One Curtain Wind Moon Nine Heavens

Chapter 213
It's good to know some things, don't intervene, so as not to help more and more.

At dawn, the guards and postmen worked together to quickly repair the smashed roof.After being interrogated by Lei Wenzhong's subordinates, the civilians in the front yard were found to be unsuspecting and had already been let go.

The post station is not a place for civilians to stay, so they hurried into the city during the day to find another place to rest.

They don't know much about what happened in the backyard, they only know that a nobleman sent guards to rescue everyone, and then they were assassinated.He wanted to thank him in person, but the postman refused on his behalf.So they kowtowed in front of the courtyard of the station, and left in twos and threes.

In the blink of an eye, the station returned to its previous emptiness.

The snow didn't stop so quickly, and everyone could only pick a relatively better day to set off.Yuan Zhao took a look, the sky outside was so gray that he couldn't see clearly, so he could only wait and beware of the so-called number one expert or his accomplices coming to seek revenge.

No, just tonight, Yuan Zhao fell asleep in front of the spirit.Just as his thoughts were wandering, suddenly there was silence in his ears, and the slight movements made by the guards disappeared completely.

The deathly silence means that something is abnormal, Yuan Zhao quietly opened his eyes and looked around.

Wuxi on the opposite side was lying on the table, Uncle Ji beside him and Brother Shi, the guard outside the door, were breathing lightly.At the same time, a slender and handsome figure slowly crossed the threshold, dressed in filial piety, and came to bow before the coffin.

He was a man in his thirties, with half-twisted hair, but neatly combed.The profile is handsome and elegant, but the expression is haggard and full of vicissitudes, and the eyes are sad.If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, I believe he would cry loudly regardless of his image.

Yuan Zhao sat up straight and looked at his strange behavior suspiciously.

Although he put all the guards down, Qinghe didn't fall down, and was staring vigilantly waiting for her orders.But for some reason, she couldn't detect any malice in him, but instead had a strange sense of intimacy.

He kowtowed, burned the incense, turned and stared at her, his eyes filled with gentle apology, and bowed deeply:
"My sister has worked hard."

The word "sister" made Yuan Zhao purse his lips, about to guess who he was, tears welled up in his eyes.

……

Early the next morning, everyone set off, frightened.After waking up last night, everyone was shocked to find that everyone in the backyard had been brought down.The guards were frightened out of their psychological shadows, and while guarding around, they checked the coffin for any mistakes.

Fortunately, everything in the coffin was normal, and no one was injured.

The guards and General Lei's soldiers checked around and found that the place where the master was buried had been dug up, and the ashes inside were missing.

Some people guessed that it was the old man's accomplices who came here, and wanted to poison the princess and his party for revenge, but they were afraid of being investigated by the government, so they had to give up;

Afraid of being discovered, he confused everyone in the backyard.

No matter what it is, being able to bring down so many people means that the other party is more than twice as capable as everyone!It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. In order to avoid accidents to the coffin, it is the best policy to go after everyone's discussion.

What happened last night, Yuan Zhao and Qing Hequan regarded it as a dream, and agreed with everyone's opinion.

Therefore, the guards of the Hou Mansion and Lei Wenzhong took turns to clear a road ahead for the convoy to move slowly.Until we left the border of Shanxi, the weather gradually warmed up, there was no snow, but there was a biting cold wind.

The road is smooth, and the horse is a little bit faster, and the road after that is smooth sailing, and there have been no accidents.

……

At the end of November in the 15th year of Fengyuan, the people in the capital learned that the coffin of Marquis Dingyuan had returned, and they threw down their livelihoods and knelt outside the city to greet him.

The people who came out of the city to greet them were not only the sons and daughters of the Hou family, but also the prince who led the princes, princesses and officials to set up an incense table outside the city to welcome them in person.

Perhaps the tears flowed too much before, Yuan Zhao looked at the dark crowds on both sides of the road in front of him, and the mourning and wailing sounded in his ears.As a daughter, she looked indifferent, her heart was calm, and she couldn't shed a single tear.

Passers-by only know that she is Major General Pingxi, the Eighth Prince, who is cold-blooded and ruthless towards meritorious ministers!
Seeing this, those who knew the situation couldn't help but whisper to others and accuse her of being unfilial!When her father died, she was indifferent as a daughter.Not to mention crying, not even a single tear!It can be seen that the heart is as hard as iron, and the animal is not as good as it!

This remark spread among the crowd and reached the ears of the speaker, the villain in his heart immediately wrote a note to her, and changed it to refer to her tomorrow!
Yuan Zhao, who was wearing silver armor, didn't know anything about it, and he didn't care if he knew it.She is traveling west on orders, and now she is returning, she wants to advance to the palace to return the order to His Majesty.

However, the crown prince who knelt outside the city to welcome the return of the coffin of Marquis Dingyuan stopped her, and said with compassion:
"His Majesty ordered that the major general capture the enemy general Lu Tu wisely on this trip, and force back the [-] troops of the Qi State, so as to escort the coffin of the Marquis of Dingyuan back safely. The young hero is worthy of a great responsibility, and I am so relieved! But today, Marquis of Dingyuan Guiling, I am deeply saddened, and the matter of awarding the reward will be discussed at another day, and all the generals will return to the mansion for the time being to wait for the order. Thank you!"

"The final general complies with the order, thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness!" All the generals thanked in unison and got up.

Yuan Zhao looked at Prince Fengqiu, cupped his hands and said:

"Since that's the case, Your Highness, I will help the spirit back to the mansion first..."

"No, you go back to the residence first," Feng Qiu raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, sighing, "It is enough to have Ben Gong and Brother Ling here, let's go."

His attitude was weird, Yuan Zhao thought he was afraid of revealing his identity as the Eighth Prince, so he nodded.Looking back at his father's coffin and his brothers and sisters, a surge of sadness welled up in his heart, and his eyes were flushed.

At a young age, he knows how to put the king before the father, and dare not violate the rule.

Seeing this, the officer sighed and lowered his eyes, and the villain in his heart silently crossed out the stroke written in her notebook, blaming her by mistake.

At this time, the crown prince followed Cao Yi to lead the horse, Yuan Zhao jumped up and went straight to the Hou's mansion without looking back, only Qinghe rode behind him.

The two of them, one in front of the other, quickly returned to the Hou's mansion, and there were already servants waiting outside the door.All of them looked sad, and when they saw her, they shed tears without saying a word, sobbing choked up.

Yuan Zhao ignored them, threw down the reins, and hurried straight to the east courtyard to greet his mother first.But when she passed the mourning hall in the front yard, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a coffin inside!
She couldn't help but stand still, staring at the mourning hall and dared not go forward.

"Zhao'er!" In the mourning hall, Feng Shi, Zhuo Ji, and Lan Ji came out after hearing the news, and seeing her standing there dumbstruck, they couldn't help crying, "Sister is gone! Zhao'er..."

Auntie? !
Yuan Zhao's whole body was stiff, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.I don't know who dragged him into the mourning hall, and went to the coffin to take a look inside.

I saw Aunt Jiang put her hands in front of her body, lying quietly inside with a peaceful face.

"A-Niang?" She didn't believe it, and wanted to reach out to touch A-Niang, but someone stopped her, "I'm back, A-Niang, wake up, A-Niang, I'm back..."

"The princess! The princess is sad..."

"Zhaoer, my Zhaoer..."

I don't know who is pulling her, who is hugging her and crying, who is preventing her from touching A Niang.

"Let go! Let go!" She only knew how to struggle desperately, throwing all the obstacles away, threw herself in front of the coffin and gently stroking Auntie's arm, "Auntie, Auntie, I'm back... "

Auntie, she's back!She brought Dad back!

Auntie——

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