Chapter 448
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The "female thief" in the night clothes looked on for a while, lowered her head and bent her waist, and got into the dark cave.
"Hoo
In the dark, she breathed a breath, the sparks rose, a cluster of flames quietly burning.
The orifices radiate orange halo, dispelling the darkness around. She holds the orifices and looks at the wall of the cave. The marks of manual excavation are very obvious.
The woman in black poked her free hand to her waist, where a short blade was pinned.
The short blade came out of its sheath slowly without making any sound. The halo of fire lit up the blade, showing a pitch black, devouring the light.
This weapon is called Moya. It's mainly made of black iron and the fangs of the ink scale beast. It's refined for a month. It's one of the most proud works of Song Qing...
In addition, Yang Qianhuan, the great master of the array, personally recorded the array for Moya, making it one of the top weapons of the world.
Moya has a triple array. The first is to strengthen the blade to make it sharper and cut iron like mud. The second is to strengthen the blade to enhance its toughness. Even if you are a four grade warrior, you can't easily damage it. The third is to move quickly in a short distance. It's very suitable for melee attack.
The woman in black held the folding fold in one hand and held the ink teeth in the other hand, walking slowly.
Along the way, she did not encounter ambush. The corridor of the underground cave was not long, and it did not take long to reach the end. At the end was a stone chamber.
The furnishings of this stone room are very simple. In the center, there is a stone plate similar to a millstone, about two feet in diameter. The stone plate is full of twisted runes. The stone walls are inlaid with oil bowls.
There is nothing else.
The woman in black carefully examined for a moment, and then walked around the wall, checking every oil bowl. There was dust in the bowl, and the wick dried up. For a long time, no one had added oil to them.
Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, there is no mechanism. Knocking on the wall, there was a heavy echo, which proved that there was no coincidence or mechanism in the wall.
After a round of inspection, the woman in black is close to the stone plate. She is extremely alert.
A quarter of an hour later, the origami burned out, and she blew out another one.
"The Pingyuan mansion is a royal mansion. The royal family has strict specifications for building the mansion, so it must be the best place to choose Fengshui. In the capital, what location is better than the location of dragon vein? So this provides the possibility of the transmission of the earth.
"Li Miaozhen said that it's difficult to practice tudun. There's no possibility that pingyuanbo and huaiwang spies can control this kind of secret method. Therefore, this stone plate is a tudun teleportation array, which needs special techniques to start. After starting, it will be sent to the corresponding place. Where would that be, somewhere in the palace?
"Hengyuan was so angry that he broke into the mansion. Pingyuan must have thought about escaping into this tunnel and escaping through transmission. But he didn't succeed, or he might be killed by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret road......
"but Hengyuan doesn't know anything about other things. It's impossible to associate too many things with one secret road. Moreover, it's normal for aristocrats to build secret roads. But in his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.
"So far, my conjecture has been verified without any mistakes. I don't know whether Xu Qi'an didn't think of it or ignored it temporarily. I always feel that he knows more. For example, why does your majesty collect a batch of people regularly, and what does he do with those innocent people? "
The woman in black was lost in thought.
After a long time, she sighed, converged her mind, carefully staring at the stone plate, memorized for ten minutes, and imprinted all the details in her mind accurately.
Then, holding the fire fold, she left the secret room quickly.
...
June 18, the beginning of autumn!
After the three sacrifices, it finally ushered in the day of the army's March.
In the early morning of this day, Wei Yuan led a group of generals on horseback, starting from the main road of the Imperial City, to the army camp outside the capital.
"Swaggering" is an essential process. It has always been a national event to win the title and go to war. It must be swaggered and advertised.
Among the hundreds of people, Wei Yuan is at the front. He is still dressed in green, white and elegant.
Just like in those days.
Both sides of the main road are full of people. After so long publicity and warm-up, people have accepted the war and silently watched the team travel.
In the crowd, an old man with gray hair was staring at the blue dress. Suddenly, he burst into tears.
"Dad, why are you crying?"
Beside the old man, the young man asked blankly.
"Duke Wei, Duke Wei has finally led the army again..."
the old man tightly grasped his son's hand, mixed with sadness and joy: "when Dad joined the army, he went to Shanhaiguan with Duke Wei and came back with him. Twenty one years later, the Duke of Wei is still the same as he was, but his temples are gray. At that time, I remember that his Majesty was standing at the head of the city, personally beating the drum to see Duke Wei off. "Your majesty beat the drum... The young son opened his eyes and didn't believe it.
Many old people, seeing the scene of the leader of the Qingyi Confucian, think of the Shanhaiguan battle one after another.
Think of Dafeng and a military God, think of this year's pressure of the king of the north of the town can not stand out of the Qing Yi Confucian.
Especially the old man who once joined the army, when he saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the army again, he was either in tears, or very excited, or mixed with sadness and joy.
"Duke Wei, it's Duke Wei......"
"twenty years, twenty years, I finally see Duke Wei leading the army again."
"For so many years, I almost forget the scene of Wei Gong leading thousands of troops to the West. Why did you hide in the court after the battle of Shanhaiguan? Do you know how sad the brothers were at that time..."
it's hard for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation and how brilliant they were in the past.
On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who is in charge of maintaining public order, has a long knife at his waist and crotch, staring at him like a dream.
"Mr. Baihu, you also fought the mountain customs campaign in those years. Mr. Wei, are you really so divine?"
A young imperial guard asked in a low voice.
"For the people of our generation, Wei Gong is here, and the morale of the army is there. He's the kind of person that people are willing to die for. " Xu Pingzhi sighed:
"it's hard for young people of your generation to understand us back then. But sooner or later, you will experience it. Well, when we're done with witchcraft. "
"I heard that during the battle of Shanhaiguan, your majesty beat drums in person at the head of the city?" Another imperial sword guard asked.
"The Shanhaiguan campaign is about the survival of the country. Naturally, it is different. This time, I can't see it. " Xu Pingzhi lamented.
After hearing Jiang Qingyuan's discussion, he thought of the old man who followed Wei Qingyuan.
During the battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng put all the troops of the country into the war. How beautiful it was to see him off by beating drums at the head of the city.
If only your majesty could beat the drum again!
Those old people in those years thought from the bottom of their hearts.
However, his Majesty was not the Ming emperor of that year. At that time, Yuanjing emperor was wise and powerful, diligent in government affairs, and swept away the heavy burden of the former Emperor.
Now your majesty, he has been indulging in Taoism for many years.
Things have changed and people have changed.
At the head of the city, the civil servants headed by Wang Zhenwen, the military generals headed by several dukes, and the clansmen headed by the prince lined up at the head of the city, silently watching the slowly coming procession at the end of the spacious main road below.
"Back then, when Wei Yuan went to battle, his majesty went to the top of the city and beat the drum to see him off. It makes the whole capital unite as one. " Wang Zhenwen said with emotion.
The old ministers who have gone through the customs campaign are in a trance.
"I said why no one in the city beat the drum. It turns out that no one is qualified any more." The Minister of war suddenly said.
Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official, and he worked in other places.
Hearing this, the prince, the fourth Prince and others have a slight heat in their eyes. If they imitate their father's years and beat the drum to see them off, they will be in the limelight.
However, most clansmen just think about it casually and dare not really do it.
There were only two people who could do it at the scene. One was the prince of the East Palace, and the other was the fourth Prince of the empress.
Beside the prince, Lin'an, dressed in Red Palace clothes, pursed his lips and imagined the picture. For a moment, he was a little crazy:
"in those days, my father must have been incomparable."
I really want to see my father beating the drum to see him off again.
Huaiqing is also showing some expectations, what is the attention, brilliant?
The number one scholar who won the title of "the golden list" was one who traveled on horseback and made famous works at the poetry meeting. At that time, Wei Yuan was one. In those days, his father and Emperor wore a dragon robe to the top of the city and beat drums for all armies.
The prince and the fourth Prince have some ideas.
"Since my father is not coming, my palace will beat the drum in person. How can no one beat the drum?" The crown prince said.
He knew that there would be some transgression in doing so, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the etiquette system after all. Even if his father knew it, he would not be happy at most. And he can earn a huge reputation.
After weighing, the prince was eager to try.
The fourth Prince frowned and was about to refute. He listened to Huaiqing's voice and said, "fourth brother, you are not qualified enough."
The fourth prince was angry and said, "who is qualified?"
In a word, the fourth Prince is quite outstanding among all the princes. He is a seven grade warrior.
Huaiqing shook his head and did not answer.
"Your Royal Highness!"
Wang Zhenwen stopped the prince and blocked his way to Dagu. Wen said:
"as far as identity is concerned, it's inappropriate for you to do so, which will upset your majesty. In terms of fame, you're a little short of qualifications. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, you still lack some qualifications. "
The prince frowned: "who is qualified according to Shoufu?"Wang Zhenwen glanced over his shoulder, looked at the steps and laughed: "the qualified people are coming."
All of them suddenly turned back and saw a young man. As far as the long sword was concerned, he walked very slowly. The guards on both sides trembled and tried to draw the sword, but they couldn't pull it out.
In the beautiful eyes of Huaiqing and Lin'an, there is a flash of light.
"Xu Qian!"
Xun GUI Li, someone gnashed his teeth.
Xu Qi'an just nodded to Wang Zhenwen and went straight to Dagu.
The fourth Prince's eyes moved and kept silent.
The prince stares at him with sharp eyes, crosses in front of him and blocks the way.
"Brother Prince, get out of the way." Lin an elbowed him out.
In terms of identity, he doesn't have to worry about his father. In terms of reputation, the people in the capital cheered and praised him. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, he is too qualified... The prince snorted and walked to one side.
Xu Qian drew out his drumstick and beat the drum hard.
...
"Dong!"
"Dong Dong!"
"Dong Dong Dong......"
the drums came from the city, first a dull sound, followed by two, and then the drums were dense like rain, one sound echoed in the sky.
Everyone, including Wei Yuan, looked up or sideways at the wall.
On the wall, someone beat the drum!
"Look, it's Xu Yinluo!"
In the crowd, there were shouts of surprise.
"It's Xu Yingong playing the drum."
"Xu Yinluo is beating drums to see off the army."
All of a sudden, the mood of the people was high, shouting and enthusiastic.
Lin'an sometimes looks at the low common people, sometimes looks at Xu Qi'an's back, her smile is brilliant and pure.
Huaiqing's mouth is slightly upturned.
Jiang Luzhong and others narrowed their eyes, looked at the tall and straight young figures on the wall, and listened to the excited cheers of the common people.
At that time, the Dragon Robe was beating drums at the head of the city, and the people in the city cheered.
Twenty years later, the drummers changed, and the people cheered as before.
They were silent for a moment, and suddenly a smile came from their heart.
Wei Yuan raised his head and gazed at the young people at the head of the city. There was a glimmer of comfort in his eyes full of vicissitudes.
Twenty years ago, there was Wei Yuan. Twenty years later, there was Xu Qi'an.
Good!
PS: I will tell you the story of Wei Yuan and the queen later. Don't worry. Be patient. The plot of a book advances slowly. When you get to the right place, you can write the right plot. It's impossible to throw everything out at once.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
The "female thief" in the night clothes looked on for a while, lowered her head and bent her waist, and got into the dark cave.
"Hoo
In the dark, she breathed a breath, the sparks rose, a cluster of flames quietly burning.
The orifices radiate orange halo, dispelling the darkness around. She holds the orifices and looks at the wall of the cave. The marks of manual excavation are very obvious.
The woman in black poked her free hand to her waist, where a short blade was pinned.
The short blade came out of its sheath slowly without making any sound. The halo of fire lit up the blade, showing a pitch black, devouring the light.
This weapon is called Moya. It's mainly made of black iron and the fangs of the ink scale beast. It's refined for a month. It's one of the most proud works of Song Qing...
In addition, Yang Qianhuan, the great master of the array, personally recorded the array for Moya, making it one of the top weapons of the world.
Moya has a triple array. The first is to strengthen the blade to make it sharper and cut iron like mud. The second is to strengthen the blade to enhance its toughness. Even if you are a four grade warrior, you can't easily damage it. The third is to move quickly in a short distance. It's very suitable for melee attack.
The woman in black held the folding fold in one hand and held the ink teeth in the other hand, walking slowly.
Along the way, she did not encounter ambush. The corridor of the underground cave was not long, and it did not take long to reach the end. At the end was a stone chamber.
The furnishings of this stone room are very simple. In the center, there is a stone plate similar to a millstone, about two feet in diameter. The stone plate is full of twisted runes. The stone walls are inlaid with oil bowls.
There is nothing else.
The woman in black carefully examined for a moment, and then walked around the wall, checking every oil bowl. There was dust in the bowl, and the wick dried up. For a long time, no one had added oil to them.
Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, there is no mechanism. Knocking on the wall, there was a heavy echo, which proved that there was no coincidence or mechanism in the wall.
After a round of inspection, the woman in black is close to the stone plate. She is extremely alert.
A quarter of an hour later, the origami burned out, and she blew out another one.
"The Pingyuan mansion is a royal mansion. The royal family has strict specifications for building the mansion, so it must be the best place to choose Fengshui. In the capital, what location is better than the location of dragon vein? So this provides the possibility of the transmission of the earth.
"Li Miaozhen said that it's difficult to practice tudun. There's no possibility that pingyuanbo and huaiwang spies can control this kind of secret method. Therefore, this stone plate is a tudun teleportation array, which needs special techniques to start. After starting, it will be sent to the corresponding place. Where would that be, somewhere in the palace?
"Hengyuan was so angry that he broke into the mansion. Pingyuan must have thought about escaping into this tunnel and escaping through transmission. But he didn't succeed, or he might be killed by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret road......
"but Hengyuan doesn't know anything about other things. It's impossible to associate too many things with one secret road. Moreover, it's normal for aristocrats to build secret roads. But in his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die.
"So far, my conjecture has been verified without any mistakes. I don't know whether Xu Qi'an didn't think of it or ignored it temporarily. I always feel that he knows more. For example, why does your majesty collect a batch of people regularly, and what does he do with those innocent people? "
The woman in black was lost in thought.
After a long time, she sighed, converged her mind, carefully staring at the stone plate, memorized for ten minutes, and imprinted all the details in her mind accurately.
Then, holding the fire fold, she left the secret room quickly.
...
June 18, the beginning of autumn!
After the three sacrifices, it finally ushered in the day of the army's March.
In the early morning of this day, Wei Yuan led a group of generals on horseback, starting from the main road of the Imperial City, to the army camp outside the capital.
"Swaggering" is an essential process. It has always been a national event to win the title and go to war. It must be swaggered and advertised.
Among the hundreds of people, Wei Yuan is at the front. He is still dressed in green, white and elegant.
Just like in those days.
Both sides of the main road are full of people. After so long publicity and warm-up, people have accepted the war and silently watched the team travel.
In the crowd, an old man with gray hair was staring at the blue dress. Suddenly, he burst into tears.
"Dad, why are you crying?"
Beside the old man, the young man asked blankly.
"Duke Wei, Duke Wei has finally led the army again..."
the old man tightly grasped his son's hand, mixed with sadness and joy: "when Dad joined the army, he went to Shanhaiguan with Duke Wei and came back with him. Twenty one years later, the Duke of Wei is still the same as he was, but his temples are gray. At that time, I remember that his Majesty was standing at the head of the city, personally beating the drum to see Duke Wei off. "Your majesty beat the drum... The young son opened his eyes and didn't believe it.
Many old people, seeing the scene of the leader of the Qingyi Confucian, think of the Shanhaiguan battle one after another.
Think of Dafeng and a military God, think of this year's pressure of the king of the north of the town can not stand out of the Qing Yi Confucian.
Especially the old man who once joined the army, when he saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the army again, he was either in tears, or very excited, or mixed with sadness and joy.
"Duke Wei, it's Duke Wei......"
"twenty years, twenty years, I finally see Duke Wei leading the army again."
"For so many years, I almost forget the scene of Wei Gong leading thousands of troops to the West. Why did you hide in the court after the battle of Shanhaiguan? Do you know how sad the brothers were at that time..."
it's hard for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation and how brilliant they were in the past.
On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who is in charge of maintaining public order, has a long knife at his waist and crotch, staring at him like a dream.
"Mr. Baihu, you also fought the mountain customs campaign in those years. Mr. Wei, are you really so divine?"
A young imperial guard asked in a low voice.
"For the people of our generation, Wei Gong is here, and the morale of the army is there. He's the kind of person that people are willing to die for. " Xu Pingzhi sighed:
"it's hard for young people of your generation to understand us back then. But sooner or later, you will experience it. Well, when we're done with witchcraft. "
"I heard that during the battle of Shanhaiguan, your majesty beat drums in person at the head of the city?" Another imperial sword guard asked.
"The Shanhaiguan campaign is about the survival of the country. Naturally, it is different. This time, I can't see it. " Xu Pingzhi lamented.
After hearing Jiang Qingyuan's discussion, he thought of the old man who followed Wei Qingyuan.
During the battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng put all the troops of the country into the war. How beautiful it was to see him off by beating drums at the head of the city.
If only your majesty could beat the drum again!
Those old people in those years thought from the bottom of their hearts.
However, his Majesty was not the Ming emperor of that year. At that time, Yuanjing emperor was wise and powerful, diligent in government affairs, and swept away the heavy burden of the former Emperor.
Now your majesty, he has been indulging in Taoism for many years.
Things have changed and people have changed.
At the head of the city, the civil servants headed by Wang Zhenwen, the military generals headed by several dukes, and the clansmen headed by the prince lined up at the head of the city, silently watching the slowly coming procession at the end of the spacious main road below.
"Back then, when Wei Yuan went to battle, his majesty went to the top of the city and beat the drum to see him off. It makes the whole capital unite as one. " Wang Zhenwen said with emotion.
The old ministers who have gone through the customs campaign are in a trance.
"I said why no one in the city beat the drum. It turns out that no one is qualified any more." The Minister of war suddenly said.
Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official, and he worked in other places.
Hearing this, the prince, the fourth Prince and others have a slight heat in their eyes. If they imitate their father's years and beat the drum to see them off, they will be in the limelight.
However, most clansmen just think about it casually and dare not really do it.
There were only two people who could do it at the scene. One was the prince of the East Palace, and the other was the fourth Prince of the empress.
Beside the prince, Lin'an, dressed in Red Palace clothes, pursed his lips and imagined the picture. For a moment, he was a little crazy:
"in those days, my father must have been incomparable."
I really want to see my father beating the drum to see him off again.
Huaiqing is also showing some expectations, what is the attention, brilliant?
The number one scholar who won the title of "the golden list" was one who traveled on horseback and made famous works at the poetry meeting. At that time, Wei Yuan was one. In those days, his father and Emperor wore a dragon robe to the top of the city and beat drums for all armies.
The prince and the fourth Prince have some ideas.
"Since my father is not coming, my palace will beat the drum in person. How can no one beat the drum?" The crown prince said.
He knew that there would be some transgression in doing so, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the etiquette system after all. Even if his father knew it, he would not be happy at most. And he can earn a huge reputation.
After weighing, the prince was eager to try.
The fourth Prince frowned and was about to refute. He listened to Huaiqing's voice and said, "fourth brother, you are not qualified enough."
The fourth prince was angry and said, "who is qualified?"
In a word, the fourth Prince is quite outstanding among all the princes. He is a seven grade warrior.
Huaiqing shook his head and did not answer.
"Your Royal Highness!"
Wang Zhenwen stopped the prince and blocked his way to Dagu. Wen said:
"as far as identity is concerned, it's inappropriate for you to do so, which will upset your majesty. In terms of fame, you're a little short of qualifications. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, you still lack some qualifications. "
The prince frowned: "who is qualified according to Shoufu?"Wang Zhenwen glanced over his shoulder, looked at the steps and laughed: "the qualified people are coming."
All of them suddenly turned back and saw a young man. As far as the long sword was concerned, he walked very slowly. The guards on both sides trembled and tried to draw the sword, but they couldn't pull it out.
In the beautiful eyes of Huaiqing and Lin'an, there is a flash of light.
"Xu Qian!"
Xun GUI Li, someone gnashed his teeth.
Xu Qi'an just nodded to Wang Zhenwen and went straight to Dagu.
The fourth Prince's eyes moved and kept silent.
The prince stares at him with sharp eyes, crosses in front of him and blocks the way.
"Brother Prince, get out of the way." Lin an elbowed him out.
In terms of identity, he doesn't have to worry about his father. In terms of reputation, the people in the capital cheered and praised him. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, he is too qualified... The prince snorted and walked to one side.
Xu Qian drew out his drumstick and beat the drum hard.
...
"Dong!"
"Dong Dong!"
"Dong Dong Dong......"
the drums came from the city, first a dull sound, followed by two, and then the drums were dense like rain, one sound echoed in the sky.
Everyone, including Wei Yuan, looked up or sideways at the wall.
On the wall, someone beat the drum!
"Look, it's Xu Yinluo!"
In the crowd, there were shouts of surprise.
"It's Xu Yingong playing the drum."
"Xu Yinluo is beating drums to see off the army."
All of a sudden, the mood of the people was high, shouting and enthusiastic.
Lin'an sometimes looks at the low common people, sometimes looks at Xu Qi'an's back, her smile is brilliant and pure.
Huaiqing's mouth is slightly upturned.
Jiang Luzhong and others narrowed their eyes, looked at the tall and straight young figures on the wall, and listened to the excited cheers of the common people.
At that time, the Dragon Robe was beating drums at the head of the city, and the people in the city cheered.
Twenty years later, the drummers changed, and the people cheered as before.
They were silent for a moment, and suddenly a smile came from their heart.
Wei Yuan raised his head and gazed at the young people at the head of the city. There was a glimmer of comfort in his eyes full of vicissitudes.
Twenty years ago, there was Wei Yuan. Twenty years later, there was Xu Qi'an.
Good!
PS: I will tell you the story of Wei Yuan and the queen later. Don't worry. Be patient. The plot of a book advances slowly. When you get to the right place, you can write the right plot. It's impossible to throw everything out at once.
The "female thief" in the night clothes looked on for a while, lowered her head and bent her waist, and got into the dark cave. "Hoo In the dark, she breathed a breath, the sparks rose, a cluster of flames quietly burning. The orifices radiate orange halo, dispelling the darkness around. She holds the orifices and looks at the wall of the cave. The marks of manual excavation are very obvious. The woman in black poked her free hand to her waist, where a short blade was pinned. The short blade came out of its sheath slowly without making any sound. The halo of fire lit up the blade, showing a pitch black, devouring the light. This weapon is called Moya. It's mainly made of black iron and the fangs of the ink scale beast. It's refined for a month. It's one of the most proud works of Song Qing... In addition, Yang Qianhuan, the great master of the array, personally recorded the array for Moya, making it one of the top weapons of the world. Moya has a triple array. The first is to strengthen the blade to make it sharper and cut iron like mud. The second is to strengthen the blade to enhance its toughness. Even if you are a four grade warrior, you can't easily damage it. The third is to move quickly in a short distance. It's very suitable for melee attack. The woman in black held the folding fold in one hand and held the ink teeth in the other hand, walking slowly. Along the way, she did not encounter ambush. The corridor of the underground cave was not long, and it did not take long to reach the end. At the end was a stone chamber. The furnishings of this stone room are very simple. In the center, there is a stone plate similar to a millstone, about two feet in diameter. The stone plate is full of twisted runes. The stone walls are inlaid with oil bowls. There is nothing else. The woman in black carefully examined for a moment, and then walked around the wall, checking every oil bowl. There was dust in the bowl, and the wick dried up. For a long time, no one had added oil to them. Every oil bowl can be easily picked up, there is no mechanism. Knocking on the wall, there was a heavy echo, which proved that there was no coincidence or mechanism in the wall. After a round of inspection, the woman in black is close to the stone plate. She is extremely alert. A quarter of an hour later, the origami burned out, and she blew out another one. "The Pingyuan mansion is a royal mansion. The royal family has strict specifications for building the mansion, so it must be the best place to choose Fengshui. In the capital, what location is better than the location of dragon vein? So this provides the possibility of the transmission of the earth. "Li Miaozhen said that it's difficult to practice tudun. There's no possibility that pingyuanbo and huaiwang spies can control this kind of secret method. Therefore, this stone plate is a tudun teleportation array, which needs special techniques to start. After starting, it will be sent to the corresponding place. Where would that be, somewhere in the palace? "Hengyuan was so angry that he broke into the mansion. Pingyuan must have thought about escaping into this tunnel and escaping through transmission. But he didn't succeed, or he might be killed by Hengyuan as soon as he opened the secret road...... "but Hengyuan doesn't know anything about other things. It's impossible to associate too many things with one secret road. Moreover, it's normal for aristocrats to build secret roads. But in his eyes, this is a huge flaw, so Hengyuan must die. "So far, my conjecture has been verified without any mistakes. I don't know whether Xu Qi'an didn't think of it or ignored it temporarily. I always feel that he knows more. For example, why does your majesty collect a batch of people regularly, and what does he do with those innocent people? " The woman in black was lost in thought. After a long time, she sighed, converged her mind, carefully staring at the stone plate, memorized for ten minutes, and imprinted all the details in her mind accurately. Then, holding the fire fold, she left the secret room quickly. ... June 18, the beginning of autumn! After the three sacrifices, it finally ushered in the day of the army's March. In the early morning of this day, Wei Yuan led a group of generals on horseback, starting from the main road of the Imperial City, to the army camp outside the capital. "Swaggering" is an essential process. It has always been a national event to win the title and go to war. It must be swaggered and advertised. Among the hundreds of people, Wei Yuan is at the front. He is still dressed in green, white and elegant. Just like in those days. Both sides of the main road are full of people. After so long publicity and warm-up, people have accepted the war and silently watched the team travel. In the crowd, an old man with gray hair was staring at the blue dress. Suddenly, he burst into tears. "Dad, why are you crying?" Beside the old man, the young man asked blankly. "Duke Wei, Duke Wei has finally led the army again..." the old man tightly grasped his son's hand, mixed with sadness and joy: "when Dad joined the army, he went to Shanhaiguan with Duke Wei and came back with him. Twenty one years later, the Duke of Wei is still the same as he was, but his temples are gray. At that time, I remember that his Majesty was standing at the head of the city, personally beating the drum to see Duke Wei off. "Your majesty beat the drum... The young son opened his eyes and didn't believe it. Many old people, seeing the scene of the leader of the Qingyi Confucian, think of the Shanhaiguan battle one after another. Think of Dafeng and a military God, think of this year's pressure of the king of the north of the town can not stand out of the Qing Yi Confucian. Especially the old man who once joined the army, when he saw the scene of Wei Qingyi leading the army again, he was either in tears, or very excited, or mixed with sadness and joy. "Duke Wei, it's Duke Wei......" "twenty years, twenty years, I finally see Duke Wei leading the army again." "For so many years, I almost forget the scene of Wei Gong leading thousands of troops to the West. Why did you hide in the court after the battle of Shanhaiguan? Do you know how sad the brothers were at that time..." it's hard for young people to understand the feelings of the older generation and how brilliant they were in the past. On the street, Xu Pingzhi, who is in charge of maintaining public order, has a long knife at his waist and crotch, staring at him like a dream. "Mr. Baihu, you also fought the mountain customs campaign in those years. Mr. Wei, are you really so divine?" A young imperial guard asked in a low voice. "For the people of our generation, Wei Gong is here, and the morale of the army is there. He's the kind of person that people are willing to die for. " Xu Pingzhi sighed: "it's hard for young people of your generation to understand us back then. But sooner or later, you will experience it. Well, when we're done with witchcraft. " "I heard that during the battle of Shanhaiguan, your majesty beat drums in person at the head of the city?" Another imperial sword guard asked. "The Shanhaiguan campaign is about the survival of the country. Naturally, it is different. This time, I can't see it. " Xu Pingzhi lamented. After hearing Jiang Qingyuan's discussion, he thought of the old man who followed Wei Qingyuan. During the battle of Shanhaiguan, Dafeng put all the troops of the country into the war. How beautiful it was to see him off by beating drums at the head of the city. If only your majesty could beat the drum again! Those old people in those years thought from the bottom of their hearts. However, his Majesty was not the Ming emperor of that year. At that time, Yuanjing emperor was wise and powerful, diligent in government affairs, and swept away the heavy burden of the former Emperor. Now your majesty, he has been indulging in Taoism for many years. Things have changed and people have changed. At the head of the city, the civil servants headed by Wang Zhenwen, the military generals headed by several dukes, and the clansmen headed by the prince lined up at the head of the city, silently watching the slowly coming procession at the end of the spacious main road below. "Back then, when Wei Yuan went to battle, his majesty went to the top of the city and beat the drum to see him off. It makes the whole capital unite as one. " Wang Zhenwen said with emotion. The old ministers who have gone through the customs campaign are in a trance. "I said why no one in the city beat the drum. It turns out that no one is qualified any more." The Minister of war suddenly said. Twenty years ago, he was not a Beijing official, and he worked in other places. Hearing this, the prince, the fourth Prince and others have a slight heat in their eyes. If they imitate their father's years and beat the drum to see them off, they will be in the limelight. However, most clansmen just think about it casually and dare not really do it. There were only two people who could do it at the scene. One was the prince of the East Palace, and the other was the fourth Prince of the empress. Beside the prince, Lin'an, dressed in Red Palace clothes, pursed his lips and imagined the picture. For a moment, he was a little crazy: "in those days, my father must have been incomparable." I really want to see my father beating the drum to see him off again. Huaiqing is also showing some expectations, what is the attention, brilliant? The number one scholar who won the title of "the golden list" was one who traveled on horseback and made famous works at the poetry meeting. At that time, Wei Yuan was one. In those days, his father and Emperor wore a dragon robe to the top of the city and beat drums for all armies. The prince and the fourth Prince have some ideas. "Since my father is not coming, my palace will beat the drum in person. How can no one beat the drum?" The crown prince said. He knew that there would be some transgression in doing so, but this kind of thing was not a taboo in the etiquette system after all. Even if his father knew it, he would not be happy at most. And he can earn a huge reputation. After weighing, the prince was eager to try. The fourth Prince frowned and was about to refute. He listened to Huaiqing's voice and said, "fourth brother, you are not qualified enough." The fourth prince was angry and said, "who is qualified?" In a word, the fourth Prince is quite outstanding among all the princes. He is a seven grade warrior. Huaiqing shook his head and did not answer. "Your Royal Highness!" Wang Zhenwen stopped the prince and blocked his way to Dagu. Wen said: "as far as identity is concerned, it's inappropriate for you to do so, which will upset your majesty. In terms of fame, you're a little short of qualifications. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, you still lack some qualifications. " The prince frowned: "who is qualified according to Shoufu?"Wang Zhenwen glanced over his shoulder, looked at the steps and laughed: "the qualified people are coming." All of them suddenly turned back and saw a young man. As far as the long sword was concerned, he walked very slowly. The guards on both sides trembled and tried to draw the sword, but they couldn't pull it out. In the beautiful eyes of Huaiqing and Lin'an, there is a flash of light. "Xu Qian!" Xun GUI Li, someone gnashed his teeth. Xu Qi'an just nodded to Wang Zhenwen and went straight to Dagu. The fourth Prince's eyes moved and kept silent. The prince stares at him with sharp eyes, crosses in front of him and blocks the way. "Brother Prince, get out of the way." Lin an elbowed him out. In terms of identity, he doesn't have to worry about his father. In terms of reputation, the people in the capital cheered and praised him. As far as Wei Yuan is concerned, he is too qualified... The prince snorted and walked to one side. Xu Qian drew out his drumstick and beat the drum hard. ... "Dong!" "Dong Dong!" "Dong Dong Dong......" the drums came from the city, first a dull sound, followed by two, and then the drums were dense like rain, one sound echoed in the sky. Everyone, including Wei Yuan, looked up or sideways at the wall. On the wall, someone beat the drum! "Look, it's Xu Yinluo!" In the crowd, there were shouts of surprise. "It's Xu Yingong playing the drum." "Xu Yinluo is beating drums to see off the army." All of a sudden, the mood of the people was high, shouting and enthusiastic. Lin'an sometimes looks at the low common people, sometimes looks at Xu Qi'an's back, her smile is brilliant and pure. Huaiqing's mouth is slightly upturned. Jiang Luzhong and others narrowed their eyes, looked at the tall and straight young figures on the wall, and listened to the excited cheers of the common people. At that time, the Dragon Robe was beating drums at the head of the city, and the people in the city cheered. Twenty years later, the drummers changed, and the people cheered as before. They were silent for a moment, and suddenly a smile came from their heart. Wei Yuan raised his head and gazed at the young people at the head of the city. There was a glimmer of comfort in his eyes full of vicissitudes. Twenty years ago, there was Wei Yuan. Twenty years later, there was Xu Qi'an. Good! PS: I will tell you the story of Wei Yuan and the queen later. Don't worry. Be patient. The plot of a book advances slowly. When you get to the right place, you can write the right plot. It's impossible to throw everything out at once.
