As soon as these words came out, Mu Qinghan felt uncomfortable.

When the guards heard this, they broke out in cold sweat.

This use of women, of course, refers to the fact that the monarch once used Song Beile, the first princess of the Northern Song Dynasty, to seize the country. And everyone in Yanjing City knew who the monarch was most taboo about mentioning this matter.

It seems that the king doesn't like people in the palace mentioning the past affairs of the previous dynasty.

"Brother Gong Chen is still as outspoken as before, so please invite brother Gong Chen and the princess to enter the city together."[

Mu Qinghan deliberately smiled to hide the stiffness on his face, saying this in order to lighten the atmosphere.

Then Gong Chenjue and others stopped talking nonsense to Mu Qinghan and the others. It was still uncomfortable to stand and talk in this scorching heat.

Then they followed Mu Qinghan's Luan Jia into Yanjing City.

When a group of people stepped into the imperial capital of the Chen Kingdom, many people were filled with a shocking feeling.

But everyone's emotions were inferior to Huang Beile's mood at this moment.

This is Yanjing City, once the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty Empire.

It is also the place where she has profound memories of fifteen years.

But after a war, the country changed hands, and the old people were no longer there. But the memory in her heart could not be erased by the war.

It will only become more profound with time.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

Looking at the familiar ten-foot wall, I vaguely remember how tragic the battle was that day and how tragic her final ending was.

As the group walked in the city of Yanjing, all the people knelt down and shouted "Long live."

You don't need to think about it to know which old Bai people are paying respect to Mu Qinghan, who is wearing a mysterious robe with five claws and dragon patterns in front of him. With such silence, they may have forgotten the former emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Watching the scene in front of me turn one after another, familiar people and familiar street scenes.

Huang Beile's eyes got moist for no reason, recalling that the people of Yanjing City also shouted "A Thousand Years Old Princess" at her feet.

The princess is a thousand years old? The girl in white is depressed in her heart. When will she live to be a thousand years old? The sum of her past and present lives is only half a year.

This is her country and her city, but it has been trampled upon by the man she loves and trusts the most. You still set up Da Chen's country in Yanjing, Mu Qinghan, are you humiliating me? Or do you think you are the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty?

The entire lineage has died. Can’t you see what’s happening now?

Hatred and pain flowed out of his eyes so naturally.

But Mu Qinghan just enjoyed the worship of the people in the city with full majesty, and led everyone into the Grand Chen Emperor's Palace.[

The familiar imperial city building looks like a blue dragon, with blue glazed tiles, white steps, and jade-colored dragon-carved stone pillars.

Exquisite yet grand and simple, this is a city that has been passed down for thousands of years. The once prosperous imperial capital of the Northern Song Dynasty now has to leave it alone.

The group dismounted, and Huang Beile and others followed Mu Qinghan into the palace, looking at the familiar plants and trees around them.

But the scene of that day when blood was spilled on the palace walls and the sound of crying was ringing in my ears.

Indelible memories, mixed with hatred.

The girl raised her eyes and looked at the majestic young man in front of her. Her eyes no longer had the slightest warmth from before.

"Minister, I heard that this was once the royal palace of the Northern Song Dynasty. Why did you want to locate the capital here?"

Looking back, Mu Qinghan looked into the girl's clear eyes, and there seemed to be something else in them.
Chapter completed!