Shortly after the bid time, the sky was already yellow, and footsteps sounded from the tall watchtower beside Kaiyuan Street. Not long after, a young soldier in kapok armor came to the top of the watchtower. He first bent his waist and carefully checked the flying fire in the watchtower until he confirmed that the oil paper wrapping the black fire was intact and free from moisture.
Then he sat down, reached out and took the longbow which was leaning on the corner of the watchtower, and slowly wiped the bow body with a silk cloth soaked with grease, moving gently and slowly, like a woman who treated him.
By the time three superior bow horns were wiped, it was half past the prime time, and the sky had completely darkened. The cold wind began to blow with small snowflakes.
Yu Ban frowns slightly. He hates the wind, because it is the archer's natural enemy. No matter how big your arms are and how accurate your eyes are, as long as there is wind, the archer's enemy is no longer flesh and blood, but this ubiquitous, damned wind.
"Sting",
The red fireworks slightly lit up one corner of the dark watchtower. Yujin's right hand protected the fire fold, half leaned out of the watchtower, and lit the light furnace at the four corners of the watchtower. When the last light furnace was lit, all the lights of the whole Shenjing were reflected in Yujin's eyes. In the distant night sky, with the first sound of firecrackers, countless colorful bright fireworks burst in the dark.
It is now the 13th year of Chengping. Three days later, it will be the 193rd Shangyuan Festival of the Dazheng Dynasty.
Thirty years ago, the King of Yan took advantage of the death of his predecessor, the son of heaven was young, and he took advantage of the opportunity to garrison 3000 troops in Taiyuan Mansion, and captured the important town of Taiyuan without bloodshed. Since then, the gate of Shenjing has been opened. The King of Yan led 50000 elite soldiers to the north, and within half a month, six important cities were connected. At the beginning of February that year, the Zhuque Gate in the middle gate of Shenjing was broken by the elite fish and sparrow soldiers of the King of Yan, See the world's best royal tragedy of uncle killing nephew is about to happen.
In that year, Ningping was just a humble seed born by a palace maid, and had long been forgotten by the late emperor. Among the sixteen sons of the late emperor, he was the only one who was not enfeoffed to the vassal town, but was divided into government offices by the patriarch. It was not in Shenjing, but a county under Shenjing. The county name was Taiping. Ningping had been divided into government offices in Taiping County for five years since the start of the army by King Yan.
In that year, Zhou Ye, the lieutenant general of Jiupin City, Taiping County, had died of wounds for five years. His son Zhou Han followed his father's will and became a small city guard. If there was no Yanwang's uprising, perhaps he would be just a Jiupin City guard like his father all his life.
Until that day, the King of Yan Ning Shan River attacked the Shenjing and led 50000 people to enter the Zhuque Path in a long line to meet his glory, throne, women, wealth and power in the world.
In the most chaotic month in the world of Zheng, no one knew that Zhou Han, the lieutenant general of Taiping County, killed the county magistrate who had surrendered to the government. On the order of Ning Ping, the king of Ping, he secretly collected the tribes of the three counties. Zhou Han, with eight hundred soldiers and eight hundred city guards, had a total of sixteen. He was ambushed in the imperial city. Ning Ping, the king of Ping, and three thousand people pretended to surrender to the dragon and tiger cavalry and waited five miles away. Everything was ready for the death of King Yan.
No one knows how desperate the wait was that day.
On the Kaiyuan Bridge, countless lanterns reflect the bridge deck and water surface in various colors.
"Pa," a crisp whip hit the ground hard,
"Which old dog dares to stand in your grandpa's way, and doesn't look at his own inferiority."
A young man in gorgeous clothes was riding proudly on a horse, with the whip in his hand constantly swinging. Behind him was a huge carriage pulled by five horses, occupying the whole bridge floor. Opposite him was a small black carriage pulled by a thin firewood. In front of the carriage sat a thin old man with gray hair. On his face, a red bloodstain was very dazzling.
Numerous pedestrians gathered around the bridge and talked about it. Some newcomers could not get to the front of the crowd. They wanted to know what was happening inside, so they asked people around,
"It's said that the carriage of some unknown family was blocked with the carriage of the prince of Huainan King in the Beiting State. The servant of the prince of Huainan King was shouting."
Someone took a cold breath and felt sad for the man who ran into the prince of Huainan.
Some people who heard the boy's dirty words had straight hair and blushed. It seemed that they were angry because the son of Beiting was so rampant in the capital of our dynasty.
Standing at the front of the crowd, one of the most lively street urchins looked at the boy with a whip and swore with envy.
The boy's saliva spattered, and the foul words became more and more unpleasant. Behind him, five tall horses stamped their feet impatiently. Inside the luxurious incense cart, five maids dressed elaborately. In the middle of them, a young son in a white python robe, with a little cinnabar mole on his eyebrows, was holding two bright pearls in his hands, There will be a dense atmosphere, and even more, the young prince's lips will be red and his teeth white, as if he were an exiled immortal.
The young prince gently opened the window cloth, just glanced at the black carriage casually, and then looked at the passers-by around the bridge with interest. He seemed to see the first-class things in the world, and his eyes were excited.
On the black carriage, Su Baihan's eyes were wide open, and his nose slowly became thick. He was old, but his blood was not cold. He looked around, and countless people wrapped the carriage. Some people laughed, and some people pointed out their hands to the black carriage, as if watching a monkey show. In front of him, the servant of the aristocratic family was spouting feces.
"Bang, bang, bang,"
The huge sound began to ring in his decayed body, which was the heartbeat of his youth. When was the last time he beat, I can't remember clearly, as if it was 30 years ago?
Su Baihan clearly knew that he was old and could not understand the Dazheng Modao. He also began to forget something. It was clear that he had just taken it, but suddenly he forgot it, especially in recent years.
However, some things are engraved in the bones, which he will bring into the coffin, even when he goes down to the Yellow Spring.
Now, these people are insulting the glory of his life!
Su Baihan slowly lowered his head, his thin arm slowly poked toward the dark stick under his buttocks, his breath began to grow, his qi began to become ethereal, and his muddy eyes began to become clear and blood red.
"The main humiliating minister died, the main humiliating minister died, the main humiliating minister died!!"
"Boom," like a huge sword spreading a heavy curtain, a heavy machine with murderous intent burst out from the withered old man.
The cocky boy suddenly stuck his shell, like a duck being held by its neck, and could not speak. He saw a pair of bloody eyes staring at him coldly, as if staring at a dead person.
The five horses from the top of the Beiting Green Cloud Zhui seemed to see their natural enemies, and their hooves turned up and whined.
The crowd that had been bubbling with excitement suddenly calmed down, and everyone just felt that there was a cool breath blowing through their necks. In the luxury car, the two first-class night pearls appeared a slight scratch for the first time, and the smiling young prince's face suddenly became gloomy.
"Han Bo, forget it."
A gentle word came out from behind the old man, just like a small stone hitting the calm water, splashing out a little ripple.
Su Baihan's body stiffened, and his right hand, which pointed towards the dark stick, slowly stopped. He kept silent and drove the carriage back. At some time, the crowd at the bridge silently gave way to the carriage.
The emaciated firewood horse sneezed twice, pulled the black carriage and stood quietly by the river, waiting for the luxury incense cart pulled by five horses to slowly pass by. The leading boy seemed unwilling to be intimidated just now, shouted a few harsh words, and then went away. But the whip in his hand did not dare to swing down.
Watching the building above the gate of Kaiyuan Street, fish are forbidden to look far away. Lights and dark nights are sprinkled on his dark face. His right thumb is slowly brushing the long bow. The most colorful place of the lights is the Donghuai River. Three days later, countless flower boats will bloom on the river. At that time, countless literati and poets will gather in the arms of beauties, talk loudly, point out the rivers and mountains, and ink and paper will fly, The river is full of ci fu.
And that long street like a fire dragon is the most famous Zhuque Avenue of the imperial dynasty. Three days later, the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the so-called Xiangche and BMW flew all over the road, just like this.
Now is the 13th year of Chengping. It is the golden age of Huanghuang and the time of fire. Dazheng has lived for thousands of years.
The cold wind in the watchtower seemed to be colder, and the flames in the four corners of the lamp stove flickered. But Yujin couldn't help thinking of the past thirty years ago, and his father told him countless stories.
At that time, Zhou Han, the current Duke of Ning State, brazenly killed the Yan King in the main hall of the Zhuque Palace. There was chaos in the Shenjing. Emperor Zheng Mingping rode three thousand dragon and tiger darts into the Shenjing. When the rebels were leaderless, he turned the tide and killed six senior generals of the Yan King's rebels. Since then, the Shenjing has been pacified.
On the watchtower, Yu Ban looks at the direction of the palace with a crazy face, hoping that he can honor his ancestors like his father in this life.
On the luxurious incense cart pulled by the five tall horses, the young prince's beautiful face was now full of anger. It was originally a gorgeous carpet inlaid with gold and silver. At this time, it was full of jade fragments. His face was ferocious, and he kept shouting curses. He hated that if it was in Beiting, this group of untouchables and the old slaves with short eyes would have been mutilated by him. But now, in the State of Zheng, He is like a dragon out of the sea. Although he has a lot of weather, he can't turn over any waves. Now he is even more like a dog with a tail in it. He can't move.
The young son who symbolizes the friendship between Beiting State and Dazheng for thousands of years will soon be the son-in-law.
It seemed that he was tired of scolding. The young man sat on the luxurious golden chair limply, and his blood swelled because of his depression, which made the cinnabar on his eyebrows even more bright red.
The five beautiful maids seemed like puppets, and they didn't seem to hear anything.
There is a kind of family secret art in Beiting. Using mercury as bait and silver needles as ears, the maid can't hear or speak.
A black carriage slowly arrived at the Kaiping Gate. The Fish Forbidden carefully checked the document, and there was nothing wrong, so he motioned to his men to release the gate.
However, the young emperor and the former empress were forced to commit suicide in the Fenghuo Palace by the king of Yan, and the country could not be without a monarch for a day. The young emperor had no children. Duke Zhou Han of the State of Ning risked his life for three times, and finally did not hesitate to harm himself. He only hoped that the Ming Emperor would rather ascend to the throne for the sake of the world's people. That year, the Emperor Ning Ping was forced to ascend the throne because of his helplessness on the Shangyuan Festival. The year was called Taiping.
In the black carriage, a slightly pale finger slowly ran across the text. In the dark carriage, no one had seen it, and the owner of the carriage showed a scornful laugh.
...........
"Han Bo, just send it here."
The young man in a washed white cotton padded gown said gently.
"Young master, I......, I am incompetent, and I should be so humiliated."
Su Baihan's old face was choked with emotion.
"Han Bo, you know, I don't care about this kind of thing." The young man shook his head. Suddenly, he hugged the skinny old man,
"Han Bo, don't blame me for not letting you do it. I want you to live a few more years and let my future son call you grandpa."
"Live well and give my future son a shit."
In the cold wind and the dark night sky, Su Baihan watched his son slowly move towards the distance, and finally he burst into tears.
"Madam, you have grown up, and Ah Su has kept his promise. I hope you are in heaven, and I wish you all the best..."
