In this way, the female thief did not appear again, and the situation in Kyoto was still tense, especially at night, when everyone closed their doors and patrolling soldiers could be seen everywhere.
Ten days later, Yiwang and Zhao Xiang returned to Beijing.
Ping'an has been looking forward to their return recently. On this day, she immediately takes shuier and the guards in the house to meet them.
Meng Huo also got the emperor's order and went to meet the victorious general and soldiers outside the city with several princes.
King Yi and Zhao Xiang came back on horseback. When they got outside the gate, they saw the prince, the common people.
Several princes immediately dismounted, came to King Yi to salute him, King Yi asked them to get up.
Zhao Xiang has been craning his neck to find peace, but he is still disappointed to see her.
Just as he drooped his head and muttered, a group of young girls suddenly rushed out, each with a bunch of flowers in his hand, and behind him someone was holding a red cloth with white words on it.
"Welcome to return in triumph! Win glory for our country
Ping'an stands among the girls. She looks very eye-catching in red. She also wears a lily wreath on her head.
The soldiers were shocked by the operation, but they were excited.
The soldiers who go to the battlefield to kill the enemy are doomed. It's good if those who go back, so many of them have lost their companions.
Victory and they are very happy, but the heart is still empty, like lost something in general.
It never occurred to them that there would be such a special welcome ceremony when they came back.
Moreover, some of them saw their families.
"The soldiers who have contributed to our country are offering flowers!" With an order from Ping'an, the girls and the people behind them all rushed to the soldiers and sent the flowers to them.
Ping'an gave the flowers to Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang was so happy that he got off the horse and quickly took her hand.
However, Ping'an held his hand directly, frowning, "where are your fingers?"
Zhao Xiang, "..."
He didn't want her to see that the good observation was so meticulous.
"I was hurt a little by accident. One of my fingers was cut off." Zhao Xiang looked at her and giggled.
Ping'an took his hand and watched him lose a little finger in his right hand. She felt sad. Since the two people cooperated, she had regarded him as her best friend and confidant. So when she learned that he was going to go out with the army, she would worry about his safety and write the art of war to him, hoping that he would come back safely.
"It's nothing. The little finger is useless. If it's gone, it's gone. It won't affect my daily life." Zhao Xiang looked at her and comforted her.
"Why accept Yihe? Why not destroy Yiguo directly?" Ping'an's eyes suddenly become sharp, and they shoot at the carriage not far away.
All the people in there are Yi people!
"Don't be impulsive. We can't help it. Don't worry. I'm fine." Zhao Xiang said quickly.
However, no matter what he said, Ping'an was not good at seeing the carriages of the Yi people. Meng Huo came over, and he was jealous at first. But when he came near and heard their words, he couldn't eat.
He didn't expect Zhao Xiang to be able to fight like this. He came back from the injury and lost a little finger.
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