Chapter 566 Heir
San Ya's eyes were as sharp as an eagle. They penetrated the distance of space and firmly locked onto the rope at the top of the flagpole of the rolled-up battle flag. She quickly calculated the speed and angle in her mind.
Now is the time!
Her fingers on the strings suddenly loosened—
"call out--!"
The long arrow turned into a meteor, and with a sharp whistling sound, it shot out at a speed that was almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, and pierced through the thick rope hanging the "Xiao" flag with incredible precision.
The huge battle flag was instantly freed from its restraints, rolling and stretching, and floating towards the open space below the city wall.
At this moment, San Ya's warhorse happened to gallop to the bottom of the city wall.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she suddenly leaped from the horse's back and grabbed the air with her right hand like lightning.
“Hula——!”
The battle flag that symbolized Xiao Yan's glorious military achievements was held firmly in her hand. The plain white mourning clothes and the dark red battle flag were instantly intertwined.
San Ya landed steadily on the horse's back, raised her arm suddenly, swung the huge "Xiao" battle flag backwards, and draped it over her shoulders.
The flag was like the most gorgeous cloak, covering her plain white mourning clothes, and the huge word "Xiao" fluttered above her shoulders!
She controlled the reins with one hand and the flag on her shoulder with the other, then pulled the horse back and turned.
The warhorse's front hooves rose into the air, and it let out a loud, long neigh.
The girl's tall figure is bathed in the vast sky of late autumn in the northwest. Her plain clothes are stained with dust, her mourning belt is fluttering, and her father's battle flag is draped over her shoulders. The huge word "Xiao" is like a burning flame behind her, reflecting her young but extremely resolute face.
Lu Qiniang looked at her daughter proudly with tears in her eyes. At this moment, she understood all of Xiao Yan's preferences for San Ya.
"General Xiao! We have a successor!" Liu Jian opened his hands, placed them on his lips, and shouted with all his strength, "Xiao Xingxing! Xiao Xingxing!"
His eyes were full of pride.
Sister, his sister!
The person behind him seemed to have just realized what was happening and agreed loudly.
"Xiao Xingxing, Xiao Xingxing!"
The shouts were overwhelming, spreading like waves, and lasted for a long time.
Sanya, riding a warhorse, carried the heavy battle flag on her shoulders, which was imbued with the glory of her father and the expectations of the soldiers and civilians of the Northwest. She swept her eyes over the boiling crowd, and finally looked into the distance at the wider world of the Northwest.
She took a deep breath, as if breathing the tragedy and power of this land into her lungs.
She is determined to carry this "Xiao" flag!
The wind blew the battle flag, and also blew the fighting spirit burning in the girl's eyes, which was brighter than the stars.
When the team started to move forward normally again, a harsh and incompatible noise came from the other side of the official road.
I saw a long line of prisoner vans escorted by officials struggling to squeeze through the edge of the road where soldiers and civilians were kneeling.
The prison van was simple and dirty, and the people crammed inside were all disheveled and had numb and desperate expressions.
Someone came to tell Lu Qiniang that this was someone from the Zhenbei Palace and was about to be escorted to the capital for trial.
The gorgeous clothes of those people had long been stripped off, and they were wearing dirty prison uniforms. Their hair was disheveled, their faces were covered with whip marks, and their eyes were empty and numb. Where was the majesty of the former overlords of the northwest?
The prison cars at the back were filled with women and young children from the palace, and the sounds of crying, begging, and the scolding and cursing of the officials were mixed together.
This team of prison vans, symbolizing the collapse of power and the destruction of a family, and the team of coffins carrying the hero's mourning, unexpectedly met on the official road outside Changzhou City, which was soaked in the northwest wind, sand, blood and tears.
The scene became weird.
In particular, Lu Qiniang also saw the people following the prisoner van team——
Song Mingzhen.
Song Mingzhen was riding a horse, dressed in men's clothes, with a haggard face, completely devoid of his former arrogance.
She also saw Lu Qiniang, and a faint smile seemed to appear on the corner of her mouth.
With self-mockery and bitterness, he then looked away.
Lu Qiniang was in a complicated mood.
She thought that the "pig-killing enemy" was her mortal enemy.
But now when she saw Song Mingzhen, she didn't feel much emotion in her heart.
She didn't have much sympathy for Song Mingzhen, who bullied others by taking advantage of his power.
But who can not sigh in the face of the fickleness of fate?
Lu Qiniang still remembers that Song Mingzhen had been bossing her around and forcing her to get married, saying that if there was someone better than her, she would be willing to admit defeat and be submissive.
I didn't expect this day to come so soon.
Lu Qiniang didn't see Zhang Heyao.
Come to think of it, he is already the Minister now, so how could he have the time to accompany Song Mingzhen?
He is the most selfish person.
If something happened at the Zhenbei Palace, he probably wouldn't have enough time to clear himself of the matter.
Lu Qiniang really wanted to say to Song Mingzhen, this is the man you tried so hard to snatch away.
Now, what?
But on second thought, Song Mingzhen probably felt that she had become a widow and felt that she was pitiful.
Forget it.
Why should she waste her feelings on such a person?
Everyone has his own destiny and his own path to follow.
Lu Qinniang silently withdrew her gaze, and the last bit of ripples in her heart calmed down.
The wind blew up yellow sand all over the sky, blowing the white soul-calling banners and the heavy iron chains on the prison car, making a cold collision sound.
On one hand, the heroes return home and the people mourn; on the other hand, the powerful see their houses collapse and are imprisoned.
At this moment, the wind and sand of history silently record this absurd and tragic encounter.
Passing by each other.
Each continued their journey.
With the help of Northwest General Li Feng and his wife Ouyang, Lu Qiniang settled down.
They lived in a four-story courtyard in Changzhou.
Although San Ya was now a girl and could not go to the military camp, she would "accidentally" meet people from the military camp when they were riding and shooting when she rode through the city every day, and she soon became familiar with everyone.
Liu Jian was her follower and never left her side.
No one knows his true identity.
Even if he knew, he would probably doubt it - is this the prince like this?
But Lu Qiniang said that Liu Jian was a man of clear mind and good vision.
Putting aside other things, who would have thought that he would let San Ya appear in front of everyone that day?
Even if she thought of it, she would probably have to think twice and consider the impact and whether she would be criticized.
But Liu Jian not only dared to think, he was also decisive.
Dragon sons and phoenix grandsons are different.
San Ya is not so annoying to him anymore.
Mainly, he doesn't cry anymore.
If we don’t cry, we will still be good brothers.
The two people go in and out together and have a close relationship.
Lu Qiniang was actually a little worried. After dinner that day, Liu Jian went out to do something unknown. The mother and daughter sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air, so she tried to test San Ya's attitude.
"Saya, what do you think of the prince?"
"Mom, just call him by his name, so that others won't hear him. He's a good person." San Ya chewed the melon, saying heartlessly, "Mom, this melon is so sweet."
Lu Qiniang: “…”
She considered it and changed direction.
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