At the gate of the Pear Blossom Palace, Ling Yan sneered: "Great Zhou Tianzi, do you think I will agree to say this?"
Or do you think I should have agreed, but alas, I am a person of Taizheng after all, and the chief of my prison heaven division said that the king of Zhenshi will always be the prince of Taizheng, and I, Ling Yan, as the son of the king of Zhenshi, do you think I will be attached to a force that was almost destroyed by my father?
” The fire in the pear orchard behind him grew bigger and bigger, and the fire inside could be seen from the outside, if it weren't for the fact that there was no palace around the pear blossom hall, this fire was definitely not limited to one hall.
With the spring breeze, the dry sky fueled the frenzy of the flames, and everyone could feel the hot wind blowing in front of them.
Ling Yan led the people of Taizheng to leave first, and let the besieging Da Zhou soldiers go in to extinguish the flames, and at this time, several martial arts masters who had been dormant outside the hall also appeared, blocking in front of Ling Yan and his party, their mission was to monitor and guard Ling Yan and other people of the Taizheng Mission, Zamu Qizhen waved his hand, and the four or five people were ordered to retreat, and Ling Yan continued to move forward.
Behind him, the entire Pear Blossom Hall began to burn, and this gorgeous palace was about to disappear because of a fire, even if it could be built again, but there were traces of Zhao Muchun and others in it that had been completely wiped out and could not be recovered.
"The scholarly business is angry, scolding Fang Xuan, martial arts, indiscriminately killing, I Ling Yan is angry, it turned out to be a trace of the existence that was burned by fire, Mu Chun, don't you blame me for burning those beautiful pear blossoms."
Ling Yan walked in the front, holding Zhao Muchun's hand and asked gently, at this moment, Zhao Muchun has completely lost the pride of a princess of a country, and there is only a strong sense of happiness, this man can give himself the strongest arm, she immediately shook her head when she heard her loved one ask her, "This flower has lost its innocence, it is just a black fruit in a snow-white coat, and it is burned well." ” Duan Chun followed behind, seeing that the two of them were becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, the son of King Zhenshi did not disgrace his prestige, and it was a match made in heaven for Her Royal Highness the princess to marry this Ling Siming.
At this moment, the ironclad heavy cavalry that had been stationed outside the city outside the city had already received the news in advance outside the imperial city, and the armored posture of going into battle could be felt from them from a distance.
From the palace out of the imperial city, Ling Yan chose the straightest central axis, the palace gate is a total of four miles away, a total of two streets of the Great Zhou Imperial City have to be interspersed, this street has all kinds of Great Zhou people, they saw the Son of Heaven and the newly promoted Three Dukes among the prime ministers and the leaders of the major tribes following behind a young man, the young man was handsome, and the woman he was holding next to him looked like a pair of beautiful people, such a scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the city.
They didn't know the identity of the person who walked in the front, but they guessed that it must be a person with an extremely noble status, otherwise how could the emperor of the Great Zhou follow him personally.
In fact, for the people of the Great Zhou, they are still not used to calling Zamuqi really His Majesty, after all, calling the chief has been shouting for many years, and everyone can't have such a consciousness for a while, but the original Ji Chi and the current people of the Great Zhou know that Zamuqi's status is extremely noble in this northern land, second only to God.
That young man actually let the emperor follow behind him, and the identity will definitely not be bad, and tens of thousands of people quickly gathered on the streets of the central axis to see the excitement, and there are elders or elder brothers in the family who are officials in the Great Zhou Dynasty told the truth, and everyone guessed that it was Ling Yan, who had lost all his conscience, and he was the son of the butcher Ling Yuanshan.
For a while, it set off a storm in the crowd, and the hatred of the butcher can be said to be the heaviest place in the north, and it must be the people of Da Zhou, because the original Ji Chi tribe was the most seriously injured in that war, there is no one in ten, women, children, old and young are basically no chance of surviving, and the slaughter of the city again and again is miserable, there is no right or wrong in the war, and there is no human nature, goodwill is not allowed at this time, even Ling Yuanshan does not dare, even if he is unbearable, but this is war, Kindness to the enemy may be that he and the hundreds of thousands of armor soldiers will be buried in a foreign land.
Both are right, the wrong thing is only on the opposite side, all these years Da Zhou has always regarded Tai Zheng as a flood beast, according to Han Zi's plan, as long as it is a person in Da Zhou, even a child who can just speak, you must know that Dazheng is a demon and a country that wants to destroy its homeland, so when the crowd knows that the young man in front of him is the son of a butcher, and the woman is the princess of Taizheng Kingdom who has lost her conscience, everyone no longer thinks that they are a little good.
Ling Yan clearly saw that there was a child who was only seven or eight years old and threw a kitchen knife in his face out of nowhere, and his face was a piece of anger and hatred that should not exist at this age, Ling Yan naturally would not be injured, because the kitchen knife fell to the ground before it was thrown under his feet, the child did not have enough strength, but the strength of some men with strong blood was enough, and there were many things smashed at them, Ling Yan silently shouted and drew the knife, and the fifty guards flew back all the flying objects, and Ling Yan flicked the stone back into the crowd with a flick of his hand, his strength is naturally much greater than that of these ordinary people, so when the stone falls into the crowd, it is like turning into a boulder, smashing the surrounding people to the ground.
Zhao Muchun grabbed Ling Yan's hand even tighter, her eyes were puzzled, how could this group of people have such great hostility, where did she know that the hatred between the two countries was already in her bones.
When he entered the Great Zhou, he was not harassed because of the late Tuoba people, but now there is no one to stop him.
Zamuqi, who was walking slowly behind, looked at this scene coldly, Jian Yi glanced at Han Zi, and was a little jealous in his heart, this poisoner is indeed worthy of his name, under his planning, the hatred of the people of this Great Zhou land towards Taizheng is really beyond imagination, Jian Yi thought that if the people of those countries under the control of the Sword Tomb had such blood, why would they still be kneaded by Taizheng at will.
Ling Yan walked all the way without saying a word, this was the first time he had suffered this kind of treatment in a foreign country.
The more he walked, the more jealous he felt for the Great Zhou, this newly established country was terrible, if he really let him dominate the northern land, it would be the same as some people said, the world would be miserable, and it might even be even more terrible than the original era of princes and wars.