Glory to the ancestors

"The empress dowager please open the city gate!" The messenger shouted.

The defenders on the tower were stunned, so they surrendered?

Li Huan let out a long sigh of relief, his remaining strength was exhausted, his body could no longer hold on, and he fell on Xiao Qi's shoulder beside him.

Xiao Qi supported him, "You can go home soon."

Li Huan stared blankly at the front, how could he have a home.

The people hid in their houses and watched the enemy's army come out of the city gate swaggeringly.

Yun Cang led a small group of soldiers and rushed towards the Rongguo Mansion.

When he arrived at the place, he found that all the guards surrounded outside had disarmed and were only standing outside.

His former shadow guard saw him and immediately sent out a signal.

Han Yu's hearing is amazing, and he can hear clearly even in the ground. He met Rong Zhen's eyes and said, "Here we come."

Yang Jin's hanging heart also fell, and she looked at Rong Zhen, "Shall we go out?"

"Let's go." Rong Zhen looked at the family behind him, and he knew that after walking out, this Rongguo Mansion would usher in a new chapter.

This feeling is really illusory, he always feels that he has come to this point without doing anything.

Osmanthus held his hand tightly, trying to give him some strength.

Rong Zhen walked in the front, obviously the same sunlight as before, but now it felt so dazzling.

Osmanthus osmanthus looked at him sideways, smiled slightly, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Finally the day has come.

Rong Zhen raised his head and blinked several times, trying to hold back his tears.

He still has work to do.

All the officials who got the news gathered at the main gate of the palace, kneeling in several rows.

The huge vehicle stopped in front of it, and the two rows of soldiers following it stood one step forward, separating the space for getting off the vehicle.

Liang Guo's waiter knelt on the ground and acted as a stepping stool.

It was the first time for Chu people to see such a scene, and they felt a little cruel.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and a heroic man in black clothes came out from inside.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looking in front of him, as if impatient.

This is Liang Emperor Xiao Qi.

Yang Jin didn't care much about him, she just looked into the carriage.

After a while, the skinny hand was on the shaft of the carriage, exposing the entire figure with great difficulty.

I don't know who was the first to cry.

The wailing was continuous, and the veterans, the common people, and everyone who still remembered Li Huan, the former emperor, all burst into tears.

Their king was still so high-spirited when he left. What kind of hard work has he gone through to become what he is now.

In such mild weather, Li Huan was still wearing a cloak.

At first, only his hands were trembling, but slowly it spread to his whole body.

Two waiters helped him together, and they managed to help him out of the car.

Li Huan looked weakly and confused at the man kneeling in front of him, he came back, finally.

"Long live," Rong Zhen called out.

The crowd suddenly started to shout the same, with an overwhelming momentum.

The people who had been hiding also sneaked out.

Li Huan himself didn't know, his tears kept falling down his cheeks.

Xiao Qi wanted to step forward to hug him, but he still held back, this is Li Huan's moment, he shouldn't take away his light.

Like a bystander, he quietly watched the crowd worshiping Li Huan.

Most of the people in the Liang army finally discovered Li Huan's identity and looked at Xiao Qi in puzzlement.

It was agreed to attack the city and seize the land, how did it become the emperor who sent others back to the country?

Xiao Qi glanced at them, and they all lowered their heads.

Xiao Qi waved his sleeves again, and said to Li Huan, "You do your business first."

Li Huan glanced at him, nodded, and asked, "Where are the officials from the Ministry of Rites?"

Rong Zhen glanced at it, and the servant of the Ministry of Rites obediently stepped forward, "Yes."

"Take Emperor Liang to rest in the other hall." Although Li Huan's voice was weak, the words were clear, making people dare not disobey.

The servant of the Ministry of Rites hurriedly led the way, Xiao Qi turned his head and glanced at Li Huan, a little worried, raised his eyebrows, Ye Kan led the people and stayed where he was.

Li Huan watched Xiao Qi walk away, sighed, lowered his head, looked at the ground for a while, "Rong Zhen, Yang Jin, you stay with me."

Rong Zhen and Yang Jin stood up, stood on both sides of Li Huan, supported his arm, and the three of them walked into the palace together.

Rong Zhen has already arranged everything in Beijing.

He originally thought that the queen mother would let the imperial army resist for a while, but he didn't expect to let Li Huan in so easily.

Su Tang took the people from the military department, handed over all the weapons of the forbidden army, and sent them back to the forbidden army camp according to their formation.

Xiong Qun was in charge of all administrative arrangements in Beijing, and wiped out all forces related to the Queen Mother.

For example, the Minister of Rites Jiang who once forced his daughter to death has now hanged himself under the plaque of his own house.

Yang Jin held Li Huan's hand, feeling sad, and tears fell on the back of Li Huan's hand.

"Do you still want me to coax you now?" Li Huan's voice was soft, but his tone was exactly the same as before.

Yang Jin couldn't bear it anymore, she shrugged her shoulders and bit her lip to keep from crying.

"You didn't take good care of him." Li Huan looked at Rong Zhen and pressed Rong Zhen's forearm. "Why does he love to cry like sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Rong Zhen lowered his head.

None of them could face the current Li Huan.

He was too emaciated, too weak.

Even if they were not doctors, they could clearly feel the hopelessness from Li Huan's body, and they could also understand that Li Huan was almost exhausted.

What the hell happened to him.

Li Huan was obviously the same age as them, but he acted like an old man in his dying years.

Yang Jin first stopped in front of the Palace of Political Affairs. He looked at the woman sitting on the dragon chair, tall and in fine clothes, and silently clenched his fists.