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The end of the prosperity of the eighth volume is the 642nd chapter of my hometown

In front of a courtyard in the back house of Chang'an Zhefu, a crowd of black people gathered here, including men and NVs, old and young, and people joined in from time to time, making the crowd more and more huge. To read the latest chapters, please lock Aishang Novel Network biquge.info{Aishang Novel Network biquge.info}

The rich yào incense wafted out of the courtyard, and people ran out of the courtyard from time to time, passing on the news, and the crowd could faintly hear the suppressed choking sound from time to time, and the sad and solemn atmosphere permeated the crowd......

Yes, the great Qin minister, the general of Zhenbei, the former prince Shaobao, and the Orimuqing, the brilliant and epic life in the autumn of the fourth year of Jingxing finally came to an end.

In a flower hall not far from the courtyard, Yulin Zhonglang sat Zhao Shi quietly on a chair, and he was in a hurry, so he only went back to the house to freshen up a little.

And he was not the only one in the hall, there was also a chief eunuch from the palace, and the lord of the Ministry of Rites also came out in his busy schedule and rushed over, his face was full of sweat and he poured tea in his mouth, his hands were a little shaky, and he looked a little nervous and anxious.

Accompanying a few of them is Zhemuhe, who has been cut down to the people, because he was implicated in the dispute for the succession, and in the Qingyang Mutiny seven years ago, in order to calm the controversy between the government and the opposition, and became a scapegoat, another general of the Zhe family, Leng Zhong looked out of the hall, his expression was decayed, like an ordinary old man with Alzheimer's, and he did not consciously sit there with the guests.

But where can the other people care about these at this time? From time to time, they looked outside the hall, waiting for the sudden, but expected, news.

Zhao Shi rushed all the way back, and waited here for more than an hour, but there was not much impatience, Orimuqing was about to die, he was a little stunned when he heard the news, and what made him even more puzzled was that Orimuqing said that he wanted to see him, the first time he met, the majestic and resolute old man, before he died, he didn't want to see his close brothers, beloved sons and nephews, and he didn't take advantage of the fact that he was still alive, and left his life on behalf of his confidant, but as long as he saw him, a posterity boy who could be said to be irrelevant, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

He has a lot of things waiting for him to do, and there are thousands of ideas waiting for him to realize them one by one, but what the name of the great general Zhemuqing represents, he still knows very well, the first important minister in the Great Qin army, and Yang Gan have supported the Great Qin world for decades, although he is now old, and his authority is far from being comparable to that year, but his prestige in the Great Qin army is still not a second person, such a person is called to death, he can't think of it.

But although he came, if he wanted to say how sad, regretful, or even honored, it would be nonsense, people are going to die after all, no one can escape, as long as it is not his own blood ròu relatives, whether it is a general, or a peddler pawn, in his opinion, there is no difference, the only difference is that the general made him have to run once, but most of the others do not have this power.

After waiting for more than an hour, looking at the soul of the Orimu River, like the mourning of the Kaoki, he even maliciously thought in his heart, the Zhe family is not irreplaceable, the same is true of the general Zhemu Qing, the general Orimu Qing goes, who will replace the Zhemu Qing or even the Zhe family? Or, with that majesty's xìng feelings, will there be one or two more people like Orimu Qing? Even if it appears, can it still be like Oriki Qing and get a good death?

His eyes also glanced outside the hall, looking at the endless houses of the Folding Mansion, and the servants who came and went in a hurry, the sons and nephews of the Folding family in Beijing came one after another, and some didn't even have time to take off their official uniforms, and the people who came stood quietly outside the courtyard, and the branch of the descendant line was naturally in the place closest to the mouth of the mén, and the outside was the concubine, the side branches, the high seniority, the low seniority, seemingly random, but in order, not at all, gradually, as more and more people got the news, the people who watched outside the courtyard also gathered more and more.

Of course, in addition to the children of the folded family, that is, a few people in the hall came in person, and the others just sent people to inquire about the news, but life is coming, and it can alarm many people, and it is not in vain, maybe in a few days, Chang'an will usher in a grand funeral, right? Zhao Shixin sighed softly.

However, this kind of emotion was only a flash, and then I thought, what is the purpose of General Zhe to see him at this time? Don't you want nòng to come up with a drama of supporting orphans, right?

Then he secretly shook his head and laughed at himself a little self-deprecatingly, the Zhe family is such a big family with deep roots, how can he ask an outsider to help him? He couldn't figure out what it was for......

Just when he was thinking about it, there was a sāo movement at the mouth of the mén in the courtyard over there, and a middle-aged man in his early forties appeared at the mouth of the mén, and the people waiting for the mén side surged for a while, and several gray-haired old men surrounded him, asking in a low voice, he just kept shaking his head, and then said something, several old men over there couldn't help but turn their heads to look in the direction of the flower hall, and the middle-aged people took the opportunity to get out, except for a few old men, even if the others were anxious to know the news inside, but no one dared to be presumptuous in front of the middle-aged people, Immediately gave way.

The middle-aged man walked in a hurry, strode out of the crowd, and rushed in the direction of the flower hall.

Seeing him coming in a hurry, several people in the hall changed one after another, Zhemuhe was even more excited, stood up, and Zhao Shi and the three of them also got up and looked over there.

"My father has woken up, please come over." The middle-aged man didn't take a breath, and when he entered the flower hall, he said hurriedly.

The rest of the people all collapsed, and their hearts were relieved.

Zhao Shi nodded slightly, he had also seen the middle-aged man in front of him, he didn't know what it was, but he knew that this person was the youngest son of Orimu Qing, who was an official in the military department, and the official didn't seem to be big, so that's it.

Zhao Shi didn't say much, and followed him out of the hall, through the crowd, and into the courtyard.

The courtyard is not small, but the courtyard is already crowded with people, this is the descendants of Zhemuqing, a hurried glance, afraid that there are not dozens of people, but it is much quieter than the outside, seeing Zhao Shi coming in with the middle-aged people, they all stared, but no one spoke.

didn't stay in the courtyard, went straight inside, it was still a courtyard, but there were many fewer people, only a few in their thirties, and the eldest was only about forty or so The children of the Zhe family were waiting here, and when they saw Zhao Shi coming in, they all bowed their hands to courtesy, but they didn't say much.

Without further ado, when I entered the main room, I immediately came up and said a few polite words, and a few flashes of luxurious NV people cried quietly next to them, and one of the three imperial doctors came out and whispered, "Lord Zhonglang, after you go in, just listen, general...... Time is running out, so it's good to have some of it. ”

"The general's condition ......," Zhao Shi asked tentatively.

He sighed, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "The old decay and other incompetence, the general has an old trouble, and it is already ...... There is no way to return to the sky, and now I only rely on the old ginseng to hang, this time I wake up, and the jīng god is good...... But I'm afraid ......"

Zhao Shi bowed slightly, just looking at the situation inside and outside the courtyard, it is estimated that it will be in the past few days, otherwise it will not be like this inside and outside the house.

Without much hesitation, in the midst of the gaze of several people, a curtain had already entered the bedroom.

In the bedroom, there are still spices, mixed with a strong yào smell, the taste is enough to bear, Xu was instructed, there is no one else, only a woman by the bedside, I don't know if it is the wife of Orimuqing or the concubine.

And the general of Zhenbei, who commanded thousands of troops and horses, and guarded the border fortress of Daqin for more than 30 years, Zhimu Qing was quietly half leaning on the head of the bed, his weak pale cheeks crawling all over the scabies, and although the original very wide skeleton was covered in the bedding, it could also be seen that he was very thin.

The hero is in the twilight, the sick bones are fragmented, and only a pair of slightly cloudy eyes still have some breath of not angry but mighty......

Yu joined the army with his father at the age of fourteen...... In his father's year, Zeng Yun, a general died in a hundred battles, and returned from the battlefield for ten years...... The eldest husband served the country in the army, not seeking to be famous in the world, but begging for the horse leather shroud to be ...... The words are ominous, but there are signs...... In that year, the western thief committed the border, the jīng soldiers were strong, our army was poor, my father led the crowd to move forward, beheaded the western thief's noble relatives, raised his head and returned, and then retreated from the western thief, and then ...... My father was covered with dozens of sores, and when he was victorious, he died of blood......"

"I lost my loving father, recalling the ancestors of the folded family, and most of them were folded in the northwest battle array, and I was full of resentment...... Swear to fight to the end with the Western Thieves...... In the eleventh year of Chengming, the army marched west...... Yu was seventeen years old and went west with the army...... An army of 300,000 is as hot blooded as I am ...... Yu Li please be the arrow of the army, but his age is not accurate, and he is full ......of unwillingness."

"In the twelfth year of Chengming, the army was cut off from food and grass...... The thieves are coming from all over the wilderness...... Finally, it was out of control, and the dog thieves rebelled in front of the Jing army, and joined the western thieves, and hundreds of thousands of troops collapsed in one fell apart, and the corpses were all over the field, and they did not return to one......"

"The remnants of the remnants returned in a bloody battle...... General Cheng died in battle, and General Cheng died in battle...... Two generals, four adjutant generals, four uncles, fifth uncles, and second and sixth brothers...... I didn't come back, General Han Sui Han was the first fierce general of my expedition to the west, but when he came back, he also broke an arm, and he only had one breath left......"

"That battle was miserable...... Yanzhou's soldiers and horses were burned to the ground, and it almost became an empty city...... The generals panicked, the remnants of the army were defeated, each holding his own opinion, arguing endlessly......"

"The remnants are back...... Resentful, he took advantage of the prestige of the Fold family to kill more than a dozen generals who abandoned the city and fled, including five children of the Fold family who escaped by luck...... Later, there were many criticisms of the old man for being cold-blooded and ruthless, but at that time, where could he tolerate a little soft-heartedness...... I...... Never regretted ......"

"When people from all walks of life come back, some of them still want to take away my military power...... Yu was ruthless and killed more than 100 people, which calmed the morale of the army...... But in the end, there were only a few thousand soldiers...... The western thief took advantage of the victory, and he was arrogant, but he finally suffered enough under the city of Yanzhou......"

"Besieged the city for half a year...... Yu only led the crowd to defend and did not retreat...... The battle...... Inside and outside the city of Yanzhou, almost red soil, corpses are everywhere, crows are all over the sky, you ...... Have you ever seen such a hellish scene? Yu saw it, and he was the most vicious and ruthless one in hell...... Haha, the killing is so happy, Lao Tzu didn't want to live at all, naturally he is more fierce than others, don't be ruthless...... But after all, he survived, and then the western thieves saw Lao Tzu's battle flag again, and they were all frightened, and they were all afraid before fighting......"

"It's a pity that after that battle, the Western Xia people didn't dare to come in a big way, and I ...... But I don't have the strength to go west......"

"It's been all these years...... The corpses of many of his comrades were still lying on the way to the west, but Yu could only watch, unwilling......"

"The rest of my life has been fighting, but there is only that battle, which makes people proud and proud, but also resentful...... Unwilling...... It's really unwilling......"

"If someday...... At the head of the city, on the ...... Worship ...... Heroic ...... The rest of the ...... The wish of a lifetime......"

After that, the words were intermittent, and he didn't know what to do, and the old man's eyes slowly closed and never opened again......

Out of the bedroom room, Zhao Shi's heart finally fluctuated, he couldn't help himself, it was a lifelong knot, and he just wanted to find someone to talk to when he was dying, there was no great benefit, and there was no deathbed appointment......

There was a cry in the room behind him, and the people outside immediately rushed in, and then the cry was loud, Zhao Shi pursed his lips and stood for a long time, and then respectfully looked in the direction of Fang Mén, and hugged his fists.

This worship, worship is not only the old man in the room who has passed away, a brave life, but also the feeling of sympathy, those words were not said to others, let alone to the nephew and brother, but he called him, obviously, in the old man's mind, the weight of his posterior boy is not as light as he thought.

After a salute, Zhao Shi didn't stay any longer, and went out of the mansion by himself......

In the autumn of the fourth year of Jingxing, the general of Zhenbei passed away, adding a lingering sadness to the thriving autumn of Daqin......

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