As he struggled along the same empty street, turning a corner, he was knocked down by an oncoming crowd.

His old eyes were full of Venus, he sat on the ground, supported his upper body, panting, and it took a long time to gradually see the people squatting beside him, eagerly greeting.

The man said: "Doctor Zheng, it's not good, the city gate is blocked by soldiers, and no one can get out. ”

Dr. Zheng Xun's mood that had finally calmed down suddenly became tense again, he sat on the ground, looked up and asked, "Is this really the case?" ”

The man nodded and said, "The thief surnamed Wu sent troops to seal all the city gates early, and we changed from the north gate to the east gate, and from the east gate to the south gate, all of them were heavily guarded, and we couldn't get out at all." ”

Zheng Xun trembled and asked, "Why don't you go to the West Gate to have a look?" ”

The man said with a bitter face: "Doctor Zheng, the thief surnamed Wu came from the west, if we go from the west gate, won't we take the initiative to send it to the door." ”

Zheng Xun stretched out his hand and said, "Help me up, I don't believe it, what if this thief named Wu Ye dares to take our group of loyal ministers and good generals?" ”

The man hurriedly helped Zheng Xun and asked him for advice.

Zheng Xun said unhurriedly: "Don't panic, go home and rest, wait for the thief leader to come to Xinzheng, and see how I scold him in person." ”

The man said cautiously, "Doctor Zheng, your life is at stake." He glanced left and right, approached Zheng Xun and whispered: "King Zheng has become a prisoner, and those of us who are courtiers have exhausted our personnel, so we can only look at the destiny of heaven." ”

Zheng Xun said solemnly: "Loyal ministers do not choose two masters, you and I are the courtiers of King Zheng, how can we be the staff of the thieves again, don't say it, you send someone to send me home first, and I will gather everyone in the hall tomorrow to discuss other matters, and then make plans." ”

The man sighed and ordered two subordinates to help Dr. Zheng Xun into the carriage and send him back to the house.

At noon, Wu Ye happened to appear outside the west gate of Xinzheng, he grabbed the reins, and glanced at the capital of Zheng with interest. Because Wu Ye has not been to many big cities, it is also a city in the capital, and he has only been to Linzi, so it is inevitable that compared with it, Xinzheng has a big gap with Linzi in terms of scale and city wall technology, which has a very big relationship with the national strength of various countries.

As a small country close to the Zhou royal family, it is not easy to have such a scale, the size of the Zheng State and the eleven cities, in terms of quantity, are comparable to the Lu State and the Song State, but the national strength is several times worse, mainly because the Zheng Zhuang Gong is unscrupulous and unreasonable, and has lost the hearts of the people.

Zheng Guo's courtiers are all flatterers, and they are struggling to beg Zheng Zhuang to open up every day, so that high-ranking officials can have hope for soaring. The atmosphere of the government and the opposition is extremely poor, there is no one who does serious things, government affairs are wasted, and the national strength can not be weakened.

The soldiers who had long been lined up outside the city gate stood neatly on both sides of the road, with solemn expressions and majestic postures. They rushed to Xinzheng the day before to block the city gate, not allowing anyone to escape, especially the ministers and nobles in Xinzheng. But these soldiers were only stationed outside the city, and none of them stepped into the city of Xinzheng for half a step.

Wu Ye rode alone and walked in front of everyone.

He walked slowly along the road, enjoying the glory of the victorious side being the first to step into Xinzheng.

The moment he stepped through the gates, all the soldiers on his side raised their weapons and cheered loudly.

After Wu Ye and the others vented their emotions, he turned his back to everyone and raised his hand to signal to stop shouting.

This team, which had just experienced the battle, immediately suppressed all the voices and silently followed Wu Ye into Xinzheng.

The streets of Xinzheng are smooth and spacious, and ten chariots can be used in parallel.

The houses on both sides of the street were all closed doors and windows, but Wu Ye knew that there were people inside.

These civilians of Xinzheng all hid in the house and watched this uninvited guest, who is said to have captured the high-flying King Zheng with his own hands in thousands of troops.

The civilians were full of questions, this person was too young, could the rumors be wrong?

Wu Ye didn't squint, and kept looking in the direction of King Zheng's palace.

As soon as the majestic cavalry behind him appeared, irrepressible exclamations came from the surrounding rooms.

The civilians of Zheng Guo had never seen such a well-equipped cavalry ranks.

Their horses were shiny, tall and strong, with a vigorous gait.

The cavalry armor on the horses reflected the golden sunlight in the daytime, and as the horse's back undulated, the joints closed and loosened, making an iron sound, which was chilling.

What's even more terrifying is that these people have no other sound except the sound of horses' hooves, and even the war horses don't neigh at will.

It's horrible.

The civilians whispered, full of speculation about the new occupier, Wu Ye's ears were excellent, but he didn't deliberately listen, and the views in panic and uncertainty didn't have much practical significance.

Wu Ye needs an obedient city, and the commoners need a wise lord, which are originally two ways that do not conflict with each other.

Wu Ye believes that what he gives to Xinzheng and even the people of Zheng Guo will far exceed their expectations, and Wu Ye believes that he will get more rewards for his kindness. In this way, it is enough.

In front of the steps of Xinzheng Palace, there was another group of people standing at this moment, who deliberately did not wipe the tears from their faces, and stood in front of Wu Ye's inevitable path.

I saw a young and handsome man, riding alone on horseback, walking at the front of the army, walking towards the palace.

This group of people rushed up, led by Zheng Xun, who made a lot of nonsense last night.

The others crowded around Zheng Xun, just waiting for the main backbone to open his mouth and angrily reprimand the thief.

Wu Ye watched the group of people perform nonchalantly, his gaze calmly swept over everyone's faces, distinguishing the hypocrisy inside.

Yan Ying told him very badly how to tell if a person is crying fake or really crying.

For a person who is pretending to cry, tears flow from the corners of his eyes, because he has to squeeze out the tears very hard, and as soon as he exerts his strength, the tears that are not many are squeezed into the corners of his eyes.

For those who really cry, tears flow from the middle of the eyes, because when the true feelings are revealed, the tears are full, and naturally they come out of wherever they come out.

It's a pity that Wu Ye scanned it and didn't find that his eyes were flowing out of the middle.

Zheng Xun cleared his throat, ready to scold the scolding that it took last night to finish finishing overnight.

This scolding was not written lightly.

First of all, Zheng Xun didn't know what Wu Ye was like, if he was a moody person like Zheng Zhuanggong, if he spoke too much, he would annoy this killing god, and his life would be in danger.

Secondly, his words are too bland, and he cannot reflect the patriotic heart of his loyal ministers.

In the end, how to subtly express in this scolding that he is willing to follow this new backbone, but he just wants to tactfully raise his worth.

Hard, hard, hard.