Yu Beizhou’s good mood lasted until three days later.
Three days later, when the intelligence was almost gathered and it was confirmed that the city gate was indeed an accident rather than a plot by the Wei Country, the stagnant army of Great Yuan immediately started to mobilize.
The reorganized generals almost surrounded the entire Imperial City.
Yu Beizhou could be considered as having accomplished his mission and retired. He lazily laid down in the main military tent, occasionally massaging the legs and shoulders for the noble His Highness, taking every opportunity to personally join the battle, providing the most meticulous service and care.
Zong Luo didn’t seem to have the intention to hide anything.
On the night Yu Beizhou fell ill, how anxious he was, everyone in the camp saw it. Not only the military doctor, but hot water was also sent afterwards. Later, Yu Beizhou never returned to his own camp, simply ordered the soldiers to move all his things to the main tent. He also set up a temporary place for handling military affairs on the tiger skin next to the desk, spending all day with Zong Luo.
Of course, since they were in the camp, they naturally had to abide by military discipline.
That day could be considered as being unable to restrain their feelings, but it was absolutely not allowed afterwards. At most, they would just solve it mutually every morning.
However, since their hearts were connected, even if they did nothing, there was still a strange harmony between them. Unlike ordinary lovers who were full of affection, they had a few more points of tacit understanding that belonged to enemies. Of course, those sticky forces were not less at all.
Last night, Yu Beizhou was sharpening the tip of his sword, and managed to knock a few words out of his senior brother’s mouth when he was lost in thought. He immediately laughed uncontrollably, pressing the person into the bedding and licking and kissing him.
It really fulfilled Zong Luo’s wish, hugging and kissing him from then on, truly tormenting.
Visibly, since then, kissing and hugging became the norm.
This person was very stubborn, never saying any sweet words, but always implementing it in action. His possessiveness was also top-notch, dangerous and crazy, kissing, licking, gnawing, biting, wishing to stamp every part of Zong Luo up and down.
When the latter got up, he was satisfied to appreciate the red marks that leaked from the gaps in his hair. Like a big cat lazily perched in the bedding full of smell, occasionally annoyed Zong Luo, he would grab his hair and pull him over, exchanging a kiss that might still smell of blood.
In this almost peaceful atmosphere, continuous military reports were sent from the front line.
After about a week of intense firefighting, Great Yuan eventually took the upper hand.
The cavalry kept advancing towards the interior of the Imperial City, and soon approached the palace.
It was unknown how Wei Country generals died for their beliefs, and many had also fled in the face of battle, such as the seventh prince of the Wei Country, who became a deserter before the Great Yuan cavalry came, taking the wealth he had accumulated over the years and ran to the wilderness.
“We can probably enter the city tomorrow.”
Zong Luo stood in front of the desk, listening to the generals report the rear forces.
The front line had already surrounded the palace, and the old and confused King Wei vomited blood in anger when he heard that his son had fled the country. It was said that he had entrusted the eunuch to write a letter of surrender, hoping that the Crown Prince of Great Yuan could spare his life for his proactive consciousness.
As for the suddenly opened city gate, Zong Luo also had some guesses.
He suspected that Ye Linghan was helping in the Imperial City. After all, looking at the entire Wei Country, including those spies planted in the Imperial City, only Ye Linghan had such power.
No matter what, even if it’s false, it’s still the Crown Prince of the Wei Country.
Although the Yu family was destroyed by Yu Beizhou, there were still connections. In addition, Ye Linghan hated the Wei Country so much that he could definitely do something like destroying the country by himself, whether in this life or the previous one.
Yu Beizhou did not comment.
The next day, when the previous troops completely guarded the palace and the news came, Zong Luo, dressed neatly, walked out of the main tent.
Beside him, a spirited red-armored general rode a distinctly different black horse, wearing the Tai’A sword, and opened his mouth with a smile under the public eye, “Your Highness, can we set off now?”
The Crown Prince being able to enter the city certainly means that the situation is under control.
But no one expected that the King of Beining, who had always been difficult to deal with, would be asked to be a personal guard.
Zong Luo nodded slightly, stepped onto the horse, and tacitly approved this action.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, almost walked side by side, riding towards the direction of the Imperial City.
At this moment, the Imperial City of the Wei Country was solemn.
The army of Great Yuan, holding heavy weapons, guarded the streets and alleys; all four city gates were opened to welcome the entry of the large troops from the rear.
Even if it was military occupation, the unlucky ones were also imperial aristocrats. Ordinary people just needed to stay at home obediently, changing dynasties from the outside, they didn’t have much to do with them, and Great Yuan never bothered to bully innocent civilians. Zong Luo even ordered two days ago that when half of the Imperial City was taken down, the Wei Country’s granary would be opened to provide relief to the common people who were displaced by the war.
So actually, the last city gate was pushed open by the people of the Wei Country.
When that white figure appeared at the main city gate, all the soldiers bowed their heads in salute.
“Paying respects to His Highness the Crown Prince!”
From this street to the end, all one could see was the dark war flag of Great Yuan.
Not far from the palace, those of the Wei Country who did not escape, the few remaining imperial families had been picked up like chicks and brought to the door, tied with hemp rope, waiting for disposal.
Zong Luo didn’t even look at King Wei, and went straight into the palace of the Wei Country.
Different countries on the Great Wilderness have different architectural styles and layout atmospheres.
For example, the Great Yuan, which was solemn and heavy, the palace was mostly a large and open layout, atmospheric and beautiful. For example, the Chu Country, which was destroyed early, the King Chu liked dancing and music, so he built the palace with small bridges and flowing water, which was very elegant.
However, this Wei Country palace in front was obviously another extreme.
Carved beams and painted rafters, osmanthus halls and orchid palaces, very beautiful.
The vermilion palaces were like stars, lined up in a linear arrangement. The thin silk gauze hanging outside the sleeping palace was hard to buy with a thousand gold. It was said that when the Wei Country achieved its hegemonic ambitions, the small countries along the coast had to tribute a batch to the Wei Country every year.
Even the wooden boards placed in the imperial garden, a few casual strokes on the top, were all made by famous artists, unique in the Great Wilderness.
In the farther place, the palace concubines and beauties were also brought together. They all wore complicated and gorgeous palace costumes, with gold and jade pendants hanging on their heads, with beautiful eyebrows and dais, their faces pale, forming a sharp contrast with the red lips.
Zong Luo shook his head. “Extravagant desires, no wonder it has fallen to this point.”
