The dragon chair was covered with ink-colored dragon-emblazoned silk satin, and was supported up, down, left, and right by sixteen long poles. Twenty palace guards worked together to lift the dragon chair out of the Taiyang Hall where it had been placed for three hundred years.
Emperor Xuanyan got into the dragon chariot.
The dragon chariot is spacious and spacious, the palace lanterns are bright, and the fragrance is warm and quiet. Queen Nangong is sitting in it, wearing a long dark green dress with Xiangluan, Phoenix, Xiangfangyun, no crown, no makeup, and only a pearl peony in her hair, with a pure face.
Emperor Xuan Yan lifted his robe and sat upright, looking forward, and said softly: "The dragon chariot should be matched with a crown, and the queen's simple clothes are in line with the etiquette."
Queen Nangong looked calm and said: "Rituals have collapsed, music has been ruined, what is etiquette?"
"Queen, are you mocking me?"
"I don't dare."
Emperor Xuan Yan smiled coldly: "Do you think I won't be heartbroken?"
"Really?" Queen Nangong said, "Your Majesty's heartache actually depends on whether it hurts or not."
"Presumptuous." Emperor Xuan Yan frowned and his voice became more serious.
Queen Nangong also smiled. She turned to look at the car window. The curtains were hanging down. Under the palace lanterns, the silk tapestry cloth was delicate and soft. It was the most exquisite craftsmanship at that time. It was embroidered with soaring auspicious clouds.
She said no more, she had already said enough in his ears.
There are five ministers in a carriage. The carriage and horses are behind the royal family. They are separated from their families and surrounded by more guards.
Now the ministers were sitting in the carriage. The already spacious carriage seemed cramped due to the large number of people. The interior of the carriage was dark and dark, and one could faintly see each other's faces through the torches outside.
No one said anything, because there were so many ears outside, and they didn't know what to say. They hadn't had a good rest for several days, and their legs were numb and their hands were stiff from the cold.
I don’t know how much time had passed before I heard the high-pitched and harsh voice of the chamberlain in the distance, and several elderly ministers closed their eyes in pain.
The convoy set off slowly, one wheel after another, the wheels bumping slightly through the frost and snow.
Unlike other courtiers, Yu Shiling looked quite relaxed and at ease.
He raised his hand to open the curtain and looked outside. The neat and uniform Guards had expressionless faces, their horses' hooves trampled on the snow, and the light from the torches reflected the snow orange.
The roads from the East City Palace Gate to the Juyang City Gate were all cleared, and the people who had not left in the chaos stood in the alleys beside the road, staring at the vast number of carriages and horses coming, their eyes widened.
On such a cold night of ice and snow, what are you doing and where are you going?
"Your Majesty!" Someone in the crowd suddenly pointed to a car in the long queue and shouted, "That's the Emperor!"
The dragon chariot drawn by six horses is wide and large, magnificent and bright. The captain of the chariot is sitting outside the chariot, which looks majestic and majestic. Six horses are sitting on the long board under it, and they do not squint their eyes.
Some people knelt down on the ground and shouted "Long live". Others were affected and knelt down too. Gradually, more and more people kowtowed to the ground. Some shouted "Long live" and some asked the emperor loudly what was going on.
Yes, there are also people who ask the emperor to make the decision.
Some people kneel and some don't.
They held the bundles in their arms and stared blankly at the carriage.
After being frightened for a day, they were speechless when they saw this huge team again. It seemed that the world-destroying sword hanging high had finally been slashed down.
There is an open river inside Juyang City Gate, which is a tributary of Anhe River from Changming Hengshan Mountain and flows through Kyoto.
When the city was expanded a hundred years ago, the city wall was moved nearly 30 miles away, leaving this section of the river in the northeast of Kyoto, which is called the Zhaoan River.
There are three large stone bridges across the Zhao'an River. Heavy snow has frozen the Zhao'an River into a mirror. People gathered on the Da'an River, separated by the imperial guards, looking at the lights coming from afar.
The river wind was so strong that it made people shiver, and as the lights came, the roar of the mountains and the tsunami of Long Live also came.
Xia Zhaoyi sat cross-legged on the eaves of a riverside restaurant, her figure hidden in the darkness, looking down at the approaching firelight.
"That's ridiculous." She said very softly.
It is an eternal shame for the king of a country to abandon the city and flee, but to do so in such a grand manner, extravagant and extravagant.
Are you running away or celebrating?
In an alley outside Da'an Long Street, a horse galloped towards us.
The alley was long and narrow, and because the horses were not slow, the figures hurriedly dispersed to both sides.
The horse suddenly stopped and raised its front hooves, bringing up a fine snowflake.
Shen Lie reined in his horse and looked forward.
Outside the entrance of the narrow alley, a carriage was driving forward with difficulty.
"Give way, give way!"
"Don't block me!"
"Step aside!"
…
The people who came from the past looked up and saw the young man on the horse, and they all secretly thought that he was handsome, but his arm... was bloody?
Shen Lie frowned slightly and pulled the rope to leave.
I heard the man shout again: "You're clumsy, but hurry up! I'm from Jingzhao Mansion, don't block my work, hurry up!"
Shen Lie raised his eyes and looked again, and saw that the carriage was immediately surrounded by more people.
"Master Guan?"
"Are you really from Jingzhao Mansion?"
"Master Guan, what's going on now? What's going on?"
"Save us, Mr. Guan!"
…
"You talk a lot." A helpless voice came from inside the carriage.
Shen Lie thought for a while, gently pulled the horse's rein, and followed slowly.
More and more people gathered around, and the reins of the horse in Li Chang's hand were almost taken away.
Zhu Xian sat in the carriage and did not dare to go out.
The carriage was dark and dark, and there was an unbearable smell.
Zhu Xian held a crumpled letter in his hand, with the four words "Zhu Xian's personal letter" written on it. He read it again and again today. He had already memorized the content of the letter. He felt so uneasy and panicked now that he held this letter. That's how powerful a letter can be.
Li Zheng was surrounded by layers of people outside and was about to cry.
The sounds of obeisances from the front gradually came and became louder and louder.
Li Cheng stretched out his finger and shouted: "Yes, your Majesty, your Majesty is here. You can't stand up to me. Hurry up and go find the Emperor!"
The crowd paused and looked back.
"Yes, the emperor is here!"
"Let's go!"
"Let's go see the emperor quickly!"
That is the emperor, the son of destiny, the king of Daqian.
Watching the crowd run away, Li Zhengchen breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a cold sweat.
"Sir," Li Cheng said very softly, "I was scared to death."
The long line came slowly, led by the majestic Zhenguo General Qian Xutian, followed by the Jinwu Guard Commander, Tianrong Guard General, and their deputy generals.
Young and strong soldiers followed on both sides of the long queue. In the middle of the wide queue, the palace eunuchs and a few beautiful maids walked slowly.
