Chapter 640

The atmosphere here is a little noisy.

What happened outside the city has spread with the contacts of the forbidden army.

Chengguogong was stopped and scolded one after another, and chengguogong's soldiers and horses even used knives and guns against the people.

This is not the Cheng Guogong they imagined.

The idea flashed, and the people were a little confused.

What is Cheng Guogong in their imagination? In fact, they can't tell. After all, it has been nearly 20 years since the Jin people went south to destroy the city and fought in the north, and the Duke of Cheng has been stationed in the north for ten years. Those wars are cruel and fierce. For everyone, they just exist in the story and laughter, which is too far away.

The third prince on the gate is only 16 or 17 years old. Born and raised in Shandong, he has never experienced such a lively scene. Different from the feeling of the emperor, the noisy people only make him feel impatient and have no pleasure.

In summer, the capital was already a bit hot. In order to express his appreciation, the emperor asked the prince to come early. He had been waiting at the gate for nearly an hour.

"Will you come or not? If you don't, you won't wait." The third prince took the fan in the maid's hand and fanned it twice to dispel his anxiety.

The attendant officials looked complicated, many of them with a trace of joy.

The third prince didn't have the good temper of the emperor. This time, he wanted to make a scene, but he met embarrassment with Duke Cheng. The third prince must be angry with shame, not to mention leaving, and he must be jealous in the future.

"Your Highness, wait a minute. Something happened ahead." An official came forward and advised, "I'm afraid Duke Cheng will come later..."

Before his voice fell, he heard a commotion under the gate, and footsteps came from afar.

"Coming!"

Shouts came and went, and countless people looked at the road.

Did you come? So fast?

The officials on the gate looked surprised.

The third prince also stood up.

"Look at the demeanor of this famous northern army." He said with some laughter, and the man came out.

All the officials hurriedly followed. Standing on the gate, they had a wider view and saw people all over the sky at a glance.

All the officials, including the three princes, were shocked by the crowd.

"Is this the people or the soldiers?" He blurted out a question.

Not only did they have such doubts, but the people in Beijing who gradually saw the waiting people were also surprised. The first people in sight were a group of ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people. They looked more like beggars to the people in Beijing who were watching.

How did you let these people get in? The officers and soldiers on duty don't care?

In doubt, the group of people had approached, crossed the people in front and finally saw the military array behind them. It was said that the military array was just because they were different from the people on foot.

What's this called? Without armor and weapons, the soldiers of the forbidden army on duty on both sides of the road look better in cloth clothes.

At least for this time on duty, they all put on new armor clothes and looked in good spirits.

The cheers dispersed and were replaced by a buzzing of discussion and inquiry.

The noise did not affect the march of the team. After the people, the army formation of Cheng Guogong came in front of everyone.

Although there were no armor weapons, they were majestic, but the soldiers on the horse looked solemn, their waist was straight, and the horses stepped neatly, so that the sound of horses' hoofs echoed in everyone's ears with an incredible rhythm.

This rhythm seemed to step on everyone's heart, making the noise stop gradually, and all eyes focused on these soldiers.

There is no armor to cover them. They look approachable. Let's see these soldiers clearly.

They are of different ages. Their faces are covered with wind and frost, and their hands holding the reins are rough. With the simple cloth clothes floating, they expose their necks and scars on their chest.

They have no three heads and six arms and are not as majestic as tigers and wolves, but it is these people who have guarded the north for ten years, so that the gold thieves have to beg for peace and truce.

Without armour or weapons, they marched with such a solemn look and upright posture, and looked at death like home.

The roadside fell into silence and only heard the sound of horses' hoofs.

"Stop, stop."

The officials on the gate finally ran down and stopped the people with impatience and anger.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going into the city. We're going to send Cheng Guogong into the city." The stopped people shouted loudly.

Let the quiet city gate fall into a commotion.

Officials already know what's going on in front of them. They look very blue. Not to mention those scholars and scholars who can't stop them. If so many refugees really want to go crazy, they can't stop them.

"Cheng Guogong, what do you mean?" The chief official stood on the gate and shouted angrily, looking into the military array.

The military formation had stopped. With the waving of several flags, the formation changed in unison, separated a road, and a man rode slowly from the inside.

He is tall, warm and wearing a cloth robe. At first glance, he looks like a learned middle-aged scholar, wandering the streets leisurely.

This is

"Cheng Guogong!" Among the onlookers, an elderly man suddenly shouted, "it's Duke Cheng!"

With the cry, the man was so excited that he could hardly hold himself, he was about to rush forward.

The people finally regained their senses and soon became noisy.

This is Cheng Guogong!

It's not a fierce warrior, but such a refined and handsome man.

This is the name of Cheng Guogong, the God of war. Indeed, it is a fairy Junyi.

Countless shouts rang out, and the originally quiet crowd poured in, because the strange doubts of the military array were immediately put aside, and everyone rushed in like this. The officers and soldiers on duty were crowded and fluctuated for a while, standing against the crowd to prevent them from rushing into the road, although the road was already full of people.

"It's an advantage to look good."

An official standing on the gate couldn't help muttering.

But no one laughed because of his words. When Cheng Guogong came with so many people, the onlookers in the capital were almost crazy. It was too scary.

There is still no armor and weapons. If these soldiers hang their armor, I don't know how terrible it will be.

The officials standing in front of the city gate looked more iron and blue. With the people who took the initiative to step back and avoid him, Cheng Guogong soon came to his eyes.

Cheng Guogong dismounted, strode and stood in front of the official.

"Zhu Shan is lucky to live up to his life." He said, bowing and saluting, "take the people of three counties back to Zhou to thank your majesty."

The official was stunned.

Lucky not to lose your life? Bring the people back to Zhou? Thank you, your majesty?

No questioning, no anger, no boasting, but thanking.

As Cheng Guogong's words fell, the people behind him fell like a mountain, kneeling and raising their hands to worship.

"Lord Xie Chengguo doesn't give up. Your majesty doesn't give up. We're back."

"We are still the people of Da Zhou. We are back."

"Thank you for your thick earth!"

"Thank you for not abandoning me!"

Tens of thousands of people kneel down, tens of thousands of voices rise, the vicissitudes of life are hoarse, with a sense of crying, adding to the tragedy.

The noisy onlookers had already been stunned and silent, and the residents on the gate looked at this scene from a high face.

"Interesting!" The third prince patted the wall and said, no more impatient and energetic, "this is praising the work!"

What he praises is not how powerful he became a duke, not how powerful the soldiers are, but how kind the emperor of this week is. It is not that he thanked Duke Cheng and these soldiers, but that all the people wish to thank the emperor.

"Cheng Guogong, please." He raised his hand and shouted loudly. He turned and strode down the city.

With his actions, the officials of the eunuch's internal ceremony department were busy.

"Welcome!"

"Welcome!"

The sound spread, the drums and the colored flags moved together.

"Just in time." An etiquette official looked at the hourglass and muttered, "auspicious time, auspicious people and auspicious images."

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After seeing the prince, the people and horses who passed through the gate and went to the Imperial City along the street showed a smile on Ning Yan's long silent face in the street restaurant.

"The three levels have passed."

He picked up a cup of tea that had been put in front of him for a long time and drank it all at once.

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