Vol 2 Chapter 217: Beat the drum

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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 took a breath, sparks rose up, and a cluster of flames burned quietly.
Huozhezi emitted 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 stretched her free hand to her waist, where a short blade was pinned.
The short blade slowly came out of its sheath without making any sound. The fire-colored halo illuminates 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 material, and it has been 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 increase 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 each 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, knocking and beating her incomparably promoted, highly vigilant.
After a quarter of an hour, the Huo Zhe was burned out, and she blew another Huo Zhe again.
"Pingyuan Bofu is an imperial mansion. The imperial family has strict specifications for building a mansion. It 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 earth escape transmission. .
"Li Miaozhen said that it is difficult to practice the method of earth escape. 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. It needs special techniques to activate. .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 of 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 knows nothing about other things. It is impossible to think of too many things based on a secret path alone. Moreover, it is normal to build a secret path in a noble mansion. But in... his In the 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 temporarily. 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 it for ten minutes, branding all the details accurately in her mind.
Then, holding the Huozhezi, she quickly left the secret room.
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June 18th, the 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 of people, Wei Yuan was at the forefront. He was still dressed in blue, with white sideburns, and 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 has finally led the army again..."
The old man clutched his son's hand tightly, mixed with joy and sorrow: "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. The temples were white. At that time, I remembered that it was His Majesty who stood at the head of the city and personally 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 the Qingyi Confucian who was unable to get ahead of the Zhenbei King who was suppressed.
Especially the old people who had joined the army once again saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the soldiers, or they were in tears, or 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 Shanhaiguan battle? 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 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 at his waist and hips, staring blankly, like a dream.
"Master Hundred Households, you also fought the Shanhaiguan battle back then, Wei Gong, really such a 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, it is difficult to understand 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, your 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 regretted.
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. It was so beautiful.
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. Yue eBook
On the top of the city, the civilian officials headed by Wang Zhenwen, the generals 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. 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, beating 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 on the spot, one is the Prince of the East Palace, and the other is the fourth prince from the queen.
Next to the prince, Lin'an, wearing a fiery red palace costume, pursed his lips, imagining the scene, and felt a little silly for a while:
"My father must have been heroic in those days."
I really want to watch the scene of my father beating the drum to see off again.
Huaiqing also showed a little expectation. 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 in 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 city to 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 there would be a certain amount of arrogance in doing so, but this kind of thing is 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, the four princes are quite outstanding among the princes, he is a seventh-rank martial artist.
Huai Qing 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, it is inappropriate for your majesty to do this. 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, 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, and then the drums were as dense as 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.
"Xu Yinluo is beating 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 the back of Xu Qi'an, she smiled brightly and innocently.
The corners of Huaiqing's mouth were slightly raised.
Jiang Luzhong narrowed his eyes, looking at the young and tall figure on the wall, listening to 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!
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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.
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