As night falls, the town becomes deathly quiet and eerie.
Tiny footsteps walked through it, and a beam of fire suddenly lit up in the dark night. Soon more torches were lit, and chaotic footsteps poured into the town like a tide, and the firelight illuminated the scene after the catastrophe.
"There are no living people in the town." Zhong Wu came to Li Minglou and said.
Li Minglou was silent for a moment: "Find some supplies and take a quick rest."
Some people rested on the spot, while others continued to search. Soon there was a noise in the town, and Xu Yue came quickly with a smile on his face under the firelight.
"Young madam, find a room full of rice, flour, wine, meat, and gold, silver, and jewelry," he said.
Zhongwu nodded: "The rebels we killed earlier were guarding the warehouse here."
Li Minglou said: "Eat tonight's meal, take tomorrow's meal, and burn the rest."
Since it is the food and fodder for the rebels, of course it must be burned and not kept for them to eat and drink. Zhou Xian responded and asked again: "The gold, silver and jewelry should be transferred to hiding first?"
Li Minglou looked at him and seemed a little confused: "Why hide them?"
Zhou Xian was also puzzled: "Then burn them too?"
Li Minglou nodded: "Yes."
"But, those are gold and silver jewelry..." Zhou Xian stared.
Li Minglou said: "What are the uses of gold, silver and jewelry? You can't eat or drink them."
What Zhou Xian wanted to say, Xu Yue said first: "Young Madam is right, we don't have time to hide these now, we have to continue on our way after eating. Judging from the time for the body to decompose, it has been three days since Fan Yangjun.
"
After saying that, he took the torch from the soldier next to him.
"I'll go with you."
Li Minglou nodded: "You go ahead and change shifts as soon as possible to have a rest and have a meal."
Xu Yue and Zhou Xian responded and left side by side. Xu Yue immediately kicked Zhou Xian as they left.
"What are you doing? You are confused." He whispered, "What kind of gold, silver and jewelry are you hiding at this time!"
"Just do it casually." Zhou Xian argued, "It won't waste any time."
Xu Yue raised her feet again and stared.
Zhou Xian hurriedly dodged: "Okay, okay, I know I was wrong!"
Only then did Xu Yue give up.
"That's money after all. I was thinking of bringing some to the capital to give to Crow." Zhou Xian whispered again, "Just stuff some with you and it won't take up the weight of the place."
Xu Yue sighed: "You still said that!" and asked, "Have we got what we need?"
At this time, they had already reached the warehouse, and the soldiers were discussing in low voices around them. When they heard a question, a general responded.
Xu Yue threw the torch in his hand, and the soldiers also threw the torch in without hesitation, and the town burst into flames.
Li Minglou turned his back to the firelight. Xu Yue's words about gold, silver and jewelry were finished as soon as she said them, and she didn't care.
"The rebels have hoarded looted materials here. The situation in Yizhou must be very critical," she said.
Zhongwu said: "There should be soldiers and horses on King Zhao's side, but I don't know how."
There is no confidence in saying this. Not to mention that they don’t know how the soldiers and horses of King Zhao are, they don’t even know what kind of person King Zhao is. Many times, they forget that there is King Zhao.
Li Minglou didn't know what kind of person King Zhao was, let alone what his soldiers and horses were like.
The soldiers and horses should not be very good, otherwise King Zhao would not be killed.
King Zhao's qualifications were not very good. The intelligent and versatile emperor disliked this stupid kid very much. He was entrusted to the remote Yizhou early. The father and son have not seen each other for decades.
No one mentioned King Zhao for decades, and after King Zhao died, not much was spread about him. From the stories of Jiang Liang and Liu Fan, we can outline a greedy, lustful, fat, stupid and mediocre prince.
"This prince dares to lead the entire palace to fight the rebels to protect the people in the city. He is not considered mediocre." She commented at the time.
The evaluations circulated and written in history books are also such evaluations.
Liu Fan chuckled and blew the fragrant tea: "You can also believe what the history books say."
This time Jiang Liang did not refute, but thought thoughtfully: "It is also said that when the rebels arrived, King Zhao took the palace people out of the city to surrender and greet them. He wanted to continue to be a wealthy prince, but unfortunately he was intimidated by the need to establish his authority and fame.
The rebels killed him without ceremony."
There are different opinions and no consensus.
King Zhao died, Yizhou was massacred, and the world was in chaos, but no one went to find out the truth. The new emperor who returned to the capital after the chaos didn't need the truth.
Li Minglou looked to the east. The night was so dark that he couldn't even see the stars.
Can she see the truth in this life?
Going east and east, across the deserted land, countless stars appeared on the ground, and the starlight surrounded a city from night to dawn.
Seeing the racks and boxes and stacks of rare treasures in this hall displayed in the light, King Zhao, who was nearly fifty years old and still had black hair, stood at the door and cried like a child.
"My baby, my baby." He cried as he walked over and stretched out his hand to touch it, "I have saved it for decades."
His body was very fat, and his brand-new princely clothes were tight and tight, which made him unable to breathe after crying for a while, so he had to pull at his clothes to catch his breath.
"If I had known there would be a day when I would need to wear this, I should have made a fitting one earlier." He sighed, lamented the clothes, and cried again against a box full of jewelry.
The eunuchs who were following him were also crying.
"Your Majesty, burn all these." A gray-haired eunuch said.
King Zhao hurriedly closed the box: "No, no, let's give it to the people in Ankang Mountain, lest they see us burning it and get angry and kill people."
The gray-haired eunuch nodded: "Your Majesty is right, the reputation of Yizhou City and Tianjia can be given away, so a house full of treasures is nothing."
The other eunuchs in the palace lowered their heads, and the atmosphere was a bit solemn and awkward.
King Zhao pulled on his clothes to make himself more comfortable, and sighed: "Daxi, there is no need to say this, no need."
The old eunuch who was called Daxi sighed: "Your Majesty, Daxi entered the palace at the age of ten, and was given the prince's companionship by Your Majesty. Daxi is a slave of the Tian family, and he will be a slave of the Tian family even after he dies. Daxi is an imperfect person, and he will have no shame to die.
To see my parents and ancestors, if I follow the prince and kneel in front of the rebels now, my face will be lost, and even if I die, I will not be able to see the face of the Tian family."
King Zhao muttered helplessly: "Whatever you want, then whatever you want, it's all like this."
Daxi kowtowed to him and then raised his head: "I want to die first."
"That's it." King Zhao couldn't bear it any longer. He untied the belt of the prince's dress, finally exhaled smoothly, and looked at Daxi again, "Then you die."
The overjoyed response was: "I will no longer serve the prince."
After saying that, he took out a knife from his sleeve and stabbed it hard into his chest. He bent over and fell down, and blood spread on the ground.
All this happened so suddenly that the surrounding eunuchs screamed in fright.
King Zhao was also startled and pointed with his hand: "Oh my God, why are you hiding the knife? If it gets out, it will cause trouble for us."
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(Unbelievable, another year has passed. I wrote fewer words during the holidays. Everyone had a better time during the holidays.)