Various civil and military ministers, headed by Cheng Xizhi, knelt down in the square in front of the palace to greet him.
In front of the entire city, Cheng Xizhi personally put the silver python robe symbolizing the throne on Shen Fengchu, and the former Crown Prince officially proclaimed himself the king.
"The King of the Northwest is a thousand years old!"
All the troops and people knelt down and shouted loudly to the sky.
From then on, the northwest county lost a dandy prince and gained a young prince.
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Western Xinjiang, checkpoint.
A dusty old man tremblingly took his pass document from the hands of the soldiers guarding the pass. He walked out of the pass with his thin waist and led the thin horse, and walked all the way to a place where no one could see him. Stop.
Turning around, he stared at the northwest county in the distance. His waist, which was still bent before, had become as straight as a sword.
"Shen Fengchu, Yunchu, if I don't avenge this, I, Shaobu, will never be a human being!"
This man disguised as an old man was none other than Shaobu, the son of the high priest Dama.
Now, he already knew that his father's death and his ability to escape to heaven were just a plot arranged by Yunchu and Shen Fengchu.
It can be said that the reason why Wala was defeated so miserably this time was partly due to him.
If it weren't for the secret letter that was replaced by Yun Chu, the always cautious high priest Dama would not have marched towards Longmen City so easily. It is possible that this battle would not have been lost so miserably.
He knew that his father's body was in Longmen City, but he did not dare to go because he knew very well that it must be a trap set up by Shen Fengchu and Yunchu. As soon as he showed up, death would be waiting for him.
Kneeling on the gravel-filled ground, Dama nodded three times in the direction of the northwest county.
"Father, wait for me, I, Shaobu, will definitely fight back to the northwest to avenge you!"
After getting up and jumping on the thin horse, Shaobu hit the horse and galloped forward.
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Three days later.
In Yangguan City, the Northwest King was buried with a heavy weight.
Shen Fengchu and Yun Chu were both dressed in plain white filial piety clothes. On their sides, the Wild Wolf Army and the Imperial Guards were all wearing filial piety belts. The people of Yangguan City were even wearing linen and filial piety belts, escorting them all the way out of the city for several miles.
He has been in office for more than ten years, protecting the northwest with iron and blood, and protecting the people with soft governance. He regards the northwest as his own.
After changing his heart, the people in the northwest will naturally treat him as family.
Paper money is like snow, covering the streets.
In Yangguan City, pear blossoms were in full bloom, and it seemed that the entire Yangguan City was paying filial piety to him.
In the northwest royal mausoleum, the heavy coffin was slowly lowered into the tomb, and was buried with the late princess. Also buried with him was his armor-piercing gun.
In the royal tomb, all the troops were in mourning, and many generals were crying bitterly.
Shen Fengchu didn't cry, he just carefully held the soil with his hands and carefully planted the wild orchid grass he personally took from the distant lake on both sides of his father and mother's tombstones.
"My mother likes the smell of this flower the most. When I was a child, I liked to smell the orchid smell on her body the most!"
He whispered to Yunchu.
Yun Chu carefully poured two cups of tea and two cups of wine with his gauze-wrapped hands, and bowed respectfully to the tomb three times.
"Father, mother, and daughter-in-law Yunchu will pour you tea and toast!" She stood up and poured the tea and wine slowly in front of the tomb. "Don't worry, you two, I will be with you in Fengchu from now on!"