The prince: "You can't shoot anymore. You can't catch my third arrow." After saying that, he threw the bow on the ground and said, "It's okay if you don't shoot this arrow. Wang Erhao, I hope you keep your promise."
Turn around and leave.
The five warriors around the prince were already loosening their bonds.
Wang Erhao moved his arms: "Prince, you dare to humiliate me." With a howl, he rushed towards the prince with his sword.
Shan Shan lost color: "Prince, be careful."
Wang Erhao rushed behind the prince, raised his sword and struck at the prince. The prince turned around and blocked Wang Erhao's sword with his sword, gradually suppressing Wang Erhao's sword.
Wang Erhao's eyes widened and he tried his best to regain his sword, but failed.
The prince pushed hard and Wang Erhao stumbled to the ground.
The prince walked straight forward.
Wang Erhao got up from the ground, shouted, and struck the prince with his sword again.
The prince turned around to resist.
The two swords touched each other and sparks flew out. Wang Erhao's long sword flew out.
Wang Erhao fell to the ground in response, his right hand drooped, blood flowing down his fingertips.
The prince still walked straight forward.
Hearing Wang Erhao's roar, the prince suddenly looked back and was shocked. Wang Erhao was seen killing himself with his sword.
It was too late for the prince to stop him.
Wang Erhao slowly fell down.
The prince said: "Wang Erhao—the second emperor's uncle—" and ran forward.
Wang Erhao is already dying.
The prince hugged Wang Erhao tightly in his arms and burst into tears: "Second Emperor Uncle——"
The whole audience was devastated.
Kach and other generals knelt down beside Wang Erhao.
Wang Erhao opened his eyes with difficulty and held the prince's hand tightly: "Prince, I, I did not massacre the city." Fu looked at Kah again: "Kah, you are the queen's nephew and my cousin. , I want to stop the troops, stop the troops..." He slowly pulled their hands together.
Kahe nodded heavily and couldn't help but choke.
Wang Erhao: "Prince, you, you must agree to send me back to my country."
The prince closed his eyes sadly, nodded, tears streaming down his face, and hugged Wang Erhao tightly: "Uncle, why? Why is this?"
Wang Erhao stood up, raised his hand, and said with his last breath: "Palace Master..." His hand gradually fell down, and he suddenly lowered his head.
Everyone in the audience cried.
Wang Erhao's war horse neighed and approached Wang Erhao, as if mourning and bidding farewell to its master.
The heavy rain started again, and a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared, and the bright light reflected on Wang Erhao's pale face. A sergeant covered Wang Erhao's whole body with a white cloth.
The prince picked up Wang Erhao, crawled on the horse, gently led the horse, and silently walked towards Nanzhao City.
Everyone separated and consciously made way for them.
In the heavy rain, the prince, the war horse, the white cloth wrapping the corpse, and the swaying Nanzhao City.
…
The soldiers have withdrawn.
Mary directed the maids to organize the harem.
The prince, covered in blood, staggered in with his war horse. On horseback is Wang Erhao, wrapped in white cloth.
Behind the prince were Mary, Zhang Xiaowei, Zhang Zhiguang, Zhang Zhidong, and five warriors. Everyone's expressions were solemn and heavy.
When Mary saw the prince, she anxiously came forward to greet him. She shook the prince's shoulders: "Prince, what's wrong with you? Prince, where are my brother and the second emperor's uncle?"
The prince seemed to be exhausted and turned around to look behind him.
Mary had a premonition of something. She quickly ran to the horse, lifted the white cloth, and was stunned. "Prince, you, you?" She knelt down and said, "Prince, you said you wouldn't fight back. You said that." ——Prince——”
She knelt on the ground, staggered to the prince, pulled him by the collar of his clothes, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Tell me, prince, why is this happening?"
The prince lost too much blood and could no longer hold on. His vision went dark and he fainted.
Mary knelt between the two of them: "Oh my God! Why, why?"
The queen twisted incense and prayed in front of the statue.
The guard came to report: "Queen, the enemy soldiers have retreated."
Queen: "Where is the prince?"
Guard: "The prince was injured by a bow and arrow, and the doctor is now doing his best to save him."
The queen was shocked and the burning incense fell from her hand to the ground.
Everyone gathered around the imperial doctor quietly.
Mary was lying on the other bed, murmuring to herself: "Prince—Prince, you can't die—"
The queen entered with the support of Huangmen, and rushed to the prince's bedside impatiently: "Prince...Prince, my son."
The imperial doctor respectfully said: "Queen, your Royal Highness has been physically strong since childhood. His fortune is a hundred times better than that of ordinary people, and he is protected by the gods. Although he has lost too much blood, he is out of danger. There is no fear for his life. However, he needs to rest and cannot be disturbed."
The queen held the prince's right hand with both hands: "My son is blessed with great fortune. He will turn misfortune into good luck. Yes, he will." She stood up gently, walked to Mary, sat on the bed, and stroked her breasts. Face, "Child, we are all your relatives."
Mary opened her eyes, threw herself into the Queen's arms, and burst into tears.
At this time, the prince frowned, showing pain, as if he wanted to wake up. Everyone was happy: "Wake up, the prince is awake."
The prince slowly opened his eyes and gradually saw everyone's faces clearly. He called Zhang Xiaowei: "Send someone to inform my father to return to the palace." Zhang Xiaowei nodded.
The prince then gently ordered: "Let the 100,000 soldiers outside the city enter the city, and the palace will arrange for them to camp."
Zhang Xiaowei: “This——?”
The prince couldn't help but said: "Listen to my order and go."
Zhang Xiaowei: "Yes." He separated from everyone and went out.
Gradually transitioning to Nanzhao City, the people who survived the disaster on the city walls, city tops, and under the city walls, the messy battlefield was too horrible to look at.
The mountains and ancient cities wailed again and again.
…
Three days later.
The huge altar is ten times larger than the Summer Palace Altar. A huge sacrificial scene, Nanzhao Kingdom is holding a national funeral.
The lonely sound of horns pierced the sky.
The square of the palace was crowded with people and there were many military camps. The soldiers of the Western Liao Kingdom were all dressed in plain green clothes and had serious expressions.
In the front row of the altar, Zhang Si led the civil and military ministers of the Nanzhao Kingdom to stand one after another, wearing the same plain clothes and white belts, with sad faces.
The whining horns suddenly sounded, and the sound of chimes sounded one after another.
There are four coffins placed on the altar, namely Zhang Biao, Wang Erhao and his son.
On the altar, Qiu Yunlong led a group of Brahmins, large and small, in chanting sutras to save the souls of the dead.
Mary knelt in the front row, burning incense in her hands. She was so sad that she could no longer hold on. A maid held her arm.
Qiu Yunlong stood on the altar and gestured, prayed, chanted sutras, and danced to the best of his ability.
The sixteen maids beside the prince stood neatly around the bed.
The queen took the prince's hand and stroked it for a long time, her affection for licking the calf was beyond words. She waved, and a maid handed over the prepared medicine, and she personally administered the medicine to the prince.
Prince: "Mother! Soon the child will be far away from his father and mother, traveling thousands of miles to protect his spirit. Traveling across thousands of mountains and rivers, it may take months or even years to see each other again. Father, king and mother should take more care of themselves."
Queen: "Don't worry, Prince. The Queen Mother supports you. No matter how others oppose it, as long as what you decide is always right, the Queen Mother will support you at any time. Besides, you always keep your promises, especially to a dying person." Promise. I hope that my son will be auspicious and that everything will be auspicious when he goes there. I will pray for you day and night and hope that you can return safely."
