Just when the audience stood up to applaud and cheer for His Royal Highness the Prince, the venue suddenly became quiet, and no sound was heard, only to see the royal hand who was about to shake the reins of the horse slowly raised his hands, and His Royal Highness the Prince still maintained the posture of bending over and lifting the halberd, motionless.

A gust of wind hit, and the sweat of the bean was rolled into the vest, and it was suddenly cold, Ji Yun bent his neck slightly, and looked ahead for a moment.

In front of him was an arrow, which was placed on the string and pointed at Ji Yun, the hand pulling the arrow was trembling, and the arrow cluster was nodding up and down, but no matter what, it never left Ji Yun's eyebrows.

"Your Royal Highness, you lost."

The person who led the arrow was pale, because of his limited strength, the bow in his hand was not fully opened, he tried his best to maintain the balance between the bow and the arrow, but his voice was plain, as if he was saying something light, and it seemed to be just proving to Ji Yun that as long as I let go, it would be an arrow headshot, my strength is not enough, you better hurry up and admit defeat.

He is, Yan Eighteen.

No one knows when he picked up the bow and pulled it open at the critical moment, deciding the outcome. He is only ten years old, and he is as weak as a gust of wind that can blow away, and who will pay attention to him? But at this moment, he stood there, so abruptly, the audience was watching.

The atmosphere was as silent as death, and the wind could be heard, and the strange wind blew from east to west, carrying the smell of blood on the ground in all directions.

Rushed by this pungent smell of blood, An Jun suddenly came back to his senses, his son was on the verge of life and death, and it would be too late if he didn't admit defeat, the wolf-like Yan people, in their eyes, only enemies and food, but no mercy.

An Jun glanced at the old wizard, and the old wizard knew it, so he quickly erected the horns of the white elk and said loudly: "Yan Guosheng!" ”

The not loud voice spread to every corner, Yan Shibai let out a breath, slowly put down the bow and arrow, and pinched his sore arm.

Now, the outcome has been decided.

'Defeated, defeated after all......

Shizi Ji Yun panted like a cow looking at Yan Guo's shabby chariot and the weak stupid marquis, and then looked at the soldiers who were moaning all over the ground, his face turned red, and then, he couldn't help but glance at the car cover embroidered with Vermilion Bird on the top of his head, for a while, the strong contrast between the two sides was like a sharp arrow, piercing his heart with shame, only to feel that the gorgeous car cover was extremely eye-catching, and immediately pulled out his sword with a "swish", cut off the vertical wood supporting the car cover with his backhand, and then jumped out of the car, holding the hijab and offering it to Yan Eighteen.

Yan Eighteen's face was slightly red, and he smiled shyly, the half of the car cover was a hundred catties, and he couldn't take it at all with his strength, so Yan Guo's royal hand, who had been on guard next to him, quickly took it over and placed it on his own chariot.

"Sure enough, it was impossible to escape defeat......

From afar, Ji Lie watched this scene calmly, although he had long known that this would be the result, but at this moment, he couldn't help but sigh, although the soldiers who fought in Anguo were carefully selected and well-equipped, but they lacked the blood in their bones, and it was okay to fight a good fight, but once they were frustrated, they would not be able to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest.

Throughout the whole war, the Yan people were extremely ruthless, regardless of personal life and death, the pace was always the same, the rhythm and purpose were extremely clear, that is, to destroy the enemy's sword and shield hand first, and then clench their fists, destroy the enemy's chariot in one fell swoop, and finally achieve a devastating victory, and the Anguo people have been fighting their own battles since the attack was frustrated, so it is strange to be undefeated!

In Ji Lie's heart, even if Yan Eighteen didn't pick up the bow, victory would only belong to Yan Kingdom! It is impossible for a group of stupid pigs in armor to beat a pack of hungry wolves, even if the leader of this group of stupid pigs is very strong!

"Fourth brother, you, you actually won......" The little fat man held the jewelry box, trembling his lips, and looked at Ji Lie incredulously, at this moment, he was extremely sure that the fourth brother who was smiling was definitely not a fool!

"Lost? How can you lose? ”

The beginning was brilliant, but the result was anticlimactic, and the Anguo people, who were blinded by a heavy punch, watched the occurrence and end of all this in a daze, and could only be stunned.

The two chariots converged and headed towards the high platform where An Jun was.

The envoy of Yan stood up, saluted Yan Eighteen, and greeted An Jun.

An Jun nodded in response, and then, looking at his son on the chariot with an expressionless face, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, no matter what, it was finally over, and the next monarch of An Guo was still intact, which was already worth celebrating, and it was not a shame to lose to Yan Guo! He is not arrogant enough to think that he can be comparable to Yong and Qi, he is just a fluke, and everyone will have luck, but some people just take it as hope, and some people take it as the only one, the former will always have hope, and the latter died on the only luck.

"Father, son defeated......"

The chariot had not yet stopped, and Ji Yun on the chariot had already pulled out the knot, held it with both hands, and slowly knelt down. An Jun saw the frustration on his son's face, and his heart tightened, is this still the proud, vigorous and energetic son of An Guo? A slight setback bent his knees, did he forget that he was the prince of a country?

How can the prince kneel down easily?

In this way, how can you take on a great responsibility?

An Jun was furious in his heart, twisted his brows and got up, and was about to reprimand him coldly.

At this moment, the sturdy chariot seemed to be unable to withstand the knees of His Royal Highness the Prince, at the moment when his knees touched the ground, the wheels of the car sounded a rattling sound, and then, the wheels were suddenly crooked, and the body shook violently, and then, the war horse was frightened, raised its front hooves, and the neighing of "Herod", the royal hand was shocked, and quickly strangled the galloping horse, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Your Highness, jump!" ”

It was late, the huge chariot collapsed, the two logs 'snapped' and broke, and the four startled horses carried a strong pull, pulling the royal hand from the chariot, like flying a kite, and frantically crashed towards the high platform, at the same time, the entire front of the chariot was warped, and suddenly an upside down.

"Boom ......" dust is flying, and the huge chariot carriage is like a coffin, holding the prince Ji Yun in it, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

"Whew, whew......"

An Jun's heart was beating like a drum, his hands and feet were stiff, his mind was blank, he wanted to shout but couldn't shout, he could only watch the four frightened horses pull the royal hand and crash towards the stage. The height of the platform is no more than five feet, how can it stop Pegasus?

"Guardian Lord!!"

At the critical moment, the old witch officer pinched his thigh, pulled his neck and shouted loudly, and in the blink of an eye, several armor soldiers quickly rushed out around An Jun, and rushed towards the startled horse with the halberd.

"Poof......

Blood splashed, armor flew upside down, and the high platform was chaotic.

It's over, and the audience is silent.

……

Three days later.

Yushu bronze lamp, a tree of fifteen branches, each branch is placed on a burning candle, the "Qi Yu Palace" illuminated a bright one, Qi Yu is also known as the stunning, is the second solar term of the year, but also an important solar term for farming and sowing, "Luo Shu" has clouds: 'a surprise peach Shihua, two startled Cang Gengming, three frightened eagles into doves. The dove is the cuckoo, and every time the cuckoo starts singing, it means that the fields and countryside are full of fruit.

The cuckoo is enshrined in the Qiyu Palace, and the bird cage hangs on the beam of the Vermilion Bird Pillar, and several birds are jumping around in it, and the scum is chirping: "Cuckoo, cuckoo......"

In the past, such a tender voice makes people feel extremely comfortable to listen to, but today, whether it is the old witch who is bowed down and standing in front of the curtain with his hands down, or the curtain is slow, the pale An Jun lying on the bed feels extremely harsh, except for the white-haired right history who is still concentrating on writing a book.

There are six histories in the vassal states, the six canons of the big history of the country, the small history of the state, the internal history of the king's order, the outer history of the book of the Quartet, the left history of the words, the right of the history of the record.

The six histories have different positions, each performing its own duties, and the right history is dedicated to recording the direct and important affairs of the Hou family.

Bamboo slips are made of new bamboo after the rain, the back is green like jade, the front is white like a green onion, the right Shi Xue ion never uses the baked bamboo slips, only use this kind of new bamboo, one is because if you write with the baked bamboo slips, then you can't smell the fragrance of this ink and bamboo, and the other is to write in Hsinchu is particularly exquisite wrist strength, and the words written are of course unique.

"In the spring of the twentieth year of Jingtai, the Yan envoy entered Shaotai and offered sacrifices outside the palace. Drums and music, car battles, and the people have fun. Huer, Ji Yu Ma was frightened, the son of the world was disabled, I was afraid that he would be bedridden for the rest of his life, the king was shocked, he did not wake up for three days, and the whole country was terrified. ”

In just fifty words, the words are concise and to the point, and the words are like knives, but they have been written for half an hour, don't underestimate these fifty words, the important events and results are all in it, especially the last four words, which still satisfy Xue Ion.

"The king rests, Rong Chen retires!"

After waiting for the ink to dry, Xue Ion rolled up the bamboo slips, stood up, and bowed deeply to the curtain.

"Ahem......"

However, a slight cough sounded in the curtain, and the two palace maids pulled the corners of the curtain a little, and the rich aroma seeped out from the curtain, and the delicate Xu Ji helped An Jun, who had just woken up, to sit up slowly.

An Jun said: "Can Xue Youshi consider it again?" ”

Xue Ion frowned, holding the bamboo slip and saluting: "What does the gentleman mean?" Could it be that the minister's account is untrue? ”

An Jun hesitated for a moment, frowned, and said, "The history is like a knife, how can it be untrue?" It's just that the last four words are too much, how about changing it to 'pour the country into sorrow'? ”

Although it is only slightly changed, the meaning is very different, 'worry' can be worried about the body of the monarch and the prince, but 'panic' is the current phenomenon of Anguo, how can the two be confused?

Xue Ion knelt on the ground with a 'plop', and the old tears were vertical and righteous: "The king's life, forgive the ministers for their hard work." You should know that there is no trivial matter in history, there is no major event in history, and there are ...... facts in history."

"That's it, that's it, right history step aside......"

The gushing right history still wanted to continue, but An Jun waved his hand impatiently, the historian is like this, in their opinion, the scholar can be killed, not humiliated, after Shi Cheng, arbitrarily changing a word, it is an insult to them, in the past, An Jun would listen to the lecture with a smile, and even admit his mistakes and repent, but today he is really not in the mood.

Xue Ion hugged the bamboo slips, and went with great dignity, An Jun took the medicine soup handed by Xu Ji, wrinkled his nose and took a sip, and ordered Xu Ji and the palace maid to retreat, and took away the birdcage on the beam. When the two palace maids carried the birdcage and closed the door of the "Enlightenment Palace", the hall suddenly darkened.

Perhaps because the palace maid brought the wind when she closed the door, the candle flame on the bronze lamp of the jade tree shook slightly, and under the fluttering shadow of the lamp, the shadow of the old witch official seemed more and more rickety.

Needles can be heard in the hall.

After a long time, An Jun put the medicine soup on the head of the bed and asked, "Is it the second or the third?" ”

The old witch's eyelids jumped, he thought for a while, and replied: "Back to the king, on the day of the incident, the old minister ordered someone to detain the chariot and the craftsman of the Sona Lu country, but I don't want to, but the craftsman of the Nalu country has left Shaotai a few days ago, and his whereabouts are still unknown. ”

An Jun said coldly: "Have you tested the pass plate?" ”

"Nobody."

The old witch continued: "After that, the old minister did not dare to be suspicious, so he examined the horse's corpse again, but accidentally found this thing. He took out a small cloth bag from his arms and handed it to An Jun respectfully.

"Dragongrass Grass!"

An Jun uncovered the cloth bag, which was covered with a layer of light brown powder, and when he sniffed it slightly, his face was extremely cold.

This is an extremely precious medicinal material, rare to see in a hundred years, whether it is ancient witchcraft or now the doctor will worship it as a treasure, and it also has a effect, that is, the training of beasts, any ferocious beast in front of it will be messed up, just a leaf, or a nail powder, can make the beast bow its head, if it is excessive, it will make it crazy!

Who is it?

Do you want the life of the son of the world, or the life of the king?

An Jun's face became gloomy.