The lack of moon sycamore, every year is the same, and it has also fought against the enemy. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Jin Ge wolf smoke, tranquil and grandiose, Huatang always envy Cui Weihou.

The daughter's ambition and husband's feelings are not sorrowful through the ages.

Fan Lijin gun, how can he let Xu Mei and leave Erlang to go upstairs alone.

- "Beiming Epic: Remembering Qin and Qing Dynasty"

In the streets and alleys, the crowd gathered because of the lantern festival in the five cities, and frightened by the continuous loud noises and sky-high fires, seemed to follow the mudslide under the mudslide, and the entire street and alley trampled chaotically, pushing and pushing Sangsang, and the Imperial Forest Army who hurriedly maintained order lost its hesitation.

Ever since I heard the first explosion, I had doubts in my heart, a sound so familiar to me that it was impossible for me to say that it was the unfortunate ignition of a fireworks battle or the accidental misdrainage of an object in my home.

That was the sound of the explosion of the mercury fire oil that the sailor had added for the new ship, because I had witnessed the power of this new fire oil countless times, I really didn't dare to think about what kind of scene Qin Qing was like now.

I am not a civil official leader like Fu Shao, who has always been high-minded, and I have seen too many tricks and perfunctory tricks, and almost when Co Boliang still says some evasive and trivial remarks, I am not afraid to look at the reality of everything with the worst malice.

Based on the loud noise of the explosion at that time and the light that could cause a sensation in the whole city, I really can't believe what the situation will be like in the backyard where the explosion occurred, and the so-called "most of the people in the front yard who have evacuated safely" sailors and people in the palace, I have no doubt about everyone's injuries and the current tragic situation.

Beiming established the country by law, and according to the law, if such an incident occurs, the limit of the number of casualties will determine the nature of the accident, and the person directly responsible for the accident, and what kind of punishment Ke Boliang and others will receive.

In accordance with the usual approach, officials with different positions will choose to make statements based on their own positions:

In order to avoid responsibility and punishment, as long as the death is not confirmed on the spot, it will never be used as the death number, and even in order to reduce the death number, the dead body is thrown into the fire as missing;

On the one hand, the amount of comfort provided to the affected civilians is as low as possible, and on the other hand, they are begging for more money to be distributed and profiting from it.

Naturally, there are also a small number of scoundrel civilians who go around preaching about the lack of compensation and the pain of their families, but the purpose is only to bargain with the officials in the aftermath and get more compensation.

And those who died, those ordinary people who were kind and would not make trouble, seemed to be fish on the chopping block at all times, their blood and tears in exchange for public opinion and sympathy, and then they fed the rucksacks of the aftermath officials and scoundrels......

I am not a cynical young man, I never make unnecessary complaints about things that I am powerless to change, however, at this moment, I am really worried about Qin Qing's life.

My reason tells me too vividly that if there is already a burst of amalgami oil, then the explosion will inevitably repeat and continue, and the explosion will release all kinds of harmful and even deadly ashes and gases that are used to consume more available manpower on the battlefield with Luo Wei, and it is an invisible blade that kills people.

The horses were long out of use, and I was trying to separate the crowd in the hustle and bustle of the bazaar, when I was afraid that another sound would burst in my ears, and the sound would like to shake my heart, urging my whole body to suck and suck my whole body.

Slowly moving, one arm grabbed me, dragged me out of the crowd with all my strength, slipped to one side of the corner of the wall and stood still, through the moonlight and the sky of lights and smoke, I saw Huang Chun's face, without waiting for me to ask, he pulled me straight to the door of the "Chunhe Building".

"If you want to save people, it's best to wake up Kong Lifei first," he didn't explain the unnecessary nonsense, but only stated it loudly with me word by word, "It sounds like yellow mercury oil, ordinary extinguishing tools can't work, Kong Lifei is in charge of all the important objects of the Soldiers' Division, and the mercury oil is he is responsible for supervising and supervising, only he knows best what is the most effective way to fight, it is difficult to walk before the street is sealed horizontally and vertically, so it is better to find a way to sober up Kong Lifei first." ”

While following him, stepping on the thick brocade carpet of "Chunhe Building" and walking up the cypress staircase, I pondered his words in my heart, and when I was helpless, I had already seen Kong Lifei drunk at the round table with kingfisher carved gold inlaid with Persian rosewood.

"With such a loud noise, he is still drunk, what kind of drinking method must this be?" I lifted Kong Lifei's head and leaned over, then took the gold and enamel snuff box in Huang Chun's hand, put the snuff box under Kong Lifei's nose, and kept shaking it to evaporate the smell, while asking Huang Chun, "Why did you leave the house, and how did you know that Kong Lifei was here?" ”

Huang Chun greeted my suspicious and even somewhat disgusted look, and said helplessly: "It's not your blessing, go to my place to make a scene, and break up my cards, Wang Geng doesn't know where to go, and he told the eldest princess to go to me again."

At this time, the explosion of the half-city is a sensation, can the eldest princess not send someone out to find someone? Coincidentally, I came to find Wang Geng, but I saw that Kong Lifei was drunk and all the guests in the building had run away, and he was still here alone.

Through the window on the second floor, I saw you again, looking at your look, I must be preparing to go to Princess Yaoyue's mansion to put out the fire, I just kindly told you, so as not to make you take a detour, what good will it do me. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but want to accuse him again: If it weren't for you Huang Chun snatching love, how could a person like Kong Lifei get drunk like this? Besides, how much can you believe the words of a treacherous conspirator like Huang Chun, and what do you want to do, how can I infer that I can infer that I have a military general?

But when I think of the so-called reverse book written by Jing Jinzhishui, the unheard of silk book that claims to be a "republican", even if it is not Huang Chun's malicious blame, it has long been inextricably linked to him, and it is not a day or two that he deliberately wants to drag me into the water.

He is young and vigorous, and he has a great ideal of his family and country, but I just want to live my own happy and happy life, how can I easily wade through this troubled water, even if the idea is good, it is just a spark that is far away and cannot be found, or less to provoke Huang Chun.

Thinking of this, I swallowed the meaningless words, just pointed to the Dingyao teacup on the table in front of him and said, "He seems to have some reaction, you pour a glass of water." ”

Huang Chunquan didn't mind my various complexions, so he just went straight over and poured water, sent it to Kong Lifei, helped Kong Lifei to come to his senses with me, and fed him some water, and then began to talk about today's major events and current situations.

Although Kong Lifei's face was pale, he quickly understood the root cause of the matter, he staggered to his feet, waved his hands and feet in the air twice, and almost fell, and Huang Chun stepped forward to help him, he showed a hundred complicated and tangled expressions on his face, looked at Huang Chun again, and said thank you softly, and then said to me: "Without further ado, I will go to the War Division to get the condensing feng shui and the fine oil car, and bring it with the people, you go to the princess's mansion first to see how the situation is on Qin Qing's side." ”

I was grateful, but I couldn't bear to look at his face, so I said: "That's it, I'm tired of Huang Chun helping you to go to the War Division together, I think of Qing'er in my heart, so I'll go to the princess's mansion first,"

After speaking, he looked at Huang Chun again, bowed and said, "Please." ”

Huang Chun didn't mean to embarrass me, only nodded in agreement. The three of them stumbled to the corner of the street, and then went their separate ways.

……

Qin Qing and Zhu Yinghong saw that the people who were still drinking together withdrew one by one, all covered in blood, and Wang Geng was even more choked to the point of coma, and the servants who escaped by luck were all difficult to get up and stand.

The fire was raging, stretching to the two streets and alleys in the leeward, and the explosion was more like igniting the yellow mercury oil used in the battlefield, and the situation was incompatible, so the two of them dragged off their coats and wet them, and wrapped their mouths and noses layer by layer, and one person dragged a water hose into the backyard to find Princess Yaoyue and Prince Jing's son.

Through the pungent purple smoke, the two soon couldn't find each other's direction, and when they touched the backyard, it was almost completely a sea of fire, how could they set foot on it? The huge light came, Qin Qing's body tightened, and she wanted to look inward while prostrating, but she faintly felt a violent boiling wave of qi under her, lifting her whole person into the clouds.

Looks like tiny raindrops? Or is it like the sunset petals falling down on her side of the blood rain, the firelight in the depths of consciousness as if to wrap her with a mellow breath. The dark and lonely boulder was like cotton surrounding it, and there was a brilliant light on it, and the successive explosions were gradually moving away, or was her hearing a little sluggish?

She seemed to be higher and farther away in the sky, the slight sound of the wind in her ears, still the green appearance when she first met, he and her, a tear fell from the corner of her eye, and the teardrop seemed to be the last beat of suffocation in her heart.

She knew he was going to be sad.

So did she.

She didn't know that he would be sad for the rest of his life.

Fire and darkness finally engulfed her.

She also became a name for the "missing" in the fire that night.

The ashes are gone, and the sky is unkind.

……

Although Suzaku Terrace was rebuilt after the Pengcheng Rebellion, it is still prosperous and splendid, allowing the vicissitudes of reality to be manipulated by reality, and eternally cold-eyed bystanders.

It rained in the second half of the night, but it was not a heavy rain, just a little bit of it, sparse and sparse, and lonely could not cover the scorched earth of the princess's mansion and its long street connected to it behind the ashes.

The umbrella crown cover surrounded by the cluster, faintly visible in the drizzle, that is the Luan of Song Guifei Niangniang, there is a pattern of Feng Laiyi with a careful silk double embroidery, mixed with the scorching Luo Wei tribute fluorescent silk thread flashed a little spotted, like tears like rain of the slightly, the group of people caged in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River step by step, until they came to the ruins and ashes depths.

And on the side of the Vermilion Bird Tower, Changhong was lying on the waves, and on the towering astrological platform of Ling Ran, Fang Juncheng's red and swollen eyes were as if blood was spurting out.

He grabbed Fu Shao's arm next to him with one hand, as if he hated himself and others, and for a moment he felt that something was bursting from his chest, and the blood gushed all over his body, and he gasped desperately, so it was easy to suppress everything in his heart, and then he turned around and said: "Come with me." ”

Fu Shao lowered his eyes, only answered "yes", and slowly followed behind Fang Juncheng, his natural peace and gentleness seemed to have a magical sense of healing, as if he was here, it was a great comfort and calmness for the palace maids and guards who were worried about Fang Juncheng's surroundings, looking at each other, and fearing that a mistake would be punished.

When I arrived at the military affairs office, the inside and outside of the hall were already brightly lit. On and under the corridor of the outer hall, there is a row of large gilt enamel copper incense burners with animal rings, reflecting the hazy rain and mist, the red light presses the blue fireworks and melts, not long after, the chain of the self-striking bell in the northwest corner is rattling, the door is opened, the small puppet of less than three inches moves out, bends the knee luggage, and writes the auspicious sentence of greeting on the sand table, only to retreat, the self-striking bell rings three times, ugly over the beginning of Yin, and the afterglow is deep.

With Zhong Ming, Yan Shanchang took Kong Lifei, together with Wang Geng, who was in a mess before he had a clean face, and saluted together.

The three of them lowered their heads, and none of them spoke first, only hearing Fang Juncheng's breath and the sound of sputum snoring in his throat, which were distinct in this night.

After a while, Fu Shao took a look at a few people, then at Fang Juncheng, and after asking for a touch of acquiescence in Fang Juncheng's eyes with his eyes, he opened his mouth and asked with an appropriate amount of tension and concern: "How is the scene?" Are you all right? ”

As he spoke, he lightly looked at Wang Geng's angry face dyed with smoke and dust, which was extremely inappropriate, but on his stunning face, it only showed a kind of loyalty and innocence of a child's heart.

Yan Shanchang tried to calm himself, the second-grade supplement gown behind him was already soaked with sweat, sticking to his back, and he was cold and hot for a while, he mustered up his courage and handed over a book that had been listed in front of Fu Shao.

Fu Shaowen took it, didn't look at it, and only presented it to Fang Juncheng with both hands.

In the middle of the sound, Fang Juncheng took over the music with a trembling that was extremely restrained, his eyes were everywhere, and the fierce hatred seemed to erase all his anger, and finally, he couldn't restrain himself from smashing the music straight down, and the whole person was like a flying eagle fluttering down, just falling......