Chapter 72 Return

In April, Qiongjiang Fangfei has come to an end, but it is still snowing in the north. This day is the darkest day of the Wei family army. With Xiao, the cold wind banner hunting and hunting spread to the endless sky, and the barracks were silent, so dull and sad that it seemed to make the world sad together.

In front of the coach's tent, there is a huge coffin, which is made of good nanmu, and the lid is slightly open. Because of the cold weather, there is no peculiar smell.

Wei Jia, the substitute commander of the "Wei Family Army" slowly came out of the camp. She is still dressed in white and rotten silver armor, but the peach-colored cloak has been changed to a plain one, and her hair is also tied with snow-colored filial piety belts, making her more and more like a chrysanthemum in autumn, cold and beautiful.

Before she came to the coffin, she didn't want anyone to help. She lifted the lid of the coffin with her own hands.

Lying in the coffin was her biological father, Wei Ye, the commander of Wei Jiajun.

Wei Jia stretched out his hand and stroked his father's face. His face was peaceful, but his cheeks were sunken. She shed a tear, fell on the iron armor on Wei Ye's body, and quickly reached out to wipe it. She remembered that when her mother died, she cried like this. Her grandmother told her that the tears of a living person fell on the deceased, and he would always miss you and walk uneasily.

She was still young at that time, but she didn't want her mother to leave uneasily. She quickly wiped away her tears and said to her grandmother, "Don't cry. Jiaer won't cry in the future. Will your mother walk happily?"

The result was that Mrs. Ye hugged her and cried, but since then, Wei Jia has never cried again.

She didn't cry when she was shot in the chest by the Northern Golden Enemy. She didn't cry when she saw the corpses of the soldiers she was with all over the day and night. She didn't cry when her father suddenly disappeared and suffered injustice. Now that her father has returned, she has no reason to cry.

She leaned half of her body into the coffin, gently hit her father with her cheek, and whispered in his ear, "Dad, don't worry, I won't cry or be afraid."

Wei Ye didn't answer. Her face touched the beard on his cheek and was pricked a little painfully, but she was still extremely greedy for the pain and would never have it again.

Although she didn't cry, the sergeants of the whole battalion followed Wei Ye for many years. Isn't it sad to hear the news of his death? Those were all tough men bathed in iron-blooded beacon fire. They would rather bleed than cry. Seeing this scene, they actually sobbed in a low voice. The cry seemed to be contagious, but in a moment, it spread all over the barracks. The man's unique, deep and sad sobs seemed to destroy the deep clouds in the sky, but everyone was sad, and even the birds flying in the sky chirped.

"What are you crying for?" Wei Jia shouted harshly, "My father just washed away the injustice today! You are all soldiers of the country. The foreign enemy is not flat, and the emperor's side is not clear, and you actually shed tears? How can I be worthy of my father's spirit?"

The soldiers were shocked by her words. Although they were surprised, they still wiped their tears. Wei Jia asked again, "Where is Bei Jin's book?"

A small school around her quickly handed over a letter. Wei Jia had actually read it, but as long as she held the letter, she felt that her tentacles were hot and almost burned her fingers.

She raised the letter, "This is the solid proof that my father has never been rebellious. Tomorrow, I will take it and personally send my father's coffin back to Beijing!"

When the generals were there, the crowd was excited, "Yes! Let the emperor see for himself that the coach did not betray the country!" The coach was imprisoned without compromise, and finally died unyielding. Let's see what those treacherous villains in the court have to say!" But, but we don't have a coach!" ......

When it was noisy, I suddenly heard a person ask, "The commander-in-chief died in the country. Where is the deputy general Gao Bing?"

Another person said, "Don't you know yet? Why was the commander-in-chief captured by the Northern Gold Thieves on that day? The senior vice general can be said to have made great contributions!"

Another person spat on the ground, "This is the deputy general sent by the imperial court!" The horse can't bow and can't pull. At the critical moment, it is so important for profit and justice, and it is afraid of death! Where is he now? I must smash him into ten thousand pieces to tell the commander of the spirit in heaven!"

"He is dead." Wei Jia said calmly, "The commander refused to surrender after being captured, and the Beijin people released rumors that he had defected to the enemy. Now that my father has died on hunger strike. He has been cut by the lord of Beijin, and his head is hanging on the gate. Do you want to see it?"

The generals were stunned, and Wei Jia slowly turned around. Although she was a female stream, she could stand somewhere to make people feel at the top of the sky. She looked around at the people under her command and opened her red lips slightly. "You must all know that my father was framed and my Qiongjiang's father was affected and deprived of the title. This injustice has to be revenged, and this situation has to be clear. Although Gao Bing is dead, his father's hatred is still there. I returned to Beijing this time. It is dangerous and I don't know whether to live or die. I hope you will be loyal to the country for me and my father, and protect the safety of the people in the north, just like we did at that time.

"My 'Weijiajun' is not for someone. Even if he is the supreme, we don't do it. What we do is a boundless country and the people to live and work in peace and contentment. Do you understand?"

The generals were awe-inspiring and answered loudly, "I understand!"

Wei Jia nodded and arranged a team of soldiers to return to Beijing to send back to Wei Ye's coffin. Other "Weijia Army" soldiers still stayed on the edge of the barracks.

Wei Jia and his party quickly urged to transport Wei Ye's coffin back to their hometown. Weifu has already received a letter and has prepared a mourning hall and memorial at home. Mrs. Ye was young and suddenly heard the death of her eldest son. The blow was too big, so she fell ill in **.

She has never doubted her son's loyalty to Da Yun's loyalty to the country. Although she has made more or less psychological preparations, the bad news came suddenly, which is still too difficult for her to accept as an elderly person.

When Wei Jia entered Beijing, she didn't have time to talk to her family. She only sent her father's coffin back to Weifu, kowtowed in front of Mrs. Ye's sick bed, and hurried into the palace. At this time, the emperor was already weak, but the eighth prince saw Wei Jia taking soldiers into Beijing. Those people were all plagiarism and brave and dared not stop them at all, so he let them into the palace.

He now hates the emperor. Since he began to want him to ascend the throne, why don't he hold the military power? He now has lost the "Jinwuwei" inside and no "guard army" outside, and only some ministers in the court can use. But in case Xue Zhen comes back... No, no, he won't let him return to Qiongjiang!

Wei Jia only took a few relatives and was stopped at the palace gate and asked to unload the weapons. Those people looked at her and saw Wei Jia nodded slightly before they took down the sword around their waist. Wei Jia herself also took off a long cone that almost never left her waist. The cone was bright and cold, and the tip of the blade was shining with a thin layer of sharp light. The handle was embedded with large cat's eye stones, amber, tiger eye stones, sedge stones and other treasures. Such a heavy grasp in Wei Jia's hand makes her plain hands more and more like jade, but as stable as Mount Tai, making it difficult for people not to respect her.

She entered the palace with her head held high, followed by the Dutch generals, but only a few people suddenly felt a sense of fierce majesty. The eighth prince sat under the emperor's dragon chair, squinted at her as she came, and clenched his fists tightly in his sleeve.

The emperor had been as thin as a skeleton. If it hadn't been for the straight dragon robe, he would have almost disappeared in the wide dragon chair. And the dragon robe is inlaid with gold thread and jewels, which is already very heavy. Now he is wearing it, and he is more and more pressed to bend down. He had snow-like white hair, his face was full of gully and his eyes were bleak, and he quietly looked at Wei Jia, who had stepped into the Yuantai Hall.

Wei Jia knelt down and worshipped, and was shocked as soon as she looked up. A few years ago, she went to the palace with her father. At that time, the emperor was still prosperous. Although he was a little fat and his face showed excessive fatigue from time to time, there was still some emperor's airs.

That's what happened shortly before the ninth princess suddenly became a family in Beijing, but in just a few years, the emperor seemed to be dozens of years old. Now he looks like an old man. I'm afraid that Mrs. Ye, who is one generation older than him and is weak in bed, is now more energetic than him.

Wei Jia held back the tears that wanted to grab her eyes, knelt on the ground, and talked about how his father led the troops to chase the enemy, the deputy general Gao Bing, how the country betrayed his father, how his father was captured by the Beijin enemy soldiers, how the lord of Beijin personally persuaded his father to surrender, his father would rather die than be imprisoned, and Beijin released rumors that his father had After surrendering and treason, his father finally went on a hunger strike and committed suicide, which was originally told to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, this is a handwritten letter from the Lord when the Beijin people returned my father's body. Please have a look." Regardless of the eighth prince who came up to receive the letter, Wei Jia kneeled to the emperor's feet and presented it to the emperor with her own hands.

The emperor opened the letter tremblingly. He read it for a long time and burst into tears. If he had seen such a letter a few months ago, he would have thought that Wei Jia was provoking her monarch and clearly pointing out how funny his previous decision to seize the title of the Duke of Anguo. However, today, he looked at the words written by the Lord of Beijin himself in front of him and finally understood how ignorant he was before. Listening to the words of the villain easily slandered Wei Ye's personality and humiliated his achievements. Thinking of this, he only felt that his tears were getting more and more turbulent. He raised his dim tears and looked at the Eighth Prince without any emotion.

General Wei was loyal, and even the lord of the enemy country felt his righteousness and sent the body back. I was really ashamed..." The emperor sighed leisurely, "I gave General Wei as the 'Duke of Protection' and restored the title of the Duke of Anguo. On the same day, the Ministry of Criminal Justice reiterated the case."

He has another sentence that he won't say it anyway. Just think it's my fault.

For a while, the building will collapse, and for a while, the gate will be rejummified. Just as Qiongjiang people thought that Weifu was going to revive and glory, in the house where Weifu temporarily lived, Wei Jia, Wei Jue and Ye Dongyu all knelt in front of Wei Yeling in filial piety.

They have been looking forward to today, but when this day really comes, they don't seem to think it's important, at least not as important as family reunion.