Vol 2 Chapter 117: Beat the drum

"Da Feng Da Geng Ren Novel Cool Notes ( to find the latest chapter!
The "female thief" in night clothes looked vigilantly for a while, lowered her head, bent her waist, and got into the dark hole.
"call!"
In the darkness, she breathed out softly, sparks rose, and a cluster of flames burned quietly.
Huozhezi emits an orange halo, dispelling the surrounding darkness. She held the Huozhezi and looked at the cave wall, the traces of artificial excavation were very obvious.
The woman in black reached her waist with her free hand, where a short blade was pinned.
The short blade slowly came out of its sheath without making any sound. The fire-colored halo illuminated the blade, showing a pitch black, swallowing light.
This weapon is called Moya. It is made of black iron and the fangs of the black scale beast as the main materials. It was refined for a month. It is one of the most proud works of Sitian Supervisor Song Qing. . .
In addition, the great formation mage Yang Qianhuan personally burned the formation for Moya, making it one of the top magic weapons under the peerless magic weapon.
The Moya has a triple formation. The first layer blesses the blade to make it sharper and cuts iron like mud; the second layer blesses the blade to enhance its toughness, even if it is a fourth-grade martial artist, it cannot be easily damaged; the third is a short distance Teleportation, coming and going without a trace, very suitable for close assault.
The black-clothed woman held the Huozhezi in one hand, held the ink teeth in the other, and walked slowly.
Along the way, she did not encounter an ambush, the tunnel of the cave was not long, and soon she came to the end, with a stone chamber at the end.
The furnishings in this stone room are very simple. In the center is a stone disk similar to a millstone, about two feet in diameter. The stone disk is densely packed with twisted runes engraved on it. Oil bowls are inlaid on the stone wall.
Other than that, there is nothing else.
The woman in black looked carefully at it for a while, and then walked around the wall, inspecting every oil bowl, there was dust in the bowl, the wick was dry, and no one added oil to them for a long time.
Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, there is no mechanism. He knocked on the wall and heard a thick echo, which proves that there is no coincidence and no mechanism in the wall.
After a round of inspection, the black-clothed woman approached the stone pan, and she was extremely vigilant, beating and beating her incomparably promoted.
After a quarter of an hour, the fire fold was burnt out, and she blew another fire fold.
"Pingyuan Bofu is an imperial mansion. The imperial family's strict specifications must be the best place to choose feng shui. In the capital, what location is better than the one located in the dragon vein? So this provides the possibility of soil escape. .
"Li Miaozhen said that it is difficult to practice the method of earth escape, and there is no possibility that Bo Ping Yuan and the secret agent of King Huai can control this secret method. Therefore, this stone disk is the earth escape technique transmission formation method, and it needs special techniques to activate it. .After activation, it will be teleported to the corresponding place. Where will that place be, somewhere in the palace?
"In the beginning, Hengyuan broke into the mansion in a rage. Uncle Ping Yuan must have thought about escaping into this tunnel and fleeing through teleportation. But he did not succeed. Perhaps he was killed by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret tunnel... ...
"But Hengyuan doesn’t know anything about other things. It’s impossible to think of too many things based on a secret passage alone, and it’s normal to build secret passages on aristocratic mansions. But in... his In my eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.
"So far, my speculation has been verified and there is no error. I don't know if Xu Qi'an didn't expect it or just ignored it. I always feel that he knows more. For example, why does your Majesty collect a batch of people regularly? What do you do with those innocent people?"
The woman in black was lost in thought.
After a long time, she sighed, condensed her thoughts, stared at the stone plate carefully, and memorized all the details accurately in her mind for ten minutes.
Then, holding the Huozhezi, she quickly left the secret room.
...........
June 18th, beginning of autumn!
After the three sacrifices, finally ushered in the day of the army's march.
Early that morning, Wei Yuan led a group of generals on horseback, starting from the main road of the imperial city, towards the army barracks outside the capital.
"Sweeping through the market" is an indispensable process. The title of the gold list and the expedition have always been national events. We must swagger through the market and publicize it.
Among the mighty team of hundreds, Wei Yuan was at the forefront. He was still dressed in blue, with white sideburns, elegant and handsome.
Same as before.
The people stood on both sides of the main road. After so long of propaganda and warm-up, the people had already accepted the war and silently watched the team go.
In the crowd, an old man with gray hair fixedly stared at the Tsing Yi, and suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.
"Father, what are you crying for?"
Next to the old man, the young man asked blankly.
"Wei Gong, Wei Gong finally led the army again..."
The old man clasped his son's hand tightly, mixed sorrow and joy: "When Dad joined the army, he was in Shanhaiguan with Wei Gong and came back with him. Twenty-one years later, Wei Gong is still the same as before, but The temples were white. At that time, I remembered that it was your Majesty who stood at the head of the city and beat the drums to see off Wei Gong."
Your Majesty beat the drum.........The young son's eyes widened and he looked unbelieving.
Many older people, seeing the scene of the Confucian leader in Tsing Yi, thought of the Shanhaiguan battle that year.
I thought of Dafeng and a military god, and thought of the Qingyi Confucian who was incapable of getting ahead of the Zhenbei King who was suppressed.
Especially the old people who have been in the army once again saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the soldiers, and they were in tears, excited, or mixed with joy and sorrow.
"Wei Gong, it's Wei Gong..."
"Twenty years, for twenty years, I finally saw Wei Gong leading soldiers again."
"For so many years, I have almost forgotten the scenery when Wei Gong led thousands of troops to march on the west. Wei Gong, why did you hide in the court after the battle of Shanhaiguan? You know how sad the brothers back then... .."
It is difficult for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation, and it is difficult for them to understand how brilliant the Tsing Yi was in the past.
On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who is responsible for maintaining public order, has a long knife around his waist and hips, staring blankly, like a dream.
"Master Hundred Households, you also fought in the Shanhaiguan battle back then, Wei Gong, really that god?"
A young Mitoe asked in a low voice.
"For people of our generation, Wei Gong is here and the military will be there. He is the kind of person who makes people willing to die for him." Xu Pingzhi sighed:
"Young people of your generation have a hard time understanding us back then. However, you will experience it sooner or later. Well, wait until the end of the Witch God Sect."
"I heard that during the Shanhaiguan battle, His Majesty personally beat the drums at the head of the city?" asked another guard.
"The Battle of Shanhaiguan is related to the survival of the country. It is naturally different. This time, I can't see it anymore." Xu Pingzhi said regretfully.
Behind Wei Yuan, Jiang Luzhong, who had followed Wei Qingyi's expedition, heard the discussion from the people on the street, and couldn't help but think of that year.
During the Battle of Shanhaiguan, the whole country was enlisted in the war, and the dragon robe stood at the head of the city to see off.
If your Majesty could beat the drums to send it off again, that would be great!
The old people back then thought from the bottom of their hearts.
It's just that your Majesty is not the Mingjun of the year. At that time, Emperor Yuanjing was a wise and martial artist who was diligent in government affairs and swept away the ills of the first emperor.
The current majesty has been obsessed with monasticism and has been inactive for many years.
Things have long been wrong. Heshun Novel
On the head of the city, the civilian officials headed by Wang Zhenwen, the military commanders headed by several dukes, and the clan headed by the prince were lined up at the head of the city, silently watching the slowly approaching team at the end of the spacious main road below.
"I think that when Wei Yuan went on the expedition back then, his Majesty personally boarded the top of the city and beat the drums to send each other off. That made all the people in the capital united." Wang Zhenwen said with emotion.
The veterans who had experienced the battle of Shanhaiguan were in a trance.
"I said why no one beats the drum at the top of the city, it turns out that no one is qualified anymore." Shang Shu of the Ministry of War suddenly said.
Twenty years ago, he was not an official in Beijing, and he worked in other places.
Hearing that, the prince, the four princes and others have slightly warm eyes. If they can imitate the father's back then and beat the drums to see off, it will be a big show.
However, most clan families just think about it casually and dare not really do it.
There are only two people who can do this at the scene, one is the prince of Donggong, and the other is the fourth prince of the queen.
Next to the prince, Lin'an, wearing a fiery red palace costume, pursed his lips, imagined the scene, and felt a little silly for a while:
"My father must have been heroic back then."
I really want to watch the scene of my father beating the drums to see off again.
Huaiqing also showed some expectations. What is the eye-catching and brilliant light?
The number one champion on horseback riding in the gold list is counted as one, and the masterpiece handed down at the poem meeting is counted as one. At this time, Wei Yuan is counted as one. Back then, the father wore a dragon robe to go to the top of the city and beat the drums for the Wanjun.
The prince and the fourth prince were a little moved.
"Since the father doesn't come, the palace will personally beat the drums, and the army will go out. How can no one beat the drums?" the prince said excitedly.
He knew that there would be a certain amount of arrogance in doing so, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the ritual system after all, even if the father knew it, it would be unhappy at best. And he can gain a huge reputation.
After weighing, the prince was a little eager to try.
The fourth prince frowned and was about to refute, so he heard Huaiqing's voice transmission: "Fourth brother, you are not qualified enough."
The four princes were angry and voice transmission: "Then who is eligible?"
Speaking of which, the four princes are quite outstanding among the princes, he is a seventh-rank martial artist.
Huaiqing shook his head without answering.
"His Royal Highness!"
Wang Zhenwen stopped for a while, blocking the Prince's way to Dagu, and said gently:
"As far as your status is concerned, if you do it inappropriately, it will make your majesty unhappy. As far as fame is concerned, you lack some qualifications. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, you still lack some qualifications."
The prince frowned: "Look at Master Yi Shou Fu, who is eligible?"
Wang Zhenwen glanced over his shoulder, looked at the steps, and laughed: "A qualified person is here."
Everyone turned their heads suddenly, and saw a young man, his waist and hip swords, he walked very slowly, the guards on both sides were trembling like a big enemy, trying hard to draw the sword, but couldn't pull it out.
Bright light flashed in the beautiful eyes of Huaiqing and Lin'an.
"Xu Qi'an!"
In Xungui, someone gritted his teeth.
Xu Qi'an ignored him, only nodded to Wang Zhenwen, and went straight to the drum.
The fourth prince moved his eyes slightly and remained silent.
The prince stared sharply at him, leaning in front of him, blocking his way.
"Prince brother, you quickly give way." Lin'an turned his elbow out and pushed him.
As far as identity is concerned, he doesn't have to worry about his father. In terms of prestige, the people of Beijing cheered and praised him. As far as Wei Yuan was concerned, he was too qualified.........The prince snorted and walked aside.
Xu Qi'an pulled out the drumsticks and beat the drums hard.
...........
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom..."
Drums came from the top of the city, first with a dull sound, followed by two sounds, and then the drums were dense like rain, echoing in the sky.
Including Wei Yuan, everyone raised their heads or looked sideways, looking at the city wall.
On the wall, someone beat the drum!
"Look, it's Xu Yinluo!"
From the crowd, there was a shout of surprise.
"It's Xu Yinluo playing the drums."
"Xu Yinluo is beating the drums to see off the army."
The people's mood suddenly rose, shouting loudly and enthusiastically.
Lin'an sometimes looked at the lowly people, and sometimes looked at Xu Qi'an's back, she smiled brilliantly and innocently.
The corners of Huaiqing's mouth were slightly raised.
Jiang Luzhong squinted his eyes and looked at the young and tall figure on the wall. Hearing the passionate cheers of the people, he was inexplicably dazed.
Back then, the dragon robe was beating the drums at the head of the city~EbookFREE.me~The people in the city cheered.
Twenty years passed quickly, the beating drums changed, and the people still cheered.
They were silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled from the heart.
Wei Yuan raised his head and stared at the young man at the top of the city, a trace of relief flashed in his vicissitudes of life.
There was Wei Yuan twenty years ago, and Xu Qi'an twenty years later.
well!
.........
PS: The story of Wei Yuan and the queen, I will definitely explain it later, don't worry, be patient. The plot of a book advances slowly, and when it comes to a suitable place, write a suitable plot. It is impossible to throw everything out at once.
In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click "Favorites" below to record the reading record of this time (Chapter 448 Knock the Drum), and you can see it next time you open the bookshelf!
Please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.) if you like "Da Feng Da Geng Ren", thank you for your support! ! ()