It didn't take long for the trembling Beiyuan Capital to shake again.

Yipin Emperor, the superintendent Xu Muchuan has returned to Beijing!

After this news was transmitted back to the capital, it instantly dispersed in every street, large and small, and hundreds of people scrambled to show excited and reverent eyes.

Six black coffins, sleeping and asking Zeyu and other generals of Yuxiao Pass, after Xu Muchuan dug Weishui to bury the Shu army, he returned to Beijing with Wen Zeyu's bones non-stop.

Now, the vitality of the Shu army is greatly damaged, and it is presumably that there will be no next move for a while, not to mention that the entire Yuxiao Pass is soaked by the river at the moment, and it is impossible to let the infantry pass through at all.

If you want to dry up the Weishui River that floods Yuxiao Pass to the point where you can march and walk, it will take half a month or even a month to say the least. Therefore, Xu Muchuan did not have to worry that the Shu army would break through the river defense line of Yuxiao Pass and attack Yicheng at this moment. Naturally, Xu Muchuan returned to Beijing without worries.

At the gate of the city, all the people stood on both sides of the street, looking at Xu Muchuan's heroic appearance from afar. When the people who were originally talking noisily saw Xu Muchuan's figure, they all closed their mouths and looked up with reverence.

"Meet the emperor and welcome the emperor's triumphant return."

A cadre of civil and military generals who had already taken over at the gate of the city immediately bowed down and shouted in unison.

"See the ...... of the adults" At the moment, all the people at the gate of the city competed to prostrate on the ground, and the momentum could be said to reach the sky.

Xu Muchuan's face was gloomy, his deep eyes glanced at the ten thousand officials, and said hoarsely: "If this official wants to meet the saint, get out of the way." ”

The group of civil officials and military generals who stood still wanted to take this opportunity to receive Xu Muchuan and have a good relationship with Xu Muchuan, but when they heard Xu Muchuan's deep voice, they could only laugh dryly and get out of the way.

Jealous of Xu Muchuan's high position? Hold a grudge against Xu Muchuan's cold and arrogant attitude at the moment?

Maybe there is, maybe not, the officials know very well in their hearts that Xu Muchuan today is even more terrifying than when he was bloodbathed in the Ministry of Culture and Administration a year ago. Even if some officials were extremely dissatisfied with Xu Muchuan's cold and arrogant attitude at this time, they could only bury their dissatisfaction in the bottom of their hearts with a smile.

So, as Xu Muchuan's cold arrogance retreated, a spacious road appeared, leading directly to the imperial court.

Da Da Da ......

The sound of the iron hooves of the war horses rattled as rhythmically as the excited heartbeats of the people.

After entering the city, the soldiers and horses escorting the six black coffins were divided into two teams, one team followed Xu Muchuan closely with Wen Zeyu's gloomy black coffin, and the other team led the remaining five coffins in another direction.

The return of the army to Beijing can be regarded as a triumphant return, but because of a gloomy black coffin, the atmosphere is pressed to the lowest. Xu Muchuan didn't speak, and the thousands of soldiers accompanying him naturally didn't dare to overstep.

Along the way, many people stood on the side of the street looking up to Xu Muchuan and the army, and they were still calling.

"In the territory of the North Abyss, maybe only adults can have such prestige and prestige!" The thousands of soldiers accompanying him continued to glance at the people kneeling and saluting on both sides with the corner of their eyes, and then raised their eyes to look at Xu Muchuan's back in front of them, and a sense of pride and reverence rose in their hearts.

The prosperity is gone, only a dry shell remains, and Wen Zeyu's life has finally come to an end. After decades of fighting on the battlefield and dyeing thousands of miles of blood, although his name cannot be compared with the thirteen generals of Beiyuan, it is enough to be among the ranks of famous generals in history.

Xu Muchuan took the gloomy black coffin of Wen Zeyu, and stepped on the thousands of steps of the imperial city with a solemn and deep face.

Step by step, every time Xu Muchuan stepped on a ladder, the soldiers of the Royal Forest Army guarding on both sides of the ladder all bent down to show respect, and the fiery admiration in the eyes of the soldiers soared into the sky.

With a snap, Xu Muchuan's last step finally stepped on the door of the palace hall, facing the Beiyuan Great Emperor Jun Yuyi who was sitting on the dragon chair.

Xu Muchuan stretched out his right hand, gently shook the hem of his robe, and strode into the hall.

"Emperor!"

When Xu Muchuan's right foot had just stepped into the main hall, the hundred officials turned to Xu Muchuan who came to the door, bowed and saluted in unison.

Wow!

Whether it was a civil official or a military general, they all put away their arrogant heads and bowed their posture towards Xu Muchuan.

The hall was silent, and the hundred officials bowed to Xu Muchuan, not daring to look up. The soldiers of the Royal Forest Army guarding the gate of the main hall held their breath and straightened their chests, their eyes full of surprise and tremors.

"Minister, Xu Muchuan, knock on Your Majesty."

Xu Muchuan did not stop for half a step because of the bowing of the hundred officials, he calmly walked forward to the center of the main hall, kneeling and kowtowing.

"Aiqing, flat body." Jun Yuyi's eyes were as deep as an abyss, looking directly at Xu Muchuan, and said in a deep voice.

Xu Muchuan slowly got up without being humble or arrogant, bowed slightly to face Jun Yuyi, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty, the minister has returned to Beijing this time, and there is something to do. ”

"Speak."

Xu Muchuan closed his eyes, and a look of sadness flashed in Ruyuan's eyes: "Your Majesty, General Qiyang asked Zeyu to fight all his life, and his military achievements are impressive. The minister implored His Majesty to allow the old general to be buried in the Shenyuan cemetery, so that the old general could have a place to return after his death. ”

In the Shenyuan cemetery, it is Ximen Xiong, the king of Zhenyuan, who is buried, and Liu Xunji, the thirteenth general of Beiyuan, is buried. And Wen Zeyu is only a pioneer general under the command of the thirteen generals of Beiyuan in the past, and he can't bury his bones here in terms of qualifications.

The silence was unusual, and it was difficult to hear any other sounds in the hall except for the breathing of everyone.

Jun Yuyi pondered for a long time, and asked rhetorically: "Xu Aiqing, do you know who the person buried in the Shenyuan Tomb is?" ”

"Minister, I know." Xu Muchuan replied in a very deep voice: "However, the minister understands even more that if he is still reincarnated, he will definitely agree to let the old general accompany him." ”

"The Shenyuan cemetery is the place where the princes are buried." Jun Yuyi's words were already obvious, and he did not agree with Xu Muchuan's words of the audience. In other words, in Jun Yuyi's opinion, asking Zeyu has not yet reached a certain status in his heart.

"Weichen has the courage to come to see him, and I hope that His Majesty will crown General Qiyang and ask Zeyu to be the Marquis of Qiyang and settle in the Shenyuan Tomb." With a pop, Xu Muchuan knelt directly on the ground without warning, kowtowed and shouted.

When the officials heard the sound, they all gasped and secretly hid aside to wipe the cold sweat. Xu Muchuan's move was tantamount to putting pressure on Jun Yuyi, the Great Emperor of the Northern Abyss.

If the hundred officials put pressure together, Jun Yuyi would not be able to vent even if he was angry, but Xu Muchuan alone dared to provoke the emperor's authority like this. In the eyes of the hundred officials, this is an act of looking for death, and maybe in the next moment, Xu Muchuan's first-class emperor will be eliminated.

Above the main hall, some officials saw Jun Yuyi, whose face was gradually darkening, and a sense of relief rose in their hearts, and they were very happy to see Xu Muchuan's embarrassment.

"Spread the holy decree, General Feng Qiyang asked Zeyu, for the Marquis of Qiyang, buried in the abyss, and announced to the world."

Wow!

The civil and military officials all fell into a sluggish and stunned appearance for a while......