Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1797

The cold wind of the last days of winter finally died down, and a few clusters of new green sprouted from the branches. On the official road where the snow had melted, the soil still had a bit of a damp and cold fishy smell.

Outside the capital, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, shaking people's hearts from far away. People rushed to tell each other that the German emperor's procession had arrived at the city gate.

The whole capital was in turmoil.

People ignored the early spring chill and flocked to the streets.

The king's army returned triumphantly

Officials from the Ministry of Rites had already set up the incense table.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the three dukes and nine ministers were dressed in court robes, standing solemnly in the cold wind, waiting.

It's sunny today.

The horn sounded long and the city gate opened. The black-armored cavalry appeared like a dark cloud pressing down on the city. In the front, a scarlet royal flag fluttered in the wind. The dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread on it was so bright in the sunlight that people could not open their eyes.

All the officials sang in unison to welcome His Majesty's triumphant return. The sound was like a tide, interweaving with the sound of swords and spears from the cavalry on the long street.

Thirty-six golden-armored guards led the way, and their black iron boots made neat clanging sounds on the bluestone slabs.

The black iron chariot engraved with dragon patterns slowly rolled through the city gate. A chilly spring breeze suddenly lifted the chariot curtain, revealing the faint figure of the emperor sitting inside.

On both sides of the chariot, young generals, full of vigor and vitality before going to war, rode their war horses slowly.

The moment the chariot rolled over the bluestone boundary marker at the city gate, all the soldiers suddenly reined in their horses.

Amid the sound of armor colliding, dozens of people dismounted at the same time, their movements as if they were one person. When the blood-stained boots landed on the ground, there was no noise at all, only the sound of armor scales hitting each other.

They pulled the reins, their young backs straightened. The morning light shone obliquely on the armor covered with knife marks, reflecting a cold light.

The faces that were once full of energy and radiance are no longer frivolous, but are now covered with frost and snow that cannot be melted.

The people were all looking for him, "Where is the Prince Consort? Isn't the Prince Consort the commander-in-chief?"

"He commands an army of 300,000 men, and is a well-deserved general of Weibei! How come I didn't see him?"

The people's discussions gradually became a tide, flooding the triumphant army.

The young generals' eyes all turned red, and their throats kept rolling. The two young generals at the end suddenly lowered their heads, and a suppressed sob leaked out from the gaps in their armor.

Emperor Mingde and Eunuch Qi also had tears in their eyes.

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In the afternoon, the sky was clear and Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang knelt on the bluestone slabs of Tinglan Courtyard to plead guilty.

The faint sunlight cast the shadows of the two men on the ground. Their armor was still on, and their shoulders seemed to be still stained with sand from the border.

Bei Hui opened the curtain and came out to say, "Madam asks you two to go to the main hall and wait for a while. She will be there soon."

Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang stood up silently. The sound of armor plates colliding startled the birds perched under the eaves.

When they arrived at the main hall, the two of them dared only to sit on the edge of the sandalwood chairs, their backs straighter than a spear, the uprightness that only soldiers could have. They no longer looked like they used to lie on the couch and laugh while grabbing candied fruits.

At that time, Anxia was supported by Beihui and walked slowly. She was wearing a thin brocade jacket, and her moon-white gown was hanging empty on her body. Her face, which had not yet recovered from childbirth, was whiter than rice paper.

The two men stood up suddenly, and their armor made a rustling sound.

"Cousin!" Tang Xinghe's throat rolled, and the call was hoarser than the north wind at the border.

Ma Chuyang stopped calling her "cousin" and suddenly slammed his knee on the ground, the black iron kneepad making a dull sound. "Chuyang apologizes to the princess."

The boy's voice sounded as if it had been rubbed by sand and gravel, and every word was seeping with blood.