Three days later, the Rong army suddenly withdrew north.

In just one night, more than 200,000 Beirong iron horsemen who had been entrenched outside Jinmen Pass for more than a month suddenly walked away.

The good news entered Beijing, and the whole country rejoiced.

The people rushed to tell each other, vying to pass on this happy good news.

For a time, in the streets and alleys of Jingyang City, firecrackers burst out, and laughter was everywhere.

This joyful atmosphere naturally spread to the palace.

After celebrating with colorful lights, Queen Su Xiangzhu led the palace people and began to make all kinds of pastries, sew new clothes and shoes, and various sachet ornaments.

And these things, together with the various rewards awarded by the imperial court, will be brought to the north by the envoys appointed by His Majesty the Emperor to comfort the front-line soldiers who have just won the battle and made great contributions to the country.

However, contrary to the lively scene in the harem, the Xuande Hall is still as quiet as before, or even a little too quiet.

Emperor Yu Leng Yiqing sat alone in front of the dragon case, silently unfolding the thick list of fallen soldiers in front of him, and then began to read and look at it carefully one name after another.

Although he did not know any of them, His Majesty the Emperor of Dayu deeply understood that it was these strangers he did not know who sacrificed their most precious lives for the sake of the Dayu country and the people of Dayu.

When he carefully read the names of all the fallen soldiers with a kind of sincere respect, Leng Yiqing finally turned his gaze to the last page of this list.

Written on it are the names of all the civilians who died in the battle. And these so-called civilians are almost all members of the Loyal Alliance.

For these people, Leng Yiqing still didn't know any of them, but he had greater respect and read their names aloud one by one.

Because he felt as if in this way, he could be considered to have really known them.

The guards who were guarding outside the Hall of Xuande heard the names read out by His Majesty the Emperor in an impassioned voice, and they all repeated those names in their mouths.

Their voices gradually became high-pitched from the initial muffled voice, echoing endlessly in the Hall of Electoral Virtue, and then far away from the hall.

The palace people who heard these recitations also seemed to understand the meaning of this, and they all recited aloud together.

For a time, the names of those warriors who were not known and sacrificed their lives for the country resounded throughout the entire Dayu Palace.

However, just when more and more people joined in the recitation, and people's emotions became more and more excited, Emperor Yu's cold voice stopped abruptly!

Because at this moment, he was reading the last name on this list—Ice.

Staring at the only familiar name for a long time, his throat suddenly became dry and tight, and he could no longer make any sound.

He slowly closed the book, then stood up and walked out of the Hall of Election.

Standing on the high jade steps outside the temple gate, looking at the railing, I saw the blood-red sunset on the horizon, which was falling rapidly towards the ground at a speed that was difficult to capture, as if there was no longer a trace of nostalgia for this world.

At this moment, a chilly evening breeze blew, causing Leng Yiqing, who was immersed in some inexplicable thoughts, to shiver violently.

With a gloomy face, he took one last look at the fading afterglow, then turned around and descended the jade steps, silently walking in the direction of the palace gate in front of him.

Those Ouchi guards did not receive the order, so they could only follow behind His Majesty the Emperor from a distance, and actually followed him all the way out of the palace gate.

At this time, it was already dark, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, and no one would notice that their Emperor Majesty was walking alone on the streets of this Jingyang City.

walked silently for nearly an hour, and it was not until the beginning of tomorrow that Leng Yiqing finally stopped in front of the former Prime Minister's Mansion.

When the gatekeeper saw that His Majesty the Emperor was coming, they hurriedly welcomed him in.

Leng Yiqing just waved his hand slightly, signaling that they didn't have to follow.

Then, he walked slowly in the direction of the Hui Garden next to him, alone again.

In a trance, people actually gave birth to an illusion, as if he had returned to that night a year ago-

Because he was worried about his eldest son Han Bing, who had not returned for a long time, he, the left minister, took advantage of the moonlight and quietly came to Huiyuan.

Only this time, the painful wheezing of the extremely suppressed could no longer be heard from the room, nor was there the anxious call of the lady.

Leng Yiqing stretched out his hand and pushed open the hidden door and walked in.

The bedding on the bed was still as neat as new, as if no one had ever slept at all.

Almost without thinking, His Majesty the Emperor lay down on the bed that no one had slept on for a long time.

Looking through the window covered with thin oiled paper, looking at the hazy moonlight outside the window, his mind had flown back to those not-so-distant past—

When I first saw Han Bing, the handsome young man dressed as the Seven Fairies wiped the oil paint off his face with a stubborn face in front of him......

After returning from singing "Queqiao Club" in the Zheng Family Theater, he originally planned to really clarify the father-son relationship between them with Han Bing, but the young man said with a smile that he wanted to draw a line with him from now on......

In the drizzly lake pavilion, holding the cup of poisonous wine mixed with the poison of the sky, the cold ice lowered his starry eyes slightly, begging him to forgive him for the mistakes he had committed in the past, and then the young man drank the whole cup of poisonous wine......

On the day of the siege of the rebels of King Ji, Han Bing drove the carriage and said with a clear smile that his driving skills were really poor. Then the boy led him out of the snare laid by the enemy......

The rebellion was put down, and Han Bing went to pick him up in Cuiwei Mountain. Standing under the moon, the young man greeted him with a smile in a clear voice like a spring, "Father, this has been fine?......

With the parting on the horizon, he asked if he could see Han Bing again. The young man hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing that he would come to see his father one last time before leaving completely......

As for the last meeting with Han Bing, he still clearly remembers the scene of the pale-faced young man, wearing a black coat, kneeling on one knee and bowing his hand to him.

Perhaps at that time, he already had a faint feeling in his heart that this was the last goodbye between them. But he just stared blankly at the young man who had already decided to die, and finally went away......

Later, although he knew that Han Bing was seriously injured and fell into a coma due to arrow torture, he did not visit the young man once for various reasons and scruples......

Until that day, he was busy with deliberations in the Xuande Palace, and heard that the injured Han Bing had come to the palace. But when he was finally able to get out, he only saw the thin white figure of the young man from a distance, disappearing outside the heavy palace gate......

Scenes of the past poured into Leng Yiqing's heart like a tide, making him feel an indescribably complex taste.

Lying on the bed where Han Bing once slept, he couldn't sleep for many days, so he fell into a deep sleep......