On September 3, the frost was red.

On the galloping road on the outskirts of Beijing, the horses' hooves clicked, and the copper bells tied to mules and horses shook slightly, and with the undulating bodies emitted a distant hum, like Sanskrit sounds.

On both sides of the long caravan was a column of soldiers like carved iron, straddle the horse and face the wind, with swords and halberds, and the majesty made people fear from the bottom of their hearts, but also respected from the bottom of their hearts.

This is a column of silent, cold, sculpture-like black-armored soldiers, wrapped in the cold and cold of returning from hell.

At the head of the caravan was a carriage with Ding's Yunhe insignia, and a man in a blue shirt with ink and hair stood on the railing.

"Childe, there are still two miles from the city gate, do you need to rest for a while?"

That man is Gu Yanhua's uncle's son-in-law, now twenty-two, the same age as Yan Junyu, but he looks small, people see only eighteen or nineteen, and he doesn't know the taste of sorrow, but if he knows his vigorous and resolute methods in the mall, he will no longer regard this gentle and often laughing son as what is, simple, and unsightly character.

"No, you can't delay entering the city at noon."

Even if it is only two miles to Beijing now, the caravan still has the soldiers ordered by the prince Yan Jun to protect the side, but the merchant can not let go, and so far the Ding family caravan has been traveling continuously for more than a month.

The little guy who asked him bowed, knowing that his son-in-law was such a character, and stepped back, signaling the people below to cheer up, and went straight to Beijing.

In the capital, the city gate is wide open, and above the high tower is Yan Junyu, who is like a robe, and behind him stands Cheng Qi and a group of civil and military generals, and even Gu Xiang, who has a flowing beard and a scarlet robe.

It doesn't have to be so exciting to greet a caravan, even if the caravan belongs to the family of Jia Ding, the first merchant of Dayan, even if the caravan is carrying emergency rations from Kyoto.

The arrogance of the officials and their dignity to welcome the merchants was tantamount to humiliation for these people, but they had to come, even if they were unwilling.

The caravan of the Ding family is extremely eye-catching, the chariots and horses are decorated with lotus blue, winding like a slowly climbing vine, and the black-armored soldiers riding jujube red war horses are on the left and right.

When looking at this column of black-armored soldiers, the faces of everyone on the city tower changed, and they looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with awe-inspiring eyebrows, including Gu Xiang, who was leisurely and calm.

His narrow eyes stared intently at the cold black-armored soldiers in the distance, and the flames that could not be extinguished were reflected in the dark pupils.

Cheng Qi shouted extremely slightly: "Your Highness." "

Yan Junyu has been getting more and more difficult to control himself recently, and he gently raised his hand and waved, signaling that he was okay.

The soldiers who received the order slowly opened the city gate, and at the same time, under the skirt of Gu Yanhua, who was standing in the distance, was an embroidered shoe that was raised and fell.

Her heart was slightly suffocated, because of the excitement of Brother Qiyuan's coming to Beijing, when she saw Yan Junyu's painful eyes, she almost couldn't restrain herself from wanting to walk up to him and ask, what's wrong?

But she couldn't.

The gray sky, the murmuring brass bells, the majestic army, and the silent courtiers all show the unusual at this moment.

The heavens and the earth were shattered, and the sound of the caravan chariots and horses trampling was annihilated by the sound of the black-armored soldiers dismounting and saluting in unison.

As the soldiers dismounted and stood in formation, the courtiers could also see clearly the black-armored soldiers' chests, covered with blood-rusted Ming Di.

"Impossible... Impossible..."

The courtiers who saw Ming Di clearly were confused, and shouted softly in a gaffe: "The Chixiao Army... No way... It can't be..."

"Chixiao has been completely wiped out, this is absolutely impossible!"

Before they could be surprised, their necks were touched by swords, and a thought floated in everyone's hearts.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is crazy!

It's hard to kill them all!

"Chixiao Army Captain Wei Yan has seen His Highness!" The leader of the black armor was a tall black-armored man with a scar on his face, and he knelt on the ground and spoke in a low voice, like a dumb man who had not spoken for a long time.

"I've seen Your Highness!"

After his words, there was the deafening shouts of the black-armored soldiers like a mountain roaring out of a tsunami.

Kneeling under the city, the people of the Ding family were shocked, Ding Qiyuan immediately knelt on the ground with his robes and saluted, the people knelt in the sky, and it was justified, and the servants behind him knelt together and buried their heads on the ground.

Yan Junyu forcibly suppressed the fishy sweetness that surged in his throat, and the words were cold: "Kneel alone!" "

The guards of the East Palace, who held the sword and wore thin armor, had a bright eye, and slowly moved the sword against the courtier.

"Your Highness!"

Gu Xiang was the same, his neck was pressed against the sword, and he couldn't help but sigh lightly, and met Yan Junyu's crimson eyes, and his heart sank.

Yan Jun swallowed the blood foam, the corners of his lips rose, as if he was smiling but not smiling, bent into a chilling arc, and there was an irrepressible tyranny and murder in his red eyes.

Those courtiers felt that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed to kill them all, and they were not wrong.

Yan Junyu really wanted to behead these people at this moment to comfort the souls of the 300,000 Chixiao Army, but he couldn't.

Dayan's bravest warriors did not die on the battlefield, but buried their bones in the self-righteous calculations of these people.

He hated so much, this hatred seeped into the bone marrow, as if a karmic fire tortured him at the same time, but also saved him, Yan Junyu has relied on monstrous hatred to survive these years.

If he could, he even wanted to settle them one by one, this heavy account was not calculated, how could a murder worth 300,000 people with a sword be done by one or two people?

If all of them are liquidated, down to the common people, up to the Ninety-Five Supreme, none of them will be spared.

Those courtiers felt bad when they saw the whistle clearly, but now that they were pressed against the sword, they felt a killing intent like a substance, and they were terrified.

But if they were asked to kneel down to a group of people who should have died a long time ago, they would not want it in their hearts.

I don't believe that if they don't kneel, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will really slaughter all the important gates, you must know that half of the courtiers who came to the city gate to welcome food today, so those courtiers wept and looked at each other, but they were still pressed against the sword by their necks, and they refused to kneel down with their necks.

"Do you want to kneel too?"

Gu Xiang's cloudy eyes stared at this, the grandchild who he had long been unable to control.

Yan Jun closed his eyes impatiently, and opened them again, but Cheng Qi only felt that his highness was even more crazy.

As he thought, the sword at his waist was taken away by His Highness.

Yan Jun's green hand held the sword, the tip of the sword fell to the ground, and he walked to Gu Xiang step by step.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and an inch deeper, and it was not just his beard that was broken, but his skull.

Yan Junyu didn't speak, his crimson eyes stared at him, and he didn't retreat in the slightest.