Zhong Zhuoyu led the team, from the thick clothes to the willow branches, only to see the stone tablet engraved with the word "Lin'an" in front of him. It took half a month, but she felt that this road was too long and too long.

"The front will enter Lin'an, rest in place for a quarter of an hour, and then cheer up and enter the city."

"Whoa!"

When the soldiers were given the order, they sat down on the spot without thinking that the ground was dirty, and passed water bladders to each other to drink water to quench their thirst, looking very disciplined.

Zhong Zhiyu looked at it for a while, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so he got down from the back of the sky and let it go to a cool place to rest by itself, but he carried a small burden on his back and came to the side of the two coffins, next to the coffin of the king of Zhenbei, his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Daddy, we're in Lin'an."

After that, he still leaned on the coffin and looked at the sky intently.

She has thought about it carefully these days, everyone's caliber is surprisingly consistent, and all the evidence also points to Xirong, but there are too many strange things, not to mention why there is only the body of the Zhong family army in such a large valley, even if it is really Xirong, then Xirong has already slaughtered the Zhong family army, why not take the opportunity to capture Beiwang City, all the way south, anyway, the king of Zhenbei is dead, and others can't stop them, is it possible to worry about the thousands of Tianzi army in Beiwang City?

Thinking of this, Zhong Zhiyu only glanced at the Tianzi Army who was resting honestly with his spare eyes, and then withdrew his gaze.

Not them.

After Fu Zhengwei was arrested, the "pro-Fu faction" in the Tianzi Army lost its backbone, and it was not a climate, even if Fu Zhengwei's henchmen wanted to hijack the prisoner car when they first hit the road, they were quickly suppressed by Huang Yuhe and squatted in the prisoner car together.

Outside of Dayu, there are only two threats, Xirong and Beiyi, but the two of them are too late to fight, I am afraid that they can't take care of Dayu at all, so the tragedy against the Zhong Jiajun should be within this Dayu......

Zhong Zhiyu unconsciously rubbed the coffin with one hand and closed his eyes.

Don't worry, after He Yu wakes up and tells the truth, he can take revenge on the enemy.

At the end of a quarter of an hour, Zhong Zhuoyu took the lead in getting up and turned over on the back that covered the sky without saying a word.

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Recently, the atmosphere in Lin'an is very mysterious and heavy, since learning the news of the sacrifice of the king of Zhenbei, whether it is the people or the officials, it is like a thunderbolt, only to feel that the entire Dayu head is shrouded in a layer of dark clouds. For all the people of Dayu, King Zhenbei is the existence of the god needle of Dingguo, and now that this needle has fallen, it is inevitable that people will not panic.

Liu Chengxuan is also one of the people who are flustered.

He is twenty this year, and he was stuffed into Taixue by his father Liu Zhiyin, preparing to prepare for next year's spring boudoir. But he didn't want to do this, he just wanted to open a shop and touch gold and silver, but fortunately, he met a classmate in Taixue who was also not interested in books - Qin Bairui.

The two fish together every day, and their lives are comfortable, but since the news of the annihilation of the 45,000 elite soldiers of the Zhong family's army spread, he has not seen him for many days.

And Qin Bairui, who was thinking about Liu Chengxuan, skipped the Taixue class again today, wandering at the north gate of Lin'an City, staring at the outside of the city with a pair of peach blossom eyes, looking like he wanted to wear it.

Just when he thought he couldn't wait today, he heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

Qin Bairui was overjoyed in his heart, ignoring the silver-veined white clothes he was wearing today, which were the easiest to stain, and hurriedly lay on the ground, with one ear on his side, listening carefully.

There are horses' hooves and footsteps, the footsteps are uniform, the strength of stepping on the ground is moderate, and the training is well-trained, it is a team from Beiwangcheng!

Qin Bairui's behavior naturally attracted the attention of the guards guarding the city gate, he knew that this person was the only son of the hussar general Qin Yizhong, and when he saw him get up, his face was full of joy, and he knew that the team of the king of Zhenbei had returned.

So a guard hurriedly went back to report the news, but Qin Bairui walked a few steps forward excitedly, and retreated nervously, walked around a few times, and seemed to suddenly notice the mud on his body, and hurriedly stretched out his hands to slap them hard, trying to shoot these things off.

As soon as he tossed, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near.

Qin Bairui looked out of the city, and the first thing that caught his eye was a woman riding on a black horse, wearing a filial piety dress, her face was familiar and unfamiliar, a little different from what she remembered, but the stubbornness that refused to admit defeat slowly coincided with the little girl in his memory.

It's her.

Qin Bairui recognized Zhong Zhuoyu, the leader of the team, so he looked behind him anxiously, and when Zhong Zhuoyu entered the city, he saw the two coffins carried by several people.

The coffin is black, with similar patterns, and it is impossible to see which one is his father's.

"Zhong Zhuyu!"

Qin Bairui stepped forward to stop her, and Zhong Shuyu also stopped as he thought, looking at him with a pair of eyes, his expression calm, as if asking him what was wrong.

Qin Bairui opened her mouth, and she didn't know what she was going to say when she stopped her, so she only pointed straight to the two coffins behind her and asked, "Which one is my father?" ”

When Zhong Shuyu heard this, his eyes waved, and he looked at Qin Bairui's appearance carefully: he had a long body, sword eyebrows and thin lips, and a cold light, but he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, full of gentleness, and suppressed his cold air. He stood there like an unsheathed blade.

"Are you Uncle Qin's son?"

"yes!" Qin Bairui nodded, and when he saw Zhong Zhuyu's look of disbelief, he came back to his senses and felt lost in his heart: "Xiao Zhuyu, don't you remember me?" ”

What's that? Have you seen him before?

Zhong Shuyu hurriedly changed the topic, pointed to the coffin on the right and said, "This is Uncle Qin." ”

Qin Bairui nodded his head in gratitude to her, and then leaned on the coffin on the right with a roar, and as soon as he touched the coffin, his eyes and nose turned red.

"Qin Gongzi, don't lie on your stomach." Seeing that he was acting so unruly, Zhong Shuyu hurriedly stopped: "There is something between the coffin and the coffin to keep the corpse from decaying, don't break it." ”

As soon as Qin Bairui heard this, he sniffled and got up, worried that he had crushed the coffin, so he stretched out his palm again and patted it lightly on the coffin, his movements were gentle, and his face was solemn.

"Xiao Jianyu, why do you call me Qin Gongzi, why are you so alienated between you and me, you used to call me Brother Rui!" After Qin Bairui finished making a set of movements, he turned his head and looked at Zhong Zhuyu with a resentful face.

Zhong Shuyu had no impression of Brother Rui, and once again doubted the origin of this person, so he looked at Xue Slush vaguely: Is this really Uncle Qin's son?

Slush nodded affirmatively: Yes.

"Do you think I'm blind when you look at me in front of me?" Qin Bairui complained with an accusatory face: "Xiao Zhuyu, why don't you ignore me!" ”

"Ahem." Zhong Shuyu cleared his throat and changed the topic again: "Since that's the case, then I'll hand over my aunt to you." ”

As he spoke, he took out a small porcelain vase from his neck, turned over and dismounted, and handed it to Qin Bairui's hand with his own hands.

Qin Bairui immediately put away his exaggerated expression, and took the small porcelain bottle with both hands, which was heavy, as if there was his mother's body temperature on it.

Zhong Shuyu was sad in his heart, but maybe it was because he was in a similar situation to himself, and the two families were world friends, so he was inexplicably cordial in his heart, or maybe it was because he saw his expression so free and easy, turning his face so quickly, the sadness in his heart gradually faded.

It's a strange person.

Qin Bairui received the small porcelain vase and kept it closely, and when he saw that Zhong Zhuyu was about to set off again, he obediently followed the team, fortunately, he was wearing plain clothes today, and he didn't feel abrupt.

The team entered the city, and soon arrived at the Zhenbei Wangfu in Lin'an, Qi Bo was already waiting at the door, and when he saw Zhong Shuyu, he hurriedly held back his tears and brought Zhong Shuyu a glass of wine.

"The county lord is home, drink this Zhujie bar."

Zhong Zhuyu drank all the Zhujie wine in Qi Bo's loving eyes, thinking that his tears had dried up, but at this time, looking at Qi Bo, who was much older, he choked up in his throat: "It's the wine of the wine king's family." ”

Qi Bo turned around and wiped a handful of tears, and pretended that nothing had happened to welcome Zhong Zhuyu in: "The county lord's tongue is really good, this wine was sent by the wine prince before the expedition, and he said that he had to give you the earliest to celebrate." ”

"The wine prince has a heart."

As soon as Zhong Zhuyu's words fell, he saw the musicians in the row behind Qi Bo beating gongs and drums, and white paper money began to be sprinkled in the palace of Zhenbei Wang.

Qi Bo stood under the flying paper money, and shouted in a deep and hoarse voice: "Welcome the prince back to his home!" ”