"Why?" Qin Yuejiao looked confused, "If we don't enter the city, how can we find His Majesty? He must be very sad now.
"City!" Chen Fan's ink-like eyes fell on the two characters "Xiandu" on the city gate, "We must enter, and we must enter
The sudden collapse of the Post House and Xianle Tower was definitely not an accident.
"But we can't go in like this
Chen Fan turned around and walked out.
"Don't even think about running away and following us!"
When leaving, Qin Yuejiao grabbed Miaoyu and said, "You promised us that when you come out, you will tell us who gave you the jade pendant."
Miao Yu lowered her eyebrows and said, "I don't intend to leave you either.
Chen Fan turned around and said, "Yue Nu, keep an eye on her!" Miaoyu came to assassinate him, and now we can't let some people in Xiandu know that he is still alive.
Chen Fan used gold leaves to buy four sets of clean mourning clothes in the villages outside the city, and dressed up as ordinary civilians when entering the city.
"I'm so jealous of the talented people, woohoo!"
As soon as they entered the city, Chen Fan and the others heard bursts of crying.
On both sides of the street, many people were kneeling and crying.
"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Zuo, have a good trip!"
The further we went in, the louder the cries became.
Qin Yuejiao looked at the mourners, and none of them were familiar faces.
In other words, they have nothing to do with Chen Fan, and they have never even met Chen Fan.
"Are they exaggerating a bit?" Qin Yuejiao couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "Are they really that sad?"
"They don't cry so sad, but Chen Fandao is very sad as a result."
Based on this posture, Chen Fan guessed that his so-called funeral was a national funeral.
During the national mourning, people all over the country wear sackcloth and mourn for three days.
If you don't cry, you have to take me to the big board.
"Hello!"
Suddenly there was a shouting sound from the front.
Before Chen Fan could turn around, two soldiers ran in front of them.
"You four, not only are you not sad, you are still whispering to each other in the street!"
"Master, we know we were wrong, we know we were wrong!" Chen Fan hurriedly took out the linen handkerchief he had prepared from his pocket and covered his face.
"Master Zuo, you died miserably!"
Qin Yuejiao also pulled Yuenu and Miaoyu to lower their heads, pretending to be mourning.
"Master Prime Minister, you died so miserably!"
"Hey!"
The two soldiers gave Chen Fan a shove and scolded him in a low voice, "The Prime Minister accidentally died for the country. What a tragic death. It sounds like the Prime Minister was murdered. Don't yell."
"Master, I, I was wrong!"
Chen Fan apologized repeatedly, with a deep coldness in his lowered eyes.
Not murder?
This murder was extremely cruel. In order to kill him alone, more than 2,000 people in the Xianle Tower were buried with him.
The corpses that were crushed under the ruins of Xianle Tower and died in tragic conditions appeared in Chen Fan's mind.
Chen Fan's left hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly.
Their death will not be in vain.
He must seek justice for them!
Chen Fan lowered his head and pretended to cry while listening attentively.
After listening for a while, Chen Fan knew the location of his memorial hall.
The memorial hall is located in the spiritual altar in Xiandu used to worship heaven.
"ah!"
"give way"
"Da da da!"
The street in front was suddenly filled with screams, interspersed with the rough shouts of officers and soldiers and the rapid sound of horse hooves.
While Chen Fan and the others were still stunned, a dozen horses came running quickly from the street in front of them.
In the blink of an eye, those horses were right in front of Chen Fan and the others.