THE UNRIVALED MIRACLE DOCTOR AND THE GOD
Chapter 145: If You Disagree, I Will Not Accept It [3]
Ten days later, Qin Guoluodu.
In the magnificent and magnificent capital, early in the morning, people crowded and surrounded the main road leading to the city.
Ditches stood on both sides of the road, preventing waves of people and controlling the order of the scenery.
Today was the day when Mu Xiong, the War God of the Qin Kingdom, returned from victory.
Waves of ferocious wild beasts at the beginning of the month had spread to Luodu. The people who lived here knew that if not for General Mu and his troops fighting to defend at the border, they would have already become food in the mouths of the orcs.
Therefore, for this welcome, they were sincere and wanted to bring these fighters home.
Almost a hundred feet away from the city gate, the prince and king Rui, who were ordered by the emperor to be here waiting to be greeted, looked extremely ugly. Even though they had different thoughts, they all had the same goal.
Now that their goal had failed, where could their mood be better?
Especially, hearing the admiration of the people around Mu Xiong and Mu Jiajun made them feel depressed.
“The emperor's brother looks bad today!” Qin Jinhao rode on a high horse, glanced at the prince Qin Jinxiu beside him, and said lightly.
A dark sting flashed across Qin Jinxiu's eyes, suppressing the anger in his heart, and replying with a sneer: "This prince is very kind, but I think Rui Wang's face looks a little ugly. But what's up?"
Qin Jinhao narrowed the eagle's eyes, a cold light shone between his eyes, and his thin lips lifted slightly: "The Emperor was too worried. The king's face was ugly, especially since there was a worried emperor. There's no sound. I followed Qingge and ran to Yicheng. Lately, my king, mother, and concubine have both been heartbroken. "
“Changle is totally nonsense,” Qin Jinxiu sneers again and again. The murder was hidden in Qin Jinhao's eyes.
The two fought, fought secretly, but no one was happy.
For Qin Jinhao, even though this time, Mu Xiong's failure to die in Yicheng left him disappointed. But he's not without a chance. After all, there was still a connection between him and your family, right?
That's prince ...
If Mu Xiong knew that it was the prince and party who were secretly counting, perhaps, Mu Xiong, who had always kept neutrality, would also turn to him.
After some calculations in his heart, Qin Jinhao felt that the current result was not so unacceptable, and the corner of his mouth suddenly flashed a smile that he wanted to win.
That smile troubled Qin Jinxiu's heart with killing intent, and his expression became gloomy again.
Right now, behind the two, there was the sound of a horseshoe.
The two looked back at the same time, and saw the heroic Mu Lianrong, riding a horse with a guard.
Qin Jinxiu pursed his lips and said nothing, Qin Jinhao's eyes turned, and he took the initiative to go up and said politely to Mulianrong: "Auntie Rong."
Mu Lianrong lowered his eyes and jaw: "King Rui." Then, he shouted to Qin Jinxiu's chair: "Your Majesty."
Qin Jinxiu worked hard to adjust his emotions, showed a gentle smile, and said gently and politely: "Aunt Rong, you are here."
Mu Lianrong did not move, but simply nodded to the two princes, and then led someone to stand behind them, waiting for the return of his father and nephew.
In this battle, he had barely received any information about Yicheng.
Such an anomaly had already made him suspicious. During this period of time, he had gathered evidence secretly, only to find out the real black hand that framed the Mu family secretly.
But now, the person he was locking up happened to be right in front of him.
These two princes, who looked at the throne, made him doubtful. Just yesterday, the emperor's decree showed the real killer for him.
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Mu Lianrong quietly raised his eyes and focused on the key points of Prince Qin Jinxiu's vest.
This time the great feud was the accidental death of the mother and elder brother both that year, and the eldest brother died in a strange battle, no doubt over. He guessed the master behind the scenes, but there was no evidence, how could he fight against his enemies?
With drooping eyes, Mu Lianrong frowned slightly.
'Your family, never do anything to betray the monarchy! '
Mu Xiong's once categorical sentence was now like a chain, making Mu Lianrong feel uncomfortable breathing. Your family, loyal to the heart and the truth, but what do you get in return?
Holding the hand of control tightly, Mu Lianrong still kept a friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, and did not let the murderous aura around him vent.
"I'm coming!"
Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd.
daddy's! the song!
The family love melted into the bones and blood caused Mu Lianrong to temporarily release her hatred, and raised her eyes to look at the city gate in front. The joy in the heart is revealed through the eyes.
Following the official path outside the city, the team that gradually appeared before the people attracted everyone's attention.
However, as the snake-like team approached, fierce discussions broke out in the crowd.
The sky was full of coins, carried by the wind.
Like snowflakes, it instantly covered the ground inside and outside Luodu City.
The returning warrior had no joy of winning the battle. Instead, they were all silent, and the entire team exuded a sort of sadness that was too thick to dissolve.
In fact, every soldier in the team was tied with a filial white cloth on his right arm. In the bamboo basket on the back, there was a black porcelain jar.
This time, there were only 5,000 Mu Jiajun who followed Mu Xiong to return to Dudu from Yicheng.
Of course, in these five thousand people, every person was like this. That bamboo basket and porcelain jar made everyone curious.
What the hell's going on?
Why, this time when Mu Jiajun returned from victory, was so different from the past?
The Ming coins floating in the air flew towards Qin Jinhao and Qin Jinxiu.
Some fell in front of them, and some fell on them.
Qin Jinhao reached out his hand to grab it, grabbed the Ming coin that fell on him, frowned, squeezed the Ming coin into a ball, and threw it away. But Qin Jinxiu brushed his sleeves, his face suddenly turning blue and clear from Mingbi's interference.
Behind them, Mu Lianrong slightly raised his head, looked at the Ming coins flying in the sky, sadness floated from his heart, and fog quickly appeared in his eyes.
He seemed to have sensed and seen the fierceness of this battle from these coins that brought him to the underworld.
The porcelain jar in the bamboo basket could not be understood by others, but he briefly recognized that it was an ash jar dedicated to the warrior bones by Mu's troops.
'Dad, bring them back! Mu Lianrong's heart trembled like a drum, his eyes reddened.
Around him quiet.
All seemed to be affected by this miserable atmosphere.
A force of five thousand entered through the city gates, and there was no other sound except the sound of horse treads.
As the head of the army, Mu Xiong rode his horse forward.
He looked serious, with complex emotions in his life changing.
On his right arm, a piece of white cloth was also tied up, and was not distinguished due to his identity. Beside him, another horse was the red-clothed Mu Qingge.
White cloth wrapped around his waist and arms.
The features of the face are beautiful and soft, very calm. In very clear eyes, there are no waves, but there is unmatched sharpness.