Douluo: Incarnate as a devil, Xiaosan begged me to stop

When the sky was slightly bright, Ji Yuan and the others divided into several teams and arrived at the West City Gate. Their family members also packed small bags and crowded into the convoy.

There were quite a few people in the group, but they did not attract much attention among the vast crowd who wanted to leave the city. The most eye-catching thing was their motorcade.

The soldiers guarding the city kept looking at them and stopping their convoy, "Who are you?"

Ji Yuan immediately took the things and came forward, "We are going to Uncle Cai's house. These are the old things sent to the manor by the late uncle. The late uncle is about to be buried. These are all the things that will be buried with him."

The soldiers guarding the city were stunned, there were so many?

But they didn't doubt that there were still people buried with living people. What's the point of having more things?

As long as people have money.

I have long heard that Uncle Cai is good at business and frugal, so he must have saved a lot of gold and silver.

The soldiers glanced at their car with sharp eyes and let them out of the city.

As soon as the motorcade left, the people behind them cheered and pushed out.

The turmoil the night before and yesterday still scared them. Many people decided to leave Luoyang. Knowing that the west city gate would be opened today, many people crowded here.

Zhao Hanzhang's more than 800 people were not conspicuous at all among them.

After leaving the city, more than 800 people gathered in one place, and they became a team that no one dared to mess with.

The tribesmen pulled out the hidden weapons from the cars and protected the people and the convoy in the middle. Many people who were secretly watching the convoy immediately retracted their eyes when they saw the cold light of the weapons.

As soon as they left the city safely, someone immediately went back to report to Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang nodded and ordered: "The people who are left behind will continue to live in the west of the city and obey Uncle Qianli's orders."

"But the team leader almost never returns to the west of the city now."

Zhao Zhongyu sent Zhao Ju to rectify the manpower in the mansion, but he was so busy that he didn't even see Zhao Hanzhang, let alone return to the west of the city.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "He will have time to go back soon."

Tomorrow is Zhao Changyu's first day. After the first day, she will get married. Because it is the period of filial piety, everything in the wedding will be simple, and the customs will naturally follow.

There is no bridal chamber, and naturally there is no so-called return door for three dynasties.

Zhao Hanzhang decided to get married the day after tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow to prepare to carry the coffin and return to his hometown.

She didn't care whether Zhao Zhongyu left or not, she was going to leave anyway.

Zhao Hanzhang went directly to Zhao Zhongyu to ask for someone, "Uncle, we need someone to escort us back to our hometown with the coffin in our hands. Uncle Qianli is very strong in martial arts. Can you let him escort us back to our hometown?"

Zhao Zhongyu had no objection and said, "I'll send you more men. It's not safe on the road."

Zhao Hanzhang was so moved that he decided not to refuse anyone who came, "Thank you, uncle."

She said: "I have decided to leave the next day after the wedding. Where is Uncle Qianli that I can send someone to call him back?"

Zhao Zhongyu was surprised, "So urgent?"

He frowned, "Why are you in such a hurry? I have decided to store the coffin in the temple first, and wait for you to get familiar with the Fu family after you return from three dynasties before setting off."

He didn't agree, "If you are so anxious, I'm afraid the Fu family will be dissatisfied, and the time together is too short. What if Fu Dalang bullies you?"

Zhao Hanzhang: "Don't worry, uncle, I will bring more people with me when the time comes. The number of his Fu family is not as large as ours. It is not certain who will bully whom."

Zhao Zhongyu: "...Don't bully Fu Dalang either."

Zhao Hanzhang insisted on leaving the next day after the wedding.

After all, there was a layer between them. Zhao Zhongyu had also seen the strong character of his great-niece during this period, so he stopped insisting and nodded: "Okay, I'll let Zhao Qianli pick some people back."

Zhao Hanzhang's tone was completely relieved.

The next day was the first day of the seventh day. Tonight, Zhao Ji and his son were keeping vigil. Zhao Hanzhang had not slept since he woke up in the early morning, and he felt a little sleepy at this time.

She went back to the house early to sleep.

She slept until midnight, and suddenly opened her eyes.

She lay on the bed without moving, and listened carefully with her eyebrows raised to confirm that she heard correctly. There was indeed a sound of heavy objects hitting the ground, just like... the sound of a big pickup truck passing downstairs of her house.

But this is Dajin, where did this sound come from?

There was still this intermittent pounding sound, just like a landslide...

When Zhao Hanzhang thought of this, her eyes widened immediately. She sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Ting He was sleeping in a daze. He got up when he heard the noise. When he saw Zhao Hanzhang put on his clothes and walked out, he woke up instantly and jumped off the wooden couch. "Sanniang, what's wrong with you?"

"Shh-" Zhao Hanzhang stood at the door, stood on tiptoes and looked into the distance. The houses were stacked on top of each other and she couldn't see the specific situation, but she saw that the sky in the north and east was orange-red, which looked like fire.

Tinghe also saw it and became nervous, "Did you get lost?"

"No," Zhao Hanzhang's face was as dark as water, "Someone is attacking the city. This rumbling sound is the sound of attacking the city."

Tinghe listened carefully, and there seemed to be a rumbling sound. Her face turned pale, "Yes, who is it? Sanniang, will they attack the city?"

Zhao Hanzhang turned around and went back to the house, "Change."

Zhao Hanzhang put on his clothes and went out. The servants in the yard were all awakened. Zhao Hanzhang asked them to stay in the yard, picked up a lantern and went to find Zhao Zhongyu.

Zhao Zhongyu also woke up. He was sitting on the bed and was still unconscious. Suddenly, a servant came in and said, "Master Lang, Sanniang wants to see you."

Zhao Zhongyu came back to his senses, frowned and stood up, put on his clothes and dragged his shoes out.

Zhao Hanzhang did not enter the living room, but stood in the yard and looked into the distance.

Zhao Zhongyu walked behind her and coughed lightly.

Zhao Hanzhang turned around and saluted, "Uncle, someone is attacking the city. Do you and your uncle want to go into the palace and take a look?"

Zhao Zhongyu stared at her for a while, then nodded, "That's fine."

Zhao Hanzhang was about to leave after saluting. Zhao Zhongyu suddenly said: "Sanniang, the war has started. I'm afraid your marriage to the Fu family will be postponed."

Zhao Hanzhang paused, then turned around and said, "Then postpone it. The top priority is to carry the coffin back to his hometown and bury his grandfather."

She can just take Professor Fu with her.

Zhao Zhongyu nodded, "It should be the refugee army that is making trouble. The King of Donghai has a large army. It is only a matter of time before they can be quelled. Once the enemy army is defeated, I will ask Qianli to send you away."

Zhao Hanzhang agreed, turned around and was about to leave when there was a sudden loud noise. Zhao Zhongyu was startled and couldn't help complaining, "Can't they attack the city at dawn?"

However, Zhao Hanzhang's expression changed drastically. She heard shouts of death and wailing.

"They're coming into the city."

"What?" Zhao Zhongyu looked at Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang's face turned pale, "They came in from the north city gate. Come, turn off all the lights and gather all the women, children and women into the mourning hall."

Zhao Zhongyu also reacted and stepped forward to grab her, "How did you know they were attacking the city?"

"What I heard," Zhao Hanzhang looked at Zhao Zhongyu seriously and said, "Uncle, believe me, they have invaded."

Zhao Zhongyu didn't hesitate much. He turned around and ordered the attendant who had been waiting aside, "Turn off the lights, close the door tightly, and ask all the servants and guards to go to the mourning hall. Quick!"