Chapter Seventy-Three: Yu Diploma Hangs Sacrifice to Hong Hui, Mai Five Hundred Go to the Capital

On the way back, Yuwen Junxun took the lead, galloping on horseback, and fifteen Mai sergeants lined up on both sides, following closely behind. Although there are only sixteen riders, there is an indescribable majestic momentum, which is daunting!

The Mai leader is on the left side of Yuwen Junxun, he has been following Yuwen Junxun for the longest time, and he knows Yuwen Junxun very well, and at this moment he can clearly feel that Yuwen Junxun is filled with an inexplicable aura. Although he didn't know what happened in the room before, the Mai leader was very sure that the changes in Yuwen Junxun must be related to this. However, if the Lord does not speak, he will naturally not ask too much as a subordinate.

The gate was opened when it came, and it was never closed, and the group went out of the city at night.

Five miles outside the city is a dense forest, there are still nearly 100 Mai troops left here, Yuwen Junxun arrived, nearly 100 Mai all got on the horse, the two groups of people will be in one place, with torches, galloping away.

Qingyi City is not far from Tongyao City, where Yuwen Junxun is located, but the night road is slow, and it was already late at night when they left Qingyi City, and when they arrived under the gate of Tongyao City, the sky was already slightly cool.

Mai returned to the city, the guards at the gate did not dare to slack off, and quickly opened the city gate, more than 100 people straddled into the city, and the sound of horses' hooves disturbed many people's sleep all the way.

Entering the city, most of Mai turned around and returned to the camp, and only the fifteen guards who had been following Yuwen Junxun before followed him back to the mansion.

Although Yuwen Junxun and other six people are called the chief, the leader is not the official position of the Southern Qi court, and the official positions of the six Yuwen Junxun are actually the governors of the capital, so the residence of Yuwen Junxun is the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion of Tongyao Province.

Far away, you can see the front guards of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion.

As soon as Yuwen Junxun and the others appeared, the soldiers guarding the door had already greeted each other with their fists, and then the door of the house was opened.

The group dismounted one after another, Yuwen Junxun casually threw the reins to the guards on the side, lifted the cloak and walked into the house, followed by the Mai leader. The rest of the people led the horses to the backyard.

The sky was already bright, and the servants and maids in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion had already begun to sweep the courtyard, waiting for the flowers and plants, and saw Yuwen Junxun kneeling down to greet him.

Yuwen Junxun walked all the way and ignored it. The Mai leader behind him was more and more sure of his previous guess. Although Yuwen Junxun has a noble status and a respected status, he treats the people around him, whether they are soldiers in the army or subordinates in the house, he is very tolerant and generous. Being in such a hurry at the moment can only show that something big is really happening.

Through the hall, followed Yuwen Junxun to the door of the study, Yuwen Junxun pushed the door in, and the Mai leader stopped. Yuwen Junxun's study is a forbidden place in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, and without his permission, no one is allowed to step in, and those who violate the order will be beheaded, even the Mai chieftain.

Yuwen Junxun closed the door as soon as he entered the room. He walked a few steps to the desk, took out a letter from the drawer, and then took out the secret letter that the fire had given him from his sleeve, and the two letters were spread out and laid out side by side on the table.

One left and one right, on the two letters, two bright red seals complement each other, carefully compare, the score is not bad, and then look at the content of the letter, read it throughout, at a glance, the meaning of the sentence is read, it is a good word.

However, the handwriting on the two letters was completely different!

Yuwen Junxun's body shook, and he slowly sat on the chair behind him, he looked at the two letters on the table in a daze, with a complicated expression. There was a strange light in his eyes, sadness, joy, confusion, and determination.

Guozhu is dead!

The Generalissimo is dead!

Hong Hui is dead!

A hint of a smile gradually appeared on Yuwen Junxun's face, followed by a burst of maniacal laughter, and with his laughter, two lines of clear tears slowly slipped down his face.

In the eyes of the six leaders of the Southern Qi Dynasty, Hong Hui's identity is extremely special. In the eyes of the people of Southern Qi, he is the pillar of the Optimus of Southern Qi, the pillar of the Southern Qi Dynasty, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, and the only remaining god of war on the continent in the world! But for the six leaders, Hong Hui is his father, an elder, and a stumbling block to himself!

The six capitals were promoted by Hong Hui in the troubled times, followed Hong Hui to fight in the south and the north, fought in the east and west, and spent half his life in blood, relying on Hong Hui's appreciation and promotion to get to today's position step by step. It can be said that without Hong Hui, there would be no today's powerful Southern Qi and the six leaders who dominate the party. Hong Hui treats them like sons and nephews, in the hearts of the six leaders, Hong Hui is like a master and a father, they are willing to serve him, driven by him, even if he is old and weak, and he is in his last years, but as long as he is alive for a day, no one will make the slightest rebellion. But at the same time, the six leaders already have their own wings and are self-contained, everyone is a shepherd and a guard, a frontier official, but as long as Hong Hui does not die, with him as a balance, the six people will not be able to go further and become a supreme minister, so Hong Hui is also the last stumbling block in their careers!

Yuwen Junxun's tears were sincere, and Yuwen Junxun's laughter was even more heartfelt.

Hong Hui my father, my father died, sad and weeping.

Hong Hui is my enemy, my enemy is gone, and I am very happy.

The Mai leader was outside the study, listening to Yuwen Junxun in the room suddenly crying sadly, suddenly laughing arrogantly, and he couldn't help but push the door in several times, but when he thought of the general order of the Grand Governor, he endured it again.

After a while, I heard Yuwen Junxun's hoarse voice from the room: "Wang Zheng, take incense, candles, paper money!"

The name of the Mai leader is Wang Zheng. Although he didn't know what the governor wanted to do, he still obeyed the order, and soon came to the door with everything he needed.

"Governor, everything is ready. Wang Zheng bowed and saluted.

Yuwen Junxun's voice came from the room: "Come in and put it behind the door." ”

Wang Zheng responded by pushing the door, putting the brazier incense candle paper money behind the door, and quietly withdrew.

Yuwen Junxun stood up, lit the incense candle, inserted it on the table, and knelt on the ground with a robe and clothes.

His eyes were red, but he was no longer crying.

Yuwen Junxun put the brazier away, took the paper money, and lit it silently.

The brazier was full of fire, and the fragrance on the table was faint.

"Guozhu Xianyou, drive the crane to the west, Jun Xun is far away in Tongyao, can't see him off in person, thousands of miles away, burn incense and light candles, talk about your heart, don't blame Guozhu!" Yuwen Junxun finished speaking in a low voice, kowtowed three heads respectfully, then stood up, looked at the two secret letters on the table, and said to himself: "Although Guozhu left, he didn't worry about us, and before he died, he instigated Cheng Yang and the others to make this treacherous trick and deceive us." However, the national pillar is not a person, Cheng Yang and the others, pedantic and deaf, and incomplete, and now that the plan has been exposed, the national pillar may be disappointed. ”

Yuwen Junxun added a handful of paper money to the brazier, and his eyes gradually became cold: "The national pillar promoted us and others, but instigated the six of us to fight each other, and now it is difficult for the six of us to ride a tiger, and it is difficult to get back together." The national pillar is pitiful, and his heart is punishable!"

The smoke is misty, like a dream.

Yuwen Junxun looked at the light smoke on the table, and suddenly laughed at himself: "Among the six people, Jun Xun is the weakest power, and he can't compare to the other five leaders. ”

The paper money in the brazier was churning and burning, and the flames were getting higher and higher.

Yuwen Junxun's eyes were shining brightly by the firelight: "God preaches the right way, God bestows its handle, if you don't accept it, isn't it against the sky?" Jun Xun has been stumbling for decades in this life, the sky has a great responsibility, falling on me, the building of the Southern Qi will fall, the Li family will be overturned, Jun Xun will inherit the national pillar, and pull it up!

The paper money burned out, the paper ashes flew, and only the fragrance lingered in the room, the candle flame was two lights, and the figure kneeling on the ground silently making a wish.

There is a remote ancient road that has been abandoned for a hundred years on the wasteland of Hengyun Province, and this road is almost untraveled except for the local mountain people, so few people know that it can lead directly from the southwest to Jingshi.

At noon on this day, the birds and birds suddenly flew in the wasteland, and the cattle and sheep scattered, and it was vaguely visible that not far away, a cloud of smoke and dust floated high.

As the smoke and dust billowed from far to near, a Puma team gradually appeared, galloping like flying.

This group of men and horses is about five hundred, the knights on the horse are each dressed in sackcloth, the ghost face is covered, the whole army is silent, the horse is in rank, lightly armed, all the way to the direction of the Beijing Division.

The first person, dressed in white, carrying a sword at his waist, handsome eyebrows, and full of energy, is one of the six leaders of the Southern Qi Dynasty, and the current governor of Tongyao Province, Yuwen Junxun.

Regardless of asking, it can be known that this army of soldiers and horses is the personal guard under Yuwen Junxun, the terrifying 500 Mai Army!

On the day of the return of Tongyao from the Qing Dynasty, Yuwen Junxun locked himself in his study for a whole morning, and in the afternoon, the Mai army was ordered to prepare the whole army and assemble in the evening. And it's all done in secret, almost no one knows about it.

That night, the north gate of Tongyao City was quietly opened, and five hundred Mai soldiers were wrapped in horseshoe cloth and secretly went out of the city.

Under the personal leadership of Yuwen Junxun, the Mai army traveled through the mountains and mountains, risked a hundred miles at night without torches, and appeared outside Cangbing City, which was closest to the Jingshi in Tongyao Province.

Here, Yuwen Junxun requisitioned 1,000 military horses from the camp of Cangbing City, and the Mai Army rode one person and three horses, taking turns to ride, and went straight to the Beijing division non-stop.

Along the way, the Mai army hid its whereabouts, crossed mountains and mountains, crossed rivers and rivers, and only took small roads, sometimes day and night, and it was difficult to stop.

Such a march is a huge test for the horses and soldiers, and ordinary troops may have been exhausted long ago if they do this, but fortunately, it is the iron-blooded male soldiers of the Mai Army, Yuwen Junxun has commanded the army for decades, and it has taken countless efforts to build the Mai Army into such an iron army. However, even if it was the Mai Army, along the way, hundreds of military horses were still damaged, and more than a dozen soldiers were killed and injured when they traveled at night, the dead were buried on the spot, and the wounded returned the same way in disguise.

For nine days, nearly four thousand miles, the Mai army finally came to the Hengyun Wasteland.

Moving forward, over a low mountain, is the official road leading to the gate of the Southern Qi Jingshi!