Li He's nose felt sore. He handed the board to the servants beside him and ordered them to be escorted by Zhuang Zhongdao, the Minister of War. Then he turned and left without saying a word.
This was the first time in his life that he left directly without resigning to Queen Nangong.
Queen Nangong looked at him, her eyes almost blurred by the heavy snow.
"Empress," Nianhe said, "go back."
Queen Nangong nodded, but paused when she turned around, looking back towards the direction of the palace.
The night was deep and snowy, and there was only a sea of people at the end of the horizon, and the looming luxurious pavilions above the sea of people. Other than that, no one could see further.
Queen Nangong stared deeply, feeling great sorrow in her heart. After a long time, she withdrew her gaze and walked towards the dragon chariot.
The long line started off again, but no one shouted "Long Live" anymore. The people gradually became silent, looked at them with timid and numb expressions, and looked at them with open eyes.
Except for the sound of the wind, the sky and the earth were completely silent, and the snow was like wadding, covering and accumulating, covering everyone's hearts heavily.
The following, conformity, fanaticism, and deep-seated respect and awe for the emperor gradually subsided in the ice and snow.
Queen Nangong's plain clothes made people finally seem to realize that the emperor is leaving the capital, and the emperor does not want them anymore.
A fear deeper than that of the city gates crashed down, leaving hundreds of thousands of people in a trance not knowing where they came from, and not knowing where they were going.
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Zhu Xian stood on the carriage, clinging tightly to Che Shi, holding Lu Qianhai's confession book in his hand and reciting every word in it loudly.
More than thirty high-ranking ministers were surrounding the carriage, holding hands to form a human wall.
At the front of the crowd, Pan Tangfeng, the political counselor of Daqian, was wrestling with several soldiers, waving and biting them wildly, and even barking when he got angry, causing the people around him to burst into laughter.
It would be okay if they were ordinary officials, but for these officials, without the emperor's order, no matter how great the general here is, they would not dare to deal with them easily.
As a result, the situation became such that not only could the ministers who were entangled together be unable to be separated, but they even opened their mouths and spat at them and cursed them indiscriminately.
Zhao Ning stood outside the crowd, with Manager Chu holding an umbrella for her. Beside her were several maids holding thermoses. The dim lights of the thermoses illuminated her white clothes.
"No one is listening at all," Manager Chu sighed, "No matter how loud Mr. Zhu's voice is, it can't be as loud as the people watching the excitement."
"It's okay." Zhao Ning said.
"Isn't it a problem?"
"There are j people who can understand the account books and the written scientific names of y material and y party, and there are j people who can understand the ten loading and unloading specifications of the army's baggage classification? They don't need to understand, they just need to know
In the end, it is enough to know that Mr. Zhu is standing here tonight with reason."
Manager Chu nodded and said, "Tell it to those who understand, and do it to those who don't understand."
"Tomorrow you find some storytellers," Zhao Ning said, "and ask them to memorize the numbers Master Zhu said and remember the key details. They can spread them around teahouses and restaurants in the future."
"It's hard to spread the word about the current depression."
"As winter passes and spring comes, everything will recover."
"Okay, boss." Manager Chu agreed.
&
nbsp; Zhao Ning turned his eyes and returned to Ning Bin beside the carriage.
Since she appeared, Zhao Ning's eyes have been looking at her from time to time.
I was so shocked at first sight that I almost couldn’t stand it, and now I still feel the shock in my heart.
She had never heard Lin Youqing mention having a sibling sister, but Zhao Ning could not think of any other possibilities for the face of the woman in front of her besides her sibling sister.
There was movement behind him.
Everyone turned around.
Xun Fei saw that it was Minister Liao coming on horseback, with Lu Mingfeng following him, and he walked quickly: "Servant Liao!"
The Tianrong Guards have also arrived, making this matter much easier to handle. He, a deputy general of the Imperial Guard, can do nothing with these ministers, but the Tianrong Guards are different.
However, Lu Mingfeng's complexion seemed a bit too ugly.
Liao Nei's servant came to the horse and saw Xun Fei. He was about to speak, but when he saw the corpse over there, he was stunned: "General Xue Dai?! How could he..."
The servant Liao came all the way and saw many corpses and wounded soldiers. He was really shocked by the killing of the young man. Now that he saw that Xue Dai was also dead, the servant Liao's eyes widened.
"Where is that young man?" Xun Fei asked, "Has the servant Liao ever seen him? How is he? Is he dead?"
"Don't mention it." Waiter Liao said, raising his hand to touch his neck, only to feel that it was cold.
He received the Queen's decree and led people to deliver the order. He bumped into an oncoming young man on the road. He stretched out his hand to stop him. Unexpectedly, the young man ran up to him without giving him any face. As he ran, he swept his hand away. Fortunately,
Lieutenant Liao was followed by Habayashiro, who was very skilled and quickly swung his gun to fend off the attack. The young man did not show any intention of fighting and ran away directly.
At that time, when the spear struck, it was only one foot away from Liao's neck. If Habayashi hadn't blocked it quickly, Liao would have felt like he was a corpse on the cold snow.
Lu Mingfeng on the side was gritting his teeth.
Dead? It would be great if that boy was really dead!
This young man is brave and has great skills. He shoots like a dragon and shows no mercy. The last time Lu Mingfeng saw someone so capable was Li Xiao, the young prince of Jian'an Palace.
Not to mention one against a hundred, that would be too exaggerated, but it is true that they cannot be stopped without sufficient defense.
"Not dead?" Xun Fei asked in shock, "Where did that brat go?"
"Are you talking about us?" The girl's clear voice suddenly sounded cold.
Xun Fei raised his head, met the cold black eyes, and immediately clenched the weapon in his hand.
Everyone looked over.
"If you are talking about us, we are here." Xia Zhaoyi said again.
Shen Lie was riding on the horse, his hair was slightly messy on his forehead, and his forehead was smeared with sweat. There were big blood marks on his handsome face, and his skin became whiter by contrast.
The soldiers reacted and hurriedly raised their guns and pointed them at them.
Xia Zhaoyi and Shen Lie looked at Minister Liao at the same time.
Waiter Liao was looked at by them all. If he continued to stare without saying a word, he felt a cold feeling on his neck.
"Our family," said the servant Liao in a low voice, "what are you doing here?"
Oh, I remembered it.
Waiter Liao didn't dare to look at them as if he was escaping, and strode towards the carriage in the distance.
