Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 650 Crane Cry (Added to capture the screen leader)
On the city wall of Zongyang Palace, the emperor had already begun reviewing the troops.

The mighty and majestic first formation of the imperial guards shouted "Long live the emperor" and marched in an orderly manner along the Imperial Street in front of the palace.

Following them came the wounded soldiers who survived the Lingbi battle.

Compared with the army that just passed by with its distinctive armor and majestic appearance, they gave people a completely different feeling.

Some officials frowned when they saw this. In their eyes, these soldiers were like fruits on a stall.

When distinguished guests come, just put the smoothest and best fruits on the table.

What are we going to do with these misshapen and cracked melons and dates?
Is there no one left in the Song Dynasty?

It's not embarrassing either.

However, there are still more people who are interested and gradually they have tasted the flavor of it.

The people watching the ceremony went from cheering and jumping for joy at first to silence, and then slowly became moved.

Many of these wounded soldiers were no older than the team of soldiers that had just passed by.

If the powerful team just now went to Lingbi, they would look like this team now, right?

How many young people among them will be buried in the mountains and turn into rotten soil?
Since the end of the Qin Dynasty and the beginning of the Han Dynasty, the group of "scholars" since the Warring States Period was subdivided and began to form two major groups: civil and military. Contempt for military men gradually began.

In times of peace and prosperity, the literati controlled the world, and the warriors had no sense of existence;
Once the world was in chaos, the scholar-official group would become vassals of the military group.

But even if the one who recreates the world is a gangster, in the end it will still depend on the scholars and officials to govern the world.

Therefore, the status of military men was ultimately inferior to that of the literati.

After all, the period of peace is longer than the period of chaos, so in the eyes of the literati who are wary of the dangers of arrogant soldiers and fierce generals, the soldiers eventually became lowly and shameful warriors.

Until the Song Dynasty, this trend reached a climax, and ordinary people began to despise the soldiers as red men, thieves, and stinky soldiers...

But seeing this scene with their own eyes today, especially in contrast with the team of soldiers who just passed by, many people's hearts were touched.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

I don't know who started it first, but many people followed suit.

They knelt on the ground, bowed down to their emperor and shouted "Long live his emperor".

What they wanted to express more at this moment was their respect for these soldiers, but no one knew how to show their respect for them.

The soldiers were the emperor's soldiers, so worshiping and singing praises to their emperor became their way of expressing their gratitude.

Zhao Yuan obviously understood why the people suddenly behaved so impulsively when this group of wounded soldiers passed by the palace.

His eyes were slightly moist and he raised his hand and waved downwards.

Although his voice could not be heard by the people across the Imperial Street, he still couldn't help but say, "Gentlemen, please stand up!"

After saying this, Zhao Yuan's movements and expression suddenly froze...

As the people knelt down one after another, two people on the opposite street were "revealed".

They were two thick and tall bamboo poles, with a bamboo chair on each pole and a young girl sitting on each chair.

Under the big bamboo pole were two big men in bare-chested waistcoats and bell-bottom trousers. They should be the actors performing the balancing-pot performance in the theater.

In the past, large vats weighing dozens or hundreds of pounds could be spun around by them using a thick bamboo pole to push them up.

As a result, Li Fengniang spent money to invite them.

This time they didn't take the blame, they pushed Li Fengniang and Zhao Ning'er forward.

How heavy do the two little girls weigh? The two big men who carried the weight did it with ease and comfort.

Although she was still far away and his eyes and facial features were not particularly clear, Zhao Yuan still recognized his beloved daughter at a glance.

Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Yuan's lips couldn't help but twitch.

This child... he was protected like a piece of porcelain that would break at the slightest touch before, and they said they would relax discipline, but now... isn't he letting himself go too much?

"Xiao Luo!"

Zhao Yuan turned around and called Luo Tingxia, who was standing solemnly behind him, to come closer. She pouted and said, "Go quickly and take good care of Jiaguo for me. Don't let her fall and get hurt."

When Xiao Luo looked down at the city, he was also shocked.

He hurriedly waved to someone to take his place, and then he ran quickly down to the city.

Li Fengniang sat on a bamboo chair on a high pole, and exclaimed: "Uncle Yang is really a cunning man, he is so scheming! This is a really good way to review the three armies, people are about to cry when watching it. Ning'er, look."

"Look, look."

It was the first time for Zhao Ning'er to sit in such a shaky high place. She was not as brave as Li Fengniang, but she did not want to show that she was timid.

So, she sat on the high pole, covered her little face with her hands, and opened her eyes through her fingers.

In this way, since I can't see what's in front of me or under my feet, I'm not so scared.

Yang Yuan rode his horse to the front of the palace.

At this time, the wounded soldiers saluted the officials and continued to move forward, and the veteran soldiers slowly followed.

Yang Yuan rode alone and hurried to the Zongyang Palace. He dismounted and hurried towards the palace gate.

Mr. Qu had already told him Shui Fu's location, but Yang Yuan only glanced at "him" quickly as he rode towards him.

When Yang Yuan dismounted and hurried to the gate of Zongyang Palace, he never looked at "him" again.

"stop!"

Even though the imperial guards at the palace gates and the close officials of the Imperial City Administration knew Yang Yuan and knew that he was the chief inspector of today's military review, they could not let him enter the palace without permission.

They immediately raised their spears and blocked Yang Yuan's way.

"I have an urgent matter to report to the emperor. Please report it to the city as soon as possible!"

Yang Yuan couldn't force his way in, so he could only stop and speak urgently.

"Please wait a moment, Inspector Yang. This is my duty." The Imperial City Division's personal officer said politely to Yang Yuan, "I will just..."

"Inspector Yang!" Little Luo floated down the city like a ghost, and then floated into the city gate, just in time to see Yang Yuan.

Xiao Luo floated in front of Yang Yuan in a flash, and stood still with a smile: "Long time no see."

"Xiao Luo? You've come just in time. I have something urgent to do. Please come quickly."

Yang Yuan pulled Luo Tingxia aside and repeated to little Luo what Mr. Qu had told him.

In order to avoid exposing the fact that he had his own private spies, Yang Yuan explained the discovery of Shui Fu impersonating an imperial guard as an accidental discovery by a commoner.

Xiao Luo's eyes flashed, and Yang Yuan immediately said, "Don't look at her, lest you alert the enemy!"

Xiao Luo resisted the urge to look away and said in a deep voice, "What does the inspector mean?"

"Although I don't understand her purpose, nor do I know who her accomplices are, the emperor is responsible for the country, so we can't be careless. I ask the Dragon Palace and the Imperial City Office to escort the emperor to leave immediately for safety."

Xiao Luo hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I will report this to His Majesty right away."

Xiao Luo turned around and left, floating up into the city like a wisp of smoke.

Yang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He had just broken into a sweat out of anxiety, and now he felt the coolness due to the wind.

"Why are you back again?" Zhao Yuan frowned when she saw Xiao Luo.

Luo Tingxia came closer with a serious expression, put his ear close to the emperor, and hurriedly reported what Yang Yuan had just said.

After hearing this, Zhao Yuan's face became solemn.

"Sir, the inspector wants you to leave immediately for your own safety."

"The grand military parade has been heard by the whole city. The prisoner presentation ceremony is about to begin, and the emperor suddenly disappears. How can we explain this to the people?"

Xiao Luo said anxiously: "Your Majesty, if this is not possible, you can ask His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin to review the troops and accept the surrender on your behalf.

For safety reasons, Your Majesty should return to the palace immediately."

"No!"

Zhao Yuan shook his head and said: "Today's military parade to show off our military power and accept the surrender of the enemy chieftain is a grand ceremony.

Now I still don't know anything, and I am so scared that I flee just because a guard under the city was replaced by a woman?"

Zhao Yuan looked unhappy: "Xixia soldiers appeared in western Sichuan. I was advised by the civil and military officials to leave Sichuan in a hurry! This incident has caused people to criticize me."

The word Sichuan originated from the Song Dynasty.

During the reign of Emperor Zhenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Song Dynasty divided Bashu into four routes: Yizhou, Zizhou, Lizhou, and Kuizhou, collectively known as the "Four Routes of Sichuan and Xia", abbreviated as "Sichuan". The name Sichuan comes from this.

Zhao Yuan sneered: "Now, I am in my Great Song Dynasty, my officials are on the city walls, and my army is under the city walls. Just because a woman pretended to be a member of the imperial guards under the city walls, I have to escape again. Am I going to become the biggest joke in the world?"

Zhao Yuan pointed to the city wall and said, "How many soldiers of the Song Dynasty have died on the battlefield for the sake of the country? For the sake of my own country, I cannot bear the slightest risk."

"The official family..."

"Knowing there is danger, just step up your guard! Tell the inspectors to seize the opportunity to capture the woman, but don't make too much noise, there are so many eyes watching us.

Also, send people to protect Ning'er, send more people."

Zhao Yuan was already worried about Zhao Ning'er, and when he heard that there was danger, he became even more worried.

Jin Wang Zhao Yu was watching the ceremony. He turned his head and saw his brother whispering with Xiao Luo for a while, so he came over and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the old army is coming. Is there anything else?"

"Oh, nothing."

Zhao Yuan didn't want him to know, otherwise Zhao Qu would probably drag him away.

Zhao Yuan glared at Xiao Luo and said, "Go and arrange it!"

Xiao Luo had no choice but to call in two more eunuchs from the Baolong Palace to strengthen the protection around the emperor.

Originally, the emperor was standing on the city wall at that time, surrounded by court ministers, nobles and meritorious relatives, so there was no need to be so vigilant around him.

However, he didn't care at this moment even if it would arouse suspicion.

After everything was arranged, Xiao Luo hurried downstairs and brought a few officials from the Imperial City Department to the outside of the palace gate.

"Xiao Luo, what does the government say?"

Xiao Luo told Yang Yuan what the emperor meant with a helpless look on his face.

Yang Yuan also felt embarrassed after hearing this, but he could also understand Zhao Yuan's thoughts.

Even after being shot in the chest, old Roosevelt still insisted on giving a speech for 84 minutes.

The current emperor is young and energetic, and he has a history of leaving Sichuan in a hurry. If he hides away again at the slightest disturbance, it would be embarrassing.

Yang Yuan said, "In this case, you should go back quickly and stay by the emperor's side."

Xiao Luo agreed, pointed to the "standing out from the crowd" on the opposite side, and said to several imperial city officials: "Go and protect Princess Jiaguo."

After hearing this, Yang Yuan turned his head and saw Zhao Ning'er and Li Fengniang sitting on a high pole.

At this time, the emperor was on the top of the city wall, waving to the old soldiers who were reviewing the parade.

Li Xianzhong was leading a team of prisoners to surrender and was about to arrive in front of Gongyang Palace.

In the crowd across the Imperial Street, Zhao Chen was surrounded by a group of golden men dressed in civilian clothing.

The four people around him were all "Blood Pagodas" wearing soft armor.

Seeing that the captive team was about to be taken to the front of the palace, the Fifth Buddha shouted in a low voice: "Go!"

Relying on their height and strength, the group of people slowly squeezed forward.

PS: There are still four chapters left to be told in which the leader speaks frankly.

(End of this chapter)