Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

Along the way, according to the medical officer's instructions, Jiajun cut and scraped Defang's leg every two or three days, but on the way, the wound on Defang's neck also swelled, which was very painful for him. The whole part was fixed with splints, and soft cloth was placed underneath, but the road was bumpy and the weather was hot. After a day, Defang often sweated through his clothes, endured the pain until he was dizzy and exhausted, but Defang still wrote the memorial at a better time every day. , Jia Jun and Chongming Shang En looked heartbroken, especially Shang En, who would hide from Defang and cry for a long time every night, Jia Jun patted Shang En, "Your Majesty will be fine, as long as you return to the capital, the national player will be fine It will heal the prince."

"General Song... This is all my fault..."

"Shan En, it's not anyone's fault. On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes, and misfortune and fortune are unpredictable. Now it is not easy for us to return to Beijing alive." Jia Jun squatted down and looked at Shan En. Ordinarily, the prince would not bear to watch us lose our lives."

"General Song, I will never be able to repay the lord's life-saving grace in my life."

"Then live well, if we die, the lord will be hurt and sad." Jia Jun stretched out his hands to hold Shan En's shoulders, "We still have to protect the lord, so we must not die."

Shan En nodded, and together with Jia Jun took the dried tea and food and sent them to Defang. Seven days later, the army was approaching Bianliang, the capital city, and Emperor Taizong sent Zhao Pu and Kou Zhun to meet them. Salute in front of the carriage, "The old minister (lower official) sees the prince for a thousand years."

Shan En lifted the curtain of the car, and De Fang said, "Prime Minister, Mr. Kou is free of courtesy, and you two are welcome to welcome you, thanks for your hard work."

Zhao Pu and Kou Zhun heard Defang's hoarse voice and looked up, only to see that there were beads of sweat on Defang's forehead, his face was tired, and he looked very weak. Zhao Pu stepped forward and said, "My lord, how can you be so weak?"

"Maybe it's because I've been on the road for too long, it's okay." Defang frowned and moved her body. Zhao Pu and Kou Zhun saw that Defang's legs were indeed severely swollen, so they didn't dare to delay and entered against the army. City, the people in the capital cheered, Defang lifted the small curtains on both sides of the carriage, and bowed his hands to the people on both sides of the imperial street to express his thanks. But Defang ordered people to go to the palace.

The carriage stopped in front of the palace gate, and the guard, Hua Tiangang, stepped forward and knelt down to worship, "I bow to the eight virtuous kings for thousands of years."

Defang sat up and said, "General Hua, long time no see, how are you doing?"

"Everything is fine, my lord, I heard that you were injured, are you alright?"

"It's much better." Defang nodded with a smile, "Please tell the general that the king is going to meet the saint."

"Yes, my lord, please wait a moment." The guard got up and ran to the main hall. Defang asked Shangming Shangen to help him get up and get out of the car. Every time Defang moved a little, Defang gritted his teeth in pain. It took a while before he sat by the car. Someone was about to lift him down.Then I heard a voice say, "Help him into the car!"

When everyone saw that it was Taizong and his ministers coming, they stopped there and didn't know whether to bow down or not. Defang supported his body, "Minister... See Your Majesty..."

"Lie down quickly!" Taizong approached and saw that Defang's leg was seriously injured and his complexion was not good, so he said to the left and right, "What are you doing in a daze! Why don't you help the prince lie down!"

Defang pressed his hand against the person who supported him, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I can't get up and bow down to Your Majesty, but I beg Your Majesty... Forgive me..."