Chapter 302

The cavalry was getting closer to the chariot.

Lingxiao is a martial arts practitioner. He has good eyesight. He can see the man surrounded by people in the middle.

He fixed his eyes on the past with a pair of joyful eyes.

The eyes are bright and transparent.

Surrounded by the crowd in the center of the young man, wrapped in a snow-white fox fur, the broad hair collar will take advantage of the snow-white small face to get smaller and smaller.

Red lips and white teeth, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and a little red nose, it is easy to see which young master has been pampered.

This is the little emperor?

Lingxiao thought for a moment, the little emperor seems to be over 16 years old.

Looking at him now, he can say that he is 14 years old. He looks like a child who hasn't grown up. No wonder Princess Ann didn't talk to each other.

It's not like a man who can get married.

Lingxiao couldn't help laughing when he thought of it.

Thinking like this, the horse has come near.

As soon as he pulled the reins, the horse growled in his crotch, and his front hooves rose high, almost standing upright.

Ah Zhao's eyes are shining: handsome!

Lingxiao back off the horse, behind hundreds of Pro guards with the movement of neat uniform off the horse.

"I'd like to meet your majesty. Long live your majesty

"I will see your majesty. Long live your majesty!"

The officers and men who came down from the battlefield were invited to kowtow, and they also brought with them an indelible sense of killing and blood.

There was a young Chamberlain beside him, even shaking slightly.

Ah Zhao is more happy.

That's what we need! To be invincible on the battlefield!

Without saying a word, she came forward and personally helped up Lingxiao: "general, please get up." At the same time, let the general behind him stand up.

Although Lingxiao was granted the title of Fu Guogong, everyone still preferred to call him the general.

Lingxiao only felt that, looking closer, the little emperor looked smaller.

Just to the position of their shoulders, the whole person wrapped in a cloak, thin and small.

It seems that the rumors of weakness are true.

Thinking of this, he was worried that his Majesty's body could not hold on. Now Daqi would not be hit again.

He simply reported to a Zhao that the 200000 troops he had brought back could not have come to the capital with him. All of them were stationed dozens of miles outside the capital, waiting for the imperial court's orders.

This time, the return of the army to Korea is also a kind of awe. Let those clansmen who are ready to move be more secure.

A Zhao listened carefully and nodded his head. The cat's eyes were full of adoration.

At the same time, Lingxiao feels interesting and worried. It's not good for you to look angry and happy.

When he went back, a Zhao sat in the imperial chariot, riding a horse in the sky and following him.

Ah Zhao, who was already empty and got up early, was excited after seeing the man. Now he sat in the imperial chariot, comfortable and sleepy.

She leaned against the soft cushion and fell asleep.

To the gate of the palace, Lingxiao off the horse.

According to the previous orders, although the late emperor had just passed away and could not hold a palace banquet, ah Zhao still wanted to meet the general himself.

So Lingxiao did not leave, but waited for a Zhao's command.

But there was no movement in the chariot.

"Your Majesty?" The palace man whispered.

There was no response.

Lingxiao in the heart of a hurry, already did not care about the dignity, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain.

In front of him was a little emperor who was sleeping seven times and eight times askew.

Lingxiao: "it's just

He put down the curtain and coughed gently at the worried jade lake: "Your Majesty is resting. Go straight to the purple pole hall."