Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 3: Shangyang Blood One

The so-called famous generals are achieved through the blood of enemies, comrades and themselves. ——Jiangnan

In the third year of Emperor Cheng, September nineteenth.

Purple-tailed pigeons flapped their wings and flew across the clear sky.

The pigeon whistle sounded sharply, and the pigeon suddenly turned and descended in the air, retracted its wings, and landed lightly on the whistler's finger. On its bright red claws, there are small bamboo branches as thick as fingers.

The sound of the zither coming from afar is dull, with a cold breath, like a very thin ice spring hanging down from a high place.

In the golden chrysanthemum garden sits a young man in white clothes. He kneels and sits on a crystal mat woven with fine bamboo. His white jade-colored fingers tapped the table lightly, concentrating on the sound of the piano in the distance.

September 19th is the traditional "Shuanghua Chrysanthemum Appreciation" day in the imperial capital.

For Tianqi Gongqing, except for the Spring Festival, only the "Outing Youth Festival" in April and the "Shuanghua Chrysanthemum Appreciation" in September can be called annual events. The aristocrats of Apocalypse have strict access control to their children, and the ladies in Huaichun and the amorous sons can only take the opportunity of these two to flirt with each other and secretly communicate with each other. But the emperor not only did not prohibit it, but gave grace to make it happen. According to the old customs of the Taiqing Palace for many years, the emperor will go out of the palace to have fun with the nobles in these two days, and the ministers will also gather in the suburbs with their wives and daughters to enjoy wine and flowers.

However, the six years when the Li army occupied the imperial capital can be called six years of no day and no sky. Ying Wuyi is the overlord, who holds the power of life and death alone. He will imprison the minister with just one military order, and another military order will be Ming Zheng's punishment. The royal family and wealthy merchants' families are in panic all day long, and the sky over the imperial capital is clouded all the time.

This time Ying Wuyi suddenly withdrew his troops, and immediately after the battle report came, it said that the allied forces of the princes were coming fiercely, and they were confronting Ying Wuyi at Shangyang Pass. Everyone felt that the clouds had cleared and they saw the blue sky again. Wealthy families lined both sides of the street with colorful silk, and distributed food to beggars, hoping for the blessings of the gods and gods, and eradicating Ying Wuyi, the evil star in troubled times, in one fell swoop. Emperor Cheng, who had been on the throne for three years, changed his habit of hiding in the palace in the past. On the first day of his reign, he announced the restoration of the custom of "chrysanthemum appreciation" that had been interrupted for three years.

The nobles carried brocade blankets and various silks and satins, and surrounded the "brocade barriers" with silks and satins in the chrysanthemum garden. Several close families sat on the ground together, cooking wine and admiring the flowers. In the long and narrow royal chrysanthemum garden beside Qingyu Pool, there are hundreds of brocade barriers in various colors of water green, apricot yellow, maple red, dew purple, and moon white, confusing people's eyes, and the fragrance of wine is faint, and the smell is also intoxicating.

Emperor Cheng is proficient in silk and bamboo, although he is far less talented than Emperor Xi, he is still considered a gentleman of elegance. He ordered that he should not play music privately, and only let Guoshou Feng Linwan sit on a high place to play the piano. The sound of the piano is like water, not stained with dust.

"This **** doesn't have Ying Wuyi's support now, how dare he come out to play the piano?" The woman across the small table said coldly.

"Feng Linwan's qin skills are outstanding, it's not that Ying Wuyi deliberately flattered him, I heard that His Majesty also likes it very much." The young man listening to the qin was stunned, hurriedly sat up, and replied respectfully.

"Oh? How about you?"

"Ning Qing is still a little confident about secular tunes. But listening to her play ancient tunes, she is dry and profound, looking up to the world, which is the realm of the ancients. Ning Qing dare not look up to her in ten years."

"It's rare for you to compliment someone," the woman laughed, "How is she better than me?"

The young man showed a slightly terrified look, and he bowed down after a long time: "The piano skill is not the eldest princess's strength."

The woman sighed leisurely: "It seems that I am not as good as her."

The young man crouched on the ground, not daring to answer.

With a crisp sound of "pa", the woman slapped the boy's face with her palm, and there was a palm print on the fair and delicate cheek, which was so red that it almost bleeds. Immediately, the woman overturned the small table between the two with one hand, and the expensive fine porcelain wine set on the table fell to the ground and rolled into the grass.

"You are getting bolder!"

"Princess forgive me!" The boy trembled and kowtowed under the princess's skirt.

"You still know how to ask me to forgive your sins, you still have me in your eyes," the woman sneered, "Not bad! Not bad!"

A figure appeared on the brocade barrier, but he didn't dare to come in, he just knelt outside: "Eldest Princess, there is a letter from Shangyang Pass."

"How to say?" The woman's expression changed.

"The day before yesterday, Ying Wuyi led Thunder Riders to successfully break through the siege, and was intercepted by the Xia Tang army at the Qingping Plain at the mouth of Shimei Valley. There are already 100,000 horses under Yangguan. General Chu Weiguo and Marquis Bai Yi of Wuyang lead the coalition army. At the mouth of the Chengjiang valley in the north, Huaye of Chunguo did not receive the edict, so the 30,000 wind and tiger cavalry led by him did not move, and Liguo stayed behind. Looking at the situation, Hua Ye will not step into the king's domain for a while."

"Fool! An army of 80,000 can't kill a single Ying Wuyi!" The woman was furious, "How dare he let him in and out freely? If he didn't encounter the army of Xia Tang this time, he might have crossed Beimang now. Mountain, take Canglan Road to go home!"

The brocade-clothed slave who reported the letter and the white-clothed boy in the brocade barrier knelt tremblingly, not daring to make a sound. The woman stood up and walked a few steps before her anger faded away. She turned to the young man, "What do you think the outcome of this battle will be?"

"Elder Princess Mingjian. Chu Weiguo Bai Yi, the number one general in East China. If anyone who is loyal to the royal family can win the Ying Wuyi rank, it must be him."

"Huh!" The woman sneered, "You grew up in the deep palace, and you dare to say that you are the number one general in any battle you have seen."

"The Eldest Princess strategized, and Ying Wuyi cannot escape this disaster."

"Why did you suddenly become able to talk?" The woman glanced at him coldly, "But if the Seven Nations Allied Forces and Ying Wuyi died together, I would be happier."

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped, and the aftertaste echoed in my ears, as if the breeze was blowing through the flowers. Accompanied by the sound of the piano, there were a few low coughs. It was well known that Feng Linwan was in poor health.

The woman lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment: "What a song "Golden Wind Cold", maybe what you said is right, I am indeed inferior to her in piano skills."

She looked down at the young man crouching at her feet, and stroked his jade-white cheek: "Did it hurt you?"

The young man shook his head, a drop of cold sweat dripping from the corner of his temple.

"You have to be obedient, listen to me obediently, you will be the emperor's seat in the future," the woman smiled and pulled a snow-white handkerchief from her waist to wipe his sweat, "But you have to remember, it's gone Me, you have nothing."

Amidst the tenderness at this moment, it seems that there is a demon laughing lowly. No amount of makeup could cover up the fine wrinkles on the eldest princess's face. When she smiled, her face wrinkled strangely, like a withered old chrysanthemum.