Young Master Liu's 'coffin' has just entered Pingzhou, and is at least six or seven days' journey from Yingzhou in northern Xinjiang. However, the rumor of the death of the king is spreading among the twenty-seven prefectures in northern Xinjiang as if it has wings.
With.
It spreads more and more fiercely and is out of control.
However, no one believed this rumor at first. Instead, the people who brought the news and spread it widely had him pinned to the ground and beaten.
After people who suffered unjust injustices brought their cases to the government, not only did they not get their justice redressed, but they also had to wait for five days.
Everyone thinks that these people are cursing Liu Mingzhi and must be severely punished.
How old is King Bingjian this year? Although he has passed his thirties, he is only three or four years old. It can be said that he is in his prime.
How is it possible that the king passed away side by side?
Your father is gone, but King Bingjian will not die!
The common people did not believe it, and the officials of the Twenty-seventh Prefecture did not believe it.
After all, after King Bingjian recovered from his serious illness, the day before his final rest period, he convened the feudal officials from all over northern Xinjiang to discuss whether the people's houses were safe due to the continuous heavy snowfall.
Later, King Pingjian returned to Beijing according to the order, and many people in northern Xinjiang saw the carriages that were being prepared for the emperor's establishment on the road. On the road, King Pingjian met the vigorous figures of the people coming out of their cars to say hello. People from various prefectures and officials from the inns,
All can prove that King Bingjian is in good health
There was only a difference of more than ten days between before and after.
King Bingjian passed away without any reason. How is this possible?
If it weren't for Dalong Law, even if the government didn't come forward, those who were the first to bring the news back to their hometown would probably have died under the fists of the people.
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If you dare to curse the death of King Bingjian, you will be satisfied if you only receive a punch and a few slaps on the board!
However, after Liu Mingzhi’s ‘coffin’ passed through Pingzhou, things gradually changed.
More and more people who were on their way back to their hometowns and merchants who were on their final return saw the banners with the King's flag hanging high in white silk hanging high on the official road and all the plain soldiers. A great uproar swept across the northern Xinjiang region in the 20th century.
On the land of the Seven Prefectures.
A piece of news spread after the governor of Xinzhou sent a letter to Luo Rui, the governor of Xinzhou.
The rumor that Wang Liumingzhi passed away on the way to Beijing and passed away at Fengyundu on the return journey and was buried in the coffin at Xinzhou Station spread with unstoppable momentum.
The situation is getting worse and worse, and officials and people in northern Xinjiang can no longer believe it.
For a time, tens of thousands of people gathered on both sides of the official road leading to Yingzhou in every state capital.
Without seeing it with their own eyes, they still didn’t believe that King Bingjian passed away.
However, when the common people saw with their own eyes that the soldiers were all dressed in plain clothes and the flags and flags were hung on white carriages, their eyes suddenly became red.
It turns out that the rumors were true, Wang Zhen passed away suddenly on the way to Beijing.
Officials in various prefectures in northern Xinjiang were in a state of mind. Not only were there constant exchanges of carrier pigeons between each other, but there was also an endless stream of golden eagle messages and speeding horses to the capital.
Yinzhou, next to the boundary monument at the junction of Pingzhou Guandao Road.
Sun Mingfeng and thousands of soldiers looked at the tens of thousands of people on the official road behind the carriage, who had been following them all the way from Pingzhou. They got off their horses and saluted the endless people on the official road and shouted in unison.
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"Fellows and fellow villagers, please go back. We have reached Yinzhou. If we send you back, we will cross the border."
Tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground cheering, staring blankly at the coffin on the carriage frame, their eyes moist and red.
“Wish you that your merits will be fulfilled and you may live a thousand years!”
“Wish you that your merits will be fulfilled and you may live a thousand years!”
“Wish you that your merits will be fulfilled and you may live a thousand years!”
Sun Mingfeng and the others bowed, got on their horses, and continued northward, entering Yinzhou territory.
On the high hill on the left side of the official road, the three daughters, the Queen, Hui'er and Liu Xuan looked sadly at the people of Pingzhou who were watching the carriage go away but had not yet left, with somewhat complicated expressions.
The Queen sighed quietly.
“A vassal king with a different surname has greater prestige in the eyes of the people than the emperor. Throughout ancient and modern times, no emperor in the past dynasties could tolerate such an existence!
The ‘dead’ are not unjust.”
Although Liu Xuan already knew the secret that her eldest brother was safe and sound, she still snorted dissatisfiedly when she heard the Queen's somewhat teasing words.
“Sister-in-law, my eldest brother achieved this with his own hard work. Without his benevolent policies, would Northern Xinjiang be so prosperous now? Xuan’er is uncomfortable hearing what you are saying?”
The Queen nodded strangely: "You are right. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't be able to believe that the land in front of me was the northern frontier where Dalong was famous for its bitter cold.
There are fields and ridges all over the land, and there are thousands of buildings.
Your eldest brother has fulfilled his wish to make the people have enough food and clothing!
However, precisely this has also brought disaster to your eldest brother's life.
He is a rare qualified official in the world, but he is not a qualified minister.
If he were the governor of a state or the governor of a government, his name would definitely go down in history and be famous forever.
It just happened to be fate. He is a king who is inferior to ten thousand people and has no title.
I vaguely understand the reason why your eldest brother assisted the three emperors of Dalong, spared no effort, fulfilled his duties, and was so loyal that it is puzzling."
Liu Xuan looked blankly at the Queen's deep expression.
“Sister-in-law, what do you mean?”
“People who are loyal, benevolent, and virtuous are always admired by the people of the world and are also relied on by the people of the world.
Your eldest brother’s game of chess is so big that no one can understand how far-reaching his vision is.
Including me, Yue'er, that little goblin Huyan Yunyao, and Dalong, everyone is just a pawn in his hand.
No wonder he took the risk to go to Beijing even though he knew there were many dangers ahead.
He is gambling with his life on something that I, Li Ye, and Huyan Yunyao all value.
With one assassination, everything can be justified and logical.
The chess game called Tianxia has now entered its climax.
Atmosphere!
Drive!”
Liu Xuan looked at the back of the Queen as she rode away in the snow, and looked doubtfully at Hui'er who was thoughtfully sitting aside.
“Sister Hui’er, what are you talking about, sister-in-law?”
Hui'er shrugged her shoulders helplessly, pursed her red lips and smiled silently, then followed her on horseback.
Liu Xuan, who was left without a clue for the moment, was stunned for a moment, then she galloped towards the two of them and chased after them.
The coffin carriage continues its journey north amid the scenes of people from Yinzhou walking along the road to see it off.
And a piece of news once again swept across the land of the 27th Prefecture in Northern Xinjiang at the speed of the wind.
The death of King Bingjian was not due to death, but because the imperial court sent people to attack and kill him.
King Bingjian was unprepared and was attacked by imperial assassins at Fengyun Ferry at the junction of Xinzhou and Mingzhou. He was seriously injured and died.
The doubtful common people gradually believed this rumor under the vivid narration of merchants passing by Fengyundu.
The scene after the war and the sudden appearance of thousands of new graves on both sides of the official road made this rumor more and more real.
And this storm was inevitably transmitted to the south of Fengyundu with an unstoppable momentum, and it could not be controlled and gradually spread towards the capital.
In the wilderness outside Yinzhou City, Li Buyi gently fiddled with the fly whisk in his hand, looking at Wen Renzheng who was dazed beside him with interest and smiled lightly.
“Junior brother, what do you think?”
Wen Renzheng looked at the vehicle frame that gradually turned into an afterimage on the official road, his old eyes filled with sadness and confusion.
“Resurrection from the dead, even if the people cannot return to their hearts, at least the general trend has been achieved.
Coupled with these rumors, the right time, place and people are all at hand.
The words of his former mentor could not help but come to Lao Cheng's mind.
Only those who control people's hearts are worthy of enjoying the world.
Today, the clouds and mist finally cleared and the sun finally appeared.
Alas, the world is in chaos!"
“No need to be sentimental, it’s just the times that make heroes!
Furthermore, it is this Lord who has the final say whether the world will be in chaos or not!"