While they were talking, he went up with his sword and whispered to Shen Lie, and then left with Shen Lie.
Liang Jun watched them disappear through the courtyard gate, his brows frowning more and more.
His elbow was lightly hit by someone.
When Liang Jun came to his senses, Zhuge Ying looked at him and asked him what was wrong.
Liang Jun shook his head invisibly and said nothing. Several guesses and ideas sprouted in his mind, growing stronger and stronger, and he felt a little excited for no reason.
Shen Lie came out of the side door of Dongping Academy. It was much cooler than the larger door, with only a few people sleeping here.
After carrying the sword here and going back, he observed Shen Lie's expression all the way. After he made sure that Shen Lie was not annoyed by the looks and mutterings of those young men, he felt relieved.
In fact, before this, Zhijian knew what most people in the Jingzhao circle thought of Shen Lie.
Not only the young men I bumped into today, but also the ladies and ladies in my own backyard who occasionally mentioned Shen Lie, they all teased him. Although they didn't mean it, the contempt and contempt in their words could be understood by holding a sword. Not to mention those expressions such as those with "two surnames", "uneducated and unskilled bastards", and "bereaved children who are living under someone else's roof and have no home to return to", etc., which are really harsh.
Fortunately, people are different. Shen Langjun has the air of Tsinghua University and likes holding a sword very much.
After sending Shen Lie away, he bumped into Mr. Zhan Chen's Song Wu on the way back with his sword in hand. Song Wu hurriedly ran inside, his steps very fast.
Seeing the sword in his hand, Song Wu suddenly stopped and said, "Are you the follower of General Song?"
"Yeah..." Holding the sword was a little scared by his appearance.
"I'm going to find my husband. You go to General Song quickly," Song Wu said quickly, "A message came from Jingzhao Mansion, saying that Yongding Gate can no longer hold up and is really going to break the city. !”
Holding the sword, his eyes widened: "What?!"
"Go, go, go!" Song Wu, "This time it's true!"
Holding the sword, his heart beat wildly, he nodded hurriedly, turned around and ran to another place.
All the refugees outside are now heading towards the Yongding Gate. There are people all over the mountains and plains, densely packed. From a distance, they can hear the roar from the front. The sound is as loud as thunder, and tens of thousands of people are shouting "open the city gate" in unison.
Howling strong winds blew across the knee-deep snowy wilderness, blowing up flakes of snow in the sky, on the ground, and in the distance, crossing into each other and forming a vast white mist.
On the towering city gate, the soldiers were panting, opening their eyes sleepily and tiredly, looking at the people under the city wall in horror.
In addition to the people who were shouting crazily, more people were piling up corpses. They dragged the corpses, paved them along the city wall, and stepped on the corpses to make hills.
How many people are shot, there are as many "bricks".
The soldiers had killed so many people that their crossbows were almost out of arrows.
What broke their hearts even more was that they learned not long ago that the emperor had left the city, and all government agencies were empty. Except for the imperial guards who were sent to guard the city gate, the concubines, the emperor's heirs, and all the civil and military officials had left. Er Jing!
I heard that literati students were brutally killed on several long streets...
It is said that the emperor ordered the books to be moved away from several historical big bookstores in the capital. If they could not be moved, a fire was set...
I heard that Qingshan Academy was burned to the ground by the Xuanwu Army...
I heard that Dongping Academy was almost destroyed...
Now the only one left who can maintain order in the capital is the Jingzhao Mansion. The people sent there have not returned yet, but even if they come back, will they be able to bring back any good news?
"Open the city gate!"
"Open the city gate!"
…
The people shouted loudly and shouted loudly.
The people at the back pushed forward and rushed towards the ancient and thick city gate. They were squeezed in and out, and countless people were trampled. The people at the front were pushed against the city wall and gate, unable to move.
Except for the thousands of soldiers inside the city gate, the endless long streets were completely white and empty, with not a single civilian in sight.
The soldiers were all tired, tired and hungry. There was a long stretch of people sleeping under the city wall. Many people could not sleep because of the movement outside the city. They stared at the sky with their eyes open, their eyes empty and confused.
At this time, a huge exclamation and noise suddenly sounded from the city wall.
"What is that!" someone shouted.
"OMG."
"Vice General Pei! Go find Vice General Pei!"
…
The soldiers below the city were startled. Many asked what happened, and some grabbed their spears and ran up the city wall.
After climbing up the high wall and seeing several huge creatures coming from a distance, everyone was stunned.
Three tall marching buildings were slowly pushed forward. Dozens of ladder trucks and assault rifles were followed below the marching building. They appeared on the wild ground, and the surrounding refugees avoided them one after another. Some opened their mouths and cried, and knelt down directly in front of them.
On the snow, kowtow again and again.
The soldiers on the city wall seemed to be frozen, watching them approach in a daze.
"The people pushing the cart are civilians," a captain murmured, "not soldiers."
"But where do civilians get these things?"
"Who gave it to them?"
Yeah, everyone else is wondering who gave it to them.
At this time, an urgent order came from behind for the respective battalions to assemble. Except for the soldiers on duty on the city wall, the rest of the soldiers were strictly ordered to assemble as quickly as possible.
At the same time, the refugees outside the city gradually discovered the marching buildings and chariots coming slowly behind them. Their emotions became high and excited, and they cheered loudly.
Fang Guanyan sat on the carriage and watched the marching buildings go away.
Whether it was because the charcoal in the carriage was too hot or because the blood in his body was too surging, his palms were now covered in hot sweat.
Fang Guanyan took out his handkerchief and wiped it, looking excitedly and expectantly.
Several bursts of horse hoofbeats came from the northwest at a very fast speed.
The coachman shouted from outside: "Sir!"
The guards surrounding the carriage immediately guarded the surroundings.
Five powerful horses came running forward. The man leading them was tall and burly, with a furious look on his face. After dismounting, he strode directly towards the carriage.
The guards hurriedly stopped him, and the man punched one of the guards. He didn't hesitate to fight, got rid of the entanglement, and stepped onto the carriage.
"Fang Guanyan!" Yang Changjun shouted violently, grabbed Fang Guanyan's collar, pulled the man in a thick Chinese robe directly out of the carriage, and threw him onto the snow.
The snow was deep and Fang Guanyan was wearing thick robes. Apart from feeling heavy, clumsy and uncomfortable, he felt no pain at all.
But then, severe pain came from the tip of his nose, tears burst out of his eyes, and he was hit in the face by Yang Changjun's fist as big as a sandbag.
"Where is my eldest brother!" Yang Changjun shouted angrily, "Where is the Crown Prince! Where is Guo Ting!"
Screaming and cursing, he hit Fang Guanyan in the face with another fist.
"Hahahahaha..." Fang Guanyan laughed with tears in his eyes.
"Where's my eldest brother!" Yang Changjun shouted again and punched him again.
"Master Yang!" The guards stepped forward to stop him one after another, but no one could stop him.
Fang Guanyan's eyes were blurry with pain, and his mouth was still smiling.
"Hahaha..." He smiled brighter and louder, as if he didn't know the pain on his face.
