Summoning the Mythical Eternal Emperor

Chapter 194 Chang'an Road

"Vice General Zhang, Brother Wu Fei, when will we enter Yanmen County?"

"You must remember that clearly, my wife's name is He Muwan, twilight twilight, gentle wan!"

Before the first pass at Yanmen Pass, Xu Nian couldn't help but said to Zhang Xiongjie and Wu Fei while cutting off his beard with a borrowed dagger.

Zhang Xiongjie lined up solemnly and replied:

"Before Master Tianzi comes, we must guard the Yanmen Pass. Brother Xu Nian, don't worry, I won't remember your wife's name wrong."

"Don't worry, it will be the day of your husband and wife reunion soon."

Wu Fei patted Xu Nian on the shoulder, already feeling like a brother.

The small flag officer of Jinyiwei North Town Fusi No. [-] Road, who was a teacher from the Shenji Camp, rubbed his hands, looked at the first snow that fell suddenly and never stopped, and then breathed out and asked:
"Brother Xu Nian, this should be the first snow of the day, right? Is the snow in Hutian outside the Great Wall so heavy? These patches are really like goose feathers."

"It's the first snow this year!"

"However, this year's snow is more than a month earlier than in previous years, and it's surprisingly big. It's just a good thing, and it's an auspicious sign!"

Xu Nian, who was only wearing a ragged hemp shirt, was flushed from the cold, but he didn't shiver at all.

I don't know whether it's the joy of getting rid of the hard life, or the hard work of being a slave in Yanmen Village for several years.

"That's right, it's a sign of auspiciousness. The people of Bingzhou have suffered so much for so many years, and they finally made it through. Today's Emperor Tianwu is here!"

Wu Fei said emotionally.

He looked around at the [-] poor people from Bingzhou who were standing under the walls of the mountains and towers of Yanmen Pass. All of them were dressed in shabby and thin clothes, but in this snowy weather, they straightened their waists and their blood boiled.

At this time.

Zhang Xiongjie suddenly lifted his breath and shouted:

"Look, it's the emperor driving!"

"All brothers, listen to the general's instructions, put down the weapons in your hands, stand up straight for me, and welcome the emperor!"

Hundreds of thousands of poor people from Bingzhou occupied the dangerous mountains and plains on both sides of Yanmen Pass. After hearing the sound, they all dropped their weapons and iron weapons.

"Heaven... Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven of my man!"

"I didn't expect that I really survived, and I really waited for the day when I came home!"

"I... I am still a citizen of the big man, and I can still see the emperor of the big man, woohoo..."

All over the mountains and plains, hundreds of thousands of poor people, in the heavy snow, all had red eyes and cried with excitement.

far away.

The emperor came slowly in the snow.

Dozens of big Han battle flags clustered with golden dragons and embroidered with "Han" characters are blowing in the wind, how exciting.

Today, the emperor wears golden armor, and the emperor is mighty.

Surrounded by nearly a thousand guards on both sides, they are all in the tiger robes of the personal guards of the Chang'an Imperial City, how dignified and mighty they are.

Among them are court clothes that they have never seen before, wearing a crown on top, a scimitar on the waist, and a white and blue brocade robe, embroidered with lifelike flying fish!
This is a picture of grace and luxury that is completely incompatible with Yanmen Beyond the Great Wall.

It is Chang'an's elegance, the style of a great man, which is impossible to exist in the land of barbarians!

On Xiongguan, how many poor people in Bingzhou who have been enslaved here for several years, even decades, shed tears when they saw this exquisite and mighty service that symbolized the demeanor of Chang'an in the country.

That... that's a big man!
He is a big man who they used to be proud of and has no regrets in this life!

The sense of belonging to the country and the sense of glory of the country completely exploded at the sight of Chang'an's elegant emperor Shengwei!

In the driving of the emperor.

Zhao Yuankai's face was solemn, his brows were slightly frowned, and as Yu Jia marched, he saw more and more clearly the [-] enslaved Bingzhou bitter people.

They were skinny and unkempt, and all of them were bearded like savages.

On everyone's forehead, there is a "slave" character that symbolizes shame, and there are shocking hinges and scars on the bare feet exposed in the cold wind.

In this bone-chilling snowy weather, there are hundreds of thousands of poor people, but their clothes are all worn out, and even covering their bodies is a luxury.

that moment.

Not only Zhao Yuankai, but even Qingyou took a deep breath, unable to bear to witness.

The Wei Rongsi and Jin Yiwei on both sides had red eyes and choked up voices.

"One hundred thousand citizens of Han Bingzhou, meet the emperor and salute!"

Standing in the snow, Zhang Xiongjie raised his martial energy into his chest, roaring loudly.

Then, he knelt down on the ground.

On both sides of the Xiongguan Mountains, hundreds of thousands of poor people from Bingzhou bowed together and shouted with tears:

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!"

How many years have they been waiting for this sound?

Zhang Xiongjie's words about the big man and the people of the state made many people burst into tears, sobbing hard!

They are too far away from home and have been slaves for too long. They seem to have become numb and don't know what a country is.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!"

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!!"

They just roared loudly.

Only now do they understand why the sages always say that the Son of Heaven is the Lord of All Peoples, the Heaven of the Great Han!

If the Son of Heaven is powerful, the Han will be strong, and the people will be safe!

Amidst this sound, Zhao Yuankai was extremely moved, and he dismounted slowly.

Qingyou followed behind him.

In the heavy snow, Zhao Yuankai walked slowly towards the [-] poor people, stopped, stood upright, and then touched the hearts of the people:
"I, I'm late!"

Four words.

Four simple words.

But it moved the [-] people in the mountains and plains to tears.

And at the front, Zhang Xiongjie, Wu Fei and others were so surprised and respected.

Xu Nian, a scholar with a background in writing, just stared blankly at the present day standing in the heavy snow, with red eyes, tremblingly said:
"Your Majesty's first words were actually filled with guilt. This... This is something that has never been heard in the 800 years of the Kingdom!"

"Is this the sky of my big man? I am lucky, I am lucky!"

"Everyone, let's live in peace, what the big man owes you, I will make up for it one by one!"

This is Zhao Yuankai's second sentence.

After speaking, he set his eyes on Zhang Xiongjie.

With just one look, Zhang Xiongjie immediately understood, and hurriedly called Wu Fei and other vanguard commandos to meet him.

"Wait, I... Shall I meet His Majesty?" Xu Nian followed and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhang Xiongjie and Wu Fei looked at each other.

Then, Wu Fei nodded and said:
"You are a scholar, or you are from a poor family. You are the kind of person His Majesty loves the most. Let's go."

Your Majesty loves scholars from poor families the most?

Xu Nian was stunned.

This... This is something he didn't even dare to think about back then.

That year, he trekked through mountains and rivers, and finally walked on Chang'an Road. He was full of talent but could not get any fame.

Poor family?

Those are two words with a tragic color.

It was also that year when Xu Nian, who did not seek fame and fame, met his luck in three lives on Chang'an Road.

(End of this chapter)