Fenglin Tianxia – Queen with a Thousand Pets

Because of the sudden incident, the Dingguo Duke Yang Zhao was born. For the stability of Heishuiguan, his survivor must get to Bianjing. Then the imperial residence must not be bad. There is no way, Zhengshitang. He had to persuade Emperor Xiwen to make the Anguo Gong mansion, which had just been taken back, as Ding Guo Gong Mansion.

The door of the mansion was newly changed, and it still smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to maintain a sad expression while waiting for the coffin to enter the already arranged hall. Seeing that a woman with a white body and a black gauze hat came down on the carriage and was supported by a woman (woman) next to her, Chai Jinzhong stepped forward and stopped the woman from paying respects, saying: " Please, madam, please."

Ling Qingyu still half-littled respectfully, then bowed his head and thanked softly, and walked into the door slowly.

Cheng Jia's hand clenched into a fist, and wisps of pain spread in his heart. Although the black veil blocked all eyes from visiting her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. It turned out that her whole body was overflowing like a spring sun. His vigor was gone, and he changed into a cold, desperate cold.

After the mourning hall was set for two days, Chai Jinzhong came forward to preside over the grand state funeral.

The Shili Long Street became a piece of white flowers again, and more memorial supplies were piled up all over the street than on the day of entering the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere did not appear in the embarrassing situation of the day of entering the city, Chai Jinzhong also arranged for people to cry in the street.

It's just that when the thousand warriors dressed in linen and filial piety followed the surviving man dressed as heavy filial piety step by step along the street with grief on their faces but without a word or tears, those fake crying could not help but stop.

It was the only one ever seen by Bianjing people. There was no sorrow, no crying, so quiet that only the sound of rushing paper money flying was heard. Even the footsteps seemed to be a funeral that was deliberately light and consistent for fear of disturbing the dead. .

The woman who followed the coffin carried by the sixteen people had her back straight. Only the head with a veil was slightly lowered. There was no cry of distress, but everyone who saw it seemed to empathize. Feel the pain like that.

Fan Yu sighed and said, "Maybe we are really wrong."

"It's not maybe, it's really wrong!" Su Wen also sighed.

"Looking at the second prince's effort to help Heishuiguan this time, is it possible that Heishuiguan is now relying on the second prince?" Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money floating on his face and whispered.

"What about whom to take refuge in? Are you afraid of their neutrality? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about?" Su Ce sneered.

Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was there, Heishuiguan was always neutral and not biased towards any forces. He just stayed at Heishuiguan. They took it for granted that he had won battles before, and they could pick his thorns from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After three consecutive cities, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of hundreds of thousands to attack thousands of miles. If it weren't for the defeat of the Zhao family's new army, if it weren't for Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, which should have joined forces, it would withdraw. Going back, if Su City opened the gates, Yang Zhao would not die. If the war was fought by Heishuiguan, with Yang Zhao as the coach, then now Yanyun Outer Kyushu would have all taken back.

However, these internal information have been concealed. The people of Bianjing only knew that the war was a tie, and then a general died. This dead general was also given a very high-level seal and a thick burial. I don’t know the truth and praise the emperor. Kua the court's kindness has become the mainstream rumor in Bianjing.

"I think He Li is also a strong general. The soldiers of Heishuiguan are indeed extraordinary," Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua and said, "I agree with the second prince's proposal this time to increase the strength of Heishuiguan. "

"But if they take refuge in the second prince now, the power will be imbalanced." Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.

Is it balanced? Nowadays, the battle to seize power is in full swing, and they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no final conclusion about who they will support, and they can only try to maintain a balance.

"Su Ce, have you seen her?" Cheng Jia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked the people in thought.

"Didn't she always kneel behind the mourning hall to deal with the mourners?" Su Ce gave Cheng Jia a strange look, and then realized that he was asking her if she had seen him alone, so she smiled mockingly and said: "She has time to see him. Me?" There are so many people staring outside, and there is an endless stream of people who go to find the news in the name of mourning. How can she have time, even if she has time, it is impossible to see him at this time, but What saddened him the most was that he didn't know whether she was willing to treat him as a friend under such circumstances.

"Well, it's raining..." Cheng Jia raised his head and stretched out his hand. The thin raindrops fell, wet a piece of paper money and landed in the palm of his hand.

At the turn of spring and summer, the rain came quickly and quickly, and it became a majestic rain in a short while. The big raindrops beat those who watched the excitement and ran around, and all of a sudden, the streets became cold.

The only team left on the empty long street was still marching in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.

After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of his body, many officials also slipped away. After leaving the city gate, almost only officials from the Ministry of Rites were still accompanied.

"Girl, it's raining too much, you might as well get a little less." Alan wiped the rain channel.

"You have to do enough." Ling Qingyu faintly replied, pulling the black gauze on the veil a little, so that he could see the road ahead clearly.

"How far is it?" Alan asked again where he was walking on the side.

"It's definitely not a good place." Ling Qingyu sneered. Although there was only a substitute in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all. Those people, those people were so perfunctory!

"There are more than a dozen miles away, you faint." He Li looked back at the far away city gate and the officials scattered behind to see off.

"Oh!"

There was a commotion in the front team. Seeing a small official from the Ministry of Rites rushing over, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"Mrs. Yang fainted without support, I'll call the car to come." The little official said and ran back.

"What are you doing?" Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia who was rushing forward, and said, "They have their own people, what are you going to do!"

Seeing the carriage passing by, someone carried her into the carriage, and then the carriage turned back to the city, Cheng Jia only felt a pain in her heart, yes, what can I do? I can't do anything!

The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao is located on a barren hill more than 20 miles outside of Bianjing. The tomb has been built in a hurry and there are only sparse stone statues in front of it, making those soldiers who don’t know that Yang Zhao’s true body has entered the Hall of Longevity directly become popular. Got an eye.

This is how the imperial court treats the generals, giving a vain prince, a state burial like acting, a hasty cemetery. It is better to bury the generals in Heishuiguan than this. At least there is the best view, the cleanest and tidy cemetery. , And the sincere people of that city worship him.

The small official of the Ministry of Rites kept wiping his head full of rain and sweat. It is really unreasonable for this cemetery to be cultivated like this, but the 20 thousand taels of silver set aside from the top, the boss is greedy for 18 thousand taels, and he can be cultivated like this. Very hard already! In fact, he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't be greedy for money, and he posted twelve taels.

But seeing those soldiers braving the heavy rain to weed the stone statues and remove the weeds, there was no complaint, but his eyes were getting redder and red, and the uncontrollable murderous aura made him retreat far away.

Standing on a barren mountain, watching the coffin slowly push into the tomb, He Li turned and looked into the distance. In the heavy rain, the distant city was truly illusory.

Today you humiliate him like this, and I will wash this city in blood!

Because of the sudden incident, the Dingguo Duke Yang Zhao was born. For the stability of Heishuiguan, his survivor must get to Bianjing. Then the imperial residence must not be bad. There is no way, Zhengshitang. He had to persuade Emperor Xiwen to make the Anguo Gong mansion, which had just been taken back, as Ding Guo Gong Mansion.

The door of the mansion was newly changed, and it still smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to maintain a sad expression while waiting for the coffin to enter the already arranged hall. Seeing that a woman with a white body and a black gauze hat came down on the carriage and was supported by a woman (woman) next to her, Chai Jinzhong stepped forward and stopped the woman from paying respects, saying: " Please, madam, please."

Ling Qingyu still half-littled respectfully, then bowed his head and thanked softly, and walked into the door slowly.

Cheng Jia's hand clenched into a fist, and wisps of pain spread in his heart. Although the black veil blocked all eyes from visiting her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. It turned out that her whole body was overflowing like a spring sun. His vigor was gone, and he changed into a cold, desperate cold.

After the mourning hall was set for two days, Chai Jinzhong came forward to preside over the grand state funeral.

The Shili Long Street became a piece of white flowers again, and more memorial supplies were piled up all over the street than on the day of entering the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere did not appear in the embarrassing situation of the day of entering the city, Chai Jinzhong also arranged for people to cry in the street.

It's just that when the thousand warriors dressed in linen and filial piety followed the surviving man dressed as heavy filial piety step by step along the street with grief on their faces but without a word or tears, those fake crying could not help but stop.

It was the only one ever seen by Bianjing people. There was no sorrow, no crying, so quiet that only the sound of rushing paper money flying was heard. Even the footsteps seemed to be a funeral that was deliberately light and consistent for fear of disturbing the dead. .

The woman who followed the coffin carried by the sixteen people had her back straight. Only the head with a veil was slightly lowered. There was no cry of distress, but everyone who saw it seemed to empathize. Feel the pain like that.

Fan Yu sighed and said, "Maybe we are really wrong."

"It's not maybe, it's really wrong!" Su Wen also sighed.

"Looking at the second prince's effort to help Heishuiguan this time, is it possible that Heishuiguan is now relying on the second prince?" Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money floating on his face and whispered.

"What about whom to take refuge in? Are you afraid of their neutrality? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about?" Su Ce sneered.

Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was there, Heishuiguan was always neutral and not biased towards any forces. He just stayed at Heishuiguan. They took it for granted that he had won battles before, and they could pick his thorns from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After three consecutive cities, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of hundreds of thousands to attack thousands of miles. If it weren't for the defeat of the Zhao family's new army, if it weren't for Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, which should have joined forces, it would withdraw. Going back, if Su City opened the gates, Yang Zhao would not die. If the war was fought by Heishuiguan, with Yang Zhao as the coach, then now Yanyun Outer Kyushu would have all taken back.

However, these internal information have been concealed. The people of Bianjing only knew that the war was a tie, and then a general died. This dead general was also given a very high-level seal and a thick burial. I don’t know the truth and praise the emperor. Kua the court's kindness has become the mainstream rumor in Bianjing.

"I think He Li is also a strong general. The soldiers of Heishuiguan are indeed extraordinary," Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua and said, "I agree with the second prince's proposal this time to increase the strength of Heishuiguan. "

"But if they take refuge in the second prince now, the power will be imbalanced." Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.

Is it balanced? Nowadays, the battle to seize power is in full swing, and they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no final conclusion about who they will support, and they can only try to maintain a balance.

"Su Ce, have you seen her?" Cheng Jia, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked the people in thought.

"Didn't she always kneel behind the mourning hall to deal with the mourners?" Su Ce gave Cheng Jia a strange look, and then realized that he was asking her if she had seen him alone, so she smiled mockingly and said: "She has time to see him. Me?" There are so many people staring outside, and there is an endless stream of people who go to find the news in the name of mourning. How can she have time, even if she has time, it is impossible to see him at this time, but What saddened him the most was that he didn't know whether she was willing to treat him as a friend under such circumstances.

"Well, it's raining..." Cheng Jia raised his head and stretched out his hand. The thin raindrops fell, wet a piece of paper money and landed in the palm of his hand.

At the turn of spring and summer, the rain came quickly and quickly, and it became a majestic rain in a short while. The big raindrops beat those who watched the excitement and ran around, and all of a sudden, the streets became cold.

The only team left on the empty long street was still marching in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.

After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of his body, many officials also slipped away. After leaving the city gate, almost only officials from the Ministry of Rites were still accompanied.

"Girl, it's raining too much, you might as well get a little less." Alan wiped the rain channel.

"You have to do enough." Ling Qingyu faintly replied, pulling the black gauze on the veil a little, so that he could see the road ahead clearly.

"How far is it?" Alan asked again where he was walking on the side.

"It's definitely not a good place." Ling Qingyu sneered. Although there was only a substitute in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all. Those people, those people were so perfunctory!

"There are more than a dozen miles away, you faint." He Li looked back at the far away city gate and the officials scattered behind to see off.

"Oh!"

There was a commotion in the front team. Seeing a small official from the Ministry of Rites rushing over, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"Mrs. Yang fainted without support, I'll call the car to come." The little official said and ran back.

"What are you doing?" Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia who was rushing forward, and said, "They have their own people, what are you going to do!"

Seeing the carriage passing by, someone carried her into the carriage, and then the carriage turned back to the city, Cheng Jia only felt a pain in her heart, yes, what can I do? I can't do anything!

The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao is located on a barren hill more than 20 miles outside of Bianjing. The tomb has been built in a hurry and there are only sparse stone statues in front of it, making those soldiers who don’t know that Yang Zhao’s true body has entered the Hall of Longevity directly become popular. Got an eye.

This is how the imperial court treats the generals, giving a vain prince, a state burial like acting, a hasty cemetery. It is better to bury the generals in Heishuiguan than this. At least there is the best view, the cleanest and tidy cemetery. , And the sincere people of that city worship him.

The small official of the Ministry of Rites kept wiping his head full of rain and sweat. It is really unreasonable for this cemetery to be cultivated like this, but the 20 thousand taels of silver set aside from the top, the boss is greedy for 18 thousand taels, and he can be cultivated like this. Very hard already! In fact, he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't be greedy for money, and he posted twelve taels.

But seeing those soldiers braving the heavy rain to weed the stone statues and remove the weeds, there was no complaint, but his eyes were getting redder and red, and the uncontrollable murderous aura made him retreat far away.

Standing on a barren mountain, watching the coffin slowly push into the tomb, He Li turned and looked into the distance. In the heavy rain, the distant city was truly illusory.

Today you humiliate him like this, and I will wash this city in blood!