding behind.

"The ashes of the prince will be brought back. In this way, it will be handed over to the prince. As he spoke, he moved out of the way, and Zhao Yuexi, who was caressing the spirit behind, sat in a four-horse horse-drawn car, followed by the coffin.

"There's General Law."

Zhao Fengyao came here to return to Beijing with Fu Ling. After picking up Zhao Yuexi and the coffin, he took a deep look at Zhuo Yijia, and then took the coffin to the mourning hall that had been prepared in the Huairong Palace.

After handing over the coffin of King Huairong, Zhuo Yijia stayed in place and looked at the back of the person walking the other way. Slowly turned around.

"Let's go."

Let's go up the official road on another big road.

The roads on both sides were crowded and crowded. Those who held baskets and carried chickens and fruits crowded forward, shouting loudly and handing things to the soldiers who were moving forward.

Both sides of the road were already guarded by the forbidden army of the capital to ensure the march of the soldiers returning in triumph.

The people next to him chanted Zhuo Yijia's name, one after another.

"General Streamer!"

"General Streamer!"

Some people still held baskets in their hands and leaned forward, crowding.

Zhuo Yijia turned his head and swept his gaze over the people guarding on both sides. Nodding. Then his eyes fell on the women who were running forward with the group.

Several of the women were wearing veils, and two of them were in good shape. There was also a fat girl following behind. The one standing at the front, waving the handkerchief in his hand, shouted Zhuo Yijia loudly in his mouth.

"General Streamer"

Zhuo Yijia paused, looked at Lin Yuqi, who had been running with the army, and Chen Meiyuan behind her, and hooked the corners of her lips outside the mask.

The noise around me is still noisy. Before noon, they had already arrived in front of the palace gate. Walking to the dismount workshop, Zhuo Yijia dismounted alone, with a casual lieutenant general, and was personally greeted by the great eunuch Xi Gonggong to show the emperor's grandeur.

"Slaves and maids participate in the streamer general." Father-in-law Xi stood in the dismount fang, with a smile on his face, and looked at Zhuo Yijia who came from the horse and said.

Zhuo Yijia wore a cold and terrifying mask on his face, but he just turned his head to look at Gonggong Xi and nodded indifferently.

Father-in-law Xi looked at the imposing mask, and the cold breath of the woman in front of him made him shiver, and he replied in an instant: "The emperor sent a slave to meet the general, please come with the slave and maid." ”

After saying that, after bending down and saluting, he turned around and walked towards the palace with Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia followed behind Gonggong Xi, his gaze sweeping over the walls of the palace. The last time I entered the palace, it was many years ago. She couldn't even remember what it was. But the life in the palace in the previous life clearly appeared in my mind.

The cyan wall, the brick red tiles, and the bluestone slabs laid underground. It's exactly the same as it was more than a decade ago. Zhuo Yijia retracted his gaze and looked at the back of Gonggong Xi in front of him.

But the people in the palace have long been different. There is no one left.

The vicissitudes of life, things are people, not everything.

She lowered her eyes and followed her father-in-law in a regular manner, not looking too much.

I don't know how long it took, and the voice of my father-in-law sounded.

"The slave has seen Concubine Wanniang."