On the Bohai Sea, there was a storm, and waves and rain gradually appeared.
At this moment, the Zhao Guan family under the pavilion attached to the Bajiaojing of Dalonggong Temple couldn't help but feel a little startled, and then continued to eat the milk cake while looking towards the sea in the distance.
After a while, the wind rolled up the waves, the clouds pressed down and the rain fell, and it was indeed stormy on the sea. Standing in the pavilion, Zhao Jiu saw from a distance that the surrounding fishing boats were rushing back to the island, but before they reached the shore, there were already white waves and heavy rain.
, which can’t help but make people worried.
However, anyone with a little sense knows that worries come from worries. In this situation, no one can decide the safety and direction of the fishing boat. It seems that in the great tide of the times that has passed, or is about to end, no one knows how many people have followed.
With the ups and downs of the times, it's like you can't help yourself.
However, the war is over, a new era is coming, and some things must finally be settled.
The seas and mountains remain unchanged through the ages, and the traces of the Qin, Wei, Wu, and Tang sects are still vividly visible. However, countries have risen and fallen, and times have changed. Some things seem to have remained the same, but they seem to have been completely different.
While thinking about it, the big waves had already rolled up, looking like mountains... The island is naturally higher than the sea level, and although Dalonggong Temple is at the foot of the mountain in the southeast, this famous octagonal well is in a lower position because of the need for water.
Therefore, this place does not look stable, but it looks like it is facing the waves and the wind.
As Zhao Guan's family stood next to the Bajiao Well, the amount of milk cakes in their hands gradually slowed down until it stopped.
Let's say that when Zhao Jiu came to Juhua Island, he had the intention of visiting "Jieshi". Of course, he remembered the poem "Changing the world". He consciously reversed the overall situation of the Song and Jin Dynasties. After ten years of hard work, he had some achievements, so in his heart
Can't hold it back.
However, he passed through the Jieshi Mountain, climbed to Qinhuangdao, and looked at the Jieshi in the sea, but he remained speechless.
The reason is self-explanatory. It was early summer and midsummer at that time, and it was also tomorrow in the sky. The sea and mountains were quiet and clear. Where did the "bleak autumn wind is now again" come from out of thin air, and where did the "heavy rain falling on the swallows" come from?
Moreover, at that time, Zhao Jiu had not waited for the news of the deaths of Qin Hui and his wife, Wanyan Onben, Wanyan Hela, Wanyan Xiyin and others. He was still somewhat unsure of the matter of completely ending the war, and indeed he was a little timid.
state.
Adding the two together, there are no words after all.
But then again, today, autumn is about ten days away, and the Jin Kingdom has been completely "annihilated". The Jurchens surrendered, Goryeo and Mongolia were in awe, and the northern Xinjiang was wiped out.
Order has also begun to fall, and the mood and situation are naturally different.
In fact, just as the wind and clouds were surging and the white waves were turbulent, he almost saw the exact same scene as that poem, and was led to some completely similar moods.
At this moment, with this situation, Zhao Jiu really wanted to hold the milk cake and sigh and say, "I have changed the world!"
However, even though his heart was about to burst out, he still didn't say it out. It seemed that there was still a thin film in his heart, which was just a little bit calm and natural.
"Official family."
Of course, Liu Yan didn't know the turmoil in Zhao Guan's family. He just saw that the wind and waves were getting bigger and bigger, and the rain was getting more and more urgent. He stepped forward to break the turmoil according to his duty. "The water vapor here is too heavy, so why not go back to the high ground courtyard to rest for now..."
Even when it comes to enjoying the scenery, the view is better there.”
"It doesn't have to be like this." Zhao Jiu shook his head disapprovingly, put the plate on the stone tablet next to the Bajiao Well, dusted his hands, and turned to look at his two confidants: "Actually, I just got a wonderful poem."
When it came to this matter, Liu Yan naturally stopped saying anything, but Lu Benzhong immediately raised his hand to greet him... When it came to poetry, he was very confident... After all, what is professionalism?
"The official lyrics must be exquisite." No matter what, let me give you some flattery first.
"It's just something I got by chance." Zhao Jiu shook his head with his hands behind his hands and laughed, but in the distance there were already winds and waves, and rain and fog. "But what I got by chance today is really wonderful... Poetry is a matter of looking at people and things, and the emperor
Those who write, those who write about major events, have some advantages; secondly, when it comes to rhetorical allusions, if they can be written with appropriate literary style and can be recalled and echoed, it will be a better one; thirdly, it depends on whether the predecessors have similar ideas, similar words and sentences,
If you can be the first to discuss it, it will be on another level."
"What the officials said is very true." Lu Benzhong, a poet himself, naturally understands everything he hears, even without reading it. "It's just like the poems of Mr. Zhao Liang, the master who finished... that morning, he is so domineering.
Dew, it has a two-story building, but because of his ridiculous status and the ridiculous purpose of this trip, the poems seem to have become shorter. But if the officials recited it in person, when Yan Yun returned and the Northern Expedition was successful,
, On the contrary, it has to be several floors higher. I think the 'excellent' idea that the officials were thinking at this time should be that it should be in line with the time, the situation, the people, the situation, and it has literary allusions and lofty intentions."
"good."
Zhao Jiu looked innocent.
Lu Benzhong thought for a while, then he was too lazy to continue to stir up the atmosphere, and directly handed it over: "I take the liberty of hearing about the 'excellence' of the official family."
"Ju Ren (Zhongzi Lu Ben)."
After hearing this, Zhao Jiu looked at the heavy rain and rushing waves outside the pavilion. Instead of reciting the poem, he suddenly returned to the business at the beginning. "How long do you think there will be peace in Northern Xinjiang after this edict?"
"Of course it will last for eternity." Lu Benzhong replied casually, but soon, after having been away from this official for almost a year, he recalled the other person's character, and then immediately laughed like a self-deprecation. "I'm not joking... Three
It should take five hundred years, right?"
"I'm still kidding." Zhao Jiu replied with a smile. "Two or three hundred years at most, but actually one or two hundred years is difficult."
Lu Benzhong was not stupid. He immediately realized what the other party was pointing out. But just when he was about to comfort him, Liu Yan couldn't bear it again: "In this case, why don't the officials level the northern border once and for all?"
"How can we get peace once and for all? If that's the case, I'm afraid we will only have peace and stability for fifty years at most."
Lu Benzhong was not afraid of the Liaoyang County King who had just given up the kingdom with one word, but soon, as Zhao Jiu glanced over, the Lu eldest son smiled honestly and bitterly at Liu Yan. "This is not what I said, it is actually going north this time."
My father's words while traveling in Tokyo... After my father received a message from Xianggong Xu (Xu Jingheng) from the southeast, he had a face-to-face discussion with Xianggong Zhao. It seemed that all three of them had the same idea, that if force was used in northern Xinjiang, the blood of the country would be depleted.
It’s not worth it... At this time, it is most appropriate for officials to give priority to checks and balances.”
Liu Yan immediately fell silent... Forget about him, even if Han Shizhong and Yue Fei came together, they were not qualified to deny the political consensus between Zhao Guan's family and several husbands.
Moreover, they are really not easy to talk about when it comes to money, food and logistics.
On the other side, Zhao Jiu listened to the sound of rain that almost merged with the sound of the waves, and laughed again: "Actually, you can't be so contemptuous of yourself... I am not just doing this for the sake of stability.
If it works properly and something is deeply rooted in people's hearts, in one hundred years or two hundred years the dynasties will change. I think there will still be some restrictions in Northern Xinjiang after all, right?"
Lu Benzhong wanted to say a few words of flattery on the topic of the national destiny, but as he already knew the official's character, he didn't know where to start, so he could only respond indiscriminately.
It was Liu Yan who couldn't accept it for a while: "What the officials and Lu Neizhi said before actually refer to the national destiny of our dynasty? Only two or three hundred years of such hard work?"
"This is already too much." Zhao Jiu answered frankly. "Now the imperial court has the same opinion. Before, they only compared me to Guangwu, but later they exaggerated it more and promoted it to Tang Zong... But even if Guangwu promoted the later Han Dynasty, it would not be the same.
By the 200th year, Taizong established the Tang Dynasty, which was only 2780 years ago... Even if this dynasty established a new dynasty, it was not qualified to transcend it, not to mention that Shen Ke had taken over many places in the south in the previous hundred years? "
"But a country like Goryeo has been around for more than two hundred years..." Liu Yan still found it difficult to accept. "And it doesn't seem like it will collapse on its own."
"Koryo might be able to come back for another two hundred years." Zhao Jiu said disapprovingly. "It's a small country with few people, living in a corner. It just needs to serve the big countries that border it... It's not like the Song Dynasty, which was too big."
After all, Liu Yan had been a Jinshi, so it wasn't that he didn't understand. It was just that when everything was settled, he felt a little sad and hard to accept when he heard these words coming from the official Zhao family and other ministers.
"Official family."
Liu Yan's face showed bitterness. "Is there really no unity and order for all things in the world?"
"Of course."
Zhao Jiu glanced at this confidant, but still didn't take it seriously. "If we look at China as a whole, it has been three to four thousand years since the Three Dynasties, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Two Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, and Five Dynasties to the present... As for
Zhao Song... who knows if I will have another son of Feng Heng and Yu Da as soon as I close my eyes?"
Liu Yan was speechless for a moment, and Lu Benzhong had something on his mind and did not dare to say anything.
"As for the surname of a family, if one generation wants to continue it for a long time, there is actually no way to go." Zhao Jiu continued as if to comfort the other party. "But firstly, it depends on whether the original school can flourish, and secondly, it depends on whether the original school can flourish.
First, it depends on whether future generations can understand current affairs, and thirdly, it depends on some luck... But in the end, it has nothing to do with you and me. If you and I do such a thing, it will turn into dust in a few decades, and then affect the rise and fall of the general trend for a hundred years.
It’s considered worthy of this world, mountains and seas, up and down, left and right… Why bother thinking about it?”
"What the official said is absolutely true, but I am the one who got the wrong answer." Liu Yan quickly handed over his hand.
Zhao Jiu nodded slightly, and then looked at the other silent minister amidst the roar of the waves: "Ju Ren, what are you thinking about? Do you think I am joking about Yuan Xue?"
"No, no." Lu Benzhong waved his hands quickly. "If these principles of heaven and earth are of no use, then what's the point of living? I just thought of something else..."
"Remembering Fenghengyu University?"
Zhao Jiu sneered for a moment. "Is it still my poem?"
"Of course it's the official poem." Lu Benzhong responded sincerely.
"That poem is indeed wonderful, but I haven't done anything yet, and I always feel guilty." Zhao Jiu was too lazy to care, and just looked at the waves with his hands behind his hands. "Therefore, just for the sake of being able to read this poem calmly, I have to do it."
Just do something..."
Lu Benzhong's face became increasingly pale.
Thousands of miles of northern Xinjiang were cleared, but there was heavy wind and rain at sea, forcing Zhao Guan's family to stay at sea for a while. At the same time, the Central Plains area where Tokyo City is located had clear skies for several days.
On the first day of late June, everything was peaceful.
In the morning, the doors of Tokyo City opened early, livestock, vegetables and fruits still entered through the Nanxun Gate, bulk goods still arrived along the Bianhe River early, and the whole city gradually woke up in the water vapor and sunshine.
It is obvious that while maintaining the usual peace and bustle, the city is faintly flourishing.
There is no doubt that this is the result of the great victory in the north and the destruction of the Jin Kingdom. The country is stable and people are yearning for the future. It is natural.
In fact, it had been several months since they learned about the great victory in the north. In the past few months, many details of the war had been transmitted. The people of Bianjing had gone from being doubtful at the beginning to gradually recognizing and being shocked. At this time, they had somewhat retreated. Although the north was
There are endless bizarre details about the war, and the contents in the newspapers are also detailed, and the topic on the streets can't escape the north, but in fact, the heat is gradually decreasing.
Officials were considering the political intentions of the government and the political threat of Yanjing. The common people needed three meals a day, tea, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.
But at the same time, maybe because I didn’t participate in it, didn’t witness it with my own eyes, and because the shadow of ten years ago was there, the whole city still has a feeling of not being happy enough, not transparent enough, not relieved enough... So
, I still can’t help but say it and discuss it.
This is a situation that seems contradictory, but is actually natural.
Shinsomon is the theoretical due east gate of Tokyo City. Enter from Shinsomon, go all the way to the west, pass right along the south wall of the palace city next to Xuande Tower, and finally leave from the due west Wansheng Gate.
However, because bulk goods all go through the Bianhe River, officials and livestock generally go through Nanxunmen, and there is Yichun Garden, which was newly converted into a racecourse, outside Chaoyang Gate further south, and the palace expenses can never be raised, so
Whether it is New Caomen or Inner City Caomen, they are more like vassals of the Maxing Street commercial district in the inner city.
Nowadays, most of the people who walk here every day are 'drivers' from Zhuangzi in the east of the city. They own fields and are farmers, but they do not delay the leisure time of farming. They push their carts into the city early every day, pick up the flags and send them off on Ma Xing Street.
Takeaway... This is a better place in the east of the city than in the west.
"What happened up front? Ma Fat, go and ask."
Zhao Luobu, the fourth shopkeeper of Fan Lou, is certainly not a food delivery person, but his family also lives outside the east gate, so he gets up early every day and collects fresh fruits, vegetables and fish eggs from the east side of the city, just for Fan Lou...
There wasn't much, but it was better than freshness. It was transported by the driver who delivered food in Fanlou, and there was still some change left. Today was of course no exception. But at this time, when he arrived at Xincaomen on a mule, he was shocked to find that,
This road seems to be impassable today.
Ma Pang is Fan Lou's delivery driver and a backup neighbor of Zhao Luobo's Tongzhuang. Hearing this, he immediately went forward to inquire. But after a while, he hurriedly returned and told the whole story:
"Uncle Zhao... the door is open, but the horse is blocked. There is a notice posted on it, and the doorman is also shouting, saying that there are military affairs at Xincao Gate today, and there will be no access before noon. We are asked to take a detour..."
"Get into his mother's military service."
Zhao Luobo was furious. "I walked up to him and told him to take a detour... The world is at peace. The Jurchen emperor has fled from Yanjing and died. Where is the military service? How can the Jurchens come again thousands of miles away?"
Ma Pang and the other Fan Lou riders just remained silent.
After Zhao Luobo finished scolding, he looked back at his own fleet behind him. He was helpless, so he carefully counted out a hundred cash from his arms and handed it to Ma Pang: "Isn't your boss doing something good here? Go and ask him.
When I asked... I just said that the building is waiting for the fire to start cooking and to provide food for my husband. There are so many people, and if we really go around to Chaoyang Gate, we will be delayed for more than half an hour."
Fatty Ma nodded repeatedly and immediately stepped forward to take the money. But when he turned around, he couldn't help but pout, secretly feeling that Uncle Carrot was too stingy... How could a hundred dollars be of any use to such a serious matter?
Do you still use the same tactics as when Fengheng Yu University was a university?
Sure enough, Ma Fatty went around the city with a hundred coins in his pocket, just to ask about the owner, and then ran back directly with the money in his arms:
"Uncle Zhao knows... As soon as I took out the money, all the gatekeepers noticed it. People said that before the military affairs, Fan Lou was nothing! The fourth shopkeeper was a fart again! The money was gone, and I suffered in vain.
We are only allowed to enter through the Chaoyang Gate from the south. A moment later is a moment of delay. There will be no food in Fanlou at noon, but we deserve it!"
Zhao Luobo, who was riding on the mule, looked green and red. He was obviously afraid of delaying things, but at the same time he was reluctant to part with the hundred dollars. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said, "You can't be the one who swindled the money, right? One hundred dollars are worth it."
Don’t allow familiar faces to come in? This didn’t happen during the Xuanhe years!”
Ma Fat just shook his head and smiled bitterly, causing the other riders and Lifu to laugh together.
The people from Fanlou gave me face, but the people from the other main store nearby didn't even bother to give face, and directly mocked: "Uncle Luobo, Emperor Jianyan is now in the court, and he hates what happened during the Xuanhe period the most... Why don't you tell me that you are twenty?"
What happened when we were growing radishes in the east of the city years ago? At that time, Captain Gao even bought your radishes!"
Zhao Luobo became more and more embarrassed and distressed, but in the end he had no choice but to order the convoy to turn to Chaoyang Gate.
But at this moment, the shopkeeper Fan Lou who was sitting on the mule turned around and was surprised to find that as the morning fog dispersed, smoke and dust were already billowing on the road to the east, as if there was a large army.
Come on.
This made him panic after having experienced Jingkang's escape and return, and he immediately made up his mind:
"Let's go, just go to Chaoyang Gate. Don't rush into the army."
Everyone started to move, but within a few steps, someone suddenly shouted from the city gate tower at Xin Cao Gate: "People on Ma Xing Street, it is really difficult to pass through Chaoyang Gate at this time... Zhang Shilang has an order, open the gate and let the horses pass.
Go to Maxing Street riders and get in first!"
Shopkeeper Zhao was confused and couldn't go around anymore, but there was a crowd in front of him and the army was approaching behind him, but he couldn't help but panic. He could only shout repeatedly, asking Fan Lou's car to follow him and not to leave the group without authorization.
The army was approaching in the distance, approaching the solid road in front of the door, and the smoke and dust gradually began to rise, and it became clear how large the incoming army was and how powerful it was.
Shopkeeper Zhao, who was used to fearing the army, became more and more panicked. He just pushed forward with all his strength, but finally entered the Xincao Gate before the army arrived. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to yell:
"Don't be greedy for watching the army. If you crack the eggs or drop the carrots, let's walk along the street...walk slowly and watch while walking...don't do either..."
Just as the Lifu riders were about to respond, they found that Zhao Luobo suddenly froze in place, and then looked at the city gate of the New Cao Gate, dumbfounded.
"Yes, it's a Jurchen..."
Zhao Luobo stared at the entrance to the city gate, his face turned pale, his teeth chattered, and he said an unbelievable sentence.
Ma Pang and others looked back together, and sure enough they saw the sergeants in the middle of the queue walking behind them. Some were wearing leather hats, and some were not wearing hats, but they had the typical money rat tail...or a single tail.
Or two tails on both sides and back... This is a typical Jurchen hair style.
In addition, many people were still wearing tattered leather armor, holding messy flags, carrying bows on their backs, and carrying empty quivers.
But no matter what, there is no doubt that this is the Jurchen.
In fact, not only Zhao Luobu Ma Pang and others, but the entire Xin Cao Sect suddenly fell into a complete and strange silence.
Most people didn't know what was going on, and the few who were thoughtful, including the insiders on the city gate tower, were strangely immersed in an eerie silence along with the people.
"It's the Jurchens! The Jurchens are fighting again!"
In the silence, Zhao Luobo suddenly roared, then urged the mule on his crotch, running forward along the street like crazy.
The morning had just passed, the street was wide, but there were not many people. The mule did not trample on anyone, so it carried its master and went into the city.
A group of riders and Lifu were all young people. They only looked at the direction in which Zhao Luobo ran away like crazy, but then turned back to look behind them... There, more and more Jurchens poured out of the doorway, but the two Jurchens
At the same time, there were several rows of royal camp sergeants on each side, all wearing armor and carrying sharp swords, strictly supervising and accompanying them.
The scene is unmistakable. This is the prisoner-of-war camp sergeant escorting the prisoner-of-war.
According to the Di newspaper, the total number of prisoners of war during the Huolu War was 70,000 to 80,000, including Jurchens, Bohai people, Khitans and other so-called true Tatars, no less than 40,000.
Wan Nuzhen was captured by the Tatars and paraded through the streets.
"Shopkeeper Han."
Just when most of the people stopped to look at the door, Fatty Ma touched the one hundred pennies strung together in his arms, sighed on the spot, and turned to one side to see a familiar shopkeeper from another shop.
"Excuse me, please lend me a mule, and I'll go chase Uncle Carrot to avoid any surprises... I'll feed you the fodder in the afternoon and deliver it to you."
"good……"
"Ride on my mule, my mule is strong."
Just when shopkeeper Na Han responded, a fat shopkeeper next to him got off the mule first and gave the reins to Ma Pang. "Be careful with your words... Don't laugh at him. He escaped from Jingkang and his family was destroyed...
Those of us who are older are actually afraid... I almost wanted to run just now."
Ma Fat responded, got on the mule, and went to pursue it.
Starting from the morning, as usual, the noise in Tokyo city became louder and louder throughout the morning. According to common sense, this noise will reach its peak before noon and then fluctuate. But today, there seems to be no noise in the city.
At the end, it has been rising surgingly, like a huge wave that never ends.
And everyone gradually came to know that because of the siege ten years ago, the officials had specially ordered Yang Yizhong, the king of Jingsai County, to return south early, gather prisoners of war, collect trophies, and parade them through the streets.
Only it might rain tomorrow, so I had no choice but to do it in advance.
Turning to the present, starting from Xincaomen in the east of the city, tens of thousands of Jurchen, Khitan, and Bohai captives are under the strict supervision of no less than their number of imperial soldiers, holding their dilapidated flags and wearing clothes still stained with mud.
Wearing leather armor, carrying a bow without strings, a scabbard without blades, and a quiver without arrows, he walked down the east-west street in the middle of Tokyo with his head lowered.
At the beginning, the reaction of the people in the city when encountering this team was no different from the scene inside the city gate. A few were panicked and hysterical, while the majority were silent, worried and cowed.
But as more and more prisoners entered the city, more and more messages came clearly. The people along the way began to cheer and shout, and began to abandon their preparations for the day's work and climb up the stairs like their own children.
Take to the streets, scream and spread the word.
Before reaching the inner city, some people had already started to attack the team, trying to bite and beat the prisoners, but they were stopped by the soldiers on both sides. The officials had an order. After today, these prisoners of war will be delivered to Xiliao one by one.
At the same time, the prisoners also changed from being numb at the beginning to fear, trembling, panic, and unspeakable horror.
They never thought that one day they would be afraid of these defenseless people.
When the prisoner team entered the inner city, more and more people came along the imperial street after hearing the news. The scene became more chaotic and restless. The imperial soldiers could hardly stop them, and some people even clashed with the soldiers in groups.
But soon, with the order from King Jingsai who presided over the ceremony, the soldiers regained order and respect... They began to prepare gold, silver, bronze and iron medals representing the enemy officers.
Take it out, every few people, and raise it high to both sides of the street.
At the same time, the prisoners were required to throw down their flags, scabbards, quivers, and bows along the street. They even had to take off their ragged leather armor and stuffy leather hats, and walked out of the west gate naked.
This plunged the whole scene into a kind of manic cheering.
On both sides of the street, the roofs of all the building sign corridors were occupied, not only to occupy a good view of the prisoners, but also to facilitate the soldiers who crossed both sides to throw stones and debris at the shirtless Jurchen prisoners.
When the team arrived at the Xuande Building opposite the Royal Street, the high ground on the streets on both sides had been completely occupied. At this time, someone suddenly started trying to throw coins... No one knew why. It might be that there was no more debris, so they threw coins.
Money, or maybe it was just some wealthy people giving money to the soldiers who held up placards as 'rewards' according to the custom of the sergeants' performances during the Fengheng Henan University... But it didn't matter, because soon, things got out of control.
Everyone rushed to throw everything around them at the imperial soldiers.
Coins, hairpins, jewelry, silks, headscarves, even radishes and live chickens, ducks and livestock...the number one scholar outside Donghua Gate may not be so glamorous.
In the shaking wave, Ma Pang found Zhao Luobu. At that time, the latter had just thrown out the saddle of his mule. Then with nothing, he slumped down on the messy ground behind the crowd, leaning against the empty end.
The unsaddled mule was like crazy, crying and laughing at times.
But when Ma Pang slowly walked over and sat down with him, Zhao Luobo stopped laughing. He just hugged this acquaintance and cried bitterly. The crying was earth-shattering, and he cried non-stop. He cried like heavy rain falling.
The entire Central Plains was soaked.
At the end of the summer of the tenth year of Jianyan, Zhao Jiuzai, who was completely unaware of these scenes in Tokyo, personally bid farewell to Yue Fei, Zhao Liangbi, Jin Fushi, Hebule, Zhuge Liang, Yelu Yujian, Yuan Weiyi, and Ping Qingsheng.
After a group of people, they began to turn back to the south.
Passing through Yanjing along the way, he greeted Lu Yihao, who could no longer get out of bed. Then he accepted Hu Yin's wish to stay in Yanjing, took Han Shizhong and other senior civil and military officials with him, and continued southward.
In late July, Zhao Guan's family crossed the Yellow River and arrived in Shaoxing.
Immediately, without waiting for the princes in Tokyo to greet him, a decree was passed down, asking Tokyo's Shi Zhenwu, as well as all the officials in the civil and military circles and the surrounding areas who could catch up, to accompany him to the main court of Bozhou Daozu.
And finally, on another autumn day full of rustling autumn wind, under the warm setting sun, Zhao Jiu returned to Mingdao Palace, which he had been avoiding for the past ten years.
PS: The next chapter will be released on Thursday...well, that's what everyone thought...good night.