Chapter 704 - Chapter 704: Back to the capital (4) (1/2)
Chapter 704: Back to the capital (4)
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Some soldiers were repairing the city walls.
Some soldiers were burying corpses, some of them were from their comrades, some of them were from the people of the city, and some of them were from the barbarians and demons.
These tasks had been carried out in an orderly manner for three days.
the history books will definitely record this incident as a warning to the future generations. At the same time, they will also record the North vanquishing Prince’s crimes and let his name go down in history for thousands of years.
Censor Liu appeared beside him. The diplomatic mission had already learned from li Miaozhen that Zheng xinghuai had escaped death and understood that the Zheng xinghuai they saw in the city was fake.
It was most likely the work of the third stage wizard. Otherwise, it would be impossible to hide it from the fourth stage Yang Yan.
“Will the Imperial court really convict the North-guarding King?” Zheng bu said in a low voice.
“Victory is something to fight for.” Censor Liu said, word for word.
At this moment, Xu Qi ‘an, Yang Yan, Constable Chen, and the others climbed up the city wall. Xu yinluo, the head of the Bureau, said in a deep voice, ‘”‘Next, we’ll be returning to the capital to settle the northern Prince’s crime and conclude the case.
but before that, envoy Zheng would probably want to give a few toasts to the dead souls in the city.
Centurion Chen Xiao held a wine pot in his hand as he stepped forward.
Zheng bu took the wine pot and looked down at the city again. He wanted to have some time to recall the first half of his life before paying his respects.
Zheng xinghuai was born in Zhang Zhou, which was known as one of the two major granaries of Da Feng. However, his family was very poor when he was young. He relied on his mother to wash clothes for the well-off family and work as an Embroidery Worker to survive.
What the young Zheng xinghuai looked forward to the most was the day of the autumn harvest, where he could go to other people’s fields to pick up ears of wheat.
If he picked up a basket of wheat, he and his widowed mother could have porridge for three days. He couldn’t pick up too many, or he would be beaten up.
After the autumn harvest, the most difficult time was winter. Every winter, his hands and feet would be frozen and cracked. As for her mother, even in winter, for a few copper coins, she had to wash clothes for people by the frozen river.
Little by little, his widowed mother helped him save enough money for teacher’s SHU Xiu, enough money to enter the Imperial College.
Zheng xinghuai entered the Imperial College at the age of 16 and studied hard for ten years. In the 19th year of yuanjing, he was listed on the Golden roll as a second-place scholar.
He rushed back to his hometown without stopping, wanting to bring joy to his mother. He wanted to take his mother to the capital to settle down. He wanted to glorify his family’s reputation and make all the people who had once said cold words look at him in a new light.
But what he saw was his mother’s short grave.
It had been many years since his widowed mother passed away, but she had never told him that the letters were written on her behalf by her clansmen. This was because the ordinary woman, who had worked hard her entire life, did not want to affect her son’s studies.