The Peerless Concubine of the King's Favorite

Chapter 437 The Immortal Couple, a Shocking Legend (End) (2)
Sang Youqing also haggarded a lot, wearing plain clothes and a white dress, standing beside Zhao Chengqian, looking at the end of the official road, wondering what she was thinking.

The people in the capital all spontaneously came to greet their Lord of War, holding wild flowers picked from the mountain in the morning, standing silently, waiting quietly.

"Why don't you see Princess Xiaoyao?" Not only was there no clear figure in the crowd, even no one from Prince Xiaoyao's mansion was seen, which made Zhao Chenggan softly ask Sang Youqing who was beside him.

Sang Youqing shook her head slightly, but did not speak.In fact, after learning the bad news, she has never seen Chu Qing, and even the Xiaoyao Palace just held a white funeral and thanked guests behind closed doors.

However, she believed in Chu Qing.

Pursing her lips, Sang Youqing said quietly: "She will come, today is the day when the prince will go home, she will not stop coming to pick up the prince."

A sad atmosphere spread in the air, Zhao Shengqian was at a loss for words and didn't know what else to say.

Great Chu won, and the people were at peace.However, Zhao Shenghao died...

He promised his royal father that he would protect Zhao Shenghao for the rest of his life and let him live a carefree life.But he didn't want such a thing to happen not long after he became the throne.

At this time, Zhao Shengqian regretted a little, regretting that he should not have agreed to Zhao Shenghao's invitation to fight.

It's a pity that things have come to this point, and it's useless to think about it.

Tens of thousands of people stretched for ten miles, waiting for Zhao Shenghao's return, but they were so silent that there was no conversation or sound.

Finally, at the end of the line of sight, dust was raised, and there was the sound of neat and slow horseshoes.

Zhao Sheng raised his head slightly, and in the dust, he could already see the flag erected high up. It was the handsome flag he personally bestowed on Zhao Shenghao when he set out on the expedition. Now that the handsome flag is still in place, he is...

The heart was grabbed fiercely, as if someone had punched it hard.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

Zhao Shengqian woke up with a reminder shouting in his ears.

In the dust, the figure has gradually become clear, under the handsome flag, is the army returning to the imperial court.All the soldiers, with strips of white cloth tied on their helmets and mourning belts tied around their waists, came slowly with solemn and solemn expressions, and immediately the leader was Sang Tiekun, the deputy commander of this expedition.

Behind him, there is a huge coffin pulled by six horses, with white silk hanging on it, and the sergeants on both sides have been singing the army's soul song in a low voice. Among the [-] army, it spread to the hearts of the Jianning people who had been waiting here.

The sound of sobbing and crying began to spread among the people, and the voice was suppressed before. As more and more people cried, the voice became louder and gradually became one.

The huge coffin was covered with a descending flag embroidered with Zhao Shenghao's name. When the breeze passed, the corner of the flag was pulled up, revealing the dark iron wood underneath.

"Wow, the gods are born with people, Jue Fu is the same..."

The scholar-officials on the side had already come up with a prepared eulogy and sang it loudly.His voice was also high-pitched and tactful, sad and melancholy, so that people burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

Even Zhao Shengqian's nose was sore when he heard it, and he was almost on the verge of tears.

When the army came to the front, Sang Tiekun raised his hand and stopped the advance of the troops behind. He led his personal guards alone, pulled Zhao Shenghao's coffin forward, and knelt in front of Zhao Shengqian: "Your Majesty—! Bring it back intact."

The sorrow he endured all the way made the head of the country cry immediately, with a deep sense of guilt on his face.

If he had paid more attention at that time, maybe...

Just, not so many ifs.

"General Sang has worked hard, let's get up first." Zhao Chenggan stretched out his hand to support Sang Tiekun, the blood on his cheeks had already receded, and his eyes looking at the huge coffin were bloodshot.

Sang Tiekun faced it facelessly, and refused to get up, but turned his head to endure the grief in his heart.Seeing this, Sang Youqing had no choice but to walk over, help her father up, and stand aside.

Behind him, the guards surrounded the huge coffin, kneeling on one leg, their eyes touching the ground.

At this time, facing the emperor, they didn't have the expression of asking for credit, and they didn't have the excitement of waiting for the reward after the victory. They just buried their heads with a feeling of shame.

Zhao Shengqian staggered to the front of the coffin, and as soon as he approached, he felt the slightest chill.

It turned out that the weather was hot, and in order to preserve the corpse, the generals put huge ice cubes beside the coffin to lower the temperature.

"Brother Hao—!" The closer he got, the more complicated emotions gushed out of his heart, causing Zhao Shengqian to kneel on the ground, throw himself on the coffin and burst into tears.

As soon as he knelt, the officials also knelt on the ground, and the army behind him was no exception. Even the people in the city knelt down in tears to take their God of War home.

After a long time, Zhao Shengqian's emotions calmed down. After a few words of comfort to the army as usual, he entered the city together with the coffin.

In the city, the common people who lined the road were already entangled in this sorrow, weeping uncontrollably.

Zhao Shenghao's coffin slowly drove into the city, towards the seat of Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion.At this time, people seemed to have discovered a problem, that is, why did they not see Princess Xiaoyao?

This side thought so, at the end of the street, a team of mourners appeared.

The leader was an elegant woman in plain clothes and white dress with white flowers on her head.

The appearance of Chu Qing made the scene quiet.

Zhao Shengqian's footsteps also stopped, and the coffin beside him also stopped, waiting for the woman Xiaoyao Wang loved most during his lifetime.

Chu Qing didn't ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair, but just walked up slowly.

In her eyes, there was nothing but the huge coffin, and her white body made her look extremely haggard, like a flower growing on a cliff, which might be broken at any time and fall into the abyss.

From the end of the street to the street, this seemed not a long way, but it took Chu Qing a long time to walk.

Finally, she still walked to the coffin, looking at the coffin that was close at hand, her expression was dazed, her body swayed, and she almost fell down.

"Chu Qing!" Sang Youqing quickly reached out to help her, leaning her against him.

A drop of clear tears fell from the socket of the eye, dripping on the bluestone bricks on the street, and a small flower bloomed.

Her face was deliberately covered up pale and haggard with powder, and she carefully modified her stunning appearance, not wanting Zhao Shenghao to see her ugly appearance.

Sang Youqing looked at the thick powder on Chu Qing's face, and her heart ached even more.

The more Chu Qing was like this, the more she felt the pain in her heart at the moment, and she didn't want to believe everything in front of her eyes.

That's right, who would want their newly married husband-in-law to pass away like this and abandon him?
(End of this chapter)