It turned out that Ji Benqing and others had not reached the prince at the gate of the East Palace, but they were still unwilling to give in, so they mounted their horses and went straight to the river in an attempt to make a final struggle.
When they rushed to the pier, they saw the prince on the bow of the ship at a glance, but the planks of the ship had been pulled down, and it was impossible for them to jump onto the bow of the ship.
The civil servants had no choice but to get off their horses, kneel on the riverside, kowtow to their heads and cry desperately, shouting heartbreakingly: "Your Highness, don't abandon the capital! Your Highness..."
Seeing the officials kneeling down and crying as if they were mourning for their heirs, Zhu Gaochi on the boat had blood-red eyes and couldn't help but tremble all over. He hurriedly ordered: "Don't sail yet!"
The naval officer looked at Wang Xian in embarrassment. Wang Xian's face was expressionless, but the officer did not dare to say anything.
"I told you to stop the ship! Did you hear that?!" Seeing that no one gave the order, the prince roared angrily, and the officer shuddered and was about to give the order according to the prince's wishes.
"Weight anchor!" Unexpectedly, Wang Xian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly started shouting loudly, so loudly that it could be heard by the entire dock, not only on the ship.
"You..." The prince was furious, but the person who said this was Wang Xian. He really couldn't bear to curse, so he held it back in one breath and trembled all over.
"Wang Xian! You domineering and treacherous minister!" The civil servants on the dock could not control that much, so they began to curse loudly and vented their anger on him: "How dare you hold the prince hostage! You don't want to live anymore.
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"You are a sinner for the ages! You will be infamy for eternity!" Amidst the roar of the anchor, the curses became louder and louder than the last, and each wave became more unpleasant.
"Sail!" Wang Xian was indifferent and said two more words from between his teeth.
The sails were raised high, and the heavy official ship slowly sailed away from the dock. The speed gradually increased, getting farther and farther away from the shore, and the curses became intermittent.
The desperate ministers fell to the ground and cried bitterly. Some even jumped into the river with a splash and swam desperately towards the prince's boat... However, everything was in vain. The prince's boat went down the river, and soon there was only a black spot left.
On the pier, Ji Benqing, who had become a clay figure, with tears and dirt on his face, hissed in despair: "The capital can't be saved..."
The ministers once again burst into tears in despair, and the cries circled the river and lingered for a long time...
The cry has been lingering in the prince's ears for a long time...
Wang Xian knelt in front of the prince, bowed his head to apologize, and could not stand for a long time.
The monarch and his ministers knelt and stood like this for a whole hour before the prince whispered: "Get up, I don't blame you..." With the wisdom of His Highness, the prince certainly knew that Wang Xian was taking the blame for himself. He didn't
Like his father, he will take the sacrifice of his subjects as a matter of course.
"Your Highness..." Wang Xian rubbed his stinging knees and struggled to stand up. The prince stretched out his hand to him, his eyes full of guilt.
Wang Xian hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the prince's hand and stood up with the prince's help. The emperor and the minister were speechless for a moment, and Wang Xian said softly: "The wind is strong on the river, so your highness should go into the cabin to rest."
The prince shook his head, his eyes full of nostalgia and said: "I want to see more of the scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and I can remember as much as I can..."
"There will definitely be a chance to come back." Wang Xian has forgotten his original position and no longer takes moving the capital to Beijing as a matter of course. If he had to choose, he would be willing to help the prince...
The prince nodded and stood with Wang Xian until dark, but the prince still refused to go back. Wang Xian had to urge again: "Your Highness, you haven't eaten for a day, and you can't see clearly anymore..."
Zhu Gaochi, however, stared intently at the river bank. There was a vague light in the distance, and his mood became strange. After a while, he whispered: "This is Zhenjiang."
Wang Xian froze. Naturally, he could not forget that a year ago, in the shocking bloody battle here, 40,000 officers and soldiers loyal to the prince died heroically...
"I want to pay homage to them." Zhu Gaochi whispered, "Just do it quietly."
Wang Xian nodded, and hurriedly found the tribute and incense burner for Zhu Gaochi, and placed it in the direction facing the river bank. The prince personally twisted the incense, bowed solemnly three times towards Zhenjiang, and then carefully inserted it into the incense burner.
Wang Xian served wine to the prince again. The prince walked to the side of the boat and poured the wine into the river. When he turned around, Wang Xian clearly saw that his eyes were filled with tears.
Wang Xian also followed the prince's example and paid homage to the dead soldiers. When he got up, he heard the prince's low and sad voice?, ringing in his ears.
"In my eyes, they are not officers and soldiers, but living lives. I have chatted with many of them. Everyone has their own family and their own life," Zhu Gaochi said while holding the railing.
Tears flowed down his cheeks: "But right here, because of me, a total of 40,000 lives have disappeared, and 40,000 families have been broken..."
"This is the fate of being a soldier," Wang Xian sighed and comforted: "Your Highness, don't blame yourself too much."
"How can I not blame myself? If they died on the grassland or in Annan, they would have sacrificed their lives for the country and died a worthy death. I will only be proud of them!" Zhu Gaochi shook his head in pain and said: "But they died at the hands of our brothers.
What a dirty power struggle! And..." Zhu Gaochi held the railing tightly with emotion, and the thick wooden railing rattled when he grabbed it!
The lights on the boat were lit, and the face of His Highness the Crown Prince was reflected, which was a bit ferocious. I heard him continue angrily: "And after their death, they were not recognized by the court, and their surviving families were not able to receive pensions! How could I not blame myself?
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"Hey..." Wang Xian had to change his words: "As long as His Highness can implement benevolent government, it is the best reward for the victims."
"That's what I think too..." The prince nodded sadly, but the look of self-blame on his face became more intense: "But I can't do anything! I want to punish the King of Han severely, but my father only does it indifferently.
Let him rule Shandong! I wanted to stop my father from moving the capital, but he didn't pay attention at all!" At this point, he was filled with anger and punched the railing hard. Wang Xian only heard a click, and he didn't know if the railing was broken.
"There is nothing we can do about the dragon lurking in the abyss." Wang Xian sighed softly and said: "Your Highness, you are still just the prince after all. It doesn't matter if you can't do some things for the time being. As long as you have this determination, you will be able to do it sooner or later."
"Hey..." Zhu Gaochi looked at his hands, "I am almost forty years old. I am not confused at forty. I can no longer deceive myself with such words..."
At this point in the conversation, it was no longer possible to continue. The two were speechless for a moment, and the prince finally whispered: "Go back."
After sending the prince back to the cabin to rest, Wang Xian also returned to his room. When he walked to the door, he glanced at the guard standing by the door, frowned and whispered: "Come in with me."
The handsome Jin Yiwei stuck out his tongue and lowered his head to follow him in. Zhou Yong, who was standing on the other side, looked embarrassed. He opened his mouth to explain something to Wang Xian, but the door slammed shut. Zhou Yong looked unhappy and in trouble.
The meaning of approaching...
In the cabin, Wang Xian sat down on a chair and looked at the handsome soldier with a sullen face. The soldier was so frightened by him that he had to raise his hands in surrender and said, "I didn't trust you, so I followed him out.
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"Don't do this." Wang Xian said with a dark face: "I have a whole army of guards and horses to protect me, what should I worry about?!"
"That's right..." The little soldier's dark eyes were rolling, and suddenly he had an idea: "I can also make your bed and fold the quilt, those guys are clumsy..."
"Just you?" Wang Xian sneered: "It's enough for me to make your bed and fold the quilt..."
"That's OK." The soldier smiled happily when he heard this. His smile was as bright as a spring flower. As soon as she took off her helmet, her black hair fell down like a waterfall. Who was it if it wasn't Lingxiao? Lingxiao took off the helmet casually.
He threw himself and sat down on the bed, with his two straight long legs resting on Wang Xian's knees without hesitation.
"Go away!" Wang Xian moved her legs away, stood up and said fiercely: "Zhou Yong is getting more and more stupid, how dare he openly collude with others!"
Zhou Yong, who was holding his breath and listening outside, couldn't help but shudder. The look on his face was uglier than crying.
"What collusion between inside and outside?" Lingxiao stopped, and with a flick of his legs, he dragged Wang Xian down on the bed, turned over and pressed him down, stretched out his hand to twist his ears, and said angrily: "You said
Understand, who is the outsider?"
Although Wang Xian kept practicing, he still had no chance of winning against Ling Xiao, so he simply did not struggle and said helplessly: "This is not the point."
"This is it!" Ling Xiao stared at Wang Xian. The two were face to face, and they could feel each other's breath. Wang Xian only felt that this girl's skin was so good, and she could keep up with her at such a close distance.
The fine porcelain is as delicate and has a healthy rosy color, and... the figure has developed so well without knowing it... you can tell without looking at it.
The atmosphere in the cabin became charming. Lingxiao felt the changes in Wang Xian's body and subconsciously touched it. Wang Xian exclaimed, and then she suddenly woke up. Her pretty face turned red and she jumped up, but her little hands forgot about it.
Let go...
"Ouch!" Wang Xian screamed, arching his body in pain, like a prawn.
"You're dead." Ling Xiao's face was like a red cloth, and she was holding on to the corner of her clothes coyly. Her big, watery eyes occasionally glanced at the area covered by Wang Xian's hands.
Wang Xian was ashamed and annoyed, so he simply turned his back and ignored this crazy little girl... well, she couldn't be considered a little girl anymore.
"How stingy." Lingxiao curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I'll be gentler next time."
"There's still a next time?!" Wang Xian said angrily: "As soon as the ship docks, I'll have someone take you back!"
"you dare?!"
"See if I dare!" Wang Xian snorted angrily.
The two faced each other in silence for a moment. Wang Xian heard the low sobs. He endured it again and again, and looked back. He saw Ling Xiao full of tears and looking very sad. Even a hard-hearted person would soften after seeing this.