I, Han Gaozu, actually traveled through Song Gaozong?

Chapter 193 Request
"All, all dead?"

The news of the massacre of the father of the city spread very quickly, and it had already reached Bozhou City early the next morning.

Today, Wang Shizhong is guarding the city. He just found out the news, and he seems to have lost his soul. He would have to fall three times with every step. in front of Joan.

This Bozhou city is still as lively as usual. This is because the soldiers and generals of Bozhou have protected it well to keep the smell of blood away from everyone, and it is also because it is this time today. The parent officer of Bozhou, Li Qiongli The marshal didn't feel any panic at all, not only didn't panic, he even had a leisurely visit to the school in Bozhou.

The backbone is like this, and the others are not in a hurry. The sound of reading is coming from the school, and there is no time, and bursts of laughter can be heard. The atmosphere here is harmonious, as if no one knows that Bozhou is already approaching the city. up.

Naturally, Li Qiong knew about it, otherwise, he wouldn't have just abandoned Chengfu and returned to Bozhou City.

When Wang Shizhong stumbled into the gate of the school, he saw Marshal Li standing in the yard at a glance. He was still wearing a white robe... A warrior should not like white, because it does not tolerate dirt. It is not so easy to wash away the blood stained on it.

But this person has always been different from others. Everyone can't understand that he has changed from a student to a martial artist, and from a righteous man who followed his grandfather to a traitor. It's like he can't understand why a traitor looks so gentle. , even polite.

A traitor, of course, has to look like a traitor, but from the looks of it, Li Qiong really doesn't look like it.

He turned around, looked at Wang Shizhong who was a little terrified and sad, and made a silent gesture towards him, signaling not to disturb the students studying, and then led him out of the school gate, and asked softly:
"Why so panic?"

Wang Shizhong stammered a little: "The father of the city has fallen."

Li Qiong laughed and patted the dirt off Wang Shizhong's body:
"There were no defenders in the first place, so it's possible that an empty city can hold back millions of troops."

The army of one million was said by Liu Bang himself. Anyway, he dared to call 3 if there were 50 people. It was his humility to say that 10,000+ people did not mean an army of tens of millions.

Wang Shizhong wiped off his sweat: "It's not that there are no guards...the Ernv pile next to the father of the city, there are about a hundred families..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Qiong suddenly changed his appearance:
"Didn't you say that all the people were moved into the city? Didn't you say that no one is allowed to participate in the war?"

"How do you do it?!"

He asked three times in a row, and the deputy general who had followed him for many years was extremely flustered, and immediately knelt down:

"Marshal... It's not that the last general is slacking off, it's just that the folks from Ernudui don't want to come!"

"They said that Ernüdui is about ten miles away from the father of the city. When the Southern Dynasty army comes, they can just hide on the mountain... This is the season for planting rice seedlings. Everyone doesn't want it. The general thought it over for a while. He promised them."

"But I don't want to, but I don't want them to go to defend the city father... Marshal, the general will accept the punishment, but those folks were all slaughtered, and there is no one alive. The Zhao official family is here to collect debts from us. They are here to collect debts, Marshal!"

He already spoke in a crying voice, the matter has come to this point, the dead cannot be brought back to life, even if he cut Wang Shizhong down, those people's lives would not be returned.

I just thought that these people are so loyal, I just reduced their taxes, let them send their young children to the city to learn, and they actually repayed with their lives.

After a pause, he asked again:

"Zhao Guan's family... really killed everyone?"

Wang Shizhong didn't dare to hide it: "The scouts came to report early in the morning, saying that they were all dead, and the corpses were placed outside the Song Army's forward camp. This, this is clearly a demonstration!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Shizhong clearly saw a trace of... shock in Li Qiong's eyes, that's all, but there was clearly excitement, even joy.

When he blinked and looked up again, he could only see endless grief.

He only thought that he was delusional, the people who died were his own people, the marshal would have no reason to be happy.

Li Qiong's sigh confirmed Wang Shizhong's thoughts. He looked into the distance, the food shops on the street gave off bursts of white air, and the people passing by all held their heads high, and above his head, On the beam of the gate of Bozhou University, there happened to be swallows making their nests.

"Spring is here."

Li Qiong muttered to herself, "Spring is finally here."

Seeing that he started to make mistakes like a scholar again, Wang Shizhong gritted his teeth and said:
"Marshal, the Southern Dynasty is different this time than usual, and they came here for the purpose of liquidating us. If the city of Bozhou is destroyed, the people in this city will definitely end up with those innocent people!"

"The last general is daring, and please don't slack off, Marshal, and muster the spirit of 12 points to strengthen the city defense!"

"And the fourth prince's side... the marshal had better send someone to ask for help in time. The opposite side claims to have an army of one million. Even if there is no million, there is still a hundred thousand. The marshal must not be entrusted with big things, let alone..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qiong:
"innocent?"

Wang Shizhong didn't know what was wrong with these two words, so he repeated in doubt:
"innocent?"

Holding his shoulders with both hands, Li Qiong helped Wang Shizhong up:

"Don't let the people in the city know about this, so as not to disturb the hearts of the people and cause some other unnecessary incidents."

"Let the brothers work hard, these days are hard and hard, don't let them take advantage of the loopholes."

"Those people who were taken down before, let's ask clearly first. Bozhou is like an iron bucket. Where can strangers come in? Maybe Zhao Guan's family has not been able to contact them. If there is really no evidence, let them go first. Let's go back."

The people Li Qiong mentioned were those brought by Yu Yunwen, who were about to be contacted by the big households in Suzhou City. Wang Shizhong knew he couldn't be in a hurry, so he was about to say something else, but the gate of the college was "creaking" With a sound, it was pulled away from the inside.

The two looked together, and a smile appeared on Li Qiong's face:

"The three gentlemen have worked hard."

It was none other than Liu Zhan, Xin Zan and Yu Yunwen. They cupped their hands towards Li Qiong and said:
"The marshal can still come to this academy to take a look in his busy schedule. He really cares about these students. It's really their blessing."

Liu Zhan first flattered, and then soon made his own request.

One, a request that has been discussed for a long time.

"Bozhou is a land of outstanding people, and it is the ancient capital of the old dynasty. The most indispensable thing is a heritage."

"Today I learned how to compose poems and lyrics, the old Taoist suddenly remembered that this place is also the ancestral home of Li Gongchui. It is rumored that he had a close relationship with Yuan Weizhi and Bai Letian, and he had twenty Yuefu poems, but unfortunately they have been lost. .”

"So the old Taoist wanted to ask the Marshal for convenience, allowing the old Taoist to take the students to Li Gongchui's ancestral house to see if he could find some clues, so that he could learn more and not fall into the stories of the predecessors."

Li Gongchui is Li Shen, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty, the person who wrote "Compassion for the Farmers", not only was from Bozhou, but also served as an observer of Bozhou.

His ancestral house happened to be in Li Garden, seven or eight miles away from the city gate.

Li Qiong stared at the three people in front of him with interest, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.

(End of this chapter)