The handyman's arm was pinched by him and it hurt. He couldn't help but screamed in pain and muttered something: "This is still false. Who would make a joke about the life and death of the prime minister who saved the people of Nanli from fire and water? You don't have any brains."
Is it broken?"
However, he soon became silent. The young man holding his arm showed a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and his whole temperament changed in an instant.
If the young man who asked him about the national mourning in Nanli with a smile before was like a warm spring breeze, now the hunt for Xiling has turned into a gust of wind and rain in an instant, and the blood in his eyes is getting thicker and regretful.
Responsibility, anger, and many other emotions appeared on his face one by one.
The unscrupulous past with Bai Yi, Xihuo and others a few months ago kept reappearing in front of his eyes, until the scene in Longze City where Xihuo led the royal army and said goodbye to him, the hunting prince, was still vivid in his mind.
There is also the beautiful woman who has been full of worries since her first trial as a sect. Now she has finally cleared away the worldly barriers and finally came together with Nanli Zaizhi, but at this time they died together.
This kind of loneliness and pain has gone beyond the practitioner's pursuit of cause and effect.
"Little brother, when I see your expression, do you think you have something to do with the dead Nanli Prime Minister and Rong Guohou?" Seeing that his expression had softened a lot, the servant asked cautiously.
"I do know Xixiang and the new emperor, but I just can't believe that this separation will be an eternal farewell..."
"The new emperor?" The handyman's eyes were filled with mist, and he thought to himself: 'It turns out to be the young master of the Hou family. But if there is such a person in the Hou family who misses the old love, it can be considered that the emperor is not alone.'
He did not want to talk to Lie Xiling anymore and turned around to walk into the inn, fearing that the young man's loud shouts would cause gossip among passers-by who were extremely saddened by the deaths of Prime Minister and Rong Guohou.
What’s ridiculous is that most people in Southern Wilderness didn’t know that the ‘Rong Guohou’ who died in the army was the real new emperor of Nanli who fought for the people of Southern Wilderness through life and death.
Wu Shi and Fang Caiwei had long understood the conversation between Lie Xiling and the handyman, and there was no reason for their hearts to surge up. Both of them had entered the sect before they had gotten rid of many worldly friendships.
The days when they were in the army and mingled with other soldiers allowed them to truly experience the warmth and warmth of human beings that they had never been able to fully experience in their lives.
"Xiao Ling, should we wait here for the Martial God Guard brothers to welcome Xi Xiang and the new emperor's coffin into the imperial city, or should we avoid it for the time being..."
"Let's wait here for them to come. This is something we have to say..." A faint tear flashed through Lie Xiling's eyes. More than ten years have passed since Wangbei Peak was destroyed by Nanli Fire Fox.
He had never cried before. But the white flags fluttering in the wind in front of him actually made his heart feel sour for no reason.
It was not until the three men from Liexiling waited at the inn for four or five days that, near dusk, a group of Nanli Wushen Guard sergeants dressed in white cloth, led by Yi Ji, slowly set foot on the official road into the imperial city.
Around the official road, tens of thousands of people who had just rushed back to the imperial city, all covered their faces and sobbed. The heavy clouds and low pressure in the sky seemed to support the Nanli Dynasty who had devoted their whole life to it, and finally allowed all the people to get a trace of peace after experiencing the devastation of the war.
Nanli Zaizhi bid farewell!
Lie Xiling stood on the city tower, looking at the three white jade coffins carved with gold and jade being carried on the shoulders of the Nanli Wushen Guards with sad faces, walking into the city step by step, and the tip of his nose felt sore again. He could see it from a distance.
Yi Ji, but did not show up to meet him immediately.
After the Martial God Guards, there were the white linen-clad military guards of the princes and kings of the Nanli Dynasty. However, the sadness on those princes and kings' military guards was obviously much lighter.
Seeing that the Nanli Wushen Guards officers had no intention of staying, Lie Xiling, Fang Caiwei, and Wu Shi packed up and followed from a distance behind the tens of thousands of military guards who were seeing off Rongguo Hou and Xixiang and his wife.
He needed to find an opportunity to ask Yi Ji what happened in the past few months. Xixiang and Bai Yi both died.
When he saw De Shen, he was still more than two miles away from the station closest to Nanli Imperial City. The autumn rain fell coldly on the faces of the Nanli Martial God Guards.
The guard ordered: "Sign up the fire. We, the Martial God Guards, had sneaked out of the imperial capital for the sake of the safety of the people in Nanli. Now that Nanli has been decided, it is time to tell Xi Xiang that our Martial God Guards have returned in triumph!"
The guard beside him had a serious look on his face. He could feel more and more of Xihuo's demeanor from the man next to him who had just been promoted to the commander of the 1st and 2nd Battalion of the Martial God Guards a few months ago. It is this familiarity
The feeling made the tears that had been holding in his eyes immediately roll down.
"Light up the fire! Celebrate the triumph of the Western Prime Minister!" The guard's eyes were filled with tears, and he no longer looked at the cold white jade coffin.
"Celebrating the triumph of Xi Xiang!" the people in the city responded loudly, and more and more native people joined the team. The entire Nanli Imperial City pipeline, which was hundreds of feet wide, was crowded with figures of Nanli survivors who continued to arrive in the dark night.
Wu Shi had spent nearly twenty years in the sect, and originally thought that he had long ignored the life and death of these people. At this time, he heard the howls of the people, and a tear fell unconsciously from his cheek.
Lie Xiling has been holding Wei Qingxian's hand tightly. Although the woman who has become more and more beautiful and refined has a calm expression, her red and swollen eyes clearly reveal her state of mind.
From time to time, she would stare at the smaller coffin next to the Xishu white jade coffin, and unconsciously grasp the palm of the young man beside her tighter.
The procession, which stretched for several miles, stopped at the post station at the entrance to the imperial city at Xu. Yi Ji and a group of warrior guardsmen carried the coffins of Xishu and Bai Yi into the post station with tears in their eyes. Hundreds of thousands of people gathered later.
The people spontaneously found places to rest around the station.
Lie Xiling glanced at the post station and saw that the Nanli Wushen Guardsmen who had been sleepy all day fell asleep one after another, and then he walked towards the post station alone. The post station near the imperial city stretched for hundreds of feet, enough to cover all Nanli.
The Liwu Divine Guard sergeant settled down.
After searching for a while, Lie Xiling found Yi Ji, who was sitting motionless in a brightly lit house. Outside the house, two Martial God Guards officers looked around with glaring eyes, vigilantly exploring the surroundings.
No longer hiding, he walked towards the two Wushen Guard sergeants. When the two Wushen Guards saw that the person coming was Mr. Liehou, whom they had not seen for more than a month, they were overjoyed and were about to make a report, but they were covered up by Lie Xiling.
The lips indicate that there is no need to say anything.
He patted the two guards heavily on the shoulders, then gently opened the door and walked in. Yi Ji seemed to hear the noise, turned around blankly, and asked inertly: "Is there anything going on in the army?"
Then his eyes condensed and he stared blankly at the young man who appeared in front of him. The tears that had been holding on for more than ten days immediately flowed out: "Master Hou, it is Yi Ji who is incompetent and failed to protect the safety of your Majesty and Xixiang.
....."
Lie Xiling felt sad for a while, and he took out a wine bag from the brocade bag, patted Yi Ji, and then handed the wine bag over: "I came to you this time just to ask you, what exactly is it?"
Who committed the murder?"
Yi Ji took a long sip, and the bitterness in his chest subsided slightly: "I don't know, that night, Ning Guohou's army rose up to fight to the death, and the princes competed for meritorious service. The original battle formation of the Western Prime Minister's men became extremely scattered...
."
"So, it's still the fault of a large cultivator!" Lie Xiling heard Yi Ji's words "Several men in black flew out from the city", and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
The two talked for most of the night. Lie Xiling saw the sky getting brighter and then walked out of Yiji's house. He stayed with Wu Shi and Fang Caiwei and followed the Wushen Guards at a distance, pretending to be a remnant of Nanli.
Enter the imperial city.
Both Wu Shi and Fang Caiwei could tell that the sad look on Yi Ji's face, which they hadn't seen all night, was a little simpler, replaced by a look of calmness in the face of danger. It was obvious that Lie Xiling had said something to him the night before.
"The imperial edict has arrived, please ask Yi Wuwei to step forward to receive the edict!" A palace official came in a hurry. He was frightened by the team that came to see Xi Xiang and Bai Yi off. He hurriedly walked a hundred feet away.
He dismounted and ran towards the warrior warriors wearing white cloth.
"Yi Ji is here! I, the Martial God Guard, have always only listened to the orders of the Martial God Guard Chief, and have never been subject to the arbitrary control of the royal family." Yi Ji took a step forward and coldly swept away the palace servant who came to announce the decree.
With a sharp glance, he began to tremble unconsciously.
What he said was indeed reasonable. Even when the old emperor Nanli was still alive, he also claimed that the Wushen Guard could not be influenced by the emperor's orders unless it was in an emergency. Although the old emperor had firmly grasped the control of the Wushen Guard in his hands when he was still alive.
, but in order to avoid causing panic among the princes and kings who were proud of their troops at home, they had no choice but to say this to the outside world.
Later, when the new emperor succeeded to the throne, one of Xishu's generals, the Wushen Guards, took over and became the real Wushen Guards commanders. He was loyal to the royal family to the core, but he also followed the orders of the Wushen Guards as if they were gods.
Seeing that the other party was in an awkward situation, Yi Ji did not want to make the situation too tense, so he had to give the other party a step and said: "My lord, please declare that I am sorry that Yi is wearing armor and it is difficult to perform the courtesy ceremony!"
How could the palace man dare to speak in an official tone and think of finishing the announcement as soon as possible? Under the attention of many Nanli Wushen Guards officers, even in the autumn, there were beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"...I am now promoting Yi to be the military guard of Nanli and the military guard of Nanli!" After the last sentence, the palace man in red hurriedly handed the imperial edict to Yi Ji. Yi Ji was silent for a while before speaking.
Said: "The death of our Martial God Guard Xihuo Wu is unknown. Why should we be so anxious about the canonization? Is it possible that your Majesty is still afraid that the warriors like me and others who have fought for Nanli through life and death will fly into the sky?"
He emphasized the word 'junshang' very hard, and then said: "On behalf of Yi, you can tell your Majesty that if he can give a proper explanation for the death of the Western Prime Minister and the Marquis, Yi will take over his job."
This reward. Now all the brothers of the Martial God Guard are under the control of Yi. The soldiers who belong to my Martial God Guard cannot die in an unknown manner!"
Not long after the shivering palace servants left, the inner city gate opened, and groups of ceremony officials came out to welcome the Xishu couple and Bai Yi's coffins into the city.
At this moment, Lie Xiling, who had been staring around him, suddenly saw a dozen men in casual clothes walking towards the direction of the Wushen Guard station, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!