Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: The first day of Yunlong

The sound of crackling and crackling was clear and hilarious in the white fine snow, and laughter and applause also rang together. A raging fire was burning outside the magnificent mansion. The slaves threw bundles of thin bamboo into the flames. The bamboo joints exploded when they encountered the fire. This is what the folks of Tianqi City call "fried bamboo flowers". Upstairs over there, there are house slaves throwing all kinds of paper flowers along the wind, including imperial paper butterflies, paper sparrows, and paper roses, all of which are painted in gold and red. People who have seen the fried bamboo flowers swarmed to **** the paper flowers, and when they were uncovered, some of them had the words "30 baht for the Spring Festival" and "50 baht for the Spring Festival" inscribed inside.

Most of the onlookers applauded were the women of the aristocratic family. In the severe winter and the twelfth lunar month, the palace skirts were rich in brocade, and the cloaks of fox fur and mink fur openly exposed the chest piled up with frost and snow. There were some lascivious children from aristocratic families mingling in the crowd, and the slaves didn't stop them, they just laughed in secret.

The sound of exploding bamboo flowers, the movement of jostling and jostling, the coquettish exclamation and the whispered laughter just made this lively, and no one should turn their faces and curse on this day.

Hungry poor people are not allowed to approach the mansion. There are house slaves who have set up shop at the entrance of Minxiang on the East Street, and there are hot porridge and noodle cakes for relief. The long queue was a mile and a half away, and the hungry people who got the porridge and noodles would say "Thank you for your life, I dare not forget each other in the next life", and then immediately found a corner and blew porridge. Devour it. Occasionally someone yelled in pain, but then it turned into a voice of surprise. It was the gold baht inside when they gnawed on the bread.

With one gold baht, poor people can eat for two months, even if they lose their teeth because of it, they are still happy.

"It's snowing again." The man in white stood on the street and muttered to himself.

In the winter of Emperor Yinxi's ninth year, on December 7th, it was the birthday of Tai Fu Xie Qiwei, one of the three princes of the royal family.

For decades, the rare flying snow covered Tianqi City, the imperial capital. A minister wrote a letter saying that it was a once-in-a-century prosperity, so there was auspicious auspiciousness, but the doctors of Qin Tianjian were silent. The imperial capital is decorated with lanterns and festoons to welcome the spring, and the deserted market reveals a rare scene of prosperity.

The appearance of prosperity cannot conceal the fact that the royal family is in decline.

In the Yin Dynasty, there were vassal states and sixteen states. But what the emperor can really hold power is only a vast "King Domain" in the south of Zhongzhou. Tianqi City, the imperial capital, is located behind the natural barrier of Suohe Mountain, and is the heart of the power of the entire Dayin Empire. Both the princes and the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce pay tribute on time, and the circulation of private money and goods is difficult to estimate. It is a prosperous city comparable to the ten towns of Wanzhou.

But ever since a rebellious lion suddenly pierced its claws into this heart, the extremely prosperous Bai Dynasty was on the verge of collapse.

Liguo, a small southern barbarian country that was originally insignificant, has a lion roaring in the east. Li Hou Ying Wuyi was less famous for his bravery, rebellious and advocating martial arts, and he did not hesitate to blackmail the people to expand his army and prepare for war. In the sixth year of Emperor Xi, Ying Wuyi relied on his proud five thousand thunder cavalry to break through the Suohe Mountain barrier in one fell swoop, took control of the unsuspecting Tianqi City, and then gathered heavy troops on Suohe Mountain to defeat the King Qin coalition forces of fifteen countries.

From then on, Ying Wuyi bullied the princes with his overlord attitude, and in his eyes, the emperor was just a puppet who kept the imperial seal. When Ying Wuyi needs it, Emperor Xi only needs to seal the national seal in time.

Wang Yu itself does not gather troops, and it has been empty for a long time. Most of the royal ministers are civil servants who only know political power. That day when Ying Wuyi entered the palace with a sword, and did not kneel before His Excellency Taiqing, the ministers knew that the new overlord would never condescend to cooperate with them. So that night, Ying Wuyi's military camp was filled with famous stabs sent by the royal ministers, all of which expressed their allegiance to the new lord. But Ying Wuyi only sneered, and ordered the commander of the army to write down the name on the envelope, and then burned all these things.

Among the ministers who wrote the letter, there was Xie Qiwei, the prince of the royal family and the Grand Tutor.

Taifu Xie Qiwei was born in the army, and he is ignorant of martial arts and has excellent strategies. Followed the first emperor to fight and quelled the rebellion several times, which can be regarded as outstanding military exploits. However, as he got old, Xie Qiwei gradually lost his ambitions, and would only flatter and flatter horses in the officialdom, without any military character.

He participated in the court and deliberated in the Tianqiong Palace, but he never said anything that was "reasonable". It is said in the market that a small group of northern barbarians crossed the sea to harass the border. The ministers argued over who to send troops, and their faces were red when they argued, but Xie Qiwei just bowed his head and said "it is reasonable". Emperor Xi had a fierce personality and was dissatisfied with his mediocrity, so he got angry and went down to the palace himself to push him. Who knew that Xie Qiwei had no dodge and fell to the ground on the spot, unexpectedly dozed off all the time. Therefore, everyone in the court knew that Xie Qiwei was a "reasonable grand master". Emperor Xi was furious, but he did not dare to cut off Xie Qiwei's official position, because half of the important royal officials could be counted as Xie Qiwei's disciples.

Ying Wuyi wants to rely on Xie Qiwei's influence among the royal ministers, so he still respects him. Xie Qiwei also relied on the lion-like overlord of East China to become the number one among the royal ministers.

Xie Qiwei's fiftieth birthday, the Taifu's mansion was full of guests.

Boxes of presents were placed from the nave to the door, and the master of ceremonies held the gift list in his hand. One person couldn't finish the recitation, so two people were required to recite it at the same time. It took a whole day to recite it, and it was not known whether it was finished at the end. The aristocratic families who came to congratulate him were able to shake hands with Xie Qiwei, which was already regarded as a favor, and more people could only pay respects in the hall.

Li Gong Ying Wuyi also sent someone to send a pair of hatchets made of sterling silver. Xie Qiwei put the hatchets together with the box on the middle hall, just like offering rewards from the palace in the past, and the guests envied them Besides, he didn't dare to look too much, the short axes were just like Ying Wuyi himself, the gleaming cold light was a bit dazzling.

As night fell, the banquet outside had not yet been withdrawn, and the banquet in the back garden was held again. There were only forty or so guests left. Dozens of red palace lanterns were lit, and the "Xianfeng Nuan Pavilion" was bright.

The guests who can be seated at this time all have unique identities. Xie Qiwei deliberately did not set up tables and chairs, and arranged for the roasted sheep feast of the northern land barbarians. All the guests sat on their knees, and there was a low table in front of them. There was a roasted sheep with spirits in their hands, accompanied by toon and perilla bought from the extreme south. When they were drunk, they could lie down on the ground and sleep, without any barriers during the day. .

In the middle of the warm pavilion is Beilu Xuanwu, a song by Xie Qiwei's house. Bei Lu used to dance wildly, but the dancer in Xie Qiwei's house was very enchanting. She only wore a faint veil on her body, a few small pieces of leather were embedded in her chest, and a silver chain was hung. To, it is dizzying. At the end of the dance, there were thin beads of sweat all over her slender waist, her **** and buttocks were twisting, and she had a flirtatious taste of throwing herself into her arms.

The lowest person among the guests seemed a little disturbed. With a silver dagger in his hand, he chopped a piece of roasted lamb leg into pieces, but he had no appetite at all. She finally pushed the desk hard and wanted to stand up, but she finally endured it and sat back down.

Ye Yongrong, the staff officer of the "Habayashi Heavenly Army" shogunate, originally she was not qualified to sit and drink in this warm pavilion, but she wanted to leave now, but she couldn't help herself.

She is the guest appointed by Xie Qiwei himself.

The Yin Dynasty has been in existence for seven hundred years, and when the country was founded, it was divided by meritorious officials. There has always been a saying that there are seven great families. They are:

Emperor Bai's family emblem with fire roses;

Bai Lishi, with golden chrysanthemum as the family emblem;

The Ying family, with the Lei Lie flower as the family emblem;

Jiang's family emblem is the divine bird Gale;

Xi family, with lily as the family emblem;

Master Ye, the crescent moon is the family crest;

The Ji family uses a black winged tiger as its family crest.

However, the Ji family has declined, and the last descendants of the Ji family were impeached by the ministers who supported Emperor Xi because they were involved in the chaos of seizing the heir when Emperor Xi ascended the throne. Noble title, from now on, the descendants of the surname Ji are not allowed to enter the imperial capital for life.

Of the remaining six surnames, four are the surnames of emperors and princes. Although the Jiang family in Wanzhou is not a vassal, but they are in command of the Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce as a giant merchant. Only the Ye family in Yunzhong is not a powerful family. The Ye family is famous for its military and martial arts. It has produced many generals in the past dynasties, and it is a family with "the blood of famous generals".

Xie Qiwei was born in a low-class noble family, but his birthday had to be congratulated by people from the six major families other than the Ji family. And Ye Yongrong is the daughter of the Ye family in Yunzhong, and also the last soldier of the Ye family.

Since her father was seriously ill and paralyzed, there were no more men in the family who could go to war. In the family of more than ten generations of famous generals, all the men spilled their blood on the battlefield. His father put the sword left by Ye's ancestors in Ye Yongrong's palm with his own hands, and Ye Yongrong couldn't flinch from the eager hope outside the words. For Ye's prestige, she joined the shogunate of the Imperial Guard at the age of sixteen, hoping to continue Ye's glory.

However, Ye Yongrong also clearly knows that what she longs for is not the career of gold and iron horses. She was eighteen years old when she met her fateful opponent. Looking at the moon, his cheeks were blushing.

The dancers' dancing posture became more and more lively, and they were soft and boneless sticking to the sides of several distinguished guests. Xie Qiwei just sat behind the silver curtain and raised his glass courteously, urging the emperor's younger brother, King Jian, to drink frequently. The guests below were gradually mixed with men and women, their eyes were hazy with drunkenness, a few lewd young masters gathered beside the dancer and pinched her round and jade feet, Xie Qi peeked slightly, and his smile became stronger and stronger.

The annoyance in Ye Yongrong's heart gradually turned into anger. She raised her eyebrows, but suddenly she felt the sound of the piano in her ear. In such a scene, the sound of the qin was still not chaotic, and it was as clear as a glacier thawing. Although the sound of the other silk and bamboo orchestras rose and fell, someone insisted on using a paulownia qin to suppress the scene, making the musicians dare not make mistakes.

Ye Yongrong raised his head and saw the woman playing the piano sitting among the musicians. The luthier's slightly gloomy eyes were also looking at this side, and the two looked away, Ye Yongrong slightly bowed, and saluted from a distance. There was a hint of a smile on the luthier's pale face, but the pebbles thrown into the pond water caused a series of ripples, and then calmed down.

This is the first time Ye Yongrong met Qin Zhongfeng Linwan, and she had only vaguely heard of this name before.

"There are green lotuses in front of you like water, and hibiscus in the back like face. Who is the eldest son with blue eyes?"

"Master Xi's art of appreciating flowers and jades is so famous, why are you asking me instead?"

"Whoever wins green lotus admires the intoxication of lotus, and whoever wins lotus thinks of the elegance of green lotus, and each is good at winning. The more you are a flower admirer, the harder it is to give up."

"Then, is it okay to fold a branch each and taste it together?"

"It's not in vain that I and the eldest son share the same interests."

When Ye Yongrong and Feng Linwan looked at each other from a distance, they did not expect such whispers not far away. The two sons of the aristocratic family who were half drunk sat opposite each other holding their sleeves, and they were as meticulous in etiquette as a modest gentleman, but what they were talking about was this kind of crazy mind. From the perspective of outsiders, only Ye Yongrong's tall and straight figure echoed Feng Linwan's posture playing the piano in the distance. Feng Linwan was slender and graceful, her eyebrows were as clear as water, but Ye Yongrong was as bright as pearls and jade, and there was a heroic spirit between her emerald brows.

"Then the eldest son will ride out first, and Xi Ming will follow behind. Which team will the eldest son choose?" The younger son laughed.

"No one in Tianqi City knows that Feng Linwan's 'Seran Ting Yingju' is my father's guard of soldiers and horses. If I am blocked back, I can't afford to lose this man. I will choose Staff Officer Ye."

"Okay, then Ximin will fight for the eldest son after losing his head, the eldest son please first."

"Miss Ye doesn't like barbarian food?"

This voice suddenly appeared in front of me, which shocked Ye Yongrong in a daze. The daughter of a famous general's family would not neglect her martial arts, she suddenly backed away two feet as soon as she pushed the table, and the silver knife for cutting meat turned over in her palm, showing a guarded posture.

Kneeling in front of her table was a young nobleman in blue and Chinese clothes, who seemed to be in his early twenties. Compared with the other guests in the warm pavilion, this young man's complexion was slightly darker, but his clothes were much more luxurious. There was a round silver medal hanging on the front of the gold embroidered cloud and thunder pattern, in which countless thunder and lightning circled into a flower.

"Lei Lie's flower!" Ye Yongrong blurted out.

She didn't know this young man, but she knew the family emblem of the overlord of the princes, the Lei Lie flower of the Liguo Ying family, and Li Gong Ying Wuyi raised this banner under the city of Tianqi, which shocked the peace of the imperial capital. .

"Is it Mr. Yingzhen, the eldest son of Ligong's mansion?" Ye Yongrong remembered the name.

"I didn't expect a humble name to be heard," Ying Zhen also liked the effect, "Today's Taifu's family banquet, Ms. Ye has the most beautiful appearance, but she has no spirit. Is the food of the barbarians rough and difficult to eat? I am sitting next to her." After watching for a long time, I can't help worrying."

"Don't dare to call you Miss." Ye Yongrong was not grateful for Ying Zhen's humility, "I am a staff officer of the Forbidden Army, and I have long been used to the simple food in the army. What's more, the Taifu's family banquet serves rare delicacies .”

"I remember seeing Staff Officer Ye in a hurry during the military parade in the palace with my father, but now that I see you again, it's much easier." Ying Zhen stared at Ye Yongrong's face without hesitation.

Ying Zhen does not have the bravery of his father, he likes female music from various countries, and has always admired the elegance of the youth in Wuyuan, the imperial capital. He entered Tianqi City with his father, and immediately made friends with wealthy teenagers, and was addicted to leisure and entertainment. There were no less than two hundred beauties from various countries in the mansion. Drinking wine and playing sex.

Ye Yongrong had also heard about such rumors, he tilted his head slightly, and did not respond.

"Secretary Ye... after a famous general, she is so beautiful and delicate, she is really not suitable for joining the army. The battlefield is tough, and she is easy to grow old." Ying Zhen rubbed against the table and sat next to her.

In Yingzhen's mind, there have never been many strong women, but in the end they all turned into gentle beauties in his arms. In the romantic arena, he is not someone who quits easily.

Ye Yongrong was expressionless, and stepped back three feet: "Death in battle and a corpse wrapped in horse leather are nothing. Since I joined the army, I am not afraid that my bones will be buried in a foreign country one day, not to mention my appearance."

"Ye..."

"Young Master Ying, is there anything else you want to say?" Ye Yongrong suddenly interrupted Ying Zhen's words.

"The two of you are talking so lively, why don't you drink?" A man suddenly stepped between the two of them, holding a glass of light wine in each hand, one for Ye Yongrong and one for Ying Zhen, "General Ye can also speak I think about the countless traffickers and lowly people in the world. Why bother to use the blood of Ye's famous general in the cloud when they go to battle? Yashi? I also think that you and I are just dust in the vast universe. After decades of life, we will eventually become dry bones. The days of youth are short but you can’t enjoy yourself immediately. What a waste of a charming daughter.”

It turns out that Ximin didn't try to please Yingzhen when he came up. He felt that he came from the southern barbarian land, and his words were tasteless and would not please the ladies, so he rushed up to help.

Ying Zhen is more sensitive than the drunk Ximin, seeing Ye Yongrong's face getting colder and sharper, he waved his hands hastily: "Let's not talk about this, let's not talk about it, it's rare for the grand master to have a birthday, so I can't enjoy it to the fullest." Wouldn't it be a pity to return? Drink and drink."

He drank the cup first, but saw Ximin covering his face with his sleeve, and gave him a secret wink.

Ye Yongrong pressed his fingers hard, almost crushing the tin cup, but he finally gritted his teeth and downed the glass of wine. The wine melted into his heart like a warm current in his throat. She put the cup heavily on the table, her face was as cold as frost.

Xi Min and Ying Zhen stopped pestering her, and just sat beside her and watched the singing and dancing. The dancers changed the group again, those who were sitting among the guests serving wine before, the veils on their bodies were torn to pieces, and the drunken chatter came from time to time. Several Patriarchs seemed to be drunk and passed out at the dancer's feet, and immediately a house slave came in and sent the dancer and Patriarch to the back hall to rest. Of course Ying Zhen understood the meaning, and he was even more distracted inside. He secretly glanced at Ye Yongrong next to him. Ye Yongrong's frozen face was already slightly red, and he became more and more alluring under his milky white skin.

Ying Zhen was secretly delighted. That look of Ximin means that Ye Yongrong's wine has been drugged. Ximin bought some extremely weak aphrodisiacs from somewhere, and sometimes secretly put them in the ladies' wine, taking the opportunity to seek pleasure. Afterwards, it is often difficult to detect whether it is drunk **** or drugs.

The head of the family over there was drunk and bit the dancer Xue Nen's neck. out.

"Consultant Ye," Ying Zhen finally couldn't bear it and hugged Ye Yongrong's waist, "General Ye is drunk, I will send General Ye back to the back hall to rest."

He leaned against Ye Yongrong's body hard, smelling her body, his heart was beating like a drumbeat.

"You are presumptuous!" Ye Yongrong roared suddenly, she didn't hold back at all, she swung out her palm, and slapped Ying Zhen firmly on the cheek.

Then she knelt up and leaned forward, leaning forward with her hands, the whole audience was stunned by the voice and Ye Yongrong's actions. The posture he raised is exactly the sword posture of Yunzhong Ye's "sit on the sword to kill people". This sword posture has an allusion, and almost everyone knows it.

Who dares to kill Ying Wuyi's son?

Xie Qiwei, who was persuading King Jian to drink, was also alarmed, and opened the silver curtain to look at this wanton female general. Ye Yongrong stared intently, Mingyan was filled with murderous aura, and the entire Nuan Pavilion was too shocked to move.

"Ye's female general? Who's subordinate?" Xie Qi drew his tone slightly.

"Teacher, it's...a subordinate's subordinate..." Bai Li, a member of the shogunate of the Imperial Army and a soldier participating in politics, was covered in cold sweat, and hurriedly fell to his knees.

"The daughter of the Ye family in the cloud, she is so wild!" I don't know if Xie Qi is slightly angry or not, his tone is still lazy.

"Yes... the subordinates' military orders are not strict!"

"Punish!"

"No, no, it's just a misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding!" Ying Zhen still had palm marks on his face, but he hurriedly got up to defend Ye Yongrong. He pretends to be a romantic, but he is still fascinated by her beauty, and cannot bear her suffering, not to mention that if Ying Wuyi finds out about this kind of thing, he will inevitably be furious.

Ying Wuyi doesn't dote on his son, but he only dotes on his eldest daughter.

"There is no need for a big punishment, the eldest son has begged for mercy," Xie Qi smiled, "Small punishment is inevitable, since General Ye has a sword, let's dance the sword for everyone's enjoyment."

"That...exactly," Bai Li suddenly remembered, and smiled obsequiously, "The dance of breaking the formation handed down by the Ye family is incomparably wonderful. Let's compete."

"General Bai!" Ye Yongrong shouted in a low voice, a sense of humiliation rushing into his chest. Ye's handed down sword dance is masculine and fierce, and contains the ambition of a man on the battlefield to save the country from danger. This is Ye's consistent teaching. I don't know how many famous generals of the Ye family performed this sword dance for the soldiers before going out to battle, which shocked the army's morale and made them move forward, but now they are used as this kind of entertainment, compared with the obscene dance.

Xie Qiwei didn't look at them, but turned his head coldly while holding the wine glass. Several drunken noblemen around had already shouted. No matter how seductive a lowly dancer is, how can she compare with the daughter of the blood of Ye's famous general in Yunzhong?

"General Ye!" Bai Li lowered his voice and roared, "You can do it yourself. As long as I, Bai Li, still control the Imperial Army Shogunate, you will be my subordinate, and your military law is like a mountain. I don't care what you are, the Ye family in the cloud, who doesn't follow orders , don’t be a general in my forbidden army. There is no shortage of one or two famous generals in the world!”

Ye Yongrong's anger condensed on his face. She almost gritted her teeth, but that anger was restrained by something, like a sealed volcano, unable to erupt.

Ye family in the cloud, the blood of a famous general...

"The Dance of Breaking the Formation is an extremely fierce dance. The dance has been lost for a long time, Feng Linwan has admired it for a long time, today is lucky."

The deserted tone came from the musicians. Ye Yongrong raised his head and saw Feng Linwan's eyes. The hotness in her body seemed to be frozen, and she suddenly woke up.

"Let these dancing girls go away," Ye Yongrong stood up, "I never dance with others. Maybe the musicians will play the music of Emperor Rose breaking the formation?"

"I'm not talented enough to imitate," Feng Linwan said indifferently, "But even under Emperor Qiangwei, there are only three or five people in the world who can play the music of breaking the formation. I'm afraid the other musicians here won't be able to cooperate with me."

"It doesn't matter, even if there is no musician, it's nothing. When Emperor Qiangwei composed this song, he just used the sword to hit the pillar as the beat."

"Yes, hit the pillar with a knife!" Feng Linwan's voice was also a little more golden.

Ye Yongrong remained silent for a moment, took out the silver comb from his arms, turned his head sideways, and erected his own waterfall-like length by the side of the mat. A canopy of sparks exploded in the red lampshade, and the sun illuminated the black and flowing out a gorgeous dark red, just like the soul-stirring color in the wedding gauze.

At this moment, the young man in white with a slight smile on his lips and a slight worry on his brow walked into history silently...

The origin of the peerless military strategist known as the "Crafter", the founder of the Daxie Dynasty, and the uncrowned emperor on the battlefield in troubled times has not been verified. The beginning of the story that people know is that he died. Entered the Nuan Pavilion of Mrs. Xie's house. It was at that step that history began to write his name.

This name is Xiang Kongyue.

Xiang Kongyue stepped into the Xunfeng Nuan Pavilion grandly, without encountering any obstacles at all. He didn't hold an invitation card, and no one knew who he was or where he came from, but the young man's white robe that was better than snow, the long eyebrows that were slightly frowned when he walked forward with his hands behind his back, and the lips that were pursed lightly, everything was in his hands. Everything seems to have an overpowering nobility, even the elegance of a random gesture is by no means imitated by ordinary juniors.

No one dared to suspect that this strange family member was a late guest of Xunfengtang.

When he stepped on the steps of the Xunfeng Nuan Pavilion, he paused for a step, and the waiting maid with blushing cheeks gently swept the steps for him with a broom. When he stepped into the warm pavilion, the first thing he saw was the dark red hair brushing Ye Yongrong's fair and slender neck, and then it was tied into a warrior bun.

He flicked the crane feather fan in his hand

Ye Yongrong stood up. She was wearing a fiery red soft armor, and her slender waist was tied tightly with a gold-woven belt. She walked all the way into the hall, and she was really tempting and enchanting. But as she pulled out the saber at her waist, a heroic aura floated into the air, and the surrounding guests were all shocked. The "dance of breaking the formation" that no one has ever seen was originally a staunch military dance, not a dance imagined by the officials. Once the sword is drawn, both men and women are like warriors in front of the battle. There is no more **** and long legs, only the killing intent and arrogance of a warrior.

Ye Yongrong held the sword as his chest, and the sword pointed to the sky and froze.

Feng Linwan took a deep breath and moved his fingers. The sound of the piano was like an explosion. She was playing the piano alone, but it was like a thousand troops charging in array. The sound of the battlefield was stirring in the hall, and the unsuspecting guests stood up in shock.

Xiang Kongyue has quick hands and quick eyes, and supported a young nobleman who got up: "The first section of "Broken Array" is also called "Iron Hoof", so there is the sound of thousands of troops slaughtering, and in "Night Rain" "A section is extremely rigid and soft, and naturally becomes gentle."

"My lord is proficient in music?" The noble boy had a good impression of Xiang Kongyue.

Xiang Kongyue smiled slightly, and sat next to him: "The Joy of Breaking the Array" is an impromptu military anthem that I used to hit the pillar with a knife in the battle of Baihe Emperor Qiangwei. The first section "Iron Hoof" , implying that the enemy is full of thousands of horses and horses, unstoppable; the next section "Night Rain" is the emperor drawing his sword and dancing in his tent before the decisive battle, and he has the will to die; the third section "Fire Fantasy" is said to be the first emperor who was drunk, Staring at Huo Qiangwei's banner and suddenly feeling the whispers of the stars and gods, all kinds of hallucinations in the eyes are the key to breaking the formation; The yang of yang! After thousands of years, it still sounds fascinating."

"Look," Xiang Kongyue waved his feather fan flatly, ""Iron Hoof" has passed, and the sound of the piano is broken. This is "Night Rain."

Ye Yongrong was turning in the light of his own sword, the red arrow skirt flew up fiercely, and the long sword threw down a large swath of cold waves, and when the blade pointed to the surroundings, the guests avoided their seats one after another. Her body is light and graceful, walking with the sword, like a red leaf floating in the cold light. However, the sword is still the killer of the masculine in martial arts on the battlefield. Ying Hefeng Linwan's increasingly high-pitched piano sound is like the emperor returning to the earth seven hundred years ago, swinging his sword to point at the sky in the rainy night of the battlefield.

"Excellent, worthy of being the Emperor Rose!" Xiang Kong praised Yue Jijie.

While Feng Lingwan turns the tune again, and the sound of the piano is erratic, it is already "Fire Fantasy", like the undulating flames in the wind, and the mysterious and desolate atmosphere intensifies in the continuous sound of the piano. Ye Yongrong's sword dance was faster, people were already shrouded in the shadow of the sword repeatedly, and the silver blade was even more fiery red when illuminated by the light.

Amidst the admiration of the guests, Xiang Kongyue frowned instead: "Why can't you control the heavy with the light?"

Feng Linwan, Xiang Kongyue, and Ye Yongrong were the only ones present who noticed something strange. This part of the sword dance should have been done lightly, but Ye Yongrong faintly felt that the fire in his chest was not extinguished, and it was getting hotter and hotter. She was restless, and Yu Jian's ability was compromised.

Ye Yongrong doesn't know anything about the things the young masters use. She drank very little, and thought that the uneasiness in her heart was due to the strength of that glass of wine, but fortunately, Mrs. Ye had a deep family knowledge of the art of breathing, and she could barely suppress the aversion by adjusting her breathing. But at this time, she couldn't help herself in the sword dance. The more difficult it was for her to control the sword, the more she had to follow Feng Linwan's tune and dance the sword with all her strength, and the sword gradually became scattered.

There was a slight sound of "呲啦", and a piece of red cloth flew out from the sword circle. It was Ye Yongrong's quick sword that cut off a corner of his belt. A sword with two blades is the most likely to injure itself. When the sword was wiped, there was already a thin bloodstain on Ye Yongrong's shoulder.

Suddenly someone applauded. In addition to the sound of music and swords in the hall, there was a third voice. The applause was extremely steady, and the guests had no intention of applauding, but could not help but turn their heads to look. A young man in white walked slowly towards the center of the inner hall. He smiled and clapped his hands, stepping calmly on the sound of Feng Linwan's piano with every step, with a graceful expression. Xi Ming and Ying Zhen also felt ashamed of themselves—it was hardly like a real person.

Ye Yongrong was shocked, but she couldn't stop the sword in her hand. At this time, she had already reached the section of "Breaking the Formation", and she almost couldn't help but let her sword out... The young man in white suddenly smiled at her, and then he The toga and wide sleeves were spread out, and the whole person turned into a flying crane in the clouds, dancing with Ye Yongrong in the shadow of the sword.

His movements don't seem to have great strength, but his dance is as unfathomable as the sea, coming and going in the shadow of Ye Yongrong's sword without being hurt at all. His fluttering long sleeves flicked up, as if turning a mountain. Ye Yongrong's movements gradually matched him, no longer maintaining the majestic style of a warrior, but flying lightly, spinning close to him, like a red swallow hovering on a mountain.

"Could it be... "Ruoyi"?" Ye Yongrong suddenly remembered the name.

It is said that only the Ye family in Yunzhong still has the true dance of breaking the formation, but Ye Yongrong himself knows that the dance handed down by the Ye family is not the complete version. When the first emperor Bai Yin created the dance music during the Battle of Baihe, Princess Rose, who is peerless in singing and dancing, accompanied him, so it was originally two people dancing together. It's just that Princess Rose finally passed away before the day when she could be sealed. So when the Taiqing Pavilion was completed, no one in the world would dance with Bai Yin. Bai Yin finally revised the dance score and deleted "Ruoyi" which originally belonged to women.

There is a legend that Bai Yin liked to dance at night on the Baichi Taiqing Pavilion, and those with good eyesight could see the dim figure of the emperor from a distance, alone on the high pavilion in the clouds.

At this time, the young man in white seemed to be the incarnation of Emperor Rose, and her sword dance was aroused, and she was probably playing the princess who was afraid of the night and blood.

"Someone still knows the full version of "Broken Array"!" Feng Linwan was shocked.

She also tried her best to find the remnants of "Broken Array" in various collections, but she couldn't spell "Zuoyi" in the end. At this moment, this dance is in front of her eyes, and she can't help being intoxicated.

Xiang Kongyue suddenly sang loudly, shaking the house:

"I have the art of slaying dragons,

I want to dance in the clouds;

I have boundless ambitions,

I want to fry Nanami Narita;

I have a peerless edge,

To solve the pillar reaching the sky;

I am the raw material of hidden jade,

Looking for a master craftsman to become a useful person.

I once laughed at Emperor Wen in Yunmengxiang,

Why do you need to swallow white jade for longevity?

I once laughed at the Emperor Changfengkong Zhewu,

It is difficult to cross the snow river west with an army.

I am not afraid of the height of the blue sky and the thickness of the yellow earth;

I hate that I can't meet the jade hand,

Late birth did not see Phoenix come.

Hush,

The mountain is so high that the goddess waits for it;

The water is deep, and the dragon dies. "

"Hahahaha!" Under the eyes of everyone, the young man in white looked up to the sky and laughed. The woman in red withdrew her sword light and stood silently behind him, while Feng Linwan clapped her hands on the strings, silenced all the lingering sounds, and bowed her head in thought.

Laughter disappeared after a long time, and only the silence like the opening of the world remained in the hall. After the Great War seven hundred years ago, did the mighty emperor rely on his beloved woman to look at the vast grassland?

A small applause suddenly sounded, and the guests looked in the direction of the applause, and it turned out to be King Jian who was sitting next to Xie Qiwei behind the silver curtain, who had already stood up. King Jian was only twelve years old, but he was not childish at all, and his expression naturally revealed the majesty of the emperor's family.

"Okay!" Xie Qiwei deserved to be called "Teacher with Reason", he was the best at going along with the flow, and immediately cheered and applauded loudly.

Like a gust of wind from a battlefield, it suddenly blew away the misty and extravagant atmosphere in the Nuan Pavilion, and instantly the hazy drunken eyes of more than forty guests became clear. The applause was like a wave and lasted for a long time. The guards outside were startled, and stepped up the steps with their knives to check, only to see that the rich and nobles of the imperial capital had all left their seats and stood up, one red and one white clothes were hidden in the crowd.

Amidst the noise, Feng Linwan on the musicians' bench was silent for a long time, her face suddenly flushed red, she stood up clutching her chest, and hurriedly left through the side door. It wasn't until in the corridor that Feng Linwan paused a step, spitting out a mouthful of blood on his sleeve. At the last paragraph of "Broken Array", she was already driven by the young man in white, her spirit was ups and downs in the rhythm of his dance, and she couldn't help plucking the strings with her fingers. Feng Linwan's body was weak, and he was able to rush to the end of the song by relying on the extremely yang energy of "Breaking the Array" with fire, and then he seemed to be seriously ill.

"There is such a person in the world?" Feng Linwan asked himself in a low voice.