"Brother Kuanfu, let's go," Zheng Lang said.

Wen Yanbo was not good at riding skills, and Zheng Lang was not good at riding skills, but he could barely ride a horse and trot, which could speed up. Zheng Lang was in a hurry to return to Hangzhou, and the court was also in a hurry to wait for their news.

If you want to be fast, you have to ride a horse.

Just as we were about to leave, a large group of people suddenly came from afar, seeing them off.

Zheng Lang's backbone and loyalty moved many ministers.

Although Zheng Lang was also defeated, it was different from the gentlemen who defeated him for the sake of defeat. His downfall was just to do things, balance left and right, regardless of party, and may not be beneficial in the long run, but not many people are holding grudges at the moment.

Zheng Lang has made many suggestions, but no one takes it seriously. Now it is effective. If it were Han Qi, there would be a magnitude ten-magnitude shock in the court yesterday, but Zheng Lang didn't say anything, just said that I was going to the northwest. Some people were also ashamed, including the loyal Song Xiang.

This trip to the northwest also touched the hearts of many people. Especially a few husbands, who were still waiting for Zheng Lang to come back to make an idea.

So this time Zheng Lang left the capital, and many ministers came to see him off, which was much more sensation than Fan Zhongyan’s three demotions.

Zheng Lang and Wen Yanbo had no choice but to dismount and say hello one by one.

When he came to Fu Bi, Fu Bi said, "Xingzhi, the world is very romantic. Xiwen, Zhigui and you will each occupy three points from today."

"Brother Fu, this is wrong. Today is very romantic. Your Majesty takes up five points. Without His Majesty's generousness, what are we?"

Fu Bi was speechless. Zheng Lang criticized the emperor and himself, and what he said seemed to be too much. However, how did the emperor use his own two?

"Brother Fu, there are still five more points on the blood-stained land in Sanchuankou."

"Did Taiwei Liu surrender?"

"You'll know in a few days."

Suddenly more smoke and dust rose in the distance, and a shout was heard: "Your Majesty is here."

Zheng Lang was stunned, and then relieved. In history, Wen Yanbo went to the northwest to investigate. That was the news. Even Huang Dehe asked Fan Yong to impeach him. Zhang Zonghui, the governor of Fuzhou, was arrested, and then he went to the northwest. Ten days in the morning and ten days in the evening were completely different in nature.

But he was still in a panic. This was not a delivery at the palace, and it was delivered to the gate and it was delivered. Yan Ji Inn was in the outer city. What did this delivery mean?

Saintly favor?

Or a heavy burden?

He hurriedly went forward with Wen Yanbo. Zhao Zhen walked out of the Yulu, looked at Zheng Lang, and said, "Zheng Qing, you must be careful when going to the northwest. Before Yuanhao's troops retreat, you will stay in Jingzhao Prefecture, or Tongzhou. I want you to come back alive and come back safely."

"Your Majesty, I know the right way."

"Remember, don't act irritably," Zhao Zhen said this, a little ashamed and moved. He actually grabbed Zheng Lang's hand and shook it hard three times.

"Your Majesty treats me like this, I want to be Wu Qi."

This sentence was a bit rude and even more inexplicable, but Zhao Zhen understood it. When he thought of Zheng Lang's words on his note yesterday, he suddenly laughed and said, "Zheng Qing, I am not Wu Qi, I just want you to live, and more people will live safely."

"Your Majesty..." Zheng Lang was moved.

"If it is true... I cry and sacrifice on my behalf, and I will salute and apologize to the martyrs."

"I obey the order."

"Go."

However, the two of them did not release their hands immediately and stared at each other. Zheng Lang's eyes were a little wet, and Zhao Zhen's eyes were also a little wet.

Jiang Xing'er looked at them and forgot her sadness. What else can the officials say if they can let the emperor treat each other like this?

"I am leaving, Your Majesty, don't worry about the matters in the northwest for the time being, wait for my memorial."

"Um."

Zheng Lang got on the horse, looked northwest, and thought to himself that at this time was the northwest wind blowing in Yanzhou or the southeast wind.

After thinking about it, he shouted: "Let's go."

In the blink of an eye, more than 300 people left Yanji Inn and disappeared into the distance.

Wherever Zhao Zhen stood silently, looking at him for a long time...
Chapter completed!