(The author is completely confused - today there are hundreds of collections rising again, which is comparable to the tragic situation of several collections a day since the release of the new book!) I'm really confused, it's naked and there is no recommendation, and today I was rewarded by Dong Dingyan and the two brothers I have in the world. Pen fun Pavilion www.biquge.info God is really eye-opening, write a good book)

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The ancient city of Xiangyang is a city worthy of the pride of the people of the Ming Dynasty. Here, countless grassland iron horsemen who were like entering a no-man's land back then were under this broken city.

And now, it seems that this scene is about to repeat itself.

Or almost the same steppe iron rider from the north.

It's still the same Han nationality.

It's still the same two-to-two duel that hasn't changed for hundreds of years.

But this time, will we still be able to stand as we did before?

…… Unconsciously walked to Zhu Yujiao under Xiangyang City, from far and near, staring at the pair of mottled "Xiangyang" characters above the city gate, and couldn't help knocking on the carriage, so that the big car, which was babbling all the way, stopped under the city gate.

Yang Sichang also stopped, sat upright on his horse, slowly raised his eyes, stared at the city gate, his eyes flickering.

This time, he didn't walk over.

Not only him, but in addition to the personal guards, almost all the officers and soldiers, large and small, seemed to have a heart at once, and they stood in place one by one, without the slightest intention of asking each other courteously.

"Blow the trumpet and welcome the princess to Xiangyang City!"

Kang Depeng, the commander of the Thousand Households of the Twenty-seventh Guard of Huguang Xiangyang Weifancheng, a military general with no strong appearance, stared at the car of the princess under the city for a long time, his eyes gradually became hot, and he suddenly shouted to a pair of bullhorns on the head of the city.

"Brother, this trumpet is not blown casually, have you forgotten?"

Wu Degui, who was both a cousin and a pro-soldier, was startled and hurriedly reminded him.

"If you want to blow it, you can blow it, what a noise!"

Kang Depeng's eyes widened, Wu Degui jumped up in a panic, and ran towards the sentry tower above the wall.

"Trumpet, double trumpet, general order!"

Whining...... Woo...... Woowoo...... High-spirited......

The sudden sound of the horn suddenly broke the silence on the small plain in northwest Hubei in winter, and suddenly made everyone look up and look around.

"Bastard, without this official's warrant, that dead dog dared to blow the horn?"

Several relevant government governors and political envoys who were already trembling at Yang Sichang's sword with the sword of the Son of Heaven to supervise the suppression of bandits in the entire northwest of Hubei were even more panicked at this time, and they all looked at Cao Kenan, the governor of Xiangyang.

Cao Kenan thought that this was his own ground, and immediately felt even more chilled in his heart, and blurted out and scolded.

The staff standing on the side, just wanted to speak, when he saw Yang Sichang riding on a horse, looked at this side and said coldly:

"You have really done this care, the horn is blown or not, when it is not blown, when it can be blown, and when it is not blown, and when it is not blown, you can know?"

It's over, this Yang Ge Lao even came out, I'm afraid he is really angry.

Hanzhong Mansion, Yunyang Mansion, and the governors and general soldiers who accompanied me along the way, such as Junzhou and Laoying, couldn't help but have a smile on their frightened faces, and stared at Cao Kenan gloatingly with an expression of being ready to watch a good show.

Several staff members were timid, looked at Yang Sichang on the horse, subconsciously retracted and took a few steps away from Cao Kenan.

There was only a short staff member who looked like a young scholar, who did not retreat but advanced, and said close to the front with his ear:

"Duke Cao, in case of an emergency military situation or royal arrival, the sentry officer at the head of the city has the right to blow the trumpet first."

"Why don't you know about this, you, what are your intentions in hiding from me!"

Cao Konan's face was suddenly angry, he clenched his fists and glared angrily, only to see that the young staff was angry for a while, and he silently pushed his hand aside.

Yang Sichang saw it in his eyes, and suddenly pointed and said:

"What is your name, little dwarf?"

The person who heard him called him was actually Yang Sichang, who was powerful in the world, and his face was suddenly happy. Then, after hearing the word "little man" clearly, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and then lowered his head and responded indifferently:

"Go back to the old man's words, and offer advice in Xia Buyi Song."

"Song Xiance?"

Yang Sichang's eyes flashed, he looked him up and down, and hesitated for a while:

"It's still cloth clothes, isn't it already someone else's staff, who is you?"

Song Xiance's eyes were hot, and a burning look of hope suddenly rose in his heart, and he looked up and replied:

"Back to the old pavilion, cloth is a native of Yongcheng, Texas, try to Qimen Dunjia divination, last year walking here and met a thief, so ......"

Before the words fell, Yang Sichang suddenly turned his head, stunned and snorted:

"It's a pity, not only is the image not good, but also a person who is in the industry, which almost made me love talents, but fortunately I didn't lose my eyes."

So saying, he did not bother to glance at it any longer, and drove towards the princess's chariot, pondered for a moment, and then urged the horse away.

"Elder Yang Ge, let's get up, yes, I looked at the head of Xiangyang City, and I was in a trance ......for a while."

Seeing Yang Sichang riding a horse, Zhu Yujiao hurriedly ordered the palace maid to open a little curtain, and took the initiative to say a little apologetically.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's the princess's feelings for the country—"

Yang Sichang hurriedly smiled, and then urged the army to march towards Xiangyang City again.

A few days later, a thousand-mile urgent decree flew to Xiangyang.

Zhu Yujiao, who occasionally felt the cold, had to dispel the idea of recuperating here for a while, and under the support of Sun Yingyuan's 600 Beijing camp and 200 internal Wu Xiang Zuowei, all the way to the east, through Nanyang, through Xinzheng, into Xuzhou, into Hebei, into Handan, non-stop, and finally returned to the capital after 15 days.

On the road to enter the inner palace at the west gate of the imperial city, Zhu Yujiao stopped the carriage and horses again, rarely got out of the car, retired all the accompanying soldiers, and even the palace maids were not allowed to follow, and ordered Wang Lian, who was seriously injured and had not recovered, to carry him to the pavilion on the side of the road, and then walked in.

"Thank you princess for saving the old slave in front of the old seat of Yang Pavilion, the old slave-"

Seeing that Zhu Yujiao also had a sick face, Wang Lian struggled to get up, but was naturally stopped by the princess raising her hand.

"Princess, are you feeling better?"

If it's not good, you have to say it's good, Wang Lian tried to open his eyes and nodded weakly:

"Much better, much better. Your Royal Highness the Princess, you summoned the old slave to speak alone, but、But you made a special trip to Yunyang Mansion.、That short-haired boy? ”

"Exactly, Princess-"

Zhu Yujiao groaned slightly, and then resolutely bowed her head and said:

"Everything that happened in Yunyang Mansion, I have already thought clearly. Father, don't say anything for the time being, what do you want to say, what should you say, when to say it, this palace has its own opinions, can you understand? ”

Wang Lian was speechless for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Royal Highness Princess, this—this is a great crime of bullying the king, slave, slave—"

Zhu Yujiao's face suddenly turned cold, and she suddenly said coldly:

"Dog slave, the left is also you, and the right is also you, and in the end, there is a big thing, and they all push the word bullying! Today the world is in tatters and ruined to such a point that you still have to talk about it all day long! ”

Wang Lian had a pair of old eyes, and suddenly tears rolled down, rolled desperately, fell to the ground, and cried loudly:

"Princess, princess, old slave, old slave—"

Zhu Yujiao didn't expect this Wang Lian to practice himself regardless of life and death, her heart softened, and she sighed warmly:

"Do you still remember the apocalypse of the emperor's grandfather, and the huge thunder that fell from the sky in the capital that day? It's not that the palace doesn't say it, but today's father and emperor really can't withstand more fright, do you understand? ”