Jiyun Imperial City is the most lively and prosperous place in the entire Jiyun Kingdom.

The majestic city walls and mottled crenellations silently tell the story of the victorious battles over the years.

The theaters in the city often performed performances of the confrontation between the two armies. The actors carried wooden swords and pretended to make noises, which aroused the excitement of the whole house.

The defenders wore bright helmets, but they looked lazy and carried their swords cross-body. For convenience, they moved the handles of the swords behind their backs. If there was a sudden crisis, they would not even be able to pull out the swords.

This is a noisy city that brings a sense of nobility to people, and this nobility is mixed with a deep atmosphere of decay.

Like the crumbling clouds.

It's getting late.

Outside the west city gate, people were coming and going in a hurry.

The weather was not good, the clouds were thick, and a light rain came unexpectedly.

Standing ten feet outside the city gate was a veteran general, holding a majestic saber in his hand. He stood motionless in the rain. If he looked closely, he saw a pair of old eyes that were cloudy, dull and empty, always staring at the end of the long road, like a statue.

Pedestrians hurried to the city gate to take shelter from the rain. After a while, the rain became heavier.

The veteran was still standing there in the rain. It was unclear whether he was not afraid of the rain or simply didn't know how to take shelter.

"That person must be stupid, he doesn't know how to hide under such a heavy rain."

Some pedestrians who were new to the imperial city started talking about it.

"Don't talk nonsense, haven't you seen anyone wearing armor?"

"This is the imperial city. Those who dare to wear helmets and carry armor under the imperial city are not ordinary people."

"His armor is different from that of the defenders. Could it be that he is a general?"

After hearing the discussion, an older garrison couldn't help but regretted: "It is indeed a general. That is General Zhenxi who once guarded Xirong City."

Another young defender said lazily: "Yao Xizheng is really a general. I thought he was an old man from a powerful family who went crazy. He shouted to march west, march west, march all day long."

"I heard that General Yao has good cultivation and is good at battle formations. He has been stationed in Xirong City for many years. If not for the persecution of the Fire Worship Nation, how could the old general have ended up like this."

"It is also beneficial for him to withdraw from Xirong City. At least our Jiyun Xijiang has always been stable in the past thirty years."

"Is it really safe? I heard that there is no one alive in Xirong City."

"Not only are there no survivors, I heard that Princess Yunlan, who went to get married in order to appease the Fire Worshiping Kingdom, was executed in Xirong, and her head is still hanging on the top of the city..."

"Are the rumors true? Xirong City has long..."

The defenders' expressions changed slightly as they talked, and they stopped talking one after another.

This is the foot of the emperor and the root of the imperial city. I guarantee that you are not allowed to pass by some of the emperor's relatives, civil and military ministers, and if you are listened to, you will at least get a slap in the face.

"Then the old man's real name is Yao Xizheng? Who is Princess Yunlan's background?"

When the defenders heard someone asking a question, they looked back and saw a young man in ordinary clothes, carrying a wine bag and smiling broadly.

"Go and go aside, this young boy is asking about something."

"I'm not just asking around. Why don't you catch up? I love listening to stories the most. It's slightly cold after the rain. I have some good wine. Can you guys warm up?"

"We are on duty, how can we drink...what kind of wine? It smells so good!"

"It looks like the rain won't stop for a while. Anyway, no one is leaving the city gate. You might as well warm yourself up and give me a taste."

"Don't drink it all, leave some for us..."

The bag of fine wine was bottomed out quickly. The defender who had drunk the most wiped the corner of his mouth with satisfaction and said: "Yao Xizheng is a joking name given by everyone. The real name of General Zhenxi is Yao Xunzheng. This title was known in the Fire Worship Kingdom back then.

It’s so loud that how many dog-headed troops were destroyed by General Yao’s battle formation.”

The defender was old. Thinking of the past, he couldn't help but sigh: "Because they were afraid of General Yao, the Fire Worship Nation once gathered a large army outside Xirong City, claiming that they had sworn hatred with General Yao. Ruo Jiyun still ordered him to guard it.

In Western Xinjiang, the Fire Worshiping Kingdom will attack Jiyun with all its strength. After hearing the news, the king immediately issued an order to transfer General Yao away from Xirong City. From then on, there will be no general to control the west in Western Xinjiang."

"It seems that the kobolds are not stupid. By forcing General Zhenxi away, they can evacuate Xirong, or even drive straight in. Who is Princess Yunlan?" The boy who loved hearing the story continued to ask with curiosity on his face.

The older defender rubbed his hands and said angrily: "Of course she is the princess of my Jiyun Kingdom! She was the most beautiful woman in Jiyun back then and was the cousin of the country's leader. At that time, the Fire Worshiping Kingdom refused to retreat and refused to surrender.

Rao wanted Jiyun to hand over General Zhenxi, so the king had no choice but to go through with the marriage plan. In order to eliminate the anger of the Fire Worshiping Nation, Princess Yunlan married far away, finally letting the Fire Worshiping Nation dissipate its anger."

"Isn't this the same as using Princess Yunlan to replace General Zhenxi's sheep into the tiger's mouth? How unlucky."

"There is no other way. We can't really hand over General Zhenxi to the Fire Worshiping Country. I, Ji Yun, will lose my face. Besides, Princess Yunlan volunteered to go to the Fire Worshiping Country and was willing to atone for General Zhenxi's sins."

"This is strange. Could it be that Princess Yunlan has a close relationship with General Zhenxi? Otherwise, how could she be willing to die for others even though she knew the situation was dangerous?"

"Princess Yunlan and General Zhenxi were once childhood sweethearts, otherwise the old general would not be reduced to this situation, standing outside the west city gate all day long, waiting to assemble the army, waiting for the day of the Western Expedition, this day

Wait, it will be thirty years."

"Yao Xizheng..." Yunji looked at the old general not far away, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.

The most common thing for people in the world is waiting.

Some people have been busy all day and are waiting for a sumptuous dinner.

Some people work hard for a month, waiting for the wages to support their families.

Some people work hard all season long, waiting for the seedlings to grow into rice.

Some people look forward to a year and wait for their family to reunite.

There are also people who have been holding on for thirty years, waiting for an elusive battle.

The rain stopped, and the sunset glowed on the sky, like a boundless war.

The old general outside the city gate suddenly took a step forward, exhaled loudly, and shouted: "Worship the fire dog! How dare you cross my Xirong border, the dog's head will be left behind!"

The sound was like a loud bell and the momentum was like a rainbow, but the old man's eyes were still blank and empty.

He was too old, and his cultivation slowly passed with the years, and finally he reached his twilight years.

The hero dies.

The older defender shook his head and said with emotion: "General Yao comes to the west gate every day, stands there for a long time, shouts, and then goes home by himself when it gets dark."

"Does he still have a family?" Yun Ji smiled bitterly.

How can we talk about going home when our country is about to lose its country?

"Of course I have. After all, he was also the former General of Zhenxi. The general's mansion is in the west of the city. It's huge." A young defender said enviously.

"Not to mention Yao Xizheng's General's Mansion, isn't Prince Ji's Mansion also in good order?" Another defender said.

"It's strange to say that King Ji seems to have died just after he was born. What's the use of keeping such a short-lived ghost in his mansion?"

"He is a king, not a soldier like us, so naturally he has to keep a mansion. After all, he is also the fourth prince, with golden branches and jade leaves."

"The golden branches and jade leaves are just the remnants of the Yu family..."

"Don't say a few words. The crime of making irresponsible remarks about the emperor's relatives is not a small one. The rain has stopped and it's time to get to work." The older garrison went beyond the comments of others and smiled at Yun Ji: "Little brother's wine is not bad.

, if you brew more, you will be able to sell it at a good price in the city."
Chapter completed!