The fire suddenly broke out, and a hot air balloon fell to the ground with a scream because the quality was not up to par, and the brazier on the basket tilted to cause the flames to burn several ropes, causing the hanging basket hanging under it to tilt seriously, and the people standing inside screamed and fell, and fell to the ground with a "bang". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The height is about three or four zhang, and the unlucky ghost who landed on the head made the ground bloom with blood flowers, Yuwen Qiankeng couldn't help but sweat his palms when he saw this scene: That hot air balloon was what he was going to ride with his sister just now.

It's dangerous! It's a good thing my sister and I didn't go up!

Yuwen Qiankeng thought so, but Yu Wenhua didn't think so, there were six people crowded in the basket at this time, and they were already overweight, so it was not okay to go on like this!

If you want to fly high, you must limit the number of people, no more than five, otherwise you will not be able to reach a safe altitude. So what is a safe height?

It's very simple, the height of the tallest of the gates in Yecheng, plus the range of bows and arrows.

Yu Wenhua and to rely on the hot air balloon to escape, then the hot air balloon must not only be able to float out of the palace with the wind, but also float out of Yecheng, if the height is too low, the defenders on the gate tower of Yecheng only need to shoot rockets, can ignite the hot air balloon.

At that time, even if you don't fall to your death, you will break your hands and feet, and then be captured alive and cut with a thousand knives, which is not the result that Yu Culture wants, so what should I do now?

"Yuwen Wu Ride! Why does this hot air balloon rise so slowly? Yuwen Qian's sonorous voice interrupted Yu Wenhuaji's thoughts, "Yuwen Wuqi, other hot air balloons have gone up, why is this hot air balloon slow?" ”

The shouts started, and many archers poured out from the direction of the fifth-floor door, rushing to the Yanwu Palace, at this moment, the hot air balloon that Yuwen Qiankeng and others were riding was only three or four zhang high, and as long as the other party got close to the rocket, it would be all over.

Yu Wenhua hurriedly took off his armor, took off his two companions and Liu Jushi together, and threw these armors out of the basket with some sundries to reduce the weight as much as possible.

The effect was good, the hot air balloon rose significantly faster, but it still did not exceed the range of the bow and arrow, and the southeast wind blew, and the hot air balloon slowly floated in the northwest direction, which could be skipped over the top of the Yanwu Temple.

However, one of the unfortunate balloons was not high enough, and the basket was struck by the top of the palace, and the brazier on it tilted, igniting the ropes, which soon caused the basket carrying the people to fall and roll down the roof to the ground, and after a few muffled sounds, there was no movement.

As soon as the hot air balloons crossed the Yanwu Palace, the southeast wind stopped, and the archers of the forbidden army who rushed to the front (south) of the Yanwu Hall hurriedly detoured to outflank the rear of the hall and release the arrows, so that if they wanted to avoid the arrows, the hot air balloon could only be as high as possible.

The other hot air balloons all rose one after another, but none of these hot air balloons were "overloaded", but the hot air balloon that Yuwen Qiankeng was riding on was very slow because there were six people.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the people in the basket had their own thoughts, Yuwen Qiankeng kept urging Yu Wenhua to burn the fire more vigorously, and Liu Jushi, who was covered with injuries, became emotional and wanted to jump down and play with the forbidden army to buy time for the Son of Heaven.

"You're crazy, you jumped from such a high place, and you broke your leg without falling to death!"

Of course, Yuwen Qiankeng did not agree, Liu Jushi fought bloodily for him, so he did not want to let such a loyal person die in vain, the monarch and the ministers were arguing, and Yu Wenhua made a decision.

Throw Liu Jushi down first, and when he floats out of the city, then throw the Son of Heaven and Princess Qianjin down too!

He thought clearly, his reputation stinks, his life is important, the hot air balloon is overweight, at least one person has to jump down, he won't jump out, and neither can his two companions. So it can only be someone else.

Throw the Son of Heaven, Princess Qianjin and Liu Jushi will go crazy, throw Princess Qianjin, the Son of Heaven and Liu Jushi will go crazy, so you can only throw Liu Jushi.

Throw Liu Jushi, the hot air balloon will definitely be able to raise and avoid the bow and arrows, as long as the wind blows, it can float out of the city smoothly, but if Liu Jushi is thrown, the Son of Heaven will definitely be emotional, so he will be coaxed first, but the Son of Heaven will definitely be dissatisfied with him and wary of him.

So when he got out of the city and threw the sister and brother down, there were not many witnesses, and few people knew that he killed the king, and the hot air balloon lightened the burden, and he was safer if he could float farther.

Just as Yu Wenhua was about to signal his companion to make a move, Princess Qianjin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Your Majesty." ”

"Huh? What is the matter with my sister? ”

"Your Majesty, you must take good care."

"Well, don't worry, sister."

Yuwen Qiankeng felt a little inexplicable, but he still agreed, and the princess smiled, and suddenly pointed to the distance and said in surprise: "Look over there!" How strange! ”

When the others heard this, they turned their heads to look in the direction pointed by the princess, and Yuwen Qiankeng also turned his head to look, but he didn't see anything strange, at this moment he felt that the basket was a little turbulent, and turned around to help his sister, but saw that his sister had climbed to the edge of the basket.

Then take a leap.

"Sister!!"

Yuwen Qiankeng pounced, desperately reached out and grabbed the right hand of the princess, and then was dragged out by her weight, and all the baskets above the waist were poked out.

Liu Jushi next to him struggled to pull the Son of Heaven, so that Yuwen Qiankeng was not dragged out by Princess Qianjin, Yu Wenhua was a little hesitant when he saw this, and even wanted to "help" Yuwen Qiankeng at that moment.

Liu Jushi's strength became smaller after repeated battles, and he pulled the Son of Heaven hard, and turned his head to look at Yu Wenhua: "What are you doing in a daze!" Scared silly? Come to the rescue! ”

Yu Wenhua and the other two hurriedly stepped forward to help, but they could only hold the Son of Heaven, and the daughter princess who was hanging outside could only rely on Yuwen Qiankeng to hold it with one hand.

The weight of the princess is neither light nor heavy, but Yuwen Qiankeng himself is not a strong man, he barely grasps his sister with one hand, but he can't pull it up.

When summer and autumn change, the southeast wind comes and goes, and it doesn't take long for the southeast wind to rise again, blowing the hot air balloons slowly drifting to the northwest, and the long skirt of the princess flutters in the wind, looking like flowers swaying in the wind from a distance.

She raised her head and looked at Yuwen Qiankeng's flushed face with great reluctance, and her younger brother's appearance made her vaguely see what her father Yuwen Zhao looked like back then.

Princess Qianjin married the grassland, originally thought that there would be no chance to reunite with her family again, since she learned that her father and brother were killed by Yang Jian, she was even more grief-stricken, fortunately her younger brother Yuwen Qiankeng was alive, but I don't know when we will be able to meet again.

Fortunately, thanks to God's favor, she traveled thousands of miles back to Yecheng to reunite with her younger brother, which was enough.

It seems that the hot air balloon can carry no more than five people to fly high, so one person must be sacrificed, and the princess thinks very clearly, only by sacrificing her can the hot air balloon float out of the city smoothly.

Who would want to jump down alone now? Not to mention going out of the city, after landing safely, you have to flee, Yu Wenhua, Liu Jushi and the other two guards, at least they are strong and can ride horses and shoot arrows, and what about her?

A powerless female streamer, on the escape of the Son of Heaven, will not be able to help anything, it will only be a burden.

"Goro..."

"Sister, hold on, I'll pull you up right away!"

"Gorou has grown up." Princess Qianjin looked at Yuwen Qiankeng, with a relieved smile on her face, her eyes flashing with tears: "Promise my sister, you must take care." ”

As soon as the words fell, she showed a resolute expression, stretched out her other hand, and struggled to pull Yuwen Qiankeng's hand.

"Nope! No! Sister, don't!! ”

Yuwen shouted hoarsely, crying, and watched his sister pull her hand away.

At that moment, the wind seemed to stop, and Yuwen Qiankeng looked at his sister and smiled at him, and then fell to the ground like petals, because of the weight of one person less, the hot air balloon rose significantly.

Countless fires flew towards the hot air balloon like fireflies, and it was the forbidden army on the ground that shot rockets, trying to burn the hot air balloon, but the range of the rocket was slightly lower than that of ordinary arrows, and the hot air balloon where Yuwen Qiankeng was located rose in time and reached a height that the rocket could not reach.

In mid-air, Yuwen Qiankeng's heart-rending cry was heard, and the southeast wind became stronger and stronger, blowing the hot air balloons out of the palace and drifting towards the Tongquetai in the northwest corner of Yecheng.

In the streets and alleys of Yecheng, countless people looked up at the hot air balloons in the sky, and many knelt on the ground with their hands folded, praying to the heavens for the Buddha's magical powers, and then blocking the streets one by one.

The pursuing cavalry teams were blocked in the streets, watching the hot air balloon on which the Son of Heaven was riding floated to the northwest, passing by Tongque Santai, and drifting out of Yecheng with the southeast wind and drifting into the distance.