Not long after, when the news reached the palace, Zhao Ji, who was dancing and splashing ink, passionately creating the "Picture of Ding Wang and Eliminating the Prisoners" for Zhao Huan, was also shocked.
Zhao Ji put down his brush, took the towel handed by the maid, and wiped the sweat from his palms, his eyes filled with incredulity.
"What? Eighty coffins returned to the capital with the king?"
"The coffin goes first, then the royal palace?"
"It is indeed unprecedented. What did the Ministry of Rites say?"
The eunuch who came to report quickly responded.
"Your Majesty, I have already asked Zhou Pu, the doctor of the Ministry of Rites, and Zhou Pu said that although there is no precedent, it is not inappropriate."
"The dead are great, and they are soldiers who fought bloody battles. Your Majesty's move can comfort the morale of the soldiers all over the world."
Hearing this, Zhao Ji suddenly smiled and said: "Even Dr. Zhou has said this, so let's let him go...wait a minute!"
Zhao Ji suddenly remembered something, turned around and returned to the dragon case, picked up a brush, wrote dragons and snakes on the rice paper, and in the blink of an eye, he was given a pair of calligraphy treasures.
"For this purpose, go to the city gate and read it out."
Looking at the old eunuch hurried away, Zhao Ji was very proud: "Thanks to my wise eyes and talents, the king has the power he has today."
After sighing, Zhao Ji continued to create the "Picture of King Ding Removing the Captives" that he was proud of.
When the eunuch who sent the order arrived at the city gate, the city gate was already crowded with people.
Not only the people living nearby, but also the entire Bianjing capital seemed to have received the message, and they came one after another to see the appearance of King Ding.
At the same time, various gossips spread like wildfire and became the subject of heated discussions on the scene.
A group of literati gathered together and looked at the coffin parked outside the city gate. Instead of feeling unlucky, their eyes were extremely hot.
"King Ding left the capital, accompanied by more than a hundred people, and returned victorious at the end of the month, carrying eighty coffins! How heroic and courageous this is!"
"It is truly a blessing to the world and all people to have such a prince in our Song Dynasty."
"I heard that when the prince went to Shahe County, he was ambushed by thousands of gold bandits, killed more than a thousand people, and captured Wanyan Zonghan alive, accompanied by the fierce general Shu Huhulu. Such bravery is comparable to that of Zhe Zong in his lifetime!"
"The prince only led a hundred and thirty men, but he was able to kill an enemy ten times his own. I am afraid that only the Martial Saint is alive and can accomplish such a feat."
"The most important thing is that the Shuhu tribe is full of capable generals, and Shuhu Hulu can become Wanyan Zonghan's personal follower, and he is the best among the best. When he meets the prince, isn't he just going to be captured without mercy?"
"Hahaha, so majestic! This is the courage I, the Great Song Dynasty, should have, comparable to sealing a wolf and living in Xu!"
The eunuch who sent the order couldn't help but blush when he heard the scholar's praise.
After all, His Majesty's face is overjoyed, which shows that the more powerful the prince becomes, the happier His Majesty will be, at least that's what the eunuch who sent the order thinks.
He pushed through the crowd and continued to approach the city gate, only to see a group of businessmen again.
The businessmen also pointed at the coffin.
"Who said that businessmen are profit-seeking and ruthless? Seeing the prince return to the capital in such a heroic manner, even I couldn't help but feel sore in my nose and almost shed tears."
"How about we call on all Beijing merchants to raise donations for the prince and support the battle in Yizhou. What do you think?"
"good idea!"
"The money given to the prince will definitely be used in practical ways, unlike those corrupt officials who only know how to shout."
"Every time we donate one tael of silver to the prince, dozens of arrows will be shot at Jin Kou. It means that we are fighting side by side with the prince."
The eunuch who sent the order was overjoyed. Now the entire Bianjing capital regarded Zhao Huan as a hero. If your majesty knew about it, he would definitely be very happy.
To this end, the eunuch who was sent the order quickly put the icing on the cake. He stood at the city gate, unfolded His Majesty's calligraphy, and read aloud.
"My son, Tao defeated Xiao He in literature and Han Xin in martial arts. He returned to the capital at eighty with his heroic spirit and lived up to my high hopes."
As the eunuch who delivered the order finished speaking, the entire city gate was boiling.
Countless people shouted loudly: "King Ding is a thousand years old!"
Only Zhao Shiyan curled his lips and cursed in his heart. In terms of shamelessness, Zhao Ji must be the best in the world.
Even at this time, he did not forget to put gold on his face, making it seem as if Zhao Huan had returned victoriously under the leadership of Zhao Ji's wise and powerful forces.
Bah, what the hell!
Although Zhao Shiyan was unhappy, he did not show it at all. He immediately waved his hand to signal the convoy to let them go.
Eighty large coffins passed through the city gate and headed towards Prince Ding's Mansion.
The people on both sides of the street paid attention and looked towards the city gate with eager eyes. They couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, why hasn't the prince come yet?
Finally, with much anticipation, a luxury carriage slowly drove into the city gate.
"Look, that carriage must be the prince's car!"
Everyone looked around and saw Zhao Shiyan stopping the carriage again.
Zhu Peng couldn't bear it any longer, so he retorted: "Master Zhao, are you too cautious?"
"I don't know, I thought you were deliberately trying to get into trouble with the prince."
Zhao Shiyan glared at Zhu Peng and said angrily: "You know nothing!"
"The prince is arrogant, so the people below him must be cautious in their words and deeds. If everyone from top to bottom is a fanatic, he will only be criticized, ostracized and even plotted against."
"Your grandpa spent money to make you a guest in the house. You should learn more and don't be unwilling to make progress!"
Zhu Peng's face flushed, but he did not refute. After all, Zhao Shiyan was the governor of Kaifeng and Zhao Huan's right-hand man. How could he dare to fight Zhao Shiyan.
Zhao Shiyan was too lazy to pay attention to Zhu Peng and bowed towards the carriage.
"Although the prince has returned victoriously, he should still get out of the car and salute His Majesty first."
The so-called salute actually means bowing in the direction of the palace to show respect for the imperial power.
As a result, there was no movement in the car. Just when Zhao Shiyan was surprised, Wang Daquan came up.
"Master Zhao, this carriage is not the prince's."
Zhao Shiyan frowned slightly: "Oh? The person riding a carriage of this size is not the prince? Besides the prince, who else is qualified?"
Wang Daquan quickly explained: "It's Master Li."
"Master Li went to Taiyuan with the prince, and was attacked by Shuhu Hulu. He seemed to be protecting the prince, but he was seriously injured and almost died."
"The prince simply summoned Taiyuan's famous doctors to rescue him, and then he brought Master Li back from the gate of hell."
"Miss Li is still seriously injured and cannot get out of the car."
Zhao Shiyan suddenly understood and immediately stepped aside, indicating that the carriage could continue to move forward.
However, when the carriage passed by, Zhao Shiyan discovered that the carriage was unusual. It was not only luxurious, but also well sealed. Even the door was wrapped with a curtain.
Zhao Shiyan couldn't help but secretly lament that the prince's thoughts were really difficult to fathom.
As Master Li's carriage left, the next thing that came into view was the prison carriage.
The person being escorted in the prison car was none other than Shu Huhu Lu.
Even though he was a prisoner, the disheveled Shu Huhu Lu still exuded a terrifying and terrifying aura.