The cold wind has subsided, and the market is depressed.

At the intersection of Nanchi Avenue leading to the west of the city, an old man named Huazi sat on the ground against the corner of the wall, holding an erhu in his hand, squeaking and pulling there. There was not a single copper in the broken bowl in front of him, but he didn't care that there was no one on the street, so he only closed his eyes and sang to himself:

"I saw him leveling your house, seeing him trampling your court, seeing the four seas rise in all its lives, and seeing the city ruined and the people dead. After singing this song, I was invited by the old gentleman to ride a bull, and I was happy and carefree......"

Singing in a straight tone, he felt that he was satisfied, and took a sip of a dirty wine gourd from his waist.

The main street is one of the widest roads in the national capital, and the horses of the sixteen leads can also go back and forth at the same time, but there is not a single passing carriage on such a wide street, and it seems to be empty.

He always asked Huazi to stuff the wine gourd, and was about to mention the erhu and play another song, when suddenly he vaguely heard an unusual sound from the west. The sound was rapid and dull, and it became clearer and clearer from far to near, and even the ground could be felt vibrating. The moment when the old man Hanako wanted to take a closer look at the past, a large group of cavalry rushed into the pass like a tide, and they had rushed to the front of him. I don't know how many people are pressed by the black, and the wide street occupies almost no gaps on both sides, and it has covered the entire Nanchi Street in a short time.

At the head are two aliens, a man and a woman, both of whom are already a little old, but their posture is not inferior to that of young people, the woman looks like a skilled rider, and the man is more like a battle-hardened general. Both of them were in a hurry, attracting the soldiers behind them to follow.

"Wang Changji, this occupation of the granary is a military order from the Blood Flame King to the last general, you have to go with the last general, isn't it appropriate?"

"Ge Lihan, his military order is for you and not for me, not to mention that I didn't stop you from going."

"But if the last general takes care of the granary, he can't take care of Wang Changji at the same time, and it's not good to explain to the Blood Flame King if there is a mistake on either side......"

"So I'm here to help you, so that you can take care of me, and occupy the granary with less effort, won't you kill two birds with one stone? Ge Lihan, I have been to this Taiye country no less than dozens of times, and I am very familiar with you everywhere, I will lead the way to the east of the city for you, you should thank me! ”

Qi Chu didn't care about Ge Lihan's bitter look at all, and after a little thought, he said to himself: "In this way, let's go back and find a better restaurant, if you invite me to dinner, even if you thank you." I know where to find good shops. You hurry up and get rid of Qi Lie's errand, don't let me go hungry. ”

As he spoke, he whipped the horsewhip in his hand again, ignoring whether Ge Lihan agreed or not.

Gorihan secretly complained in his heart.

The Imulan army had passed the Pangu Palace in the north of the city, and Qi Lie was afraid that the night would be long and dreamy, so he asked the lord Su You to come to the granary first. Originally, Ge Lihan secretly accepted this military order, so he didn't need to accompany Qi Chu anymore, but he was bumped into by Qi Chu just after leaving the camp, so he couldn't help but come with him.

This Wang Changji, when she started a fire, her temper was even stronger than that of the big dark cloud lion, and she said that she wanted to follow, but it was no problem......

"Gorihan! Come on! I'm afraid you're not as good as me in riding. ”

Soon, thousands of blood cavalry rushed through Nanchi Street and went straight to the east gate of the city. After the dust flew, no one noticed that at the corner of the avenue, a dirty wine gourd had been trampled to pieces by horses' hooves, and a few wisps of red blood were still hanging on the shards.

At this time, there were only a few dozen guards left at the gate of Taiye City, which were not so much guards, but just to let people see the boundary between inside and outside the palace at a glance.

Lu Wenbi had already withdrawn most of his soldiers to the North Three Grids, where not only the children of the Lu clan who were in important positions, but also some officials who thought they had the same thoughts as the Lu clan also gathered in one place.

They thought that it might not be a bad thing to descend Imulan after the Lu clan, since ancient times, the people on the throne have changed like a lamp, and the only thing that has not changed is the green waters and green mountains.

Which dynasty is not an official to do? Lu can understand the truth, we don't understand?

So at this time, it is even more necessary to get together to keep warm, as the saying goes, the law does not blame the public, right? There are so many people who have descended, is it possible that they can all be cut down by the Imulans?

Officials whispered there in droves, exchanging news about the Imurans from the front, not so much to get valuable information from them, but to reinforce themselves with the idea that surrender was wise.

After all, everyone has dropped, and it seems that their discipline is not so bad.

However, to their surprise, an unexpected figure appeared in the crowd.

"Lu Gong Ministry? You didn't leave? Facing Lu Qiusheng, who was low-key and silent, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

They all thought to themselves, is this Lu Qiusheng dying? The Qianshou Pavilion built by his ancestors, the fire and thunder vault underground, and the piles of giant ballistae, none of which have made the Imulans miserable. Isn't he afraid that the Imulans will tear him apart?

It doesn't make sense, if he wants to escape to the south, his Lu family's self-built two-masted light boat is comparable to the bird's head ship of the Baisha Camp in southern Xinjiang, and it can run faster than anyone else, and it will never be impossible to escape.

Since everyone couldn't guess Lu Qiusheng's intentions, it had to be attributed to the fact that the person who knew the times was Junjie, and it was always reassuring to have one more person anyway.

Only Lu Wenbiao couldn't help but ask: "I didn't expect Master Lu to be there." ”

Lu Qiusheng smiled and cast a look, as if to say, each other.

Although all the officials gathered together, they all wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible, and the scene naturally turned dominated by the Lu family's disciples, among which Lu Wenji, the secretary of Honglu Temple, was the most eloquent, although he was not a big man on weekdays, but since the rest of the Lu family's children were silent and pushed him out, the officials also nodded and acquiesced to him as an envoy to go to the camp of the Imurans to discuss the opening of the city and the surrender.

At this time, it is very good that someone wants to be a bird.

What's more, this up-and-coming bird is not easy to be.

To put it nicely and debatable, in fact, it is a plea for mercy, anyway, if the city can't be opened, the Imuran cavalry has already broken in, and to say that these officials can give some real benefits to the Imurans, it is only limited to being a good guide and a good guide to collect the materials of all parties after entering the city.

Lu Wenji cleared his throat, saluted everyone without changing his face, and said in a loud voice: "Colleagues, the matter has come to this point, and we are helpless, although we have righteous indignation at those rats who only care about their own lives and escape from the national capital, there is a more important responsibility to shoulder, that is, to protect the national capital, don't let this Taiye City be burned due to stubborn resistance." Although I am not talented, I am willing to be a messenger and take the first step to negotiate with the Imulans, so I can probe the safety of His Majesty! ”

The clever rhetoric is to put aside the disgraceful acceptance, and hang all kinds of righteous names on the flag, so as to highlight their own noble and bright manners, and stay in the country is unwilling to join the same stream with those rats who have fled.

All the officials praised Lu Wenji's words for being proportionate and clear, and he would definitely be able to find out what His Majesty's current situation is. Of course, by the way, he can also convey his surrender tactfully and clearly to the Imurans.

It's just that everyone understands and ignores the fact that Lu Xingyuan, the only prime minister of the Lu family, has fled in a hurry and doesn't know where to go, and everyone is willing to be the first bird, how to slap the face in the face, it's too inauthentic.

At this time, Lu Wenxiang, the leader of the Bibo Business Alliance, squeezed over, although he is not an official, but as the helmsman of one of the eight major business alliances of Bihai, Lu Wenjun and Lu Wenchi took him after their deaths, and his identity is very different from the past.

He reminded Lu Wenji with a smile, I heard that the Golden Blade King Rob was unfortunately killed, and they were all old friends on the business road for decades, so don't forget to mourn for him. Na Luo Bu mentioned it to himself before his death, saying that he hoped to come to Taiye City to raise his old age in his lifetime, and now if his people are willing, they can find a feng shui treasure land for him at the foot of Jiubao Mountain, which can be regarded as a little heart of his old friend.

Listening to Lu Wenbi's ears on the side, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

In his opinion, the third brother Lu Wenxiang's brazenness can be described as the best among the brothers, as long as it is for his own interests, he can say anything shyly.

He was the one who drove away the small caravan after secretly opening a black market with Rob in Linzhou in private, and it was he who persuaded the emperor to open the Imuran Merchant House to the national capital in order to open up the trade route, and it was he who transferred the Nanhua gold ingots to the Bibo Merchant Alliance to his second brother Lu Wenchi after the mineral source was exhausted.

If it weren't for his brother-in-law, Lu Wenbi would really want to be a stranger to such a well-dressed beast. At the moment, he is waiting for the identity of Na Yuan, and he is really as black as a crow starling, and he can't say half a word.

Father...... Is it really the right thing for my son to stay as you tell him to do?

Lu Wenbiao remembered that after his father had dinner with him in Suzaku Sanjo that day, he also told him that he didn't need to send someone to escort him, and he didn't send anyone to look for him, he had his own way to leave the national capital.

Now, there is no other way but to trust my father's choice.

Lu Wenbi frowned and sighed, just as his eyes swept over Lu Qiusheng, and suddenly he had a strange feeling.

Maybe...... In this large crowd in front of him, there were people who ...... with the same purpose as him. With such a layer-by-layer layout, did Your Majesty really anticipate today's situation?

But now that His Majesty has fallen into the hands of the enemy, and the Imulans are the ones who hold the power of life and death, will they easily let His Majesty go back and let her return to the throne?

Lu Wenbiao felt more and more confused, the faces in front of him didn't know who was the enemy and who was himself, and he didn't know who he would obey in the future.

When will such a cold winter come to an end......