Jinling, on the shore of Xuanwu Lake.

When I saw the picturesque beauty again, Qingyan seemed to be like a different world.

Three months are only a flash of fingers for ordinary people, but for Qingyan, it is not as weak as living again.

From leading the Huwei on a journey, he fought against Bailiji, set up a stone mountain, fled to Xiliang Kingdom, broke into the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, crossed the North Yan Kingdom, rescued Zhao Ling'er, and had the last thousand-mile escape. Perhaps ordinary people would not experience the above thing in their entire lives.

At this time, his hands were wrapped in warmth, and Zhao Ling'er and Shangguan Feiyan were pulled to the left and right respectively, as if helping him share the pain in his worries.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go home and have a look."

Qingyan rolled over the horse and walked towards the familiar road. The morning sunlight shone through the clouds, washing away the haze on Qingyan's body bit by bit.

After half a stick of incense, he slowly lowered his horse speed and looked into the distance with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

I saw that the Ten Mile Pavilion in front was already crowded with people, as if the people in the entire Jinling City had put down their work.

In addition to the people, the hundreds of people in front of the crowd seemed like a drop in the ocean, but their identities were unparalleled.

All officials above the sixth rank in Jinling came here, and no matter what important treatment they had, they put them down and spontaneously came to welcome the young prince who was born and died for Nan Zhao.

Many familiar faces came into view, especially Zhao Jing's tall figure, which made Qingyan feel a little sore in his nose.

"Brother, don't let everyone wait for a long time, let's go." Zhao Ling'er reminded softly.

"Okay, let's go."

Qingyan gently clamped the horse's belly, Mo Xue slowly moved forward with small steps, and more than ten other people followed closely behind.

After taking the first step, the cheers of thunderous mountains and seas resounded throughout the world. The people took out firecrackers that had been prepared long ago, and countless people sang and danced, which was even more lively than New Year's Eve.

When it was ten feet away, Qingyan turned over and got off the horse and led Mo Xue forward slowly.

Zhao Jing also left the crowd and walked towards his somewhat haggard good brother.

Both of them had tenderness in their eyes, but there were pain and helplessness hidden deep in them.

Both of them knew what Emperor Ling did, and they knew it well. As the best brothers, they could see what each other was thinking by just looking at their eyes.

"You have suffered..."

Zhao Jing had prepared thousands of words before to the bronze mirror, but at the critical moment, it only turned into four simple words.

The noisy cheers in my ears could not conceal Zhao Jing's voice. Qingyan could feel how many unknown friendships contained in these short four words.

“All have come here.”

The answer was also four words. Qingyan didn't know where his eloquent eloquence had been thrown. He was going to question and complain, but looking at his good brother's excited and embarrassed eyes with a hint of embarrassment and fear, he couldn't bear to speak out again.

"Did you know?"

"Yes, I know."

The two of them asked and answered each other, and said something that everyone didn't know. Only Shangguan Feiyan, who was standing behind Qingyan, understood what they meant. At this time, she clenched her fists, and her palms were already covered with sweat. She was afraid that Qingyan would really tell Zhao Jing in person that she would no longer set foot in the temple to spend the rest of her life in Wuyue Jianchi.

After hearing this, Zhao Jing was a little afraid to look at Qingyan's eyes, but after a moment, he still plucked up the courage to look at the other person and then bowed and bowed.

"On behalf of the Southern Zhao court and the people, I welcome the side-by-side kings to return to Beijing to triumphantly!"

A deep gift and a roar with all your strength, even if the people who did not hear clearly on the outside could guess what they were saying from their actions.

"King side by side!"

"King side by side!"

“….”

With the sound of drums and firecrackers, countless people also turned all their emotions into those three words. Although they did not know what Qingyan encountered behind Shiren Mountain, they could truly deserve the title of King Side by just relying on Jingbei's proud battle.

The officials led by Xiao Guang and Zhuge Muyun also came forward. The congratulations did not make Qingyan feel hypocritical, but were particularly real. No matter what, they were all their own compatriots, and they were thousands of times more comfortable than the smiling faces of Hu people in the north.

"Let's go, Dong Zhao is waiting in the palace for the old lady, so he must be anxious at this moment." After Zhao Jing said that, he wanted to hold Qingyan's wrist as usual, but he regretted it as soon as he stretched out his hand. He felt that as Qingyan's irreconcilable enemy, he had no qualifications.

"Let's go." Qingyan took the initiative to punch the other party when he passed by Zhao Jing.

Feeling the pain of the shoulder mountain, Zhao Jing's eyes instantly wet. Since his father's death, too many burdens have fallen on his body, but they are not as painful as not knowing the conspiracy behind him. He tossed and turned every day and night. He was afraid that Qingyan would never recognize this brother again and became an enemy from then on.

"What's wrong? Even if Qingyan comes back, you, the future emperor, don't need to cry, right?" Dong Yan was a little puzzled, and stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Zhao Jing's eyes.

"You're so fucking crying. I'm so fascinated by the sand."

As the unique protagonist of the welcome specifications since the founding of the State Zhao Kingdom, Qingyan was walking on thin ice every step he took. He did not think he was qualified to enjoy such courtesy. Although Xiliang was defeated in the Battle of Jingbei, there was no victory at all. The 20,000 tiger guards who embarked on the journey were basically wiped out, and only a dozen people were killed to return home.

Thinking of this, Qingyan stopped and the officials following behind him were a little surprised, Zhao Jing and others, for some reason.

"Everyone! Please listen to me!"

The roar of strength came from Xu Yuan, and even the people on the outermost side could hear it clearly.

A needle fell from the north of Jinling in an instant, waiting for Qingyan's next words.

"I believe everyone knows that I led 20,000 Tiger Guards to Jingzhou to resist Xiliang. Fortunately, God has mercy, so I did not let the Hu people break through Jingzhou and attack Nan Zhao's hinterland. But in the final analysis, as the commander of the king, I did not make significant achievements. In the Battle of Shirenshan, the great man in Nan Zhao died on the battlefield. I did not fulfill my promise to wait for them to go home. It was my fault."

It was originally a grand occasion for heroes, but the hero confessed his mistakes in front of others, which was really unexpected.

But after a moment, no matter how old or what you are from, everyone in any background clearly understands the meaning of this sentence, not to seek fame, but from the heart.

Because the king of side by side fell tears.

"Before going to the war, I promised my brothers that they would exert the power of Nan Zhao to make Beiyan scared, and they would never dare to peek at the territory of Nan Zhao again, and they would go home triumphantly. I did not do it, and they would lose their lives in front of me, but even so, they were all men who stood up and down, no one retreated, no one surrendered to the enemy, no one would dare to go forward, no one would be afraid of any thorns and obstacles ahead."

"It is precisely because they are all my good brothers and Nan Zhao's good boys that I feel heartbroken. If you enjoy the food and slurry with them, it is understandable. But only I, the general who has not kept his promise, is really worthy of it. I hope you don't give me the kind of love I have ever given, go back, go back."

There is silence, dead silence.

Only Qingyan's heavy steps and forced sobs.

Zhao Jing realized at this moment that apart from the deep hatred between the old prince and his wife, what made Qingyan even more painful was the robes of the Huwei Camp's death. Looking back at the scene when it was checked with Longxiang Camp, every soldier loved his chief general with his life and soul. Everything was like yesterday, but at this moment, he could no longer go back.

Not only Zhao Jing, but everyone only realized how important those low-born soldiers were in the heart of the King of Sides. Just like real brothers and sisters, he was sad, regretful, and blamed himself, and felt ashamed of enjoying the food and slurry alone.

"Prince! The Huwei Camp has not died!"

More than a dozen soldiers wearing armor walked out of the crowd and came to Qingyan's side and knelt on their knees.

"Prince! You are the general of Shi Zhan and my lifelong general. Even if you let me die, you will not hesitate at all. But today, I will never agree with your words." Shi Zhan said in a deep voice: "In the Battle of Shirenshan, when the combat power of the enemy and us was very different, it was the prince who asked us to lead the last few hundred brothers to break through, but you only led fifty brothers to charge at 10,000 Tiefutu. Let me ask! There are such generals in the world!"

In the end, Shi Zhan has turned into a roar.

"That's right! In order to make a living for us, the prince voluntarily went to Beiyan in the opposite direction. If you feel guilty, then we can only thank the world for death!" Ye Tian's eyes were cracked.

‘Swish’

With the sound of weapons being drawn out, more than a dozen surviving Tiger Guards put their swords around their necks.

"No!" Qingyan subconsciously rushed forward. Before everyone could see clearly what was going on, more than a dozen horizontal knives had been removed.

"What are you doing? Acting? I need you to explain it? No matter what I say or what I do, even if I rush to one million people, those 20,000 brothers will never be able to be resurrected! No matter how much you say, it will be useless!" Qing Yan threw the weapon to the ground.

Shi Zhan did not dare to refute, but just took out something from his arms and slowly opened it.

"Your Majesty, you handed over to Beizhi that night, saying that if you die in battle, Beizhi will inherit this battle flag as the last man in the Northern Palace. If you are not killed in battle, you will return it to you. Prince Majesty knows that you are in great pain and miss your brothers who have left, but this battle flag of Beizhi will still be returned to you!"

Qingyan did not extend his hand, nor did he take a step. If he took the black flag, it means he took the responsibility again and defended the territory of Nan Zhao again. The decision he had made would disappear.

Zhao Jing also knew, but he didn't dare to speak. He was afraid that it would stimulate Qingyan, and he was afraid that he would cross Shi Zhan and cross the battle flag.

Zhao Ling'er and Shangguan Feiyan didn't dare to speak. Although the former did not know the conspiracy twenty years ago, her brother's occasional decadent face made her feel heartbroken. No matter what decision she made, she would fully support her brother. The latter was the third person who knew the inside story. By the bonfire in Xiliang that night, Qingyan's words were still lingering in her heart.

All officials did not know the reason, but they would not add anything without Zhao Jing's words.

The people with humble identities did not know what happened, and why the King of Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side-Side

No one wants to see this consequence, let alone think about it.

During the years when Zhao Xuance disappeared, he was bullied by the two countries and lived a life of panic and not knowing when the country would be destroyed. He finally waited for Zhao Xuance's son who was waiting for the moon, and he was not inferior to his father. In the past two years, he had outstanding military achievements, like a rising general.

"King...Prince, why don't you accept the flag?"

Although this question was very light, it seemed like a thunder in everyone's heart!

Looking at the sound, I found that it was a teenager who was praising his hands, obviously a child from an ordinary farmer.

"You are... the boy who gave me buns?" Qingyan recalled the other party's identity.

On the day of the court meeting before the war, the young man was severely injured by Zhao Xiang's guards. Finally, in order to thank Qingyan for his help, he gave him his lunch.

"No, I didn't expect that the prince still remembers me." The young man obviously couldn't stand the thousands of gazes. Except for his unscrupulous words, his steps were retreating uncontrollably.

"Come on." Qingyan waved slowly, and a smile appeared on his face.

When the boy came to him, Qingyan squatted down and asked, "Why do you want me to pick up the flag?"

"Because you said, let me work hard to enter Yuetang Academy. I will see you every day. I said I want to become a hero like the prince, but if you don't take the flag, will I lose my goal?"

After hearing this, everyone realized that this unknown young man had such a connection with the King of Sides and had high hopes. Many active officials had already planned how to win over the other party.

"I'm tired. I used to think that I could do everything and save everyone, but in the end, I can't even save my own brothers. I don't want to endure such pain. Can you understand?" Qingyan did not treat the other party as a child, but as an equal person.

"I don't really understand what you mean. Are you too tired to lead troops to fight? I still have a few buns here. If you don't dislike it, just eat them all. You liked it very much at the beginning. I think you will not be tired after eating it. If you feel tired again in the future, I will make buns for you."

When I opened the basket, I found that a few buns were already cold and transparent. The expression on the boy's face was extremely awkward. I wonder if I would send it out.

"You said, we'll make up for it. If I feel tired again, you'll treat me to a bun." Qingyan wiped the corners of his eyes, grabbed the buns with one hand and swallowed them voraciously, but no matter how he wiped the back of his hand, tears could not be stopped.
To be continued...