This gate must be opened, not only to be opened, but also to let in the homeless people from outside the capital.

Zhao Feng stood on the east city wall and looked down, and the city gate was already bustling with people, who had either fled from the south, or the vegetable farmers on the outskirts of Beijing had their houses collapsed by the heavy snow and went to Beijing to survive.

There are those who drag their families with their mouths, those who are not clothed, those who are swaddling in their arms, and those who are dying......

The snow covers the sky and the earth, and there is no dirt, and there is only a small black road that has been stepped out of the sky by countless untouchables and leads directly to the capital.

On this road, the snow turned to mud, and the bones were everywhere, and there were still people walking here on these cold mud and hard corpses.

"Lord Wang, Meng Jun's soldiers and horses are all gathered at the west city gate, if only the east city gate is opened, it will be completely too late for us to close the gate when Meng Jun transfers troops, but have you thought about it, Lord Wang? With so many refugees coming to Beijing, how can we resettle them?"

It was an old man with a white beard who spoke, and beside him, the officials of all sizes in the capital echoed one after another, and the north wind howled on the city wall, and the cheeks of the people who cut them like knives hurt.

Zhao Feng, the king of Yunxiang, who was gathered in the middle by everyone, was wearing a big coat whose fur had long been eaten by insects, peach wood curled hair, and a few strands of broken hair were blown straight to his face.

is obviously the prince of this big house, and he is not dressed as decently as the little official next to him.

"Come in first and then want to resettle, you can still have a chance of life when you come in, if you let them do this, you will die half tomorrow."

The refugees who hugged each other outside the city gate for warmth originally had the strength to call the door, but now they didn't even have the strength to call the door, and from time to time the crowd heard the wails of dead relatives.

"Open the door," Zhao Feng looked at the generals guarding the city, "But the people entering the city must be strictly screened to prevent any female cadres from mixing in!"

The armoured general looked at the other officials, and when they said nothing, he went down and ordered a side door to open.

The people outside the city, who were originally dying, heard the city gate open, and rushed to the city for fear of being left behind, crowded and trampled, impatient, men shouted, women screamed, and children cried one after another.

The city guards had to be strict in their defense, blocking with spears so as not to mess up, or dragging out a few corpses from the crowd that had trampled to death.

"Lord Wang!" A young general climbed the city wall and reported to Zhao Feng: "Lord Liu asks to see the prince."

Zhao Feng was stunned, and then looked at the city.

I saw that the carriage of the Liu family was parked under the city wall, and in such a poor and troubled world, the carriage and horses of the Liu family were still bright and recognizable at a glance.

That's not all, after Zhao Feng entered the carriage, he was really shocked by the extravagance in the carriage.

Copper furnace silver carbon, animal skin against the wall, soft collapse aromatherapy, all incomplete.

Liu Chang was gorgeous and rich in peacock blue, and he was looking at him with a hand warmer stove in his hand, which made Zhao Feng really cramped, feeling like a beggar who rushed to the car, which hurt his self-esteem.

"Lord Wang, please take a seat."

Zhao Feng nodded and sat down on his right hand.

"My clothes are old, but they're still clean, and they won't stain your car."

"I thought that in the eyes of the prince, my carriage and my coffin were as dirty as my people."

"I did think you were dirty before, and your entire Liu family was dirty, but now that I'm older, I also understand that you have no choice but to be in your position, by the way, thank you for the truckloads of good rice you donated to Chengnan Jishan Hall."

Liu Chang smiled faintly, and when he saw him staring at his hand stove, he handed the hand stove over, and the latter was busy taking it.

"Thank you!"

Liu Chang said, "If I say that this is all the rice and noodles I can buy, do you believe it?"

Zhao Feng didn't seem to believe it, so he didn't reply.

"The emperor was trapped in the palace by you, and you were trapped in the capital by Meng Jun, and now everyone in the capital is in danger as if they have been shackled, and the diesel rice noodles are unsustainable, even if Meng Jun has not yet attacked the city, how long does the prince think we can last?"

"What does Lord Liu mean......

Liu Chang said, "There is always a battle."

"You mean, let me

Fight Meng Jun to the death?"

"Why does it have to be Meng Jun?"

Liu Chang's gaze was as calm as water, and he looked at Zhao Feng seriously, as if these words did not come out of his mouth.

Zhao Feng did not hide his shock, because the old scholars in Beijing were all royalists, and the Liu family was the head of the old scholars, he did not expect that the Liu family would produce such an "unfilial son" as Liu Chang to let him fight with the emperor.

"There must be a decisive victory, and if it drags on, it will only be the people who will be sacrificed."

The displaced people from outside the city have already entered the city under the organization of officers and soldiers, and the order is quite orderly.

Those who are willing to go to relatives and friends will find another way out if they have another way out, and those who are really desperate can distribute porridge and soup at least once a day in several Jishan Halls.

"I asked them to change the Liu School into Jishan Hall, and it is not a problem to accommodate three or five hundred homeless people."

Zhao Feng didn't expect him to change the topic so quickly, and it took a while to react, and nodded again and again: "It's good, it's good."

"In the early years, I misjudged you," Liu Chang said, "Mocking you as a gentleman, it is useless, now think about it, if you weren't a gentleman, you wouldn't be alive today."

Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "In the early years, I also misjudged you, I often mocked you for being an old-fashioned and nerdy with Linxiao, but now I look at it, although it is not old-fashioned, it still makes people not like it."

The latter laughed: "Then I'm really sad, I can't be the person the prince likes."

"Hahaha!" Zhao Feng also patted his leg and smiled: "There are not many people I like, even if Lord Liu is not, there is nothing to regret, if so, then it is worth bragging!"

Liu Chang was noncommittal: "Jokes are jokes, but the advice I gave to the prince is from the heart."

"Lord Liu can't help but look down on me too much."

"The military defense in Beijing is in your hands, and the palace guards are not to worry, what you have to consider is that when you ascend the throne, what means do you need to use to make all the soldiers and horses diligent king, that's all."

"That's all?" Zhao Feng smiled helplessly: "I don't need to tell you why the soldiers of King Qin have not arrived for a long time, how can Lord Liu be sure that once I ascend to that position, the soldiers of King Qin will come?"

"The prince is different from Emperor Tongde, otherwise, the prince would not have returned to Beijing after all difficulties and dangers, and presided over the overall situation in Beijing!"

Liu Chang's eyes were staring at him, with deep meaning hidden in his eyes, such a look made Zhao Feng very uncomfortable, as if he had been stripped naked, naked in front of his eyes, and all the secrets were hidden.

In fact, his secret really can't be hidden.

In the past few years, he has attracted many forces, and has maintained contact with the officials of the Beijing Sergeant Clan, waiting for today.

Liu Chang is right, if he sits in that position, he really has a way to let all kinds of soldiers and horses send troops to the king.

It's just that he's still waiting......

"I may not be the right one."

"Who's the right person?" Liu Chang said, "In this world, is there a second person who is more suitable than the identity and bloodline of the prince?"

I don't know if it's a delusion, Zhao Feng felt that he was testing him when he said this.

"History will choose the most suitable one."

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, he was about to get off the carriage, and when he was done, he turned around and shook the hand warmer in his hand: "Send me, Lord Liu, I've been running outside lately, it's quite cold."

"Okay, I'll ask someone to send some clothes and bedding to help the prince."

Zhao Feng smiled, pushed open the door of the carriage, looked at the gray sky overhead, and replied softly, "Thank you."

When he jumped out of the carriage with light steps, the coachman of Liu's mansion drove the car past him quickly, only to sweep the snowy bluestone pavement and leave the marks of two rows of ruts.

"Let's let, let's go!" Zhao Feng shouted to the homeless people who poured into the city like headless flies: "Don't crash into the nobleman's carriage, you can't afford to pay for it!"

In the carriage of the long journey, Liu Chang was angry and funny.

He grew up, and Meng

Tang has grown up, and he is no longer the famous unlearned and unskilled son of the capital five years ago.

He is now about to win the throne.

Back then, the Liu family sent him to the office, and when he first entered the court, he behaved in a proper manner everywhere for fear of making mistakes, but he would still be wrong, and he would be punished if he was wrong.

When he was punished by his father to kneel in the ancestral hall, Meng Tang and Zhao Feng, two half-old hairy boys, rushed into the ancestral hall to grab his official hat and tease him.

In the blink of an eye, the young man who threw his official hat into the lotus pond, which was less than his chest, had faded and was about to become the master of the world.

Back then, who would have thought of today, and today, who would have thought that he would survive back then.

On that day, he lost his official hat, and he had to be fished out of the water.

Later, Meng Tang came to him to show his goodwill, saying that Zhao Feng didn't mean it, he just saw you kneeling in the ancestral hall for a day, thinking that you would have numb legs, so he teased you and let you move, and asked the eldest brother not to blame, I have already punished him, punish him in the school for a month, and he must not be late and leave early!

Thinking back to the past, Liu Chang couldn't cry or laugh, maybe at that time, Zhao Feng began to plan for today.

After dark, the snow began to fall in the capital again.

Because the displaced people who entered Beijing had to verify their identities, they were not able to enter the city until dark, and only entered seven, seven, eight, eight.

In order to prevent Meng Jun's soldiers and horses from sneaking up at night, he had to close the city and lock it down after nightfall, and the rest of the people could only be let in tomorrow.

But after this night's hard work, the number of displaced people who had accumulated at the gate of Dongcheng City increased again, so that Zhao Feng was not worried that the firewood, rice, oil and salt in the capital might be really difficult to support.

The embarrassment in the capital has long known that the hall masters of the Title Moon Sect have already selected people, and they will escort the "prince" back to Beijing as soon as the sect master gives the order.

When Shen Yuning received Ji Xinyuan's letter, Liu Chang's letter was also delivered to Meng Tang.

"Liu Chang has already received the various factions of martial arts in Beijing, and they have entered the Jishan Hall in Beijing as Jiangnan refugees." Meng Tang handed Liu Chang's letter to Shen Yuning, who took it and read it at a glance.

"Well, Xin Yuan also told me, it's freezing this day, and it's really hard for them to disguise themselves as homeless."

After that, seeing that Meng Tang was still staring at her, he was a little confused, "What's wrong?"

The latter didn't say a word, but only rushed at her hand, the letter of Ji Xinyuan.