Chapter 33: Promotion
Standing in the middle of several people, he was wearing a royal forged gold armor, the breastplate was carved with wolf patterns, and a pair of wolf heads were inlaid on his shoulders. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ The crimson cloak behind info is embroidered with gold thread with the pattern of a big bird soaring into the air, and even the pitch-black sword is engraved with a fierce and hideous tiger head.
His outfit almost suppressed the three people around him, and the eyes of all the ministers of the court and the central government also gathered on him.
At that time, there was a hint of smugness at the corner of Murong Yun's mouth, and his eyes were sharp. The sturdy and upright body was wearing armor tailored for him, facing the eyes around him, Murong Yun was not afraid, and slowly walked off the platform under the gaze of the powerful ministers like a peerless god of war.
However, Murong Yun didn't pay attention to it at that time, the three generals who were originally on an equal footing with him were following him at this moment, and their expressions were full of unnaturalness.
Feng Ying held on to the wine cup, and on the slightly immature melon seed face, the blade-like lip line fell slightly, and a pair of narrow eyes stared at his back indifferently.
"General, Xiao San dares to ask the general, what position do you live in, where do you hold the military talisman, and what orders do you listen to?"
I don't know why, in the mind of Murong Yun, who was floating in the clouds, he suddenly recalled Xiao San's words.
"Isn't it ......!" A feeling of truth running through his head had not yet been clear, but Murong Yun's dream had already been shattered by a voice.
"Call him up, today's ceremony, I want him to see it with his own eyes." Murong Yun, who was sitting in the clouds, suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ears.
Crash
A basin of cold water was poured down from Murong Yun's face, and the water droplets rolled down into Murong Yun's nose with mud, suffocating his breathing.
Murong Yun shook his head and rolled down from the pile of dry grass, propping his limbs on the ground, coughing with difficulty.
"Murong Yun!"
Clang!
A muffled sound made Murong Yun raise his head, only to see several figures standing outside the prison door, and the leader was holding a scabbard against the prison door.
"Who..." Murong Yun rubbed his eyes, but there was mud and sand in his eyes, and everything in front of him was blurry.
"Can't see clearly? Give him another bucket. The man spoke again.
"Wait! Are you ......" Murong Yun finally heard the familiar voice, but before he could finish speaking, another bucket of cold water drenched him.
Crash
However, this bucket of cold water was clearer than the previous bucket, although it was still a little dirty, but fortunately, it also washed away all the sediment in Murong Yun's eyes.
Murong Yun raised his head and looked at the person in front of him again.
"Your eyes are still so aggressive." Feng Ying smiled, and a touch of playfulness appeared on the face of the melon seeds with a little light makeup.
"You're not dead." Murong Yun looked at her, looked at her outfit, and his heart was falling inch by inch.
"Yes, not dead." Feng Ying nodded, put the green white slender hand behind him, and straightened the red cloak behind him, "Not only is he not dead, but he has also been added to the rank of knight." β
"Look at this red gold wolf head armor, I also sent someone to forge a pair, how about Bijun?" Feng Ying stood in front of Murong Yun and deliberately stroked the golden armor on his body.
Murong Yun looked at the armor that Feng Ying was wearing, except for being more delicate and slender, the rest was almost exactly the same as what he wore when he worshipped the general.
The same wolf head, the same red bird cape, the same eye-catching......
"Are you so jealous of me, my position as a great general, if you like it, let you do it, why use such means." Murong Yun took his gaze away from Feng Ying and glared at her eyes, "Count me Murong Yun wrong about you." β
"You've been in power for many years, why are you still so naΓ―ve?" Feng Ying smiled contemptuously, "The royal family trusted you, so you were given the privilege of receiving oral orders, such trust, how could you say that you would let it?" β
Murong Yun said coldly: "So, do you think that if you stand in my position, you can get the same privileges as me." β
"Whether you can get it or not, it's not up to you and me to have the final say." Feng Ying's narrow lip line was very vaguely hooked, and then he looked up at the prison, "The sun is about to come out, I'm going to rush to the ceremony, at such an hour, it's exactly the same as back then, I really miss it......" Feng Ying greeted the light projected into the prison, her narrow beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a little memory appeared in those almost undetectable eyes.
"Let's go." Feng Ying only stared at the light for a moment, then turned to leave.
"Wait." Murong Yun looked at the big bird on the phoenix shadow cloak and suddenly spoke.
"Huh?" Feng Ying was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Murong Yun, "Is there anything else?" β
"You can trick me to death, but the three armies can't, and neither can hundreds of thousands of people. The Demon Tide...... Did you plan it? Murong Yun's eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Ying's eyes, and the last sentence was almost squeezed out of his teeth.
"That demon tide, of course, I didn't plan it single-handedly." Feng Ying lowered her head and thought for a while, and then suddenly as if she remembered something, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"The demon tide... Wasn't it caused by General Murong's improper command? Hahaha! β
"You bastard!" Feng Ying's answer made Murong Yun fall into the abyss, looking at Feng Ying's almost crazy smile, his heart was not only angry, but also faintly raised a trace of fear, at a certain moment, he even felt that the Feng Ying in front of him was simply a beast without humanity.
Millions of living beings can do what they want, and all they want is a promotion, what is it that makes her become like this......
"Let's go." Feng Ying glanced at Murong Yun before leaving the cell. The unfamiliar eyes before leaving, stabbing the latter's heart trembled.
"Biography, the general of the Northern Garrison, Feng Ying, came to the stage to listen to the seal." With a clear shout, Feng Ying pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, grabbed the cloak with his left hand, and walked up to the platform step by step.
"The Holy Emperor calls: My Heavenly Dynasty is prosperous, the heavens accept the order, virtue and goodness, grace and the four seas, and Weijiayu. Now, it has been repeatedly attacked and harassed by foreigners, causing many hardships to the people. I have been stationed in the north for more than ten years, destroying demons and evils, governing the north peacefully and unharmed, peaceful and healthy, and has also led the division to fight several times, and has made meritorious efforts to defeat demons, and the emperor flag has deterred the enemy hundreds of miles away, and has not tasted defeat. Now that he has completed his merits, he has been promoted to the commander of the imperial capital, stationed around the country, and always maintained the peace of the country. β
"Your Majesty's imperial grace is mighty, and the last general will definitely go to the soup and fight the fire and swear to defend the Tang Dynasty to the death." Feng Ying took the edict and bowed his head to the emperor who was half-leaning on the dragon chair on the city tower.
"I have received your wishes." Li Shimin's phoenix eyes were half-closed, and he casually stuffed a grape into his mouth, and glanced at Xuanli's father-in-law lightly.
"Your Majesty has a will, the ceremony is completed, and the music is played!" Gonggong Li bowed slightly towards the center of the city tower, and immediately announced.
"Commander Feng, get on the horse." A child-like boy brought a black horse. The black horse had a red flower on its head, and there was no trace of variegated color on its body.
"Oh? In Xia Bucai, I once heard that there is a scholar in the imperial capital who is very talented and has an extraordinary status, could it be that he is a respected driver? If so, then you must not let the Zun lead the horse, on the contrary, you must also call the third master yes. Feng Ying took the reins and said with a smile.
Xiao San was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then bowed to Feng Ying and said, "Xiao San doesn't dare to be called this title, Commander Feng is serious." After saying that, I couldn't help but say it, and after a few tosses, I disappeared into the crowd.
The mighty ceremonial officials came in a long line, and in an instant the piano and the drum played in unison. A red yarn woven of silk, as if rendered, spreads wherever it goes, and the earth-shattering hustle and bustle goes.