After a few days of driving, Zhou Wanruo fell ill, Princess Cheng was anxious to rush to Taiyuan Mansion, holding the low-temperature Zhou Wanruo forcibly rushed all night and a day, and in the evening, when she arrived at a very small town, Zhou Wanruo was already hot, and she started a high fever, and the head of the guard chartered an inconspicuous small inn, and hurriedly sent two guards to find the best doctor in the town with Yu Jian.

If Zhou Wan is overworked and frightened, she suffers from the cold, although it is not a difficult disease, but as the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, illness goes like a thread, and the group is in the small town, and it has been delayed for seven or eight days, Princess Cheng guards her daughter day and night, worried about her daughter, and is also anxious about the situation of Taiyuan Mansion, so anxious that a string of fire bubbles rises at the corner of her mouth, although she is anxious, but if she doesn't wait for her daughter to get better, she will set off, maybe she can't reach Taiyuan Mansion, and she will take her daughter's life, alas, after all, she was raised by Jin Zun and Yugui, and the five concubines of Cheng had to be patient, Waiting for Zhou Wanruo to recover.

Just after the first seven days of the emperor, Zhou Jingcheng proclaimed himself emperor in Taiyuan Mansion, claiming that Zhou Jingran had conspired against the edict, and the 100,000 documents he begged for were hurriedly handed into the palace.

In the Wende Palace, Zhou Jingran was dressed in filial piety clothes, his hair was scattered, and he stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, with a hint of indifference, listening to Prime Minister Tang Cheng reading King Cheng's crusade against the text, King Runan sat on the first drum stool on the right, half-closed eyes, as if he was recuperating his spirits, with the voice of Prime Minister Tang Cheng in his ears, but his mind turned elsewhere, Prime Minister Yan turned sideways, sat on the drum stool opposite King Runan, twisted his brows and listened carefully to the text, King Xin squinted his eyes, staring closely at Zhou Jingran's back, King Min sat under King Xin, Listened respectfully to the text, and glanced worriedly at the King of Faith who was full of anger from time to time.

Lu Wenlong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, stood behind Prime Minister Yan Cheng, while listening carefully to the text, while paying attention to the King of Runan, Yang Yuanfeng, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, stood extremely regularly, preoccupied with the text and Zhou Jingran, the new secretary of the Ministry of War, Wu Ciyuan, had a thick anger on his face, as if he was about to ask for war immediately, Yao Anqin, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, and Zhao Junshi, the secretary of the Criminal Department, stood side by side steadily, listening to the text with a relaxed mind, Cao Qingyi, the secretary of the household department, twisted his brows, touched the fold in his sleeve, and carefully sorted out the grain, grass and silver money again while listening. Prepared for the emperor to ask, this war, the household is very heavy, the first emperor is buried, the new emperor ascends the throne, and the concubine canonized, these ceremonies are all silver, and now they have to fight again!

After Tang Chengxiang finished reading the text, he looked up at Zhou Jingran while rolling it, Zhou Jingran slowly turned around and instructed lightly:

"Let's talk about it first."

Wu Ciyuan was about to speak, but suddenly came to his senses, and hurriedly turned his head to stare at Prime Minister Yan, but Prime Minister Yan was looking at Prime Minister Tang, Prime Minister Tang turned his head to look at King Runan, King Runan glanced at King Xin and King Min, looked at Zhou Jingran, and said respectfully:

"Let's listen to the meaning of the two princes first."

King Xin was about to stand up, but King Min pulled his arm and sat back, Zhou Jingran's eyes trembled, and he didn't look at Zhou Jingmin, just stared at Zhou Jingxin, and said gently:

"Second brother, let's talk about it first."

"When the emperor left, you were the only one by his side!"

Prime Minister Tang's face was pale and gray, and he turned his head to look at King Xin and reprimanded sharply:

"It's rude to believe in the prince! How can you and I have a gift with the emperor? ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Yang Yuanfeng, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and then reprimanded:

"You are the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and you are in charge of etiquette matters, how can you teach the etiquette of these hundred officials?"

Yang Yuanfeng was busy at Zhou Jingran, confessing his guilt for a long time, Zhou Jingxin's face was pale, biting his lip, staring at Tang Chengxiang with hatred in his eyes, Zhou Jingmin hurriedly pushed him, and eagerly explained:

"Isn't it only the emperor who is here, Tang Xiang, Yan Xiang, and Lord Cao? Big brother, no, that King Cheng is also there, how can you talk to the emperor like this? ”

"The third brother is kind."

Zhou Jingran looked at Zhou Jingxin, his voice was calm with a little coldness,

"The second brother is too sad and sad, let's go back and have a good rest."

Prime Minister Tang Cheng's eyes were full of bitterness, and he hurriedly stood up and suggested:

"Your Majesty, I believe that the prince is too sad for a while, and his mind is lost, so it is better to send him back, so as not to be in a trance and make trouble."

"Hmm."

Zhou Jingran agreed, and the head of the chamberlain standing in the corner of the hall pouted, and several young and strong chamberlains stepped forward, half supporting and half supporting Zhou Jingxin and retreating.

King Runan looked at Prime Minister Tang Cheng, who had grown old in just a few days, sighed as if he didn't have anything, looked at Zhou Jingmin, turned his head to look at Zhou Jingran and suggested:

"Your Majesty, this battle, I'm afraid I can't avoid it, the minister's meaning, let Cheng Ke lead the troops, you see?"

Zhou Jingran turned his head and looked at everyone inquiringly, Prime Minister Yan twisted his beard and wrinkled his brows, as if after extremely serious thinking,

"The minister also thinks that the prince of Runan is the most suitable."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Prime Minister Tang turned his head to look at Cao Qingyi, the head of the household department, and said:

"Your Majesty, the war is fought in the rear, this soldier and horse moves, it is Jinshan Yinshan, Mishan Mianshan, if only the household department and the military department are dispatched separately, I am afraid that Lord Cao and Lord Wu will be too heavy, and second, I am afraid that the dispatch of places outside these two departments is unfavorable, the meaning of the minister, or the logistics of heavy matters, let Yan Xiangtong generalize?"

"Tang Xiang's words are very true, in the end, he has been thinking about it for many years."

Zhou Jingran praised repeatedly, thought about it for a while, looked at Prime Minister Yan, and then turned his head to look at Prime Minister Tang,

"This battle, it must be resolved quickly, not for a long time, Yan Xiang is not as good as you in this overall planning, it is better for you to take charge of the overall scheduling, here in the military department, let the king of Runan help you bother to watch."

Prime Minister Tang hurriedly agreed, secretly relieved in his heart, such a major event, willing to let him coordinate the scheduling, the emperor still trusts him, as long as he trusts, it will be good, after fighting this time, this credit can also keep his family safe.

The clouds of war quietly and quickly hung over the heads of thousands of people in the Yuanhui Dynasty, under the bright light, Li Xiaonuan scattered his hair, leaning on the bed of Luohan, with a few account books and a small abacus in front of him, carefully calculating the silver grain in the hands of the household and himself, as well as the grain in the hands of those merchants on Liangzhejiang Road.

After a long time, Li Xiaonuan closed the account book and sighed heavily, there is really not much food in his hands, it is best not to drag on this war for too long, there is only silver to be made in peacetime, and the wealth of this war is not very peaceful after all.

Taiyuan inside and outside the city, a murderous atmosphere, King Cheng first seven days in the palace enthroned the emperor, countless messengers with King Cheng's letters and countless promises, rushed to the north of the tribes, Taiyuan Mansion is not enough, grain, grass and silver money is extremely scarce, to recapture the world, recapture the capital, he needs the support and help of the tribes in the north.

In the early hours of the morning, in the majestic main hall of the palace, King Cheng was dressed in bright yellow armor, sitting on the throne, Zhou Jingxin held his head high, standing beside King Cheng, King Cheng turned his head and glanced at the generals and civil officials who were standing in a room, and commanded with a high momentum:

"It's only a month or two, and I'll go back to the capital! I want to cleanse the thieves! Send troops to Qin Fenglu, and first take Longzhou Mansion for me! ”

Everyone agreed in unison, King Cheng stood up, strode out of the mansion gate, got on the horse, went out of the city to lead people, and went to Longzhou Mansion on Qinfeng Road to kill.

Princess Cheng took Zhou Wanruo and entered Beisan Road, but before she arrived at Taiyuan Mansion, she heard King Cheng lead troops to kill Qinfeng Road's letter, and a group of more than ten people hurriedly changed the direction and rushed to Longzhou Mansion.

As soon as they entered the boundary of the North Third Road, they had been following the guards who were guarding them, and they took their leave and returned to the capital, a very small caravan, four or five young people who went to visit relatives and friends, and a group of cars not far away, like a traveling companion on a road, and Princess Cheng and his party walked together to rest, Princess Cheng looked at it carefully for a day, breathed a long sigh of relief, and entered the North Third Road, and the princess gave her and Wanruo's Ming Wei, and now it was replaced by a secret guard.

Princess Cheng and her entourage of four people turned around and ran for a few more days before entering the boundary of Qinfeng Road, Princess Cheng was crooked in the carriage, her eyes closed, as if she was sleeping and not sleeping, Zhou Wanruo lifted the curtain and looked back boredly, suddenly, Zhou Wanruo exclaimed in a low voice, the curtain slipped down from her hand, Princess Cheng hurriedly sat up, and hugged her daughter with concern,

"What scared you?"

Zhou Wanruo looked at her mother with a frightened face, raised her finger, wanted to point outside, but seemed to dare not point, Princess Cheng lifted the car curtain suspiciously, and looked out.

The car has entered the boundary of Qinfeng Road, outside, a scorched earth, the village in the distance, as if it is still smoking, on both sides of this road, the originally prosperous market town, was burned to the point that only half of the scorched half of the wall remains, between the broken walls and ruins, there are broken hands and legs everywhere, even on the trees, there are some complete or incomplete men, women and children, in the wind, filled with the stench of burnt flesh.

Princess Cheng shuddered, was hit by a foul smell, her stomach churned and vomited, Zhou Wanruo hurriedly pounced, Princess Cheng pushed her back into the car, wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, and commanded sharply:

"Sit down, don't look out!"

Princess Cheng tightened the curtain of the car, and Zhou Wanruo flattened her mouth, as if she was about to cry when she touched it.

"Mother, is this all my father's doing? How could he do that? ”

Princess Cheng stretched out her hand to hug her daughter, and was speechless for a long time.

The caravan and the four or five people quietly gathered around the several cars of Princess Cheng and her party, threw away the excess luggage, held the sword, lit the quiver, turned their backs to the car, and marched towards Longzhou Mansion with vigilance and speed.

Along the way, the tragedy continued unabated, occasionally encountering one or two lucky people who survived the catastrophe, but they did not wait for anyone to see clearly, like a frightened bird and fled for a moment without a trace, in addition, almost did not encounter a living creature, and the group seemed to walk in a dead hell.

After walking for two days and one night, in the evening, approaching Longzhou Mansion, Princess Cheng lifted the curtain of the car and asked in a deep voice:

"Which of you is the leader, I have something to say."

A man about twenty years old with an extremely honest face who looked like a scholar pulled a horse, approached Princess Cheng's car, and arched his hand.

"What does the princess command?"

"Follow me into the city, and say that you are a descendant of the king's house."