Three days later, the marching ceremony, the current saint Qi Bingyu personally rewarded the soldiers of the three armies on the Ming platform, and used it to make a trip, wishing that the wind and rain would be smooth, and the country and the people would be safe.

The 100,000 troops are all ready to stand in the Mingtai school yard waiting for the emperor's review, and the 100,000 good sons and daughters each hold their heads up, heroic and cool, like arrows ready to be launched, and look like they are bound to win.

Qi Jingqin was majestic and wore the banner of a marshal and rode a high-headed horse at the forefront of the army, and Liang Fengmian escorted him behind him.

"The emperor has arrived—" Gonggong He shouted.

The 100,000 troops all knelt down with their fists clenched: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live—"

Its sound resounded through the sky and shook the heavens and the earth.

Qi Bingyu and the royal family stood on the Ming platform, looking at the 100,000 male soldiers in the school with pride, this is the pride of the Celestial Empire and the future of the Celestial Empire.

"All the ministers are flat!" Qi Bingyu said loudly.

"Emperor Xie—"

Qi Bingyu, Xia Rongxin, Qi Jingyang, Zhao Peiyu, Qi Wangshu, and Liang Huanqing all stood on the Ming Platform in court clothes, overlooking the 100,000 warriors.

"Forty-six years of the Celestial Empire! Da Liang Wei invaded the border of my Celestial Empire, plundered and killed the people of my Celestial Empire, and now Cangzhou is lost! The fall of Shanzhou! I hereby invite you to go to war in Shanzhou, take away my lost land, raise the prestige of our country, and calm the shame of my great power! I can't bow down to it, but I hope that the generals will return triumphantly! I! Waiting for you here! Qi Bingyu's words were sonorous and emotional, and when it came to emotion, he repeatedly slapped the railing.

The horn sounded, the incense platform set up by Qin Tianjian had been placed on the incense table, and the 100,000 troops were all holding dishes and pouring spirits, and they raised the wine bowl together with Qi Bingyu and roared: "Minister! Definitely live up to the mission! ”

Then he raised his head and drank the liquor, and threw the dishes to the ground hard, 100,000 dishes fell to the ground, and its sound resounded through the sky, and the soldiers seemed to pour all their resentment against Da Liang into it, and smashed it to the ground, breaking into ten pieces and eight pieces.

Qi Bingyu's eyes were red, he looked at these high-spirited soldiers, his expression was proud and proud, he believed that these soldiers would definitely be able to return triumphantly, and at that time, the Celestial Empire would be able to be ashamed!

"Your Majesty! An army of 100,000 has been assembled! Waiting for the emperor's will! Qi Jingqin shouted loudly.

"Let's go!"

Qi Bingyu gave an order, the sound of trumpets and war drums resounded through the world, the military flag and banner fluttered under the Ming platform, Qi Jingqin looked up at Qi Bingyu on the Ming platform, his eyes were as firm as a torch.

Qi Bingyu also looked at Qi Jingqin and cast a trusting gaze.

Xia Rongxin stood beside the emperor to serve the soldiers of the three armies, which should have been the honor of the queen, but now the emperor asked her to do it for her, which means that the emperor has acquiesced to her as the queen, but she is missing a title. But she doesn't care about these now, she holds back her tears, on such a solemn occasion, she must show a dignified and atmospheric demeanor of the mother of the country, so as not to lose to Lu Fushuang, who is sleeping in the imperial mausoleum.

How worried she is about Qi Jingqin, people's hearts are flesh and blood, Xia Rongxin is also a human being, as Qi Jingqin's mother, watching Qi Jingqin go to the battlefield, how worried she must be.

Qi Wangshu stepped forward and patted Xia Rongxin's back quietly, comforting her silently, but in Qi Wangshu's opinion, on the Ming Stage, the most worried person should be Princess Jing Liang Huanqing.

Liang Huanqing stood on the platform with a dignified atmosphere, her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked at the 100,000 army in the school field with a solemn face, her eyes were locked on Liang Fengmian and Qi Jingqin, the two most important men in her life, and now she wanted her to see them go to the battlefield with her own eyes to face the ever-changing danger.

Liang Fengmian looked up at Liang Huanqing on the Ming platform, he was very worried that after he left, what would Liang Huanqing do if something happened.

Liang Huanqing looked at Liang Fengmian, she believed that her father would definitely return safely, it was like this in the past: as long as Liang Fengmian played, that battle was destined to be a complete victory.

But despite this, Liang Huanqing can't help but worry in his heart, now that his father is old, can he still be the same as when he was young?

Two lines of tears burst out of her eyes, she raised her hand to gently wipe away the tears, and took a step back, not wanting her father to see her tears again.

Qi Jingqin's handsome flag was hung up, and a huge "Qi" character fluttered in the wind on the flag.

He turned his horse's head and was about to walk out of the Xuanwu Gate of the Mingtai schoolyard, he looked back at the Mingtai, looked at the concubine and Wangshu, but couldn't see Liang Huanqing, and after looking at it a few more times, he turned around and didn't look back.

Liang Huanqing packed up her emotions and stood up to see the school field, Qi Jingqin and Liang Fengmian both rode their horses and faced Mingtai on their backs, and went towards Xuanwu Gate, she murmured softly: "From beginning to end, you haven't looked at me..."

Qi Wangshu looked at her distressedly, and didn't know what to say.

A long horn sounded, and the 100,000 troops passed through the Xuanwu Gate slowly and orderly in the sound of trumpets and war drums.

When Qi Jingqin and Liang Fengmian rode through the Xuanwu Gate, the spiritual drum used for the festival on the Ming Platform sounded in an orderly manner.

A giant drum platform that is only one meter lower than the Ming Platform was pushed out from under the Ming Platform, and eleven young women were now dressed in red clothes covering their faces, turning into saints, dancing softly and lightly, and sonorous and powerful, they danced their sleeves to beat the war drums around the drum platform, and the sound was loud, echoing over the school field, and the strength was not inferior to that of the soldiers.

This is a ritual of blessing before the march, and women dance on war drums to play music.

Under the leadership of his generals, the 100,000 army walked by the drum platform and walked towards the Xuanwu Gate without stopping.

I saw a woman, barefoot and white, walking on the drum platform step by step, with light steps, and lotus every step.

The woman wore her long hair and walked up to the top of the big drum.

The war drum is light and thin, but people can make a huge sound when they step on it, every time before the march, the people who can dance on it are light and graceful women, every step is extremely exquisite, a dance down, the footsteps are turned into drums, shocking the world.

The goddess who danced on the drum last time was already old and decrepit, and now no one can dance on that thin drum.

The woman in white stepped on the giant drum, and she made a loud noise, and she was barefoot on the drum, and her body was light and empty, and she landed in the center of the drum.

The eleven red-clothed saints under the seat all cooperated with her on the ground, and the snare drums were deafening.

The woman in white is like a fairy, standing proudly in the world, like a fairy descending to earth, which makes people dare not look at it.

Dressed in white and floating in the wind, a long hair pouring down, purple shirts like flowers, long swords win snow, indescribably beautiful and elegant, noble and vulgar.

As soon as she turned, her long hair obscuring her face, her steps turned sharply, and the drums followed her steps.

The sound of war drums was endless, and the high fighting spirit in the hearts of the 100,000 soldiers became more and more intense with the drums under her feet.

There is a tendency that Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

The woman on the drum dances like a frightening wave, graceful like a swimming dragon, the fairy robe flutters like a light cloud, a song and dance is suspended, the woman's footsteps stop, and the drum also stops abruptly.

She lowered her head to the Ming Tai, and she stood on the war drums, standing with the Ming Tai, facing the royal family.

The soldiers on the school field also stopped marching as her drumming stopped, and they all looked up at the woman on the drum platform, wanting to see her face.

A gust of wind blew, blowing her hair hanging down her temples, blowing her fluttering sleeves like a fairy robe, the woman raised her head and faced Qi Bingyu directly, she smiled, as warm as the spring sun.

Qi Bingyu's pupils dilated, his body involuntarily approached the fence, his eyes were moist, his expression was surprised, and he muttered: "Fushuang..."

Xia Rongxin couldn't help but be shocked, suddenly, she saw the figure of the dead Lu Fushuang from the dancing goddess, and when she heard Qi Bingyu involuntarily say that name, she was even more shocked and couldn't close her mouth.

Qi Jingyang, who was chatting in every way on the side, saw the woman in white with fluttering clothes on the drum platform in the distance, and couldn't help but move forward, he wanted to take a closer look, who was so similar to his dead queen mother, but this scene also reminded him of the queen mother who died tragically on that rainy night...