Jiaohua

Chapter 387 She Is Torch (Part [-])
The road from Dongping Academy to Yujie was also seriously blocked, and it took a lot of effort for the Heavenly Glory Guards to get out of the crowd.

And the imperial street goes east, then north, until the entire east city of Juyang City Gate, where hundreds of thousands of people gather densely.

Feng Lei brought people to kill, and met a hundred soldiers and horses led by Liu Changshi of Jingzhao Mansion on Zhengyang Road, who were working hard to organize the flow of people.

The sound of killing was heard from a distance, and many people fled faster. From time to time, some people shouted "the refugees are coming".

Liu Changshi looked up and was amazed at such a fast speed. Behind the people rushing like a wave, there was an army riding high on horses and brandishing weapons.

army!

Liu Changshi was dumbfounded.

How could Dagan's army massacre civilians in Dagan Jingzhao!

Liu Changshi didn't dare to stay, and quickly let his men run away. When he met more than 2000 Beifu soldiers and militiamen from the front, he asked them to run with him.

The crowd became more and more out of control and ran for their lives in all directions. Following Feng Lei's butcher knife, a large number of people ran towards Huaizhou Street.

The cold wind was howling, and the ink in all directions had completely subsided. All the grain stored in the backyard of Dongping Academy was taken out for cooking and sent out of the house. At the same time, there were spontaneous people and shops delivering meals to the soldiers.

The gentlemen in the academy organized people to collect books, and then dispersed the flow of people, preparing to make people retreat to the west of the city through several gates.

At the same time, someone contacted the civil and military ministers who had not yet been placed under house arrest in the palace, trying to persuade them to leave Beijing together and mobilize as many people as possible.

Mr. Dahan sat beside Song Qingtang, chatting with him about the current situation and follow-up arrangements.

Song Qingtang ate the cake quietly, his mind was blank.

He didn't have any follow-up arrangements. If he had to, it would be to live as long as possible, and to preserve as much as possible the people he wanted to preserve.

"General Lang!" A subordinate stepped forward at this time, "General Lang, someone is looking for you, claiming to be Shen Lie's follower."

Song Qingtang nodded and said, "Bring it."

In the flames, a tall man in black night clothes came up with another subordinate.

The man said hello to Song Qingtang, looked around, frowned and said: "General Song Lang, is my young master really not here?"

Listening to the tone of his words, Song Qingtang looked puzzled: "When did your young master come here?"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look around, stood up, and asked his subordinates, "No, where is Ah Li?"

"Miss Ali just left, and she said that there is something important waiting for her," said the subordinate, "Don't General Lang know? I thought General Lang knew."

"Just, let's go." Song Qingtang felt his heart skip a beat for no reason, and a nameless sense of loss rose up.

"Erlang?" Mr. Dahan looked at Song Qingtang.

Song Qingtang stared blankly at the figures around him.

He had never been like this before, but the moment he saw the girl today, he felt as if he could develop a lot of courage and courage.

Her presence and eyes are a force, so powerful that he feels that the sky is falling, and he can stretch out his arms to support it, even if it crushes him to pieces.

Standing there, she is Ju, the only one among thousands.

"My young master said that he would come here a few hours ago." Said the man in black.

Song Qingtang regained his senses, looked at the man in black, frowned and said, "But I haven't left here for half a step all day, and I've never seen Shen Lie. Where was the last time you saw him?"

"So, the young master is indeed not here." The man in black muttered.

After a pause, he raised his head and said, "So, General Song Lang, I'll look elsewhere first. If you see my young master, tell him that I have looked for him."

"Will something happen?" Song Qingtang asked worriedly.

"Probably not, I will take my leave first." The man in black said, saluted and left without stopping.

……

……

The heavy snow gradually stopped, but the wind became even faster, whistling across the sky and the earth like a crushing one.

Standing on the east gate of the imperial city, Sun Yike held the other knife on his waist in one hand, looking at the attic houses under the white lights and the moving heads in the distance, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

The capital is really too big, the houses are like houses, the buildings are magnificent, and when it is prosperous, the streets are always bright and the lights are bright.

He pondered for three days but couldn't figure out why His Majesty wanted to leave Beijing and give up this great river and mountain.

Three men came riding on horseback from the wide road: "Captain!"

Sun Yike stood on the tower and looked down, and said, "What's the matter?"

"Clear complete!"

"There are no idlers near the Juyang Gate, and no one dares to commit another crime!"

"The outside of the city is clear!"

Sun Yike nodded, turned and left, and returned to report.

On the Jinping Square in the palace, the lights are brilliant, bright as day, the canopy is gathered, the guards are all over the palace wall, and the maids and servants are numb, standing around the palace.

In the Taiyang Hall in the distance, Emperor Xuanyan sat on the dragon chair, staring at the empty hall, frozen in nothingness, and did not move for a long time.

Leaving today, I don't know if I can come back in the future.

Usually sitting on this dragon chair and being worshiped by all the officials, he was so used to it that he was almost numb and didn't feel much emotion, but now that he was about to leave the palace, he suddenly felt reluctant to part with it.

Why don't you give up?

Emperor Xuanyan felt disgusted because of this reluctance.

Obviously as long as he is the king for a day, all the courtiers will be there, so he can have it whenever he thinks about it early, and the palace on the other side of Hejing is also magnificent, so why is he reluctant to part with it?

"Your Majesty." Liao Nei's voice sounded at the entrance of the main hall.

Emperor Xuanyan narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, the princesses are all in the car, so stop making trouble." Liao Nei said.

Emperor Xuanyan nodded, and looked back at the armrest beside him, which was a delicately carved golden dragon head.

He rubbed the faucet with his palm, how could he not find it so comfortable before?
"How many of those family members are here?" Emperor Xuan Yan asked, looking at the dragon's head without moving away.

Waiter Liao Nei lowered his head: "They are all here, there is no one who is afraid to come."

"If there is any regret," Emperor Xuan Yan said, "it is that the daughter of Song Qingtang and that thief Xia is still alive."

"He will die," said Liao Nei, "it will be a matter of time, Your Majesty."

sooner or later?

Emperor Xuanyan didn't think so.

He is in the capital now, there is nothing he can do about them, and in the future he will be even more helpless in Hejing.

Unfortunately, had to go.

Emperor Xuanyan patted the dragon's head and said, "Take this dragon chair and take it with me."

Attendant Liao Nei was stunned for a moment, and looked at the dragon chair where Emperor Xuanyan was sitting.

The dragon chairs of the past dynasties are all made of red sandalwood and painted with gold lacquer, but this dragon chair is made of solid gold and is extremely heavy. If you want to take it away, it will definitely be a big burden.

But Liao Nei didn't dare to object to Emperor Xuanyan's words, and bowed his head to accept the order: "Yes, Your Majesty, this old slave will go and call the palace guards."

(End of this chapter)