Chapter 17 Impossible

"General," everyone shouted together. These men who have been galloping on the battlefield for many years and adhering to the principle of "blood, sweating without tears", shed tears at this moment.

When the news of Shen Xiao'an's sacrifice for the country came back to the capital, it was already two days later.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the north." Xiao Linzi shouted excitedly. He thought that the good news from the north must have come, and General Zhenbei won again. Yes, General Zhenbei came out in person. How could he not win? It's just that this time, he was wrong.

"Ye-huh, come up."

When he finished reading this letter, he was stunned. Such bad news is not only so sad for the people who love Shen Xiao'an. For him, such a bad news makes his most powerful and loyal minister leave like this. For a while, he really can't accept it. However, that's the truth. Even if you are so unwilling to accept this fact, you still have to accept it, right?

Looking at Nangong He's expression, Xiao Linzi was a little strange. Isn't it good news to see the north? Was it General Shen's defeat? However, if it is defeated, how could the emperor show such a heartbreaking expression? Xiao Linzi couldn't figure it out. However, the emperor's mind is difficult to guess, so Xiao Linzi no longer thinks about it.

"Your Majesty, King Mo is here," a maid of honor came to report.

"Let the King of Ink come in."

"Yes," the maid nodded and retreated.

"Brother Mo, come with me to the General's Mansion in Zhenbei." Rarely, Nangong Mo looked at Nangong He's solemn expression and asked, "What's going on, brother?"

"Zhenbei General Shen Xiao'an sacrificed for the country." Nangong He said with a sad face.

When he heard the news, Nangong Mo was also stunned. Xiao Linzi looked even more surprised.

"The emperor is here," Xiao Linzi shouted and asked the servants of Shen's house to inform the master.

When they heard the news, Mo Xiaoru and Shen Qingning were a little surprised. How could the emperor come in person? Is there any bad news from the north? No, it won't. As soon as this idea came out, Mo Xiaoru immediately denied it in his heart. Xiao An promised her that he would come back safely anyway, and she should believe him.

The mother and daughter hurried to the front hall. After all, the emperor came in person and could not be neglected.

"See you, emperor, long live my emperor." The mother and daughter knelt down together.

"Get up." Nangong said indifferently.

After so many days, Nangong Mo thought that when he saw the man in front of him again, he would no longer feel anything. But at this moment, how can the pounding heart explain it? It turned out that he couldn't completely forget it after all.

"Mrs. Shen," Nangong He looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly couldn't bear to speak, but after all, she would know about this matter. He hesitated for a moment and said, "General Shen," he paused, but Mo Xiaoru's heart was inexplicably raised. Is it really something wrong? Was he injured? What happened? "General Shen died." He continued.

"Your Majesty," there was a trace of disbelief in Mo Xiaoru's voice. No, it was she who had hallucinations. What she said just now was not true, "Your Majesty, you say... What?" There was a tremor in her voice, but more of it was full of disbelief. It's impossible. How can it be?

"General Shen died." Nangong He looked at Mo Xiaoru like this and repeated it again. In addition, General Shen was buried in the north. He wanted to see our army win with his own eyes. Nangong He added that he conveyed all the information in the letter to Mo Xiaoru.