Jiaohua

Chapter 388 Eternal Shame (Part [-])
The dragon chair was covered with crimson black dragon chapter silk satin cloth, and was supported up and down, left and right by 20 long poles. More than 300 palace guards worked together to lift the dragon chair out of the Taiyang Hall where it had been placed for [-] years.

Emperor Xuanyan got on the dragon chariot, the dragon chariot was spacious and spacious, the palace lanterns were bright, and the fragrance was warm and quiet. Empress Nangong sat in it, wearing a deep blue long dress of Xiangluan Fengxiang Fangyun, no crown, no makeup, and only a pearl emerald as a hair ornament. The peony holds the pearl and has a clean face.

Emperor Xuanyan sat upright with his robe lifted, looked ahead, and said in a low voice: "The dragon chariot should be worn with a crown, and the empress is dressed in simple and plain clothes, according to etiquette."

Empress Nangong said indifferently, "The etiquette has collapsed, the music has been destroyed, what is the etiquette system?"

"Queen, are you mocking me?"

"I dare not."

Emperor Xuan Yan sneered: "Do you think that I won't be heartbroken?"

"Really?" Empress Nangong said, "Your Majesty's heartache, in fact, is the same as whether it hurts or not."

"Presumptuous." Emperor Xuanyan frowned, and his voice became harsher.

Empress Nangong also smiled. She turned her eyes to look at the car window. The curtains were hanging down. Under the palace lanterns, the silk cloth was delicate and soft. It was the most exquisite craft in the dynasty, embroidered with soaring auspicious clouds.

She didn't speak anymore, what she could say had already been said enough in his ear.

What is the use?

There were five ministers in a carriage, and the carriages and horses were separated from their families behind the nobles of the royal family, and there were more guards around them.

Now the ministers were sitting in the carriage. The already spacious carriage seemed cramped due to the large number of people. The interior of the carriage was dim, and each other's faces could be vaguely seen through the torches outside.

No one spoke, because there were ears outside, and they didn't know what to say. They hadn't had a good rest for a few days, and their legs were numb and their hands were numb from the cold.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sharp and piercing voice of the servants was heard in the distance, and several senior ministers closed their eyes in pain.

The convoy set off slowly, one wheel at a time, the wheels rolled over the frost and snow, and they were slightly bumpy.

Different from other courtiers, Yu Shiling had a relaxed expression on his face.

He raised his hand to lift the curtain and looked outside. The uniformed imperial guards were expressionless, their horseshoes were stepping on the snow, and the light from the clusters of torches reflected the snow orange.

The road from the Dongcheng Palace Gate to the Juyang City Gate was completely cleared, and those people who had not left in chaos stood in the alley by the roadside, staring wide-eyed at the vast number of vehicles and horses coming.

In such a cold night of ice and snow, what is this for, and where is this going?
"Your Majesty!" Someone in the crowd suddenly pointed to a car in the long queue, and shouted again, "That's the Emperor!"

The dragon chariot drawn by six horses is wide and large, magnificent and bright, and the captain of the chariot sits outside the chariot, describing it as majestic and majestic. On the long boards under it are six horses sitting on the steps, keeping their eyes on each other.

Someone knelt down on the ground and shouted "Long live", others were affected and knelt down together. Gradually, more and more people kowtowed to the ground, some shouted "Long live", and some asked the emperor loudly Yes, there are also those who ask for orders and ask the emperor to call the shots.

Some people kneel, some people don't kneel.

The non-kneeling man held the bundle in his arms and stared blankly at the carriage.

After being frightened for a whole day, they were speechless when they saw this mammoth team again. It seemed that the sword that hung high to destroy the world had finally come down.

There is an open river inside the Juyang City Gate, which is a tributary of the Anhe River of Changming Hengshan, flowing through Kyoto.

When the city was expanded a hundred years ago, the city wall was moved nearly [-] miles away, and this section of the river was left in the northeast of Kyoto, which is called the Zhaoan River.

There are three large stone bridges on the Zhaoan River, and the heavy snow has frozen the Zhaoan River into a mirror. The people gathered on the Da'an Road Riverside, separated by the Jingwei, looking at the lights coming from a distance.

The wind from the river was so strong that it made people shiver. Along with the lights, the shouts of long live like a mountain roar and a tsunami also came.

Xia Zhaoyi sat cross-legged on the eaves of the restaurant by the river, his figure hidden in the darkness, condescending, watching the approaching flames.

"It's ridiculous." She said very lightly.

For the king of a country to abandon the city and flee, the shame of the ages must be so grandiose and extravagant.

Are you running, or celebrating?
In an alley outside Da'an Changjie, a fine horse galloped towards us.

The alley was long and narrow, and the figures hurriedly dispersed to both sides.

The horse stopped suddenly, and raised its front hooves, bringing up a fine snowflake.

Shen Lie reined in his horse and looked forward.

Outside the narrow alley, a carriage was struggling to move forward.

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Don't block me!"

"Step aside!"

……

The people who came from the past looked up at the young man on the horse, and they all secretly thought that he was handsome, but this arm... blood?

Shen Lie frowned slightly, pulling the rope to leave.

I heard the man shout again: "Clumsy, but hurry up! I am from Jingzhao Mansion, don't block me from doing things, hurry up!"

Shen Lie raised his eyes and looked again, and saw that the carriage was immediately surrounded by more people.

"Master?"

"Are you really from Jingzhao Mansion?"

"Master Guan, what's going on now? What's going on?"

"Save us, my lord!"

……

"You talk a lot." A helpless voice came from inside the carriage.

Shen Lie thought for a while, pulled the rein lightly, and followed slowly.

More and more people gathered around, and the reins in Li Zheng's hand were almost taken away.

Zhu Xian sat in the carriage, not daring to go out.

The compartment was dark and there was an unbearable smell.

Zhu Xian was holding a crumpled letter in his hand, on which was written the words "Zhu Xian's personal letter". He read and read it again and again today, and he could already recite the contents of the letter. How restless and flustered he is now, holding this There is so much power in a letter.

Li Zong was besieged outside and was about to cry.

The sounds of prostration in front gradually came, gradually getting louder.

Li Zheng stretched out his finger and shouted: "Yes, the emperor, the emperor is here, you can't find me, hurry up, go to the emperor!"

The crowd paused and all looked back.

"Yes, the emperor is here!"

"Come on!"

"Let's go see the emperor!"

That is the emperor, the son of destiny, and the king of Daqian.

Watching the crowd run away, Li Zhengxing breathed a sigh of relief and broke out in a cold sweat.

"My lord," Li Zong said very lightly, "I was scared to death."

The long line came slowly, with the majestic Zhenguo General Qian Xutian leading the way, followed by the Jinwu Guard Commander, Tianrong Guard General, and their lieutenants.

Young and strong soldiers followed on both sides of the long line, and in the middle of the wide line, the eunuchs and the few beautiful maids in the palace walked slowly.

　Thank you Leng Lingjun, book friend 20170713191413264 for the reward, (づ￣3￣)づ╭～
　　
　
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