Outside the city of Kyoto, the soldiers stood still, and the soldiers at the front put away their weapons and held white soul-attracting flags. Xiao Chuhong's face was pale, and he was helped out of the carriage and sat on a wooden wheelchair.

Xiao Chuhong, who had taken off his battle armor, was dressed in a white filial piety suit and a black belt. A pure white jade pendant hangs on his waist, and under a closer look, he can faintly see a trace of blood in the jade pendant, which is a crown gift given to him by Xiao Mohan.

Xiao Chuhong's eyes were as clear as ice, and he looked up at the Kyoto City Gate close at hand. It has gone through several dynasties and generations, and it still stands majestically here. Thousands of people in the city wept bitterly on the side of the street, but he pursed his lips and was silent, not saying a word.

In the huge coffin at the back, Xiao Mohan's body was stored. Outside the coffin, Xiao Mohan's life's exploits are densely depicted, as well as his heroic posture of strategizing, talking and laughing, and leading the army to kill the enemy on the battlefield.

The civil and military officials waited outside the city gate for a long time, and the soldiers did not have much expression on their faces to express their condolences and greetings to those officials.

They charged in front, but they didn't expect to be stabbed by their own people in the end, and even asked their marshal to take the blame, this matter must not be tolerated!

Xiao Chuhong had no intention of entering the city with the generals, put one hand on the wheelchair, and glanced at the officials, his eyes were cold and sharp. It seems to make people feel that they are wearing single clothes in the cold weather, and they suddenly feel a chill to the bone.

"The minister asks the emperor to correct Marshal Xiao's name! Give it justice! ”

The young man looked straight ahead, and his cold voice did not have a trace of warmth, mixed with dissatisfaction with the imperial court, and the unwillingness to suffer infamy for his father's death in vain.

"Please ask the emperor to correct the name of the marshal!"

"Please ask the emperor to correct the name of the marshal!"

"Please ask the emperor to correct the name of the marshal!"

The voices of the soldiers in the rear were as loud as bells, shouting in unison over and over again, and their tones were firm and not at all fearless.

Su Tingye did not have to go to the court today, and stood among the people and looked at the soldiers with passion, wanting to seek justice for Marshal Xiao, his eyes flashed. By helping Xiao Mohan in this way, they are trampling the royal face under their feet, and if they are not careful, they will be accused of attempting to rebel.

pressed the thoughts of the military generals in the DPRK, but unexpectedly Xiao Chuhong, a young general who is not afraid of power, appeared.

"Your Majesty, the minister Xiao Chuhong does not seek fame and fortune, does not ask for high-ranking officials and marquises, but only implores the emperor to correct my father's name! He is a generation of heroes and good generals, why should he be framed and slandered by traitorous ministers! This Luo Qi Jiangshan surnamed Shang can be easily shaken by them! If something happens, you have to blame the heroes! Please ask the emperor to make an edict to find out the truth and correct Marshal Xiao's name! ”

Xiao Chuhong held his head high and made a loud noise, not afraid that he would lose his life because of this.

The people present were all shocked by him, and once the edict of his guilt came out, it must be left in the annals of history, and future generations will judge the merits and demerits.

The people were also dumbfounded, and the courtiers blamed Xiao Mohan, but Xiao Chuhong asked the emperor to admit his mistake and correct his father's name.

Seeing this, Ji Mengping came out to play a round, "General Xiao, you became famous at a young age and fought on the battlefield, and you know how to be fearful. The clear self-purifying, the rumors stop at the wise, not to mention that the culprit Xiliang has suffered a heavy blow, and the rebel general has also been killed by Marshal Xiao, so why make a big deal and let the marshal not rest in peace. ”

"yes, how can you keep him from resting?" Xiao Chuhong put his right hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, snorted lightly, slowly raised his eyes, looked at the righteous and righteous Lord Zuo in the distance, looked around, and said word by word, "Even if the world is subverted, no matter who is in charge of ups and downs, I will never tolerate my father being wronged!" ”