Jun Jiuling

The atmosphere at the South City Gate was a bit chaotic.

What happened outside the city has spread along with the exchanges of the imperial guards.

Cheng Guogong was blocked and scolded one after another, and Cheng Guogong's soldiers and horses even fired knives and guns at the people.

This is not at all the Cheng Guogong they imagined.

Thoughts flashed by and the people were a little confused.

What kind of Duke Cheng are they imagining? In fact, they can't tell. After all, it has been nearly twenty years since the Jin people went south to break the city and fought in the Northland, and Duke Cheng has been stationed in the Northland for ten years. Well, those wars were cruel and brutal, for everyone, they only exist in the jokes, too far away.

The third prince on the city gate was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Born and raised in Shandong, he had never experienced such a lively scene. Unlike the emperor's feeling, the noisy crowd only made him feel impatient, without the slightest pleasure.

The capital city was already quite hot in summer, and the emperor asked the prince to come early to express his appreciation. He had been waiting at the city gate for nearly an hour.

"Are you coming or not? If you don't come, then you won't wait." The third prince took the fan from the maid's hand, and slapped it vigorously twice to dispel the anxiety in his heart.

The accompanying officials had complex expressions, and many of them even had a hint of joy.

The third prince is not as good-tempered as the emperor, and this time he wanted to make a good show, but he encountered embarrassment with Cheng Guogong. The third prince must have become angry from embarrassment, not to mention leaving in a huff, and he will not be jealous in the future.

"Your Highness, wait a moment, something happened up front." An official stepped forward to persuade, "I'm afraid Duke Cheng will come later..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion under the city gate, and the sound of trampling footsteps could be heard in the distance.

"coming!"

There were shouts one after another, and countless people looked towards the road.

It's here? So fast?

The officials at the city gate looked surprised.

The third prince also stood up.

"Look how handsome this famous Northern Army is." He said with a bit of a smile, and he also walked out.

All the officials hurriedly followed, standing on the city gate with a wider view, seeing people all over the sky at a glance.

All the officials, including the third prince, were taken aback by the crowd.

"Are these people here, or soldiers?" He blurted out.

Not only did they have such doubts, but the people in the capital who gradually saw the people waiting were also very surprised. The first thing that appeared in their sight was a group of ordinary people, even worse than the ordinary people. Compared with the people in the capital who were watching, they were more like It's a beggar.

How did this group of people get mixed in? Don't the officers and soldiers on duty care?

While wondering, this group of people had already approached, and the people who crossed the front finally saw the army formation behind them. They said that it was an army formation only because they were different from the people on foot.

What is this army formation? No armor, no weapons, all dressed in civilian clothes, not as glamorous as the officers and soldiers of the Imperial Army on duty on both sides of the road.

At least for this duty, they all put on new armor and looked refreshed.

The cheers dissipated, replaced by buzzing voices of discussion and inquiries.

The noise did not affect the team's progress. After the common people passed by, Cheng Guogong's army lined up before everyone's eyes.

Although there are no armored weapons, the soldiers on the horses look solemn and straight, and the horses are stepping neatly, so that the sound of horseshoes echoing in everyone's ears has an incredible rhythm.

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

Without the cover of armor and weapons, it looks approachable, so that everyone can see these soldiers clearly.

They are of different ages, their faces are weathered, their hands holding the reins are rough, and the simple cloth clothes flutter as they walk, revealing the scars on their necks and chests.

They don't have three heads and six arms, and they are not as majestic as tigers and wolves, but it is these people who have guarded the Northland for ten years, so that the gold thief had to ask for peace and a truce.

They don't wear armor or weapons, just march forward with such awe-inspiring posture, unstoppable and death-defying.

The roadside fell into silence, only the sound of horses' hooves was heard.

"Stop, stop."

The officials at the city gate finally rushed down, blocking the advancing people with anxiety and anger.

"What are you going to do?"

"We're going to enter the city, we're going to send Duke Cheng into the city." The people who were stopped shouted loudly.

Let the originally quiet city gate fall into a commotion.

The officials already knew what was going on ahead, and their faces were ashen. Not to mention those scribes and scholars couldn't stop them, so many refugees, if they really wanted to go crazy, they couldn't stop them either.

"Mr. Cheng, what do you mean?" the leading official stood on the city gate and shouted angrily, looking towards the army formation.

The army formation had stopped, and with the waving of several flags, the formation changed in unison and separated a road, and a man came slowly from inside on horseback.

He is tall, with a gentle description, wearing a cloth robe, at first glance he looks like a well-educated middle-aged scribe, wandering the streets leisurely.

This is…..

"Cheng Guogong!" An older man among the crowd suddenly shouted loudly, "It's Cheng Guogong!"

With the shouting, the man was so excited that he could hardly hold on to himself, and was about to pounce forward.

Only then did the people finally come to their senses, and immediately made noise.

This is Cheng Guogong!

Not a vicious martial artist, but such a refined and handsome man.

This is Cheng Guogong, the name of the God of War, and he is indeed a fairy and handsome man.

Countless shouts sounded, and the originally quiet crowd surged, because the strange doubts of the military formation were immediately put aside, and everyone rushed like this, and the officers and soldiers on duty were crowded and fluctuated, resisting the crowd tightly , to prevent them from rushing into the road, although the road is already full of people.

"It's really cheap to look good."

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

But no one laughed because of his words. Cheng Guogong brought so many people here, and once he appeared on the stage, the crowd in the capital was almost crazy, which was too scary.

This is still without armor and weapons. If these soldiers wear armor, I don't know how terrible it will be.

The faces of the officials standing in front of the city gate became even more ashen. Following Cheng Guogong's approach and the people who voluntarily backed away, Cheng Guogong soon arrived in front of them.

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

"It's lucky that Zhu Shan didn't disgrace his life." He said, cupping his fists and bowing his body, "Bring the people of the three counties back to Zhou to thank Your Majesty."

The official froze for a moment.

Luckily not disgraceful? Bring people back to Zhou? Thank you, Your Majesty?

There is no questioning, no anger, and no praise, but gratitude.

As Cheng Guogong's words fell, the people behind him knelt down and raised their hands to worship.

"Thank you Chengguo for not giving up, thank you His Majesty for not giving up, we are back."

"We are still citizens of Da Zhou, we are back."

"Thank the emperor for being so generous!"

"Thank you for not abandoning me!"

Tens of thousands of people knelt down, and tens of thousands of voices sounded, hoarse and weeping, adding to the tragedy.

The noisy onlookers were already stunned and silent, but the people on the city gate looked down on this scene even more shockingly.

"Interesting!" The third prince said, patting the city wall, without the slightest impatience, and with a radiant look, "This is a compliment!"

The praise is not how powerful he is, Duke Cheng, or how mighty the soldiers are, but how kind the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is. It is not him thanking Duke Cheng and these soldiers, but the people thanking the emperor.

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

Following his movements, the officials of the Eunuch's Ministry of Etiquette rushed to move.

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

A sound spread, drums and music blared together, and colorful flags moved together.

"The time is just right." An official from the Ministry of Rituals looked at the hourglass and murmured, "Auspicious time, auspicious person and auspicious image."

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Looking at the people who passed through the city gate without hindrance and headed for the imperial city along the street after being received by the prince, a smile appeared on the face of Ning Yan, who had been silent for a long time, standing on the restaurant facing the street.

"Three levels have passed."

He picked up the cup of tea that had been sitting in front of him for an unknown amount of time and drank it down in one gulp.

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