In front of the wooden coffin of "Qiling", a soldier wrapped his head in white silk, raised his right hand, and shouted loudly.
Eight strong men, lifting the wooden coffin.
"Send, princess back to the palace" Thousands of Xinling people wrapped their heads in white silk and wore mourning clothes and spontaneously came to see off the princess.
The public was outraged "brute, how could such a thing happen to a princess," a woman cried, tears in her eyes.
"Injustice, why did this happen to the princess, she is the next queen, how could this kind of disaster fall on Zhuo Sang" An old man regretted and burst into tears.
Countless people wept, all tears because of the deceased.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Rui suddenly found that he seemed to underestimate Manli's influence and the cohesion of this small country.
In this kind of place where a big war has just taken place, these people can also spontaneously come to see off the princess, this huge number is obviously a bit unexpected by Yang Rui.
Compared with country Z, Zhuo Sang may not be worth mentioning, but if the whole of Zhuo Sang has such cohesion, then this small country has enough power to threaten any country that is more powerful.
Thousands of people opened the way, it was a shocking scene, and along the way, people were still converging.
Xinyang City, for the first time after the war, had more people than ever before.
Outside Xinyang City, countless vehicles spontaneously came after the war to welcome the princess back to the palace.
Long queues, two columns side by side, and this time, no need to walk the path.
She can go home from the road in the bright light.
No need to climb mountains, no need to cross mountains.
For the first time, Xinling, a slightly remote place, welcomed so many people.
"Didn't the princess study in country Z, why, she would die in Xinling, is she the group of brutes in Longcheng" One person shouted angrily, angry.
"Although Zhuo Sang is young, it is not the turn of Longcheng to bully the country, why don't you fight back" This is a group of veterans, who drove thousands of miles away, but they came one step late after all.
"The call of the motherland, even if we are three points into the ground, we should dig out of the soil, respond to the call, but we did not wait for the call of the motherland, but ushered in the bad news of the princess" A person is sad and angry, these people have fought on the front line of the motherland, and charged to defend Zhuo Sang "Is there no one to deceive me, Zhuo Sang, why didn't the king send an army to conquer my generation, and he should take the lead for the injury of the country" "Brothers, send the princess back to the capital, we have to ask to understand, what happened so far, no one came to help is the wound of the country, but also the suffering of the people, if even the people can not be protected, what face do we have to see the revolutionary ancestors" one shouted, the crowd was excited "Sending the princess back to the palace" "Sending the princess back to the palace" "Sending the princess back to the palace" A sound, a group of sounds, one by one, one sentence, a sonorous sound, around the city, everyone in front of the road.
On the hill behind Xinyang City, Yang Rui had gradually embarked on the way back, looking at the convoy that was gradually moving away in the distance, and there was a strange color flashing in his eyes.
"You, you really plan to let them go," the voice of the Tiger Talisman Spirit sounded in his mind.
"I have done enough, there are some things that she should face by herself, Wang, she is not so easy to be, without some experience, it is difficult for her to become the monarch of a country" Yang Rui said.
"But what do you think are the chances of success in your plan?"
asked the Tiger Fu Spirit again.
Yang Rui frowned, then shook his head, "I just showed them a way, I don't know if it will succeed."
"He didn't know much about Na'an Linghou and Huchi, and he didn't know anything about the palace.
So he didn't have any basis to judge the probability of success.
"So, if it succeeds, your plan should be the first work, but once it fails" "Once it fails, then perhaps, it is Zhuo Sang's fate to have this catastrophe" Before the spirit of the tiger talisman finished speaking, Yang Rui was the first to speak.
He knew what the Spirit of the Tiger Fu would say next, and he was afraid that he couldn't help but relent, and he would turn around again.
However, Jindu has always been the place in his heart that he can't let go of, and he can't waste too much time here, and to this point, he has done his best The Spirit of the Tiger Fu also understood Yang Rui's insistence, since Yang Rui was so persistent, it was not good for him to continue.
With a breeze on his sleeves, Yang Rui finally didn't look back and embarked on the way back.
"Brother Yang, Brother Yang" At the foot of the hill, a loud voice sounded, and Yang Rui turned around, it was those scattered cultivators.
"How many, something," Yang Rui asked.
"Hey, it's nothing, I know that you are going back to China and came here to send you a horse," the man said, "This is a good horse, there are many mountains here in Xinling, and the vehicles are not very convenient, so there are very few, not as good as the city, you go back all the way, there are no vehicles along the way, it is better to use it to travel." ” Beside the man, there were four other people, a group of five, and there seemed to be only three horses in total.
"You give me the horses, then what are you going to do" Yang Rui nodded at the five of them.
"Hey, don't worry about us, let's go back to the city in a while, take someone else's car to the royal capital, the country is in trouble, even if it is a casual cultivation, we should do our part."
"Thank you for your help to Xinling, I bow to you here on behalf of the people of Xinling" Between the words, all five of them bowed to Yang Rui.
"Everyone, why do you have to do this" Yang Rui frowned, but there was a trace of inexplicable anger in his voice, "One person has thanked you, it's not enough, one or two have to thank you again" The man was stunned, and was a little dazed by Yang Rui's inexplicable temper.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're being a little hypocritical."
The man touched his head, hehe, he smiled, that smile was not mixed with any other emotions, just a simple feeling of apology.
However, it was this smile that made Yang Rui clench his fists slightly.
"Thank you" He indifferently took the white horse, turned over on the horse, and drove away in the dust.
"Brother Yang, what is this, what's wrong" The man was a little puzzled, and looked back at the four people behind him with a little embarrassment, and the four of them were also confused.
"Brother, be careful all the way," the man turned his head and shouted at Yang Rui, who was walking away.
"The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn.
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Gently untie Luo's shirt and go on the Lanzhou alone. ” "Whoever sends the brocade book in the clouds, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the West Building."
"The flowers float and the water flows.
One kind of lovesickness, two kinds of leisure. ” "There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart."
"Mother, you often read this poem, what does it mean?"
the boy looked at his mother curiously.
Regarding the child's question, the woman smiled gently, the sadness on her face dissipated a lot, stroked his little head, and said lightly: "This poem is a poem written by Li Qingzhao, a talented woman in the Song Dynasty, after parting with her husband Zhao Mingcheng.
"The lotus has been left, the incense has disappeared, and the bamboo mat that is as cold and smooth as jade reveals a deep cool autumn."
"Gently take off the tulle skirt and pan a leaf of Lanzhou alone.
Looking up at the sky, who will send the brocade book to the white clouds?"
The boy listened carefully to the woman's words, constantly thinking about something, and suddenly asked curiously: "Mom, do you miss Dad?"
The woman was stunned, obviously startled by the child's sudden question.
She stroked the boy's head, and on her slightly haggard face, she barely managed to squeeze out a smile.
"Daddy, what kind of person is he," the boy asked again, and it was a time for curiosity for children of this age.
In the woman's mind, she remembered the figure, the shoulder that was not strong, but more reassuring than anything else.
"Dad, in Mom's heart, is an alternative hero, he looks like a child, but in fact he is very careful and calm."
"He sometimes looks like a ruffian, but at heart, he is kinder than anyone else."
"He is responsible, smart, brave and fearless, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and is a good example to learn from the past."
She read softly, read and read, raised her head, and looked at the distant sky, stunned.
Perhaps, she hadn't blinked for too long, and there was a trace of sourness in her eyes "In the past, I must be a hero like my father, protect my mother, protect Brother An'an, protect my uncle, and protect everyone I want to protect."
The boy "swears," said firmly.
At his age, it seems to be a little immature language, but how innocent it is.
This is the original intention.
Everyone, when they were young, had a heart of heart, and when they grew up, perhaps because of some factors that could not be changed, that heart was shaken.
But the original intention will never change.
"Phew" "Good horse, let's turn around" Light sound, white horse dust: selfishly living for so long, should also be responsible.
"At least, I can't let them die because of my plan."
"Only this once, Yang Rui, only this once, did you hear it" He roared secretly in his heart, "Don't take it as an example" The white horse is singing, like a song and a complaint Riding in the dust, hunting in black From the dust wind, back to the dust wind Xie blank life and boring angel monthly pass, this is a little late for the two, forgive me: