The Qin cavalry general Xin Sheng, who was also nervous and alert for the past few days, was disappointed with Lu Chuang. Although he did not think that King Jing would lead the cavalry again, he also hoped King Jing would come again. Once this happens, even if King Jing rode an eight-foot dragon horse, the thousand cavalry would have to pay a heavy price.

"General Xin," the team stopped at the camping place on the first day of leaving the city for meals. Wei Weitu looked at Xin Sheng, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

"The King of Jing will not arrive." Xin Sheng stood in the military carriage and was holding up Lu Lijing and looking around.

"The king does not want to stay here. If you want to return to Xianyang, we must go first." Wei Wei Tu said.

"Why is the king..." Xin Sheng asked unconsciously, and stopped talking as soon as he said that the king's whereabouts were not something he could ask. "Send the order to quickly escort the king back to Xianyang."

Chow Qi was still on guard everywhere, and as long as they had not entered Xianyang City, they could not relax at all. After receiving the order to escort the king back to Xianyang, Chow Qi scattered everywhere quickly gathered and escorted Zhao Zheng to return to Xianyang City more than ten miles away.

The cauldron and steamer was already sprinting at the camping place. The millet rice was just ripe. The king hurried to return to the city. The rest of the people would still have a meal here and return to Xianyang after the meal. Among the crowd, they saw the king's carriage with Changqi hanging from the flag and traveling farther and farther away. The excited Xiong Qi felt his heartbeat more and more clearly, and his palms became hotter and hotter. At this time, the sky that had been gloomy for a morning finally started to snow.

"Why is the king who is rushing to return to the city?" Chang Wenjun was a little surprised that Zhao Zheng was so anxious to return to the city.

"Maybe yes, maybe yes..." Xiong Qi smiled, "Maybe the eldest son is sick, or there is a big event in the middle of the country. Let's have a meal."

The eldest son, King Fusu, loved him very much, and was Mi Lu's son. Chang Wenjun didn't understand why his brother cursed him for illness. Of course, this might be a temporary mistake. He did not doubt that he had him. After the meal, he saw that the snow was still constant, and everyone had to return to the city in a snowy way. Lu Gao said right, everyone walked during the funeral, the five clothes were orderly, and people had their seats. When they came back, they did not have to keep the funeral ceremony. As long as they followed the rituals of honor and inferiority, and most of them took the car, the team began to become chaotic.

As the right prime minister, Xiong Qishen, hesitated for a while before boarding the car and returning to the city. Following him, the Zhao clan, Changwenjun, Mi Chang, Mi Shan and others' cars also rushed to the road. Then there were the temple people and palace maids who were buried in the palace. The group of people walked out for a few miles, and a large group of cavalry rushed towards the direction of the Wei River. The cavalry did not care, but when the two sides were about to meet, a young man's voice shouted in the howling north wind: "Mi Xuan--"

*

"Brother, the child is not hurt anymore." In the palace of Qutai, when the imperial physician diagnosed, Fusu, who was stroking his stomach, suddenly stopped crying out the pain. His eyes first looked at his mother Mi Lu, and then at his father Zhao Zheng. Both of them looked very nervous. Zhao Zheng thought that his son was suffering from a cold, while Mi Lu believed that the food outside the palace was unclean. The Queen Mother Zhao Ji was the most annoying. She thought that this was Mi Ji's ghost harming people.

"Report to the king, the eldest son is safe." The imperial physician Xia Wuqi did not find any symptoms of Fusu. "It was suddenly cold today, because the cold air entered the body. If you eat hot soup, you should be safe."

"It's good if you're fine." Zhao Zheng's heart fell to the ground. Fusu was only seven years old, and many children of this age died of illness. "Get out."

"I would like to see the king." Wei Liao suddenly asked for a meeting outside the west room of Qutai.

"I heard that the king returned to the palace in a hurry and didn't know what was going on?" Wei Liao spoke out bluntly, not afraid of Zhao Zheng's displeasure.

"Fusu suffered from cold and abdominal disease." Zhao Zheng answered inadvertently, and he was displeased after answering, "What's the matter?"

"The king hurriedly returned to the palace. Will the Weizhuqiuqi also hurriedly return to the palace?" Wei Liao knew Zhao Zheng's displeasure, but he had something more important.

"Yes." Zhao Zheng looked at him in confusion, and suddenly thought of someone. "Wei Qing said..."

"For several days, Qin people were lost in several counties in Jingshui. When they found it, they were killed with one arrow. I thought King Jing was coming." Wei Liao said: "Now, Mi Liang is outside the city, if King Jing is coming to Xianyang..."

Zhao Zheng was shocked when Wei Liao said, and he asked: "Su Sect, Su Sect Xin wins out of the city and blocks it!"

"Reported to the great king, I have made a fuss to tell the king that he had ordered General Xin to leave the city." Wei Liao was actually here to apologize. Once someone reported the king to return to the palace, he asked if he had seen King Jing. When he learned that it was the king who returned to the palace first, he quickly ordered Xin Sheng to lead people out of the city again. It was a death sentence to mobilize the army without military talismans. After telling his crime, he bowed: "I am guilty, please punish the king."

"I..." Wei Liao dared to send troops out of the city in his name. Zhao Zheng's eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. After a moment of silence, he calmed down and said, "I am forgiven for your sins."

"Thank you, King." Although Wei Liao, who bowed his head, lowered his head, could hear Zhao Zheng's breathing. He dared to raise his head when he heard that he had forgiven him for not guilty.

"Will King Jing come?" Zhao Zheng asked. He tried his best not to think about Wei Liao's privately dispatched troops, so as not to destroy the rare trust between the king and his subjects.

"When King Jing wrote the letter to Mi Liangren, he will definitely come." Mi Xuan gave it to Feng Li not only the words he wrote, but also the letter to Xiong Jing sent someone to her a few years ago. Zhao Zheng first read these things and then handed them to the Guowei Mansion. "I think King Jing is only a few dozen people, but I heard that Empress Dowager Zu was buried and sneaked into Qin."

"Why are the counties and towns along the way not checking?" Zhao Zheng was a little angry. Over the past few months, he felt more and more that his Qin State had become a sieve. King Jing came whenever he wanted to come, and left whenever he wanted to leave. He had no sense of security at all when he left Xianyang City.

"The King of Jing must have a talisman from my Great Qin, so the counties and towns along the line were not observed." Wei Liao replied. "I have tried to change the old talisman. However, this is the matter of later affairs. Now, it is a key to killing King of Jing."

Wei Liao talked about King Jing, and Zhao Zheng suddenly realized that he didn't care about King Jing at all. The person he thought of was Mi Xuan. Last time King Jing entered Xianyang, Mi Xuan refused to leave the city to meet him. What about this time? Will she still refuse King Jing this time and be her concubine with peace of mind?

The hearts of the king and his ministers flew to the plateau fifteen miles outside Xianyang City. Heavy snow was flying, and Xiong Jing's voice accompanied by the north wind came to the oncoming funeral team. Xiong Qi was not surprised at all when he heard his voice, he was waiting for him; Chang Wenjun heard this sound, opened the window and looked at the knight who was rushing towards the wind and snow with all his might;

When Mi Chang, the new city king heard the shouting, he thought he had heard it wrong. He could not imagine that someone dared to call his granddaughter by name, she was already the king's good man. However, the knights were getting closer and closer. This was not one person, but dozens of people. The leader did not see the beard, but he was shouting 'Mi Xuan'. He was about to scold him for being rude, but he heard someone shocked: "It's King Jing! King Jing, King Jing..."

"Mi Xuan--!" The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Everyone was wearing maroon clothes. Xiong Jing, who was riding on the horse, couldn't tell who Mi Xuan was. He had no other plan except to shout hard.

The three wind flags fluttered in the violent wind and snow, and Jing Fei, who was holding the flag, followed Xiong Jing. The two ran past the car where Mi Chang was. At this time, the whole team was in chaos. I heard that the person coming was King Jing, and the car drivers avoided them, and some even turned to go back.

From the first time Xiong Jing shouted, Mi Xuan could hear it was his voice. Although this voice was not as childish as it was a few years ago, its tone was exactly the same. For some reason, every time he shouted, her heart trembled, and tears had already emerged, and the broken thread fell on the meringue like pearls.

"If you go with King Jing, what about the prince's father? What about you, my husband, and I? So what about Mi?" In the carriage, Mi Ren stared at his daughter. Seeing his daughter's reaction, he was the second person to know that King Jing had arrived, but he did not want his daughter to go with King Jing.

"Xuan'er. You are already the king's good man, and the Taimiao has been booked. How can you leave with King Jing? If the king is angry," Mi Ren advised him, and his wife was also persuaded him. "If the whole family and the whole family are implicated, they will be the city Dan and the ghost firewood..."

"Mi Xuan——!" Xiong Jing's voice gradually faded away and he kept going behind him. Mi Ren and his wife breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, Mi Xuan not only shed tears, but also kept sobbing, and even trembling. Only cruel coldness remained in the world.

"Mi Xuan--!" Looking at the carriages that were avoiding one after another, Xiong Jing's shouting began to be powerless. He hated that he did not stick to his strategy and appeared before the funeral, but obeyed Xiong Qi's arrangements and came after the funeral. He regretted it.

"Report to the king, I won't see the young lady Mi." Gui Jing and Xiang Chao were people who had seen Mi Xuan. As Xiong Han shouted, they were also running around, but the official road was in chaos and there was no one to find.

"I must find it here!" Xiong Jing turned his horse's head, and he felt that Mi Xuan should be in front, not behind.

"Mi Xuan--!" The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier. As Xiong Jing opened his mouth to shout, the wind and snow poured into his mouth. But except for the chaotic crowd in front of him, the carriage running around, he could not get any response. When Mi Ren in the carriage heard his shouts getting closer and closer, he became nervous again, and he was worried that his daughter would not be able to help but shout and echo.

"Mi Xuan--" The carriage was galloping, but King Jing's voice seemed to be on the side of the car, so that Mi Ren's hand was unconsciously pressed on his daughter's shoulder.

"Report to the King, the Qin cavalry is here!" The rushing sound of hooves accompanied by the rushing Chu Yu, Mi Ren could hear it clearly. This should be the general under King Jing's command. "Since the young lady Mi is not here, I would like to ask the king..."

"She must be here!" The unquestionable tone, fortunately, it has been a little far away.

"Kill the Qin people! Kill the Qin people! Kill the Qin people..." There was no cry of King Jing, but only the sound of the Jing people's cavalry rushing. They rode forward and rushed towards the galloping Qin Guochou. The carriage also stopped at this time, and the imperial soldiers did not want to get involved in the battlefield.

"King, go quickly! Go quickly..." Mi Ren, who was in the carriage, could not see the scene outside the carriage. Xiong Jing, who was still looking for Mi Xuan, saw the knights under his command rushing towards the Qin army cavalry fearlessly. In the strong wind, neither side used arrows, but slashed with close troops, and the sound of Jinge fighting continued. Gui Jing and others wanted him to go quickly while fighting.

"Mi Xuan——" The more anxious the situation was, the more anxious his shouts were, so anxious that they were heartbreaking. "Mi Xuan! Mi Xuan, Mi Xuan——"

As he exerted all his strength, he heard someone crying. The crying was fleeting, but it was enough to lock him in which carriage it was. After slashing the door with a sword, he finally saw Mi Xuan who was crying and was covered by Mi Ren's mouth.

"My daughter!" Feng Xuekuang got caught in the car, and his wife was shocked. As a father, Mi Ren still had some courage.

"My woman." Xiong Jing waved his sword, pulled Mi Xuan out of the carriage, and carried her onto the horse.

"You, you are rude!" Mi Ren was anxious for a moment. "She is Qin..."
Chapter completed!