C182 Treading Song(2)

But none of Ji Cheng's most trusted people, such as Meng Xia, general Xie and the others were all from Great Zhou, so they had always felt guilty towards their old master. These Zhou generals' status in the military was not something that ordinary generals could compare with. They did not even discuss it in advance before standing out to express their agreement.

Especially Meng Xia, who was good at talking. He wanted to know what would happen to the Lord Gu and the Lord Gu. I should emulate the wise men, and what should I do? Meng Xia's words were not overreaching. A few days ago, the three armies received a message from the imperial capital's fast cavalry. The recovery of King Ji Jiang's old injuries was beyond saving. The Imperial Advisor had already received his last order before his sickbed, and the Great Imperial Throne was passed on to the Twelfth Prince, Ji Cheng. The King's order would arrive in no time.

Meng Xia also said that Great Zhou did not have any soldiers left. Even if the marshal only brought a thousand soldiers into Dali City, the army was just outside the city, so Great Zhou would not be able to do anything about it. His words rendered the generals speechless and could only comply.

On the other hand, when the marshal entered the city, Hu Lai knelt on one knee with his sword in hand. "The five thousand soldiers of the city army have abandoned their weapons. Please, marshal..." The default words that they had prepared earlier actually could not be said at this moment. "I respectfully invite Grand Marshal..." Once again, he was unable to say it. The retinue knelt on the ground with a drop of the hero's tear dripping onto the stone road.

"Respected Retainer, please rise." Ji Cheng gave him a look. Meng Xia had already dismounted and pulled the henchman up. "General henchman, there is no need to be like this..."

The retainer shoved the sword into Meng Xia's hands. "Then... please." The soldiers of the three armies had long taken off their armor, and they were all dressed in green clothes as they waited in formation. Ji Cheng rode his horse past, and the soldiers could see the grief and indignation in their eyes. There was not a trace of hatred towards the Great Zheng Army, and Ji Cheng was instantly satisfied.

"General Xie." Ji Cheng pointed at the Great Zhou soldiers in front of him in high spirits, "Take them under your command temporarily, register them and return them to General Hu. After the peace talks, I will give the order. " He was actually speaking the words of a Great Zhou official. Ji Cheng bent down a little on his horse. "Brother Hu, General Xie's father was originally the deputy general of Qi Jun Shan Qi. He is also a Great Zhou person. You will definitely be able to get along with him." He had to put on airs today, so he did not dismount.

... "" Hu Lian was stunned, not daring to believe what he heard, "The City Army still belongs to this Hu's commander?"

"Of course... But the name has to be changed. It can't be called the City Army anymore." Ji Cheng said seriously, "This matter can be discussed later. This team can't be trusted by other people's brothers either. Brother Hu can lead us. " His eyes were filled with determination and absolute trust. Even a fool could see it clearly. "What's wrong? Brother Hu, are you so happy that you're stupid? "

"This general... This general will naturally accept the order." Hu Lai hurriedly cupped his hands, "This general thanks the Grand Marshal on behalf of the City Protection Legion Corps soldiers." Turning his head to look at his comrade behind him, Hu Lai felt at ease. "Grand Marshal, please." That was right. It was not appropriate to hand it over to anyone. It was still best to take charge of the army.

Furthermore, on the other side of the Talisman Pavilion, he got up early in the morning and put on the white wide robe that he had prepared earlier. He didn't hold his hair. He only used a cloth belt to tie the short hair beside his ear together and braided it into a pigtail. The rest of the hair was loose. He did not wear shoes or tie his waist. Under Changde's lead, he slowly walked out of the door barefooted. He headed towards the neighboring governor's office.

When he opened the door, he saw the streets full of people. He knew that today was a peaceful day, and all the people had come early. When they saw Fu Ting Zhi dressed like he was guilty, they couldn't help but kneel by the side of the road and started to cry.

When Fu Ting heard this, he stopped, cupped his hands, and bowed in all directions. He didn't say anything and just walked away step by step.

Zhu Hua followed behind from a distance. He looked at her wide robe and wide sleeves, which looked like they could be blown away by the wind. The most unique wind in Dali blew her black hair, making her look miserable. Zhu Hua thought to himself, how could such a girl want to suffer for the people of the world? He did not know when he would be able to return to being a girl and marry the one he loved.

With this thought in mind, he followed behind. In a trance, he saw that person kneeling in front of the provincial government office. He opened and closed his mouth as he said something to the tightly shut door. The sobbing around him became even louder. Zhu Hua suddenly stopped thinking. What he heard was actually the cries of the Dali people.... "Fu Si good son, Fu Si good son, go to the battlefield for father. His achievements shook the world, and the people all praised him. Fu Sihao, Fu Sihao, you charged into the Middle Capital alone. He was loyal to the heavens and earth, and his good name spread across the world. Hateful barbarian soldiers, trampling over my family, Fu Family's good son, sobbing blood, kneeling in the sky..."

The sound of crying grew louder and louder. Dali was originally the home of the Naxi people, and all the people could sing. The sound of their footsteps and beats was shocking. Even the head of the Fu Ting who knelt down to beg for forgiveness was shocked.

She slowly stood up and opened her eyes wide in disbelief as she listened to the cry. Was this a step song? A step song sung for me?

The symbol pavilion that came from the future was deeply touched. In the past fifteen years, she had seen a few prosperous and vicissitudes. The praises that the young man had heard of him were innumerable, but they could not compare to this simple step song that shook his heart and soul. "This official..." Fu Ting Zhi cupped his hands and bowed. "What virtue and ability..."