The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 345:

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At this moment when the fireworks in Puyuan are overwhelming and the city is filled with firecrackers to welcome the New Year, all the people lurking in Pucheng have also been dispatched.

The sound of firecrackers covers up the screams, and the light of fireworks annihilates the light of flames. At such a moment when everything is bright, no one will notice if several houses are burned and fireworks are set off, and the army outside the city will not be easily dispatched because of this. .

She murmured softly in the light of the smoke. What she said could not be heard over the loud noise, but the expression on her face seemed to be making a wish. Jin Siyu looked at her with endearing eyes.

May the flowers bloom like today every year.

Before the fireworks were over, he asked her to guess lantern riddles. He was naturally proficient in these, but she was not good at it. She kept failing, but she became stubborn again. She turned over them one by one, insisting on finding what she knew. .

Suddenly she stopped under a lantern riddle.

This is a revolving lantern, with riddles written on all sides of the lantern, spinning slowly.

The mystery is very simple: Empress Lu must have other intentions if she only wants to promote her relatives.

Guess a word.

She was silent under the tree, tilting her head slightly. Jin Siyu came over and said with a smile: "What, have you guessed this?"

"It's so difficult for me to guess." She smiled, "I only found the revolving lantern painting interesting."

Jin Siyu looked up and saw that there was nothing unusual about the painting. It was a vast reed marsh under the moonlight, with white birds flying lightly among the flying catkins in the sky. This was also a very ordinary painting, but it was a festive occasion for the new year. When I was young, I usually painted things like auspicious dolls. I felt particularly refreshed when I saw this. The painting was pasted on the revolving lantern. When it rotated slowly, the flying catkins and bird feathers seemed to fly. It made people feel like those white feathers flying in a trance. , is slowly falling on the neck.

When I looked at the mystery, I felt that it was as different as the painting. I called the housekeeper and asked: "Who made this?"

The housekeeper squinted his eyes for a while and said awkwardly: "Your Majesty, many lantern riddles are bought from outside. Everyone is helping to hang them up. There is really nothing we can do..."

Jin Siyu waved him down, and in a blink of an eye he saw her walking briskly towards the next lantern without giving the lantern riddle a second glance.

He followed, and the answer to the lantern riddle flashed through his mind.

"Sorry."

The lantern riddles are placed under a tree on the shore of the lake, and the stage is set up opposite the tree, leaning against a rockery.

In the greenhouse, brocade mats were laid, snacks were placed, and braziers were lit in the four corners.

The two of them sat in the shed, and she randomly ordered a play. The Changchun class across from her kowtowed far away.

"The flowers are gone and the orioles are old, how many springs have been wasted. My hometown is thousands of miles away, and there are thousands of smoke and water, but there is no place to find it. The whole body is as light as poplars in the snow."

Someone flew up like poplar flowers, crossing the tall city gate in the snow, and a black shadow flashed.

In the greenhouse, she leaned over and talked about the drama with him, with a joyful tone, praising the Changchun class for its well-deserved reputation. He stroked her hair and promised to listen to it as often as she liked.

"The remaining clouds are scattered, the new moon is getting brighter, and I can see the faint peaks locking the dusk clouds."

The sword light was cold, shining under the canopy of fiery trees and silver flowers. Someone fell from the city gate, and the snow was fierce and bright.

She was so engrossed that she held a red fruit in her mouth and forgot to eat it. The fruit was bright red, not as bright as the color of her lips. He stared at it, not knowing whether he was listening to the show or appreciating it.

"Ling Ling, I saw the stream surrounding the isolated village."

A group of people dressed in white as snow walked on the vast snowy ground. A little further away, in Feng Lai Town at the junction of Dai Viet and Thien Thanh, soldiers in white armor marched silently, with corks in their horses' mouths, snorting and spraying in the night. In the ice-like mist, the marching route gradually circled towards the Vietnamese army camp outside Pucheng.

She finally noticed that he was distracted and rolled her eyes at him with a smile. He turned his head nonchalantly, not knowing what was being sung on the stage.

“Looking at the end of the world and having no friends, I fight with iron and my heart sheds tears. It only hurts me, but I make little profit, and my name is in vain.”

City gates, beacon towers, weapons depots, grain and grass depots, inns, Pucheng County Government, Pucheng Army and Horses Department...all the important parts of Pucheng that rest in the middle of the night, leaving only a few people on duty at night, all can affect the stability and stability of Pucheng. Wherever the information is transmitted, there are black shadows shuttled back and forth, shaking and falling in shock.

She poured him tea herself. With her delicate fingers, he took it and wrapped it around her hand. She smiled and lowered her head.

"I secretly think about my former lover, having fun and feasting in the wind and the moon, which makes me sad and sad. Tonight, you are alone in the quilt, who will keep you safe?"

The sword light suddenly rose and then disappeared, and one person fell down. Someone immediately dragged him away silently. Someone quickly rushed up, took down the red light under the eaves of the corridor, and hung up a wind chime with red tassels hanging down.

She fed Jin Siyu a piece of orange cake, and he returned a candied fruit with a smile. He wanted to feed it with his lips, but there were too many people and he was embarrassed.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Go on your journey slowly with your money in mind, and stay here tonight..."

A group of figures gathered outside Puyuan, entered an old house, and disappeared into the tunnel that had been dug inside the house.

He gently peeled the melon seeds for her, and the kernels belonged to her.

"Only gratitude and accumulated hatred will last for thousands of years..."

"Bang..."

It sounded like the sound of fireworks exploding. It was dull and inconspicuous, almost drowned in the noisy gongs and drums.

When this muffled sound sounded, she was whispering some children's whispers in his ear. He listened with a smile, but winked at the leader of the guards.

Hearing that the voice seemed to be nearby, the guard leader stood up with his sword and looked around vigilantly.

The long sleeves with flying sleeves on the stage were thrown out sadly, flying in a flowing arc in mid-air, and then a graceful lying fish posture like a bright moon arch bridge slowly fell down, half-covered. The dimples, the wide sleeves are relaxed, and one look is a romantic fragrance.

"Okay!"

The fans clapped their hands.

There was another muffled sound, buried in the storm of palms. The actor on the stage was about to stand up when he suddenly heard an "ouch".

No one in the audience noticed that the leader of the Changchun class had changed his color. Just as he was about to think of a way to cover it up, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed. The leader of the personal guards determined that the sound just now must have come from the stage, and raised his hand He waved and quickly ran onto the stage with his bodyguards.

Jin Siyu stood up suddenly and looked at the stage.

"Chi Chi Chi!"