As soon as the words "return to Beijing" came out, Xu Jing's chaotic and numb mind suddenly became extremely clear.

The death of his cousin was caused by Murong Yan. Behind this, there must be Murong Shen's secret conspiracy and calculation. He was assassinated in the barracks, and perhaps, there was a rebellion in the palace at this time......

Once this thought jumps into my heart, it is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and I can't shake it off.

Thinking of the scene where Murong Shen broke into the palace with the rebellious army and wantonly killed, Xu Jing's heart was cold, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He was going to go back at once.

"Back to Beijing!" Xu Jing quickly got up and stayed, and his voice was unusually tense: "Xu Shiyi, pass on my order to order the wounded soldiers to stay in the barracks to recuperate. All those who can ride horses with kinetic energy should pack up immediately. I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

It was already dark, and it was only a few hours before the next morning. That way, no one will want to sleep tonight.

Xu Shiyi looked up at the master with red eyes, did not stop him, and answered yes. He turned his head and called a few heralds to come over and ordered them to go down one by one.

Xu Jing strode out of the military tent.

At this time, the sky was already dark, a few sparse stars in the sky, and a thin crescent moon hung in the night.

Xu Jing looked at the crescent moon, his lips moved, and he whispered, "Sister Crescent Moon, you must hold on, wait for me to come back."

The crescent moon hangs silently.

The news of the prince's funeral has spread throughout the barracks. Several huge white flags were hung in the barracks. Drifting in the night breeze.

With so many soldiers, it is impossible for everyone to have white clothes. The white cloth was torn into strips and tied to the foreheads of the soldiers.

Xu Jing turned around and went back to the military tent and changed into white clothes. Before he could leave the military tent again, the generals in the army came one by one.

Liao Xima was helped over by his own soldiers, and the Zhongyong Marquis, who could not stay yet, was carried over lying on the wooden board. There was also Shen Sheren, who had just returned to the barracks, dressed in white, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

The young generals all looked sad.

As soon as the prince died, half of the Dajin heavens were over. For them, the great tree that was sheltered overhead had fallen.

"Shizi," Liao Xima endured the pain like a knife cut, and spat out a few words in a low voice, "Will you leave early tomorrow morning?"

Xu Jing nodded with red eyes: "Yes, we must return to Beijing as soon as possible." I have a bad premonition, I'm afraid that Murong and his son will cause chaos in the capital."

Liao Xima was shocked: "How dare they make trouble!"

Shen Sheren, who had been bowing his head and wiping away his tears, choked up and took over the conversation: "Why don't you dare? Murong Yan's *** killed His Royal Highness, and the emperor and queen mother would never bypass Murong Yao and Murong Shen. If they don't rebel, they will die. If I were replaced, I would have to risk my life again."

Gao Wang, Xu San and the others all looked solemn.

The Marquis of Zhongyong, who was lying on the wooden plank, snorted coldly when he heard the name of Murong father and son, and his eyes flashed with bitter hatred: "The Murong clan has been in charge of the guards for generations, secretly raising the dead, and the power is huge. If their father and son rise up suddenly, the palace will be in danger."

Gao Wang's face was ugly: "Dingguo Gong's father and son must be in the palace."

"They are in the palace, and the elite soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion are not there." The Marquis of Zhongyong was anxious and glared angrily: "The prince is right, the army must leave for Beijing immediately."

Even if the capital falls into the hands of Murong father and son, as long as the army returns to Beijing, it can quickly wipe out the rebels.

It's just that this process must be bloody, and I don't know how many people will die.

Xu Jing didn't dare to think deeply at all, and forced himself to calm down: "Tomorrow the fifth watch will be ordered and the day will be set off. All the wounded soldiers remained."

Then he looked at the Marquis of Zhongyong: "The Hou Ye's injuries have not healed, and he can't run around. I asked Master Hou to stay in the barracks and take care of the wounded soldiers while recuperating from his injuries."

The Marquis of Zhongyong did not hesitate to answer: "The last general takes the order."

As for Gao Wang, it is natural to lead the soldiers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion to return to Beijing together.

Xu Jing looked at Liao Xima and Shen Sheren again: "Qinghe County has just pacified the bandits here, and it is necessary to pacify the people. You two have to keep one."

Liao Xima wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and said in a low voice, "The minister is more familiar with the barracks, so let the minister stay in the barracks!"

This is not the time to be polite. The person Xu Jing likes in his heart is also the calm and dignified Liao Xima.

The business was over, and everyone had no intention of gossiping, and soon dispersed.

Liao Xima and Shen Sheren stayed. Both of them were subordinate officials of the East Palace, and they were also the people sent to Xu Jing by the prince during his lifetime.

At this time, the two knelt down in unison and expressed their attitude to Xu Jing: "Your Highness has died, and the minister's heart is sad. However, there is still a lot to be done at the moment, and we cannot indulge in grief. Please cheer up!"

"The kingdom shall not be without a prince for a day. The prince is the candidate for the prince set by His Royal Highness, and after the prince returns to Beijing, he will put the overall situation first, give up his personal face and reputation, and determine the position of the prince as soon as possible."

As soon as these words came out, the two of them had completely stood in Xu Jing's camp.

Xu Jing had mixed feelings in his heart, stretched out his hand to help Liao Xima Shen Sheren, and the three of them looked at each other: "I know the severity. Don't worry, I won't disappoint my cousin, and I won't disappoint everyone in the East Palace."

Liao Xima and Shen She's eyes flashed with water.

Shen Sheren went to Liao Xima's military tent, and the two sat opposite each other for an hour and cried bitterly twice. It wasn't until the fourth watch that the mood calmed down a little.

"God is unfair, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince died young." Liao Xima said in a hoarse voice: "We are His Royal Highness's people, His Royal Highness has chosen the prince of Beihai, and we uphold His Highness's will and must put the prince on the throne!"

Shen Sheren cheered up, and his voice was also hoarse: "That's right. You stay in Qinghe County, and I will return to Beijing with my son. I will give up this life to help the son succeed to the throne."

The word succession is vague, and at this moment, it has a special meaning.

Liao Xima glanced at Shen Sheren deeply, and reminded in a low voice, "Don't be too impatient, too much."

Shen Sheren nodded: "Don't worry, I know the severity and I won't rush in."

That night, no one slept in the barracks.

All the soldiers who could still ride horses had to set off after dawn. They did not complain and complain, silently packed up their clothes, packed up their military tents, fed beans and water for the war horses.

Xu Jing lay on the bed and stayed awake all night. As soon as he closed his eyes, the prince's face would shake in front of his eyes.

On the fifth watch, Xu Jing personally beat the snare drum.

After the three-way snare drum, all the soldiers appeared in the school martial arts field. At this time, there was no time to count the number of people in detail, after so many battles in Qinghe County, it was inevitable that there would be casualties, and there were two or three thousand wounded soldiers, and at a cursory glance, there were about twenty-three or four thousand people.

Xu Jing was dressed in white and tied a white scarf on his forehead like the soldiers.

He mounted his horse and was the first to leave the barracks. More than 20,000 soldiers behind him rode out of the barracks one by one. One man and two horses, fifty thousand horses set out together, and the earth trembled.

Return to Beijing!