Chapter 58: Shoot the light

Two sympathetically looking at her, said: "Yes."
After a while, a lot of bamboo candles and candles were placed in front of Chen Rong.
Chen Rong did not sit on the collapse of the image, and began to concentrate on the lantern.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
In the sky, the stars are a little bit, the Milky Way, as time goes by, one after another, the lanterns are floating on the sky.
Chen Rong let go of his hand, and the light of the hole in the palm of his hand rose, the light of the dark red candle, the gauze paper, the man's faint smile face, with a kind of distantness that made her dare not notice.
On the wall.
Looking at the middle-aged general who was approaching slowly, the officers and men bowed and bowed, "I have seen the general."
The middle-aged general nodded.
He looked at the dark wilderness ahead, and even if there was only a little starlight, you could see the darkness of the wilderness. Those prints were caused by burning woods.
This is the first thing that the middle-aged generals did after the break of Luoyang City.
He stood quietly in the city, looked at the horizon for a while, and suddenly said: "I thought that Sun Zhongmou Zhuge Kongming, so far away from the sky, quietly waiting for the other side to attack?"
In the voice, with a kind of self-satisfaction.
The soldiers behind him did not respond. The former general was a scribe, and he would send a string of emotions that they could not understand at any time.
At this time, the middle-aged general sighed a sigh. He looked back at the wood-like soldiers and shook his head and murmured: "The wise man is lonely!"
After that, I sighed.
At this moment, his eyes caught a thing and he sighed out. "What is that?"
The soldiers quickly turned around and looked at it. One person smiled and said: "It’s the Kongming Lantern. Last night, there was a lot of drifting in the sky. I didn’t think there would be more tonight."
The middle-aged general will frown.
At this time, a gust of wind blew, and with the wind, a gongming lantern flew to the middle-aged general.
The middle-aged general stared at it and suddenly changed his face and hurriedly said, "Let it shoot!"
When I saw the crowd and stood there stupidly, looking at myself with a confused look, the middle-aged general shouted and said: "The word above is the text of the Hu people!"
Huren's text?
This is not a trivial matter.
The soldiers were almost at the same time. Two young soldiers took out their bows and bent their arrows against the sky.
‘嗖’
Arrows go like a meteor!
In a twinkling of an eye, a hole in the light was shot on the ground.
However, it just fell to the ground, the candle glimpsed, the yarn of the paste began to burn, not waiting for the soldiers to run down the wall, it has only a few black and black bamboo strips left.
The middle-aged general has been violently screaming at this time: "Shooting down, all shot!"
"Yes!"
The neat promises sounded, and more than a dozen soldiers bent their arrows and shot them into the sky.
The middle-aged man will look at a long arrow that shoots empty and shouts, "Get my bow and arrow!"
"Yes!"
After a while, his pro-arms had sent a gorgeous giant bow and three arrows painted in black to his hands.
The middle-aged general will bend the bow and take the arrow.
At this moment, because the Kongming lanterns were flying too high, the soldiers were not able to shoot, and they stopped moving and looked back at the leader.
‘嗖’‘嗖’‘嗖’
Three arrows shot in succession, like a meteor in the night sky.
The first arrow slammed and hit the Kongming lantern and shot it.
Just as the candle in the lamp slammed, the second arrow had already been shot, and ‘Zi’’, the sound of the burning candle wick was extinguished.
Then, the third arrow was shot. The arrow shot at another hole, just an arrow, and the wick was shot. In the twinkling of an eye, two holes lighted to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the officers and men gave a cheer at the same time. They looked back and looked at their leader with admiration.
The middle-aged general was quite a chest, and he said: "Come on!"
"Yes Yes!"
The two soldiers ran down the wall and rushed toward the kongming lantern that fell on the ground.
After a while, two holes will be placed in front of the middle-aged general.
The middle-aged general put the two together and frowned and said, "It's the same."
He picked up one and stared at the man and stared at him. He whispered, "Who is this?"
No one answered.
He turned the light of the hole and looked at the pair that wrote the word. Staring at the wrap-around Hu Wen, the middle-aged general stood up and said, "Take all the kongming lights down!"
"Yes."
"Ask around and see where it first came from!"
"Yes!"
"Go to the office, he is proficient in Hu Wen, and he knows these words."
"Yes."
When he issued the orders one by one, it was almost sudden. A soldier pointed to the sky above Nanyang Wangfu and cried, "Yes, the Kongming Lantern flew out from there."
The middle-aged general turned his head.
He looked at the stack of beams and said, "Nanyang Wangfu?"
He put his hand and said: "Keep a close watch."
"Yes!"
At this time, Chen Rong did not know that her Kongming Lantern had been shot. She was still doing the Kongming Lantern, one after another.
The young prostitute walked behind her and whispered, "A girl, can be tired? Take a break."
Chen Rong looked up at her.
She was full of sympathy for the young prostitute. Chen Rong smiled. She lowered her head and said softly, "I am not tired." The voice was already hoarse.
She is really anxious, this is the second night.
Her performance on that day may only keep her tonight. Can it be tomorrow night? What about late?
At this time, the young prostitute said: "Girl, let us help you."
Chen Rong’s eyes are brighter and he’s bigger.
Good, good. Thank you.

The young niece shook her head. "The girl is polite." She looked at the older niece.
But on the face of the niece, there is a clear reluctance. The young prostitute will kneel down.
Seeing someone helper, Chen Rong shook his sore arm and sat down.
At this time, there was a very lingering voice in the sky. Accompanied by the voice, there are also the songs of the beautiful people. The young prostitute saw Chen Rong looking at the small building with bright lights in front of him. He couldn’t help but said: "I heard that this evening, Hedong Cui sent a beautiful woman. The prince is being blessed."
She stared at Chen Rong and saw her face pale and could not help but comfort: "If the beauty has the heart of the prince, maybe the prince will forget the girl." Her voice is a bit imaginary, and she still has nothing to say: The beauty that Wang Ye forgot, his subordinates will remember.