Servants were running along the bright streets of Yizhou City to report the news.
Soon, the people who had gathered to observe mourning at the palace saw the elderly and sages approaching with a woman surrounded by them.
Every household in Yizhou City lit up white lanterns on the streets, and the night was invisible. But as the woman came, the night seemed to occupy the streets again.
"Take down the lights." The running servants still conveyed the request.
This request made the people confused and a little unhappy. Although this woman saved Yizhou City, His Royal Highness King Zhao died. This was his funeral. How could the lights be removed for her?
"This lady is injured and cannot see the light." The servants patiently explained, "Look, her attendant is holding an umbrella in his hand."
The people looked at the young guard walking beside Mrs. Wu, and sure enough they were holding an umbrella in their hands, although they were not open.
"Mrs. Wu is very sad and has been sitting at the place where the prince died until now."
"Mrs. Wu did not allow soldiers and horses to enter the city for fear of disturbing the people, so she took only one bodyguard to bid farewell to the prince."
Following the servant's explanation, the people no longer looked at the woman with surprise or displeasure, but only with sympathy, gratitude and sadness. I don't know who took the lead in saluting: "Thank you, Madam Wu, for your great kindness in rescuing her."
They saw with their own eyes how miserable the deaths of King Zhao and the others were and how ferocious the rebels were. If these soldiers and horses had not arrived, they would have been the next ones to be torn to pieces and tortured. Mrs. Wu's soldiers and horses were their saviors.
In front of Prince Zhao's palace, people cried and expressed their gratitude like waves.
Li Minglou stopped, and the sound was not sharp and bright, but a hoarse and whimpering voice that woke up her dull face and body.
Everyone in the city gathered in front of the palace. If they couldn't enter the palace, they stayed outside. At this time, the white lights were removed, the light was much darker, and it looked even more densely packed with shadows...
They all have shadows and are all living people.
At this time in that life, they were already dead or being massacred, but now men, women, old and young, wealthy civilians and even beggars and homeless people are either giving gifts, holding hands or kneeling to express their gratitude loudly, expressing their sorrow vividly.
She didn't save King Zhao, but it didn't change anything. These damn people all survived.
Maybe this is what King Zhao said is different this time, which is very meaningful.
Li Minglou leaned forward and returned the courtesy.
After receiving the response, the people's thanks became even more overwhelming.
The elders and sages of Yizhou City protected Mrs. Wu into the palace.
People outside the mansion were still grieving, but they were talking more about Mrs. Wu.
"I never knew women could lead troops."
"She doesn't look like those female heroes with kung fu either."
"You don't know kung fu and you dare to lead troops so far to rescue."
"Did she get injured because she led the troops to rescue others? She must have been disfigured. It's such a pity and respectability."
At this time, ordinary people knew limited news, but many wealthy people and village sages had already heard the key news.
The reason why Mrs. Wu was treated with such courtesy was not only because of her great kindness to Yizhou City, but also because she was the emperor's messenger and she held the first of the six seals, the emperor's seal.
It can be seen that the emperor relies heavily on her, and it also shows the emperor's attitude towards King Zhao. This is to ask her to deliver the seal letter to King Zhao, so that King Zhao can inherit the throne.
It's a pity that King Zhao...
In fact, King Zhao could have survived. If he called on everyone to defend the city, no matter how fierce the rebels were, they couldn't resist for three or four days. One or two days would be enough, even half a day. Mrs. Wu would arrive with reinforcements, and the crisis would be resolved.
But King Zhao was so benevolent that he would rather sacrifice his life to protect the people of Yizhou.
Thinking of this, sadness once again swept through the palace and the cries shook the sky. God will not bless Daxia, God will not bless Mingjun.
Hearing the cries outside the house again, Li Minglou looked back and sighed softly.
"Your Majesty has been caring and kind to the people of Yizhou for decades." An old man sighed and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.
Just now we have introduced that this is the head of the Huang family, a wealthy family in Yizhou. When the war started, people from the Yizhou government either died in the battle or ran away. Now, these wealthy families are in charge of the city.
Li Minglou had already walked into the palace and looked at the more than a hundred coffins placed in front of the palace. She was very shocked under the light. She had already heard from Patriarch Huang and others about the process of King Zhao leaving the city to fight to the death. King Zhao turned out to be so brave and kind.
Listening to Patriarch Huang and others talking about King Zhao, how King Zhao cared for the people and took the people of Yizhou out to sea to do business, this gave a clearer picture of King Zhao. Compared to King Lu, King Zhao was a benevolent and wise king.
Thinking of King Lu, Li Minglou shook his hand on his knee. Xiang Yun was the culprit who killed the Li family. King Lu could not be innocent. If Xiang Yun dared to exterminate the Li family, he must have obtained King Lu's hand.
Instruction.
Although he had never met King Lu, Liu Fan Jiangliang rarely told King Lu as a story, but he occasionally mentioned it without much praise, and in a few words he made comments about being ruthless, timid and suspicious.
If only King Zhao could survive, the fate of the Li family would be changed. Li Minglou looked at the tall coffin placed by King Zhao in the middle, but it was a pity...
She knelt down and bent over, burying her head in her hands. Is it a destiny that cannot be violated? It cannot be violated.
This woman fell into the same sadness outside the city again. Patriarch Huang and others stopped talking and looked at the coffin in front of the palace. They were also sad and confused. In the blink of an eye, Daxia was in chaos. What should we do next?
No amount of sadness can stop time. The night passes as usual, and the green light envelopes Yizhou City.
The patriarchs and sages elected by Yizhou City gathered together to discuss with exhaustion and haggardness.
"With the prince gone, the rebels may no longer be so sure to capture Yizhou, but without the prince, any one of us in Yizhou can come and seize it."
"The government officers and soldiers ran to death. The emperor is dead and so is King Zhao. No government officers and soldiers will be assigned to Yizhou anymore."
"We are rich in Yizhou. If the world is in chaos and the prince is gone, many people will inevitably seize us."
Patriarch Huang knocked on the corner of the table to interrupt the discussion in the room, and everyone looked at him.
"Your Majesty made arrangements for us before he died," he said, "entrusting Yizhou to Mrs. Wu."
Most of the people in the room were also in front of King Zhao at that time and heard this sentence, but they still had some doubts. They didn't know what Mrs. Wu was like, let alone Mrs. Wu's husband Wu Ya'er. I heard that he was very fierce.
one person.....
"Grandpa Patriarch." A young man jumped in, "Oh no, Mrs. Wu is leaving."
Leave? The people in the house suddenly panicked. They were still worried about Mrs. Wu taking over Yizhou City, but they didn't expect that she was leaving.
Everyone rushed over in a hurry, and several eunuchs were already surrounding Li Minglou.
"Young Madam, this is the warehouse of Prince Zhao's Mansion." An old eunuch choked with sobs and held up a ring of clattering keys. "The prince asked us to guard the warehouse and wait for the new owner."
King Zhao died alone and left the warehouse for the rebels, hoping that they would not plunder the people of Yizhou City. The people coming in now are not rebels, so use these rare treasures to ask her to protect the people of Yizhou. King Zhao knows well under the spring
This must be the intention.
Li Minglou shook his head: "I am not the new master."
"Mrs. Wu, you are." Patriarch Huang said hurriedly, "Prince Zhao entrusted Yizhou to you before his death. Have you forgotten?"
"Young madam, you can't leave."
"Young Madam, you cannot abandon us."
Others also choked with sobs and offered gifts to persuade him to stay.
Li Minglou said: "I'm not abandoning you. I have an urgent matter now and I have to take the first step. I will leave my troops to guard Yizhou City."
Is this so? Patriarch Huang and others hesitated.
"Young Madam, please check His Highness Prince Zhao's warehouse first." Patriarch Huang said carefully, "This is the most important thing in Yizhou City."
It is also the most precious. It contains the most precious treasures in the world. No one is not attracted by it and no one will give it up.
Li Minglou didn't look at him or the eunuch holding the key, he just called for someone to come.
The soldiers and horses are still outside the city. Xu Yue Zhou Xian, the fifth grader, has come over. Li Minglou's eyes stopped on Zhou Xian: "Commander Zhou, Yizhou City is entrusted to you. Is a thousand soldiers and horses enough?"
Zhou Xian was a little surprised and couldn't help but glance at Zhongwu and then at Li Minglou: "Me?"
Li Minglou nodded: "We are rushing to Xuanwu Road now. You are guarding Yizhou. Is a thousand soldiers and horses enough?"
Zhou Xiandao: "Of course it's enough, but..."
Before he finished speaking, Li Minglou raised his feet and stepped forward after hearing enough: "Let's set off."
Zhongwu responded, and Fang Er gathered around Li Minglou and walked quickly outside.
Zhou Xian wanted to say something else, but Patriarch Huang and others rushed over to squeeze him away. Mrs. Wu was really leaving! She was not trying to welcome her but refused to do so!
"Young Madam, Young Madam."
As this dark woman walked out, the white city of Yizhou surged.
No matter the efforts of Patriarch Huang to stay or Zhou Xian's hesitation, they could not stop Li Minglou. The whole team of soldiers and horses galloped away. Everyone could only watch from a distance outside the city gate, with expressions of confusion and disbelief.
"There are actually people who are not moved when they hear about King Zhao's treasure trove of rare treasures, nor even take a look." Patriarch Huang murmured in a low voice.
"She just gave Yizhou City to me? Shouldn't it be given to the middle five? That's her own person, why..." Zhou Xian on the other side also murmured, scratching his head, "Why
You seem to regard me as one of your own?"
There is no hesitation or doubt, this is a city, and there is also the prince's treasure house that the old men were whispering just now. The prince's treasure house is bigger than Fan Yangjun's warehouse hidden in the small town...
"Isn't she afraid that I will give it to the general?" Zhou Xian murmured, then he made a sound and put his hands on his hips to correct himself, "Of course I want to give it to the general, I am a member of the general."