Zhao Xu didn't know where Zheng Lang lived, but he seemed to have a little understanding and rushed straight to Yongzhao Mausoleum.

It happened that the Zheng family burned paper money in front of Yongzhao Mausoleum, and there was another thing burning, a tall wooden horse riding a Confucian robe and a sword on it, looking quite like Zheng Lang himself. The civil servant held a map in his hand, and with the sparks, he could see that it was a map of the territory of the Song Dynasty, including Hehuang and Xixia.

Zhao Xu turned his head and made a gesture to the guards and ministers, asking them to stop their voices. Then he walked over quietly.

It is cold in the first month, and some small snowflakes are floating in the sky.

The weather was relatively cold in 1087 of the Western calendar. It is recorded that it has been heavy snow in the capital for the whole month since the winter, and it has not stopped until spring. Although it is the first month, snow often falls in the capital. The snow falls at dawn is considered small.

As he approached, Zhao Xu stared at the Trojan horse. He knew the origin of this part. Song Renzong died and had nothing to do with him, but he was buried with a jade horse. Although the country was prosperous and the people were safe, the Western Xia had not been recovered, which was the biggest regret of Zhao Zhen in his life.

In fact, there was a chance later, but the money was limited. Zhao Zhen chose the river craftsman to recover Xixia or the river craftsman. However, Zheng Lang mentioned this matter and was often depressed.

At this time, Zheng Lang was burning the Trojan seriously, but his eyes were a little erratic. His family also noticed that Zhao Xu brought his ministers over, but Zhao Xu still made a ban on voice gesture. Then he looked at Zheng Lang seriously. The separation has been several years.

It turned out that although the white hair was white, it was still a little shiny. A few years later, the bitter cold in the northwest made the white hair disappear and turned into a withered ball. Even the originally healthy body gradually became a little hunched. Zhao Xu stared at the white hair, the hunched figure, his nose was sour, and suddenly there were drops of wetness in his eyes.

The sky was getting brighter, and a red roar actually rose slowly. Under the red light, the snow dyed a layer of pink, and the world seemed to be covered with a layer of magnificent brilliance in an instant.

The sun shines warmly on the earth, and the snow on the ground is extremely crystal clear under the sunlight...

ps: This book ends like this, and some people are not satisfied with the following chapters. In fact, it is understandable. Because if you want to be rigorous, you must rely on history. However, Zheng Lang's appearance is to change history, and the quantitative change is the result of qualitative change. The further away from history, the more rigorous the decline. You don't like it, and I write it hard. But it's finally over. Whether it's good or bad, you have decided. See the new book "Chuangtian" that different fairy tale novels should not be considered Fu Qian's fairy tale novels. Finally, please support me.
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