As the eldest brother, the eldest prince Gu Zixiao naturally stood at the front.
Behind him stood the second prince and the third prince, and behind them stood the fifth prince, the seventh prince and the eighth prince respectively.
Just like this, add one person to a row and line them up one by one.
The second prince, Gu Zitang, looked anxiously on his face, standing on tiptoe and looking back and forth.
The eldest prince was afraid that he would cross the line and would rush to hug his sister later.
So the eldest prince tilted his head slightly, pretending to be calm and said: "Second brother, all the officials are waiting nearby, please be calm."
The third prince, Gu Zixiao, smiled like the spring breeze blowing on his face and looked gentle.
He said: "Nuo'er is coming back. My second brother was so happy that he didn't sleep all night. He even went to the streets last afternoon and sprinkled three hundred taels of gold."
The eldest prince frowned: "A waste."
The second prince's body was dazzling with gold and silver, making him even more noble in temperament.
He raised his head unconvinced and said: "I heard that my sister won the battle, so I followed her and scattered the gold to make everyone happy together!"
The Eighth Prince heard this from behind and couldn't help but put his head in confusion: "My sister is fighting?
That must have been shot by Marquis Yongye!"
The fifth prince laughed: "If my sister follows me, it is already the greatest victory. Our sister has both credit and hard work."
The seventh prince clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."
The fifth prince looked sideways at him: "That's all, seventh brother?"
The seventh prince opened his thin eyes and looked at all fame and wealth as worldly things.
He said quietly: "It has been two months, twelve days and seven hours since my sister left the capital."
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The tenth prince looked back.
"The queen mother, the concubines, and the emperor haven't come yet. If my sister arrives later and they don't arrive, Nuo'er will probably be sad."
The twelfth prince's smoky voice came faintly: "I just sent someone to see it. As soon as Yong Yehou and his car entered the city gate, they were greeted by enthusiastic people. The traffic jam was so tight."
"Father, I should be able to catch up."
The eleventh prince set up a board and prepared to draw the scene of his sister's triumphant victory.
However, when two rows of guards opened the way and escorted carriages approaching, coupled with the neat and powerful footsteps of the soldiers, it shocked people's hearts!
Ye Siming did not ride in the carriage again. He rode Xiao Hei at the front.
Now wearing silver armor, with Xuan Shang on his shoulders, and the high-spirited look on his brows, the young man's handsomeness is even more dazzling!
When Bai Yi saw it among the officials, his face suddenly showed a happy father's smile.
Siming lost a lot of weight, but seemed to have grown taller.
But yes, he is nineteen years old.
Bai Yi felt a little emotional.
Ye Siming reined in the horse and stopped it not far in front of everyone.
As soon as he stopped, the soldiers behind him also stopped.
Ye Siming got off the horse, picked up the prepared book of triumph, and stretched his arms high.
His voice was steady and his figure was tall and slender: "The Kingdom of Jin has been destroyed, and we have not failed to live up to the divine grace."
These eight simple words describe all the stars, frost, snow and rain in the past two months.
The eldest prince immediately took the lead and raised his voice: "Congratulations to Marquis Yongye for your victory and return to the court. All the officers and men have worked hard all the way. My father has prepared a celebration banquet for you at Shengping Hall tonight."
After he finished speaking, all the civil and military officials and princes immediately echoed: "Congratulations to Marquis Yong Ye for defeating the Jin Kingdom and promoting the prestige of our dynasty!"
Gu Nuoer opened the curtain and was about to go down.
However, everyone heard Gu Yihan's urgent call coming from the imperial city gate——
"Nuo'er! My good daughter is back! Daddy is late!"
Everyone only saw Gu Yihan running out as fast as a gust of wind.
Zhang Yushi couldn't help but stand out from the crowd of officials. He just wanted to persuade Gu Yihan to run slower.
Gu Yihan, who missed his daughter so much, pushed him aside.
Gu Nuoer jumped out of the carriage and threw herself into her father's arms.