Under the cold moonlight, on the hard and cold official road, there was a long brown dragon winding, braving the cold wind and slowly marching forward, these people were the Zhou army who escaped from Dingyang City, about 30,000 people.

At night in November in the north, the weather was already extremely cold, but the Zhou army had to endure hunger and cold, and advanced towards the west with difficulty. A few months ago, when they came from their hometown to the east, they were so majestic and high-spirited, but now they are like frosted eggplants, with a languid demeanor and a great embarrassment.

The Eastern Expedition was defeated, completely defeated, and the once majestic emperor was now asleep, lying in the carriage in the middle of the procession, no matter how the carriage tossed, he no longer had a trace of consciousness.

The news of Yu Wenyong's death has dissipated the last vestiges of the Zhou army's morale, and they can't wait to return to their hometown, only then can they feel safe, and only the warmth of home can cleanse their fatigue and fear.

However, even if they return to their hearts like arrows, the non-stop travel for half a day has already made their physical strength a little overdrawn, and what is even more unbearable is the feeling of hunger and thirst in the stomach, the colder the weather, the greater the consumption of food.

Suddenly, one of the people in the team fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, and the soldiers who knew each other around hurriedly stepped forward and shouted loudly.

"Dog leftovers, dog leftovers, what's wrong with you, get up! Get up! ”

"Hold on, dog, we're almost home! Your mother is still waiting for you! ”

However, no matter how his companions called, the fallen soldier closed his eyes and could no longer make a sound.

"Let's go, he's dead, dead!" With a low and sad sigh, everyone hit the road again, but their hearts were extremely depressed and resentful.

The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and the bright moonlight seemed so harsh and cold.

"General, the night is dark, the brothers have been on their way all night, and now they are tired and hungry, do you think you will stop and rest for a while, and wait until tomorrow morning to continue your journey?"

Yu Wensheng stopped, pursed his lips and looked at the general in front of him, his hair was covered with crystal frost flowers, making his appearance in his thirties look very vicissitudes. In one day, Yu Wenyong died, Yu Yi failed to rebel and died, Wang Yi defected to the enemy, Yang Jian was seriously injured, even if Yu Wensheng had been on the battlefield for a long time, he was inevitably a little shocked and at a loss.

In terms of official position, Yu Wensheng is only the first level of the Zhuguo (second-level honor), not as good as Yu Yi, Wang Yi is also under the Duke of Sui and Yang Jian, the general of the Zhuguo, but now he has to take on the important task of escorting Yuwenyong back to the country.

Although Yu Wensheng was also very tired, exhausted, hungry and thirsty, he could only cheer up and urge the team to speed up.

"General Yuwen, the emperor died suddenly, and the major events in the DPRK and China are undecided, we must send the emperor's edict to Chang'an as soon as possible to appease the people and stabilize the dynasty, otherwise we will let Xiaoxiao take the opportunity to cause chaos and the country will be in turmoil, and you and I will be the sinners of the country!"

Yang Jian's heavy words in the day echoed in his ears again, Yu Wensheng couldn't help but shudder, and his tired spirit lifted slightly.

Yu Yi has always been highly respected and trusted by Yu Wenyong, but during the day he suddenly assassinated the emperor, this result Yu Wensheng was deeply suspicious, but Yu Yi was dead, there was no proof of death, Yang Jian was also seriously injured, almost unable to live, so that Yu Wenyong had no doubts. Moreover, he knew very well that what Yang Jian said was true, no matter what, he had to send the edict and Yu Wenyong's body to Chang'an safely, which was the most important thing at present, and there was no room for hesitation.

"Can't stop!" Looking at the eager eyes of the soldiers, Yu Wensheng's heart was very heavy, but he hardened his heart and said sharply: "The Qi army is watching on the side, and it may be chasing after you at any time, so you must continue to hurry!" Hold on! ”

As he spoke, Yu Wenyong turned over and dismounted, handed the war horse to the guard beside him, and he wrapped the cloak behind him, took a big stride, and walked forward against the cold wind.

Seeing Yu Wensheng taking the lead in this way, even if the Zhou army was reluctant to live again, they could only grit their teeth and continue to hurry, but the speed was really not flattering.

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The cold wind is howling outside the house, and the snow is falling, but the house is warm like spring, especially the crisp and charming sound like silver bells adds a bit of warmth and vitality to the East Palace in winter.

"Giggles, Your Highness, come on, come to chase the slave!"

In the gorgeous and solemn East Palace Hall of Chang'an City, a woman in a slender red shirt with a face like a full moon of hibiscus giggles, and her crystal jade feet happily step on the soft and delicate carpet, jumping and running, delicately like a beautiful elf.

Behind her, there was a richly dressed young man, his face was very handsome, but his eyebrows and eyes were frivolous, especially the evil smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely inconsistent with his noble clothes and this magnificent, majestic and dignified hall.

"Lang hoof, stop quickly, or let the widow catch you, I will punish you!"

The red-shirted woman's starry eyes were half-open, the water was shining, her cheeks were flying, the smoke was like a peach blossom, her red lips were slightly raised, and she said shyly and timidly: "Your Highness is angry, the slave family is not running away, and I hope you will cherish the slave family!" The voice is glutinous, caressing the heart, and people can't help but feel ripples.

"Haha!" The young man couldn't help but laugh wildly when he heard this, "Sao Hoof, are you really afraid of the punishment of the widow?" I'm afraid it's too late to rejoice! As he spoke, the young man's eyes lit up, and a hungry tiger pounced on the red-shirted girl.

"Ahh The woman in the red shirt suddenly lost her face and wanted to escape, but she was grabbed by the young man, raised her right palm, and slapped her stiff buttocks. The exclamation of the woman in the red shirt suddenly turned into a charming moan, and her slender body was suddenly as soft as water in the young man's arms, with pink cheeks, almost dripping water in her eyes, her lips were moist, and her snort was sighing.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, the young man's breath stagnated, and a scorching light suddenly erupted in his eyes, without hesitation, he immediately lowered his head to grab the half-open and half-closed lip flap, and stroked and tasted it arbitrarily. At the same time, the young man's hands roamed over the woman's body restlessly, causing her to tremble lightly and let out a seductive moan in her throat.

"Sassy hooves, see how the widow punishes you!" After stroking it, the woman in red was half-dressed, and the spring was shining, and there was a faint flush on the exposed fair skin, which constantly stimulated the teenager's senses. Finally, he could no longer suppress the desire in his body, and his right hand slammed into force, and with a "hiss", the cloth shattered, and a seductive carcass suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Ahh

In a long groan of rejection and greeting, like a cry, the boy and the woman in red finally became one, and in this harsh winter day, the wheezing and moaning were intertwined, playing the primitive music of mankind.

After a long time, the clouds and rain stopped, and the young man lay on the woman's crisp chest contentedly, and the tip of his scarlet tongue kept teasing the red buds on the woman's chest, until the latter was delicate and lazy.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, there is an urgent matter to play in your humble position!" Just as the young man was about to score a second goal, when he was going to the clouds and rain, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

The movements of the young man's hand were only slightly paused, and then he lingered on the woman's delicate skin again, and said unhappily: "The widow is busy, what will happen later!" With that, the boy rolled over and began to beat the woman again.

"Your Highness, 100,000 is urgent, and there is no room for delay!"

A noisy voice came from outside the hall again, which made the young man frown, his face was angry, and he said coldly: "What's the matter? ”

"This matter is related to the luck of the Great Zhou, and it is also related to the future of His Highness, so I must tell His Highness in person!"

"Humph!" The young man pulled the scattered clothes not far away and covered the woman's body, and he was naked, looking at the door of the temple with cold eyes: "If it is nonsense, watch your head!" ”

"Don't dare!" The people outside the hall hurriedly agreed and pushed the door in, bowing their heads, as if they didn't notice the ** in the hall, or didn't dare to look at it.

"Humble Zheng Translation, see His Royal Highness the Prince." This person is in his early thirties, handsome, upright, and looks like a talent, but there is a little gloomy and frivolous between his eyebrows, and his exploitative lips can be seen that this person is a little mean.

"Justice, don't you know the rules of the widow?" The young man, Yuwen, the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly: "If what you say can't satisfy the widow, you know the consequences!" ”

"Don't dare!" Zheng Yi (the word justice) hurriedly kowtowed, and said in fear: "His Royal Highness the Prince of Qiqi, the Eastern Expedition has failed, the emperor has returned to the west, and he will be able to return to Chang'an in three days!" ”

Yuwen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes were full of anger, and his words became more and more cold: "This is what you want to say, don't you know about it?" ”

"Your Highness is angry, and listen to the humble position." Zheng Yi quietly glanced at Yuwen, who had an ugly face, and continued: "Your Highness, two days ago, the emperor died of a serious illness in Dingyang, and he drove a crane to the west, and now Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui, and Yu Wensheng of Zhu led troops to escort the emperor's body to Chang'an."

"What!?" Zheng Yi was interrupted by Yuwen before he finished speaking, only to see him look shocked, look at Zheng Yi in disbelief and ask, "What did you say, my father died?" ”

"Yes!"

"What should I be guilty of boldly translating and cursing the emperor in vain?" Yuwen shouted sharply, full of murderous energy.

Zheng Yi raised his head suddenly, looked directly at Yuwen, and said in a deep voice: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, even if you are bold, you will never dare to deceive you. The messenger sent by the Duke of Sui is now outside the East Palace, and if you don't believe it, you can inquire in person. ”

"The emperor died, there is no owner in the court, I am afraid that there will be ghosts and ghosts who will take the opportunity to make trouble, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince must prepare early, which is also the purpose of Yang Guogong to send people to send a letter." After a pause, Zheng Yi continued: "Yang Guogong said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only needs to stabilize Chang'an, and when he sends His Majesty's edict, you can rightfully ascend to the Great Treasure and take power." ”

"Good, good, good! Hahahaha! Yuwen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, looking like crazy, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He stroked his ribs, where there was a ruler-long, reddish mark, but it was caused by Yuwen Yong's whipping.

"Daddy, you're dying too late, too late!"