Feng Yan didn't stay long, and after pouring a cup of herbal tea in one go, he left the princess's mansion in a hurry.

The scorching sun was obscured behind the clouds, and it was gloomy outside, and now it was still in the twenty-seventh day of national mourning, and the streets were much quieter than usual, especially those teahouses and restaurants had almost no customers.

The same is true in the Tea Pavilion.

The owner of the teahouse led Feng Yan to the small courtyard in the northwest corner as usual, and after serving tea, he retreated.

In the east room, only Feng Yan was left.

Silence.

Feng Yan took out his pocket watch from his arms and looked at it, it was only at this time.

Feng Yan knew that Cen Yin was still in the imperial study nine times out of ten, and he was afraid that he would not be able to come for a while.

He sat quietly by the window, looking dazed, and drank a cup of tea, and another cup of tea......

Pot after pot.

It was overcast until nightfall, and white lanterns were lit in the courtyard outside.

When it was completely dark, Cen Yin finally came.

He walked to the window, and instead of talking, he lit a palace lamp by the window first.

The surroundings were quiet and quiet, and as soon as the evening breeze blew, the freshly lit candle flame swayed twice with the wind, as if it was about to be extinguished in the next moment.

The light illuminated their faces, and when they looked at each other, their eyes deepened.

Omitting the words of greetings, Cen Yin said straight to the point about the destruction of Lingwu City.

After the brave general Su Suichang led the reinforcements to the north, he assisted King Jian to defend Lingwu City, but there was a shortage of food and grass in the city.

As for the 100,000 taels of silver grain and grass that Duanmu Fei raised, although some of them were ruined because of Wei Yongxin's selfish interests, the next two batches still arrived safely one after another, but for the north, it was really a drop in the bucket.

King Jian calculated that the remaining grain and grass in the city would not last for twenty days, and then they had to wait for a batch of grain and grass sent from the northwest.

In order to ensure that there would be no accidents with that batch of grain and grass, King Jian asked Su Suichang to go to Linyi City in the southwest of Lingwu City, which was the necessary place for the batch of grain and grass in the northwest to be sent to Lingwu City.

However, Su Suichang had a fierce conflict with King Jian.

Su Suichang felt that guarding Lingwu City was the top priority, and he couldn't disperse his forces to Linyi City at this time, besides, he was ordered to guard Lingwu City.

How could King Jian rest assured that Su Suichang would guard Lingwu City, so he could only transfer troops from Minghao City to Linyi City, but he was still one step late, and the Northern Yan people captured Linyi City before them.

The grain and grass in the northwest have been cut off again.

After that, King Jian asked for grain and grass support from the neighboring cities such as Lishi City and Huaquan City several times, but was delayed by the cities for various reasons.

By the time the Northern Yan people launched another siege on the fifth day of the seventh month, Lingwu City was already on the verge of running out of food, and the reinforcements of 100,000 Northern Yan had also reached three hundred miles away, and they would arrive in three or four days at most.

King Jian could only make a desperate bet, ordered people to quietly go out of the city, and asked the 10,000 troops of Li City and Huaquan City to set up an ambush in the Lingwu Valley, and together with Lingwu City, they attacked the 100,000 Northern Yan troops attacking the city before and after.

Although this battle is dangerous, if it can be successful, it will allow Beiyan to suffer a lot of injuries and relieve the pressure on the north.

However, after three days of waiting, the delays did not arrive.

Lingwu City was in danger after three days of continuous attack by the Northern Yan army, but King Jian still held the city gate, but Su Suichang opened the west city gate with his generals, intending to abandon the city and flee, but was found by the Northern Yan people who were staring at the city gates.

The 50,000 Northern Yan troops poured in from the west gate of Lingwu City like a flood that burst the embankment, and they were murderous.

Even King Jian has the ability to turn things around, and in such a situation, he has no power to return to the sky.

Lingwu City is broken.

In fact, King Jian had the opportunity to lead the remaining remnants of the army to withdraw from Lingwu City, but the people in this city couldn't go.

Therefore, King Jian chose to defend the city desperately, and finally died in the city.

“…… After the Northern Yan army broke through the city, King Jian's body was suspended high on the city wall by the Northern Yan people to demonstrate. ”

In the room, only Cen Yin's voice echoed in the air.

His voice was obviously very close, but in Feng Yan's ears, it seemed to come from the far other side.

Cen Yin looked at the starry night sky outside the window, his thin red lips pursed tightly, and his face was expressionless.

Cen Yin said that these were not only the contents of the eight-hundred-mile urgent military report to the emperor, but also included the secret report sent by the shadow guard from the north.

Even if the country is ruined and the family is ruined in the military newspaper to the emperor, it is necessary to whitewash one or two, at least the person who wrote the military newspaper must pick himself and the emperor out!

Cen Yin's deep and charming eyes were also covered with a layer of ice, and he slowly picked up the teacup in his hand and drank tea.

"......" Feng Yan only felt that there were a thousand words in his heart, and in the end he couldn't say anything.

Before Cen Yin came, Feng Yan had thought that the destruction of Lingwu City would not be lost by King Jian.

When he was in the north, he followed King Jian for two years, King Jian was a famous general, brave and strategic, good at defending and attacking, and having the defensive position of Lingwu City as a geographical advantage, it stands to reason that it is impossible to be broken so easily.

However, the right time and place cannot withstand the "discord between people".

King Jian and tens of thousands of people in Lingwu City died in such an unknown way.

"Big brother, is there any news of Junran?"

It stands to reason that Jun Ran is also about to reach the north.

Feng Yan's hand clenched the teacup in his hand tightly, almost crushing it.

He only hoped that Jun Ran wouldn't have an accident now.

"There is no news of Jun Ran for the time being," Cen Yin said softly, his eyes darker, "Judging from the secret report sent now, Jun Ran should not be in Lingwu City.

Another gust of night breeze blew suddenly, and the candle flame flickered a few times again, casting a strange shadow on the faces of the two men.

The air is slightly cold.

Cen Yin took two more sips of tea, moistened his throat, and then opened his lips again: "Lingwu City has been slaughtered." ”

It was difficult to hide the bitterness in his voice, and a trace of sadness slowly floated in those long, narrow and deep eyes, which became thicker and thicker.

"Beiyan was stopped in the area of Lingwu City for several months, and after the city was broken, the Beiyan people were fierce and slaughtered the city for three days."

"Judging from the secret report of the shadow guard, the area around Lingwu City is now ten rooms and nine empty."

"After breaking Lingwu City, the Northern Yan people did not take advantage of the situation to pursue again, and the Northern Yan general Long Qing ordered the whole army to rest and recuperate."

"It's only been five days since the city was broken, and there are still a lot of reports that haven't come in time, so that's all I know now."

Only Cen Yin's voice was left in the room.

At first glance, his voice was still as unhurried as usual, neither light nor heavy, but Zhicen was as faint as a seal, but he could clearly feel the blood and tears contained in this seemingly calm word by word.

Feng Yan's body tightened even tighter, the green tendons around his neck appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the scene of those two years in the north came to his mind.

The northern border is completely different from the capital, the capital is prosperous and comfortable, but the northern border is a place that is in the midst of war all the year round, and it is always necessary to beware of the sudden attack of the Northern Yan people.

The people there are like weeds, deeply rooted in the soil of the north, and are full of life.

Most of the people in the north have a hearty temperament, love to laugh and sing, and are hospitable.

He still remembered that when he and the army were walking on the streets of the North, people would give him melons and fruits along the way, just so that they were wearing the armor of the Northern Army......

Those young people would talk to him about King Jian with reverence, and those who were old would talk about King Zhenbei with emotion......

Feng Yan's eye socket was slightly red.

He took several deep breaths before slowly calming down again.

Even if Cen Yin didn't make his words clear, Feng Yan also understood what he meant, Beiyan's ambition this time was not small.

If the Northern Yan just planned to burn and loot as in previous years, then after the Lingwu City was captured, the army would go all the way south and break the city and loot in one go, but the Northern Yan people chose to rest this time.

Being so cautious and painstaking, it shows that Beiyan has a big plan this time.

Feng Yan's heart sank little by little.

There was a sudden chill in the air, the night wind was as cold as a blade, and the swaying bamboo shadows in the courtyard were like beasts with teeth and claws at night.

"Big brother......" Feng Yan looked at Cen Yin worriedly.

Cen Yin's affection for the north is undoubted, it is his home, his hometown, and his sad place.

In front of Feng Yan, Cen Yin didn't need to hide anything.

He laughed miserably.

Against the backdrop of the bleak candle flame, the skin was as bloodless as white porcelain.

At this moment, he was not Cen Yin, he seemed to have become Xue Zhao in the north again.

"In the past, the Zhenbei Wangfu was in Lingwu City, for the sake of Dasheng...... It has been guarded for a hundred years. ”

Cen Yin closed his eyes, covering the surging memories under his eyes.

He said to himself in his heart that the Zhenbei Wangfu was long gone, as early as more than ten years ago, on the night when the Zhenbei Wangfu was washed in blood, there was no Zhenbei Wangfu.

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