Chapter 197 Funeral for Mr. Wei go home.

Her home is in Xianyang, Yong State, not in Daliang City where she lost her relatives and close friends.

go home.

There are babies waiting to be fed at home, but there are no endless snowflakes of cold despair.

Jiang He's body moved.

But the little bit of vitality she regained was dull and indifferent.

The air seemed a little colder.

Jiang He pulled up the sable cloak wrapped around Wei Ji's body and covered his face.

It was the last time she saw his face.

Since then, yin and yang have been separated.

The dead sleep unwillingly with their long-cherished wishes who are alive have to take a road that is as difficult as a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

Jiang He put down Wei Ji and stood up, took a step back and saluted Zhao Zheng.

She knelt down in the snow, her movements flawless and her appearance impeccable.

Zhao Zheng's hand holding the handle of the umbrella tightened, and he stood up slowly, feeling as if everything was burning inside.

It was her first time to treat him with such a solemn and distant gift.

"Your Majesty," Zhao Zheng heard Jiang He's voice, "I beg you to bury Mr. Wei."

She said pleading, she said funeral.

In front of him, in front of the Yong generals, in front of the people of Daliang.

The umbrella handle was made of bamboo and was almost broken in Zhao Zheng's hand.

He frowned and looked at Jiang He, veins popped out on his forehead, and there was snow in his eyes, but he did not speak.

He didn't answer, so Jiang He kept kneeling.

How cold is the ground in early winter?

Don’t you want those two slender legs of hers? Zhao Zheng felt the salty taste in his mouth, which was something crushed by his clenched teeth.

He turned around, walked straight through the kneeling generals, passed through the people gathered around, left the city gate, left the beam, and walked towards the Yongguo military camp.

The dark green robes were flying, like the night covering everything, thick and angry.

Only then did the people of Wei dare to kneel on the ground and cry loudly.

"Young master...Young master..."

Weeping sounds surged in front of the city gate, but there were no tears in Jiang He's eyes.

She's going to take the next step.

In a world without him.

Jiang He stood up and searched among the generals. His expression moved slightly and he called: "Meng Tian."

Meng Tian crossed the crowd and appeared in front of Jiang He.

"Wei Chen has just found the coffin," he reported, "Your Majesty has already moved away, and the Queen can leave with peace of mind. It would be nice to have Wei Chen here."

Knowing that Jiang He and Wei Ji were friends, and seeing how sad she was, Meng Tian knew what to do without any special instructions.

What's more, His Majesty also asked about the coffin.

It seems that even though they are enemies, they still cherish each other.

Jiang He shook his head slightly and said: "Transport the coffin to the palace, and I will do the rest."

She will do it.

They arranged his appearance, selected his burial clothes, placed his funeral objects, and waited for a day for his relatives.

Wei Zipei cried bitterly in the hall filled with white candles.

Jiang He left, leaving her with time to spend with her brother.

No other relatives came back.

Daliang is now a city of Yong State, and no royal family of Wei State is willing to take the risk to bury Wei Ji.

Wei Ji, he doesn't like Daliang either.

He likes his fiefdom on the north side of the Yellow River.

——"My fiefdom is in Xinling," he once said. "It is a gift given to me by my father."

The young man looked proud and pointed to the southeast: "That's the richest place and the people are the happiest. Because I secretly lowered the taxes, and my father didn't know."

The taxes in the fief were actually his property, and he didn't value gold and silver.

Since you like it, let's sleep there forever.

"How does this work?"

Compared to Meng Tian who hesitated to speak, Jiang Ben directly objected.

He returned to Daliang to recuperate. Hearing that Jiang He wanted to carry Ling to Xinling, he asked someone to remove a door panel and carry him over.

"My sister is now the queen of the Yong Kingdom. Even if she helps the spirit to bury the young master, the people there will not give up."

Although Wei Ji was killed by the people of Chu, Yong could not escape his involvement.

What's more, the two countries are at war now.

When King Yong and his wife went to Xinling, they simply threw themselves into a trap.

"I'll go." Wei Zipei also sobbed, "I can't let my sister take this risk."

"You are still injured." Jiang He patted her shoulder gently.

Wei Zipei was completely naked, and the injured parts were wrapped in linen, as many as seven.

Jiang Ben was injured more severely than she was. The accumulation of old and new trauma made it difficult for him to even sit up and speak.

"I'm fine," Jiang He insisted, "Don't worry."

But how could they feel relieved?

The Yongguo military camp was just outside Daliang City, and Meng Tian immediately reported the matter to the king.

"Let her go."

Zhao Zheng sat quietly on the soft futon, his voice was low, and he could not hear any emotion or anger.

"You go too."

Shall I go too? Meng Tian stood in a daze.

Do you want him to go to the funeral too?

"What?" Zhao Zheng looked up at Meng Tian, ​​with a cold look in his eyes, "Now that the Queen has won Daliang City with minimal casualties, are you going to let her fight all the battles in the future?"

Meng Tianru was struck by lightning and knelt down in panic.

Winning the battle south of the Yellow River in Wei State relied on the queen's strategy from the beginning.

Later, thanks to the queen's plan to flood the city, the Wei royal family was forced to abandon Daliang, a city that had been unable to be conquered for a long time.

Meng Tian felt very ashamed. "The main force of Wei State was originally in the north of the Yellow River," Zhao Zhengdao, "but now many of them have sneaked away to Xinling."

That's it!

They were all Wei Ji's trusted troops. He selected and supported the generals, led them to train the troops every year, and he personally rewarded and subsidized them.

They are willing to live for him, die for him, and fight bravely for him.

"Now that Wei Ji's coffin has returned to Xinling, Meng Qing, you are just in time," Zhao Zheng raised his head and said, "annihilate them all."

Annihilate them all! From then on, Wei State was truly destroyed! Meng Tian, ​​the great general, is truly worthy of his name.

He kowtowed to receive the decree, and suddenly thought: Could it be that the Queen also meant this?

Thinking of this, I suddenly feel trembling. Whether it is the king or the queen, it is really unfathomable.

Coming across the border, they are still cutting leeks.

Long Yangjun was so jealous that he killed only three people in this small house.

"Say!"

His bloody sword was hanging down, and his questioning voice was very feminine.

It's this kind of femininity that makes people the most frightened.

"Where's Yingji?"

The three servants who were kneeling in the blood of their comrades looked at Lord Long Yang in despair. After a long time, one of them was bolder and said tremblingly: "Return... to Shouchun."

Have you regained your youth? Robbers are naturally like this.

After grabbing enough things, we have to go back to our hometown.

"Okay," Long Yangjun nodded to the person who answered, "You can live."

He looked at the other two men, tilted his sword slightly, and said, "Who will answer next, where is Wei Yu?"

The two people, who were so frightened that they collapsed, finally regained some consciousness and loudly told Wei Yu's whereabouts.

"It's locked in the woodshed."

"Master Ying said it was his trophy and he was going to take it back."

If he didn’t bring it, he might be too anxious, or he might have snatched too many things and the carriage couldn’t fit them.

Long Yangjun pushed open the door of the woodshed.

As expected, Wei Yu was lying there.

The dead one, Wei Yu, whose stomach was cut open.

The dusk light passed through the window lattice and fell on Wei Yu's cold body.

Long Yangjun knelt down beside him.

"It's my fault," he whispered.

No one answered.

The once all-powerful king of the Wei Kingdom died in this dirty woodshed.

Long Yangjun's voice was very calm, and it wasn't until his fingers touched Wei Yu's intestines and stomach that had been turned out of his body that he finally trembled and cried out.

"Does it hurt?"

he asked.

It hurts a lot, it’s really cruel to let you, who is so afraid of death, die in such pain.

It's so cruel and hateful.

"You can endure the pain for a while longer."

Long Yangjun took out the needle and thread from his sleeve, carefully stuffed Wei Yu's intestines and stomach back into his body, and sutured his skin.

"Don't worry," he said softly, "I will send your Majesty away in dignity first."

Things should be done one by one.

Road, to go step by step.

It was difficult to walk on the frozen road after the first snowfall.

When Jiang He left Daliang City wrapped in a large cloak, everything he saw was white and the soles of his feet were covered in ice.

The people of Daliang City knelt in the ice and snow to see Wei Ji off.

I heard that the king of Wei also died when the Chu army robbed the royal family's remaining royal family took King Wei's body back to the north of the Yellow River. When the news came back, no people were sad about it.

They only cried for Wei Ji.

In their hearts, Wei Ji is almost a belief.

The death of Wei Ji is not much different from the demise of Wei State.

Jiang He glanced in the direction of the Yongguo military camp.

It was very quiet there.

The Yong army did not stop the people of Wei from paying their respects, nor did they say anything.

But Jiang He knew Zhao Zheng's next plan.

——Destroyed the 30 main troops of Wei State.

Zhao Zheng got on his horse and took the reins from Meng Tian.

"It's snowy and the road is slippery, won't Your Majesty take a ride?"

Monty asked.

Zhao Zheng nodded and said: "Hide your horse faster. Most of the courtiers don't know that you are here alone."

When I return to Xianyang, I can no longer return with the queen.

Meng Tian sighed in his heart and suddenly remembered something.

"Previously, Wei Chen was ordered to kill all the male members of the Wei royal family. Except for Wei Jie, who was killed by the Chu army, the rest were almost killed by our army. At that time, the Chu army raided Daliang, and Wei Chen resisted the Chu army under the order of the queen, and We didn’t check carefully to see if any fish slipped through the net.”

Zhao Zheng's expression on the horse suddenly became stiff.

"Meng Tian," Zhao Zheng said, "Gu did order you to kill all the men in the Wei royal family, but Gu sent a letter to retract the order. Didn't you see it?"

Meng Tian was stunned.

He thought for a while and couldn't help but take out a letter from his sleeve, and then took out another letter, held it high and said: "The second letter Wei Chen received was empty. Wei Chen has died." People thoroughly investigated the reason, but they didn’t know that His Majesty had withdrawn his order.”

Zhao Zheng felt as if he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and if he wasn't careful, he would lose everything.

"As for the first letter," he said word by word, "does the Queen know about it?"

Meng Tian bowed his head and knelt down, which was regarded as acquiescence.

Zhao Zheng turned his head and looked in the direction of Daliang City.

There was a cold whiteness in his sight, just like his life when he had nothing.

(End of this chapter)