On this night, the wind was fierce, the lightning and thunder were roaring, and the rain was pouring down.

Xu Jing, who was stunned by Xu Sanyi's palm, fell into a deep sleep.

After several days and nights of driving, even those who were beaten with iron could not stay up. The soldiers were also tired enough, and they threw themselves into the futon and fell asleep.

When Xu Jing opened his eyes, the sky was about to dawn, and the storm had stopped.

After a night's sleep, the chaotic mind became clear and calm, and the fatigue of the body was greatly alleviated.

On the floor next to the bed, there were two snoring.

Xu Jing turned his head and saw Xu San and Xu Shiyi sleeping on the ground with their clothes together. I think I couldn't rest assured last night, so I stayed in his room together.

Xu Jing moved slightly, Xu San woke up immediately, turned over and knelt down on the edge of the bed, and pleaded in a low voice: "The little one who was Tang Tu Shizi last night, please condemn the world!"

"You are now a general in the Tiger Battalion, not a personal soldier." No matter how much anger Xu Jing had, he couldn't say it to Xu San: "Get up!"

Xu San still knelt: "In the small heart, the son of the world will always be the master."

Originally, Xu Jing led his own soldiers first, and Xu San should have stayed and hurried with the army. Xu San insisted on following Xu Jing together.

No matter what difficulties and dangers he encounters, as long as he Xu San has a breath, he will stand in front of the son.

Xu San is not as flamboyant as Xu Shiyi, who will please his master. He knelt so straight and straight, waiting for Xu Jing to punish him.

Xu Jing couldn't cry or laugh, got up and got down, stretched out his hand to pull Xu San up, and said angrily, "Get up! Now that he is getting bolder, he dares to do something to this son. That's it for this time, and next time, I'll take it upon myself to beat you with fifty sticks!"

Xu San got up silently.

Xu Shiyi also got up: "Shizi, the rain has stopped. Let's have breakfast and hurry!"

No matter how anxious you are, you have to eat. Only when you have eaten enough will you have the strength to ride a horse.

Xu Jing nodded.

Half an hour later, a group of personal soldiers once again surrounded Xu Jing and set off.

Xu Jing has always been in the lead before. Now that he is close to the capital, Xu San insists on opening the road in front, Xu Shiyi follows him around, and there are also pro-soldiers behind.

The fast horse galloped all day, and when the towering gate of the capital came into view, Xu Jing's eyes were red.

He left here that day, and his cousin himself came to see him off.

Who would have thought that after that day, heaven and man would be separated forever.

The city gates were closed, and the city guards standing on the towers were all wearing white scarves. The city defender's eyes were like torches, and when he saw a group of more than 100 elite soldiers from a distance, he immediately became vigilant and ordered the city defenders to pick up bows and arrows.

Even the Praetorian guards can rebel, and the emperor died at the hands of the traitors, and the city is full of vegetarians. All the gates were sealed, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

This group did not know where to come, and as long as they trespassed on the city gate, the city gate official would order the archery.

Fortunately, this group of people knew the rules and stopped two miles outside the city gate. Only one man dismounted, walked under the city gate, and shouted, "The prince of Beihai is returning to Beijing, please open the city gate."

As soon as the five words of the prince of Beihai entered his ears, the city gate official was shocked.

The crown prince is dead, and so is the emperor. Now the palace is busy with funerals, and every household in the capital is hanging on the filial piety of the country. However, the hearts of the people were not very flustered.

The Great Jin Dynasty has no crown prince, and there is also the prince of Beihai.

Even the children of the common people know that the prince of Beihai will inherit the throne, sit on the dragon chair, and become the new emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty.

The city guard rushed down like a fly, opened a side door, and personally inspected Xu San's waist card. Then he shouted to all the soldiers to go down to the city tower and welcome the return of the prince of Beihai together.

The soldiers hurried over. They were dressed in armor and could not kneel, so they bowed down together and clasped their fists, and shouted, "Welcome back to the prince of the North Sea."

Xu Jing got off the horse, took the reins, and strode over.

There are several wind lanterns hanging on the city gate, probably because the wind was too strong last night, and the wind lanterns were blown out by a small half, and they have not had time to be replaced. The remaining wind lanterns were shining hard, illuminating Xu Jing's handsome face.

"Get up." Xu Jing

Without stopping, he strode into the city. All the soldiers behind him were learned, and they led their horses into the city gate, and only after entering the city did they get back on their horses.

The horses kicked and galloped forward, heading straight for the palace.

The city guard locked the side door again, wiped his red eyes with the back of his hand, and said to the soldiers on the left and right, "All the big ones put their hearts back. When the Son of the world returns, we will have the backbone of the Lord."

The soldiers swept away the fatigue, panic and panic of the previous few days, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Jing rode his horse all the way forward.

The Son of Heaven was mourned, all the shops were closed, and all the people were serving filial piety at home. The streets were empty, and it didn't hurt for the horses to let go of their hooves and gallop.

Occasionally, a bold citizen quietly opened the door and took a look, and quickly closed it again.

Two hours later, it was dark and full of stars.

Xu Jing finally ran outside the palace gate. The horse under his crotch was so tired that he fell to the ground, and blood slowly oozed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. Xu Jing had no time to feel sorry for the tired horse, strode to the palace gate, and personally shouted to open the palace gate.

The 30,000 Praetorian guards almost died in this turmoil, and everyone who was alive was injured. Now guarding the palace gate are the elite soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion.

There is a precedent of the rebellion of Murong Yao's father and son, and the palace door cannot be opened easily. The military generals guarding the palace gate repeatedly confirmed that it was the prince of Beihai who was outside the palace gate, and asked people to go to the Jinluan Palace to deliver the message.

Half an hour later, the palace gate opened.

Standing in the palace gate was an extremely familiar face, Feng Yuan, the prince of Dingguo.

The prince of Dingguo couldn't hold back his agitation, stepped forward quickly, and greeted him: "Congratulations to welcome the return of the prince. Please also forgive the prince, the turmoil in the palace has just passed, and the people are panicking. The minister was afraid that there would be any more rebels breaking into the palace, and he strictly ordered that he should not open the palace gate without permission. The prince has been waiting here for a long time......

Xu Jing stretched out his hand to help the prince of Dingguo, and said in a low voice, "It's right for you to do this."

The prince of Dingguo felt warm in his heart, and looked up at Xu Jing, who was full of vegetarian clothes: "The prince, please go to the mourning hall with the ministers first."

Xu Jing nodded silently.

White lanterns are hung everywhere in the palace, emitting a white miserable light. There was a lingering bloody breath between the noses, and the corpses should have been carried away, and the blood stains on the palace walls and on the ground could not be disposed of for a while.

From this, we can also get a glimpse of the tragedy of the first battle that day.

In the middle of the night, most of the courtiers who returned to the spirit curled up and fell asleep. There are very few who are awake and stand by the coffin.

A slender figure, kneeling in front of two large coffins.

Xu Jing's nose was full of sourness, and his eyes were hot.

He couldn't even make a sound, so he stepped forward so quickly and knelt down beside her.

The slender figure shuddered, turned his head in disbelief, and looked at Xu Jing.