after marrying the prince

Chapter 191 The Death of Lang Hantian

The sound of killing and shouting around, the sound of fighting and fighting, like melting ice and snow, was silent.

Lan Xunyu said: "Raise the white flag."

The white flag rises, and the war ends.

Soldiers from the two armies will automatically move out of the way, Lan Xunyu led Rong Long Kuangyu and others, put down their weapons, walked to Xiao Yantian's carriage step by step, lifted his clothes and knelt down.

All the Miao soldiers fell to their knees, bowing their heads and crying.

Xiao Yantian looked at the people under his feet and said, "Who is kneeling on the ground?"

Lan Xunyu lowered her head and said, "The general Huayang."

Xiao Yantian said: "Are you convinced?"

Lan Xunyu didn't make a sound, watching Xiao Yantian sitting on the chariot, the high armchair, the stern aura of the king, but his face was defeated, Yintang was black, his lips were black and purple, and the blood in his abdomen was congealed into lumps, bright yellow. His battle robe was stained with blood red in large swaths. On the corners of the clothes, drops of blood fell drop by drop on the car board, along the car board and then fell to the ground, a pool of bright red on the ground.

This person is near the end of his life.

Lan Xunyu sneered from the bottom of her heart, with a smooth face, she said: "Your Majesty is mighty and mighty, it is because I am ignorant of current affairs, I am willing to surrender now."

Xiao Yantian said to Lou Yunmeng: "First invite Prince Liao and others to the Bianyang City government office," then looked at the seriously injured Lang Hantian and said: "Please treat General Lang."

Xiao Yantian leaned his hands on the back of the chair, and tried his best to support him. After explaining everything clearly, the generals obeyed orders to rectify the troops, and placed them everywhere, surrounded by thousands of people. The carriage was in a row. Lou Yunmeng looked back frequently while driving. Xiao Yantian.

Surrounded by crowds, the car entered the government office in Bianyang City.

Lou Yunmeng, Zheng Yun and Qi Shan helped Xiao Yantian into the room.

Xiao Yantian couldn't bear it any longer, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his body convulsed violently, coughing up blood.

The three of Lou Yunmeng panicked and said, "Your Majesty."

Xiao Yantian lay powerlessly beside the bed, and said hoarsely and weakly: "Don't panic, you will disturb the morale of the army. Although he surrenders on the surface, he will not really surrender in his heart. Let him know that I am seriously injured and weak, and there will be another disaster of war." He also said a few medicines , passed out.

Lou Yunmeng wept softly in the three-person room, and went out with a calm expression on his face, going about his own business.

Lan Xunyu and his party were taken to an independent courtyard, guarded by three thousand elite soldiers outside the courtyard.

Three meals a day are served on time.

Lan Xunyu questioned the guard who delivered the food several times.

When will His Majesty summon us?

The guard was expressionless and answered word by word.

On this day, Lan Xunyu asked again, and the guard said coldly, "What are you in a hurry for?"

Lan Xunyu smiled and said: "What the commander said is true." After thinking for a moment, the guard asked again: "Is there something sad about the commander? His eyes are red from crying."

The guard glared at Lan Xunyu and said, "What's the matter with you?"

Rong Long, Kuang Yu, Yun Hai, Liang Ping, and others put the food on the table, sat down around them, and asked, "Why is Your Highness so anxious to meet the Dog Emperor?"

Lan Xunyu paced in the courtyard, said: "The guards have no relatives in the army, crying bitterly, something must have happened, either the emperor died, or the general died, who is it?"

Lang Hantian woke up faintly.

The bright sunlight shines in from the window, and the golden radiance shines through the white gauze bed curtain on the snow-white velvet quilt. A few rhododendrons are blooming beside the window, beautiful and beautiful, and the fragrance of the flowers is refreshing when a breeze blows in.

Two orioles perched on a branch of a peach tree, chirping, cuddling with each other, playing and chasing each other.

The door creaked open.

A person dressed in white like snow walked hurriedly. After stepping through the threshold, he walked straight to the bed. Seeing the person on the bed, his voice was as smooth as jade, and said joyfully, "Third brother, are you awake?"

Lang Hantian's face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and he said hoarsely, "Brother."

Li Ruiyuan sat on the stool next to the bed, holding Lang Hantian's shoulders with both hands, and comforted him: "Your Majesty is afraid that you will be overwhelmed, so he specially asked Yunmeng to guard Huayang City, so that I can rush back to comfort you."

Lang Hantian's eyes were dull and he said: "Jinghong..."

Li Ruiyuan had a sore nose, his eyes turned red and said, "Second brother didn't blame you..."

At midnight,

Riding alone, with a sharp whip and a fast hoof, he passed through Bianyang City.

Five days and five nights, three white horses ran to death.

Wearing white silk and filial piety, he went straight to Kaifeng.

The ever-burning lamps in the Zhonglie Hall were dyed with warm candlelight, the door was opened, the wind blew in, and the candlelight flickered.

The two lamp-keeping novice monks serving in the hall were sitting on both sides of the serving table and fell asleep. They were awakened by the wind. When they saw the person coming, they knelt down in panic and shock: "General."

Lang Hantian said: "Go down."

The two novice monks hurriedly bent down and retreated.

The solemn and bright hall was quiet.

There are a total of 36 tablets in three rows, arranged in a staggered manner, orderly and solemn.

The highest row is the Murong family, the second row is the Lang family, and the third row is the Xie family.

Xie Shi is at the bottom.

Xie Yuntang, Marquis of Zhongwu, is in the middle, with Mrs. Gu Shi of Zhonglie on the left, and Major General Xie Jinghong on the right.

Lang Hantian took out a jug of wine, poured a glass, placed it in front of the tablet in the middle, kowtowed three times, and said: "Uncle enjoys it, nephew pays homage."

Poured another glass of wine in front of the tablet on the left, knelt down and bowed his head, and said: "Auntie enjoys it, nephew bows."

Finally poured a glass of wine and placed it on the right row.

He looked at the memorial tablet, unable to speak for a long time, and stretched out his hand to stroke it.

The vermilion characters on the tablet are slightly dented on the pitch-black wood stroke by stroke.

Rubbing, from top to bottom, from the first stroke to the last stroke.

Tears fell drop by drop, sliding across his pale face.

Memories flooded in.

On the banks of the Dream River of Wangchuan River,

Meet on the tree to catch cicadas, and go down the river to catch fish.

Fight together in the school, practice martial arts together under the flower tree.

Study together in the private school, kneel and punish together in the ancestral hall.

Let's embrace the world together, and have high ambitions together.

Let's make obeisance together, and become officials together.

The words of the past are like the wind blowing in my ears tonight.

"Han Tian, ​​we will be brothers for life."

"In the future, you will be a general and I will be a bachelor. Together, we will serve the imperial court and aspire to be a minister of humerus."

"I'm worried about you going to the frontier. I beg my father to go with me, and I will protect and take care of you on the way."

"Yuling has many poisonous insects and snakes. I asked a military doctor to prepare a medicine and made a sachet for you to carry with you."

"..."

Slowly drew the sword across his neck, closed his eyes, and said, "I'm the one who betrayed you, and I will follow you in the underworld."

A cold light passed, and blood splashed everywhere, spraying on the tablet with black wood and red letters.

The bright red splashes are like the red plum blossoms in full bloom in winter.

Throughout the ages, how many chivalrous, courageous, heroic and ambitious people have been buried in the loess.

Clanking and proud, crushed in the fireworks alley, like a dream.

There were chaotic footsteps and screams outside the door.

Soon,

When the news came out, the whole country was shocked, and the generals and soldiers covered their faces and wept.

Lang Hantian died, the morale of the army was low, Xiao Yantian did not show up for a long time, all officials were worried.

After eating, Lan Xunyu sat under the gardenia tree in the yard and played chess with Rong Long.

The guard came to report and said, "Your Majesty has summoned you."

Lan Xunyu dropped sunspots on the jade plate, looked up at the sky, picked off a pure white gardenia, put it on the tip of her nose and smelled it, and said: "Lang Hantian is dead." Throwing the flower on the ground, Rong Long said: "Wash and tidy up, wear white silk around the waist, wear a white mop on the forehead, and wear white clothes."

Rong Long and others said angrily: "Wear mourning for the enemy?"

Lan Xunyu said: "Yes."

Lan Xunyu looked at the few people who did not move, and said coldly: "Who was the one who persuaded them to vote? Now pretending to be tough? This humiliation is too much to swallow, so why not be a first-rank prime minister and general? It is better to go home and farm." After finishing speaking, he pointed Leaning against the wall, he said: "It's really hard, you hit the wall and die, and Que'er is buried, that's your skill."

A few words made Rong Long and others blush with embarrassment, not daring to speak lightly.

More than a dozen people were dressed in white, and the soldiers along the way looked less hostile and more probing.

When Lan Xunyu came out of the yard, he saw soldiers and generals with white waistbands, their expressions were sad, white silk was hung in the courtyard of the house, and the guards leading the way stopped at a veranda, and there was a man standing under the veranda, dressed in white like snow, holding a folding fan in his hand, Look to him.

Lan Xunyu's eyes lit up, this person has a very good appearance, picturesque eyebrows, elegant and clean, although the clothes are simple, but the temperament is extremely outstanding, he thought: there are such gentle and jade-like people in the world.

Hearing that Yunlan has a white-clothed censor who is sworn brother with Lang Hantian, he must be this person, so he walked forward, cupped his hands and saluted, and said: "General Hua Yang has seen Li Yushi."

Li Ruiyuan was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Prince Liao is polite, Your Majesty is in Huatang, please."

The two walked side by side, Lan Xunyu said: "Your brother's death is regrettable, and Lord Yushi is mourning."

Li Ruiyuan sighed, and said: "Fate tricks people, I knew this ending a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to come so suddenly."

Walking through a long veranda and crossing a threshold, the eyes suddenly opened up a lot. It turned out that this yamen was built against a lake with flowing water. There was an arched jade bridge on the lake. The corpse has been transported back to Xunyang City and handed over to the city lord Shen Huan."

Lan Xunyu bowed and bowed, "Thank you."

Li Ruiyuan hurriedly helped him up, and said: "Your Majesty confessed, I dare not accept such a great gift from Prince Liao for the matters of my duty."

Rong Long and others were also moved.

After crossing the bridge, there is a large square surrounded by heavily guarded troops.

In front of the square is a gorgeous and majestic Qionglou.

Two rows of civil servants and military generals stood in front of the building, civil officials on the left and military generals on the right. There were about twelve or three people in a row, all looking at Lan Xunyu and the others.

Lan Xunyu came to salute, Rong Long and others also saluted.

Some returned the gift, some looked at it, and some pretended not to see it.

Everyone entered in an orderly manner, kneeling and sitting on the futon one by one.

Li Ruiyuan is the first on the left, Lan Xunyu is the first on the right, and they are in the next row.

The maidservants filed in and served vegetarian dishes and light tea.

After everyone sat down, they heard someone shout: "The Holy Majesty is here."

At the door on the right, six court ladies came in first with peacock feather fans, two eunuchs bent over with their arms bent, and two eunuchs stood on both sides of the door, pulling open the bead curtain.

A bright yellow robe glistens with ripples of golden light, colorfully woven brocade clothes, and a gown gown with a crown.

Xin Chang's figure is eight feet tall, with a slender waist tied with a jeweled jade belt.

Her face was frosty, and her phoenix eyes were deep.

Evenly handsome and handsome flew into the cloud temples.

Hair like ink.

Thin lips.

Handsome is mixed with a trace of gorgeousness and coolness, with a noble air, graceful and reserved.

The world loses its color, and everything has no color.

Lan Xunyu lost his mind.

Everyone knelt down and said, "Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Rong Long gently tugged Lan Xunyu's sleeve from behind.

Lan Xunyu came back to her senses, lifted her clothes and knelt down and said, "Long live my emperor."

Xiao Yantian sat on the armchair in the main seat and said: "Everyone loves you."

The banquet begins, the program is simple, and the sword is danced.

Sword dancing by one person, sword dancing by two people, and sword dancing by nine people in a phalanx.

Since Lan Xunyu surrendered, he has been called a courtier, which reassures the Yunlan officials who were originally on guard. Naturally, they also look down on him, and the bolder ones said: "Your Majesty, I will also dance the sword. .”

It was none other than General Zheng Yun who spoke.

Zheng Yun drew out the silver sword at his waist and stood in the center of the banquet.

Every move is smooth and flowing, with a steady pace and a calm posture.

Everyone applauded.

Suddenly, the sword flew up like a flying dragon.

As the phantom changes, the sword flowers are like rain, dazzling people, attacking the direction of the first seat on the right, Rong Longyan is about to block it, and puts his hand on his waist only to find that there is no saber, and when he looks closely, the tip of the sword has reached Lan Xunyu's Forehead heart.