Yesterday, after the lord of Roland County was forcibly sent back to his residence by several chamberlains, she was guarded by those chamberlains and was not allowed to leave the courtyard, that is, there was a reception banquet today, and she was forcibly taken out by her brother Heru.

Just now, she quietly followed Jun Ran and them over, and stood here watching them all the time.

Feng Yan is undoubtedly the most outstanding one among the crowd!

He was lightning fast as he glided on the ice; He is unstoppable when he surpasses the others; His archery skills are superb!

He is a true young warrior, whether it is wrestling, scimitar, or ice play on this ice, everything is outstanding, and Feng Yan is too good.

Such a Feng Yan can choose a better wife, just like in their Baichuan grassland, the best men will choose the best girls' families!

A person like Duanmu Fei, who can only be opportunistic, is not worthy of Feng Yan at all!

Lord Roland clenched her fists and wanted to walk out of the pavilion, but she was grabbed by her wrist by Heru beside her.

"Roland, don't worry." Heru said softly and comfortably, "If you really like Feng Gongzi, then ask your father to ask for a decree, and you can compete for marriage with the fourth girl of Duanmu openly." ”

Lord Roland turned his head to look at Heru, and two flames seemed to be lit in his eyes.

My brother's idea is good!

Once she has the emperor's will, she wants to see if Duanmu Fei dares to perfunctory herself, she will definitely win!

Lord Roland's originally tightly knit brows finally relaxed, and when Heru saw this, he also smiled, and pulled his sister to walk in the other direction, "Roland, let's go back to the table first." ”

Lord Roland answered, and as he left, he couldn't help but look back at the lake again.

The situation on the ice was changing rapidly, Feng Yan was still far ahead, but Han Xing had to pause for a moment because she was dodging a stray arrow, and in just this short moment, she was overtaken by Wuyang and Mu Huachang in the rear and fell to the rear.

Almost at the same moment, Feng Yan at the forefront passed through the gate with a momentum like a bamboo, and then he put three arrows on his bow at once and turned back sharply.

"Whoosh", three arrows came out in a row, one arrow hit the celestial sphere, one arrow hit the earth, and the last arrow directly broke the hanging line of the celestial sphere.

Jun Ran, who was chasing after him, jumped lightly from the falling celestial sphere, and the second passed through the gate, but unfortunately, he only had the earth left to shoot.

Feng Yan won! Lord Roland smiled with a smile on his lips, his eyes shining, and turned back to keep up with his brother's pace.

"Feng Gongzi, you win...... No, we won! ”

Duanmu Fei applauded Feng Yan again and again, smiled with crooked eyebrows, and said in his heart: Playing with Feng Yan is fun, you can win anything you play, and you don't suffer at all.

Wuyang looked at the last Han Xing who slipped out of the formation, and said to Jun Ran with a smile: "Ah Ran, this palace is waiting for you and Han Xing to invite us to drink in Yunting Restaurant!" ”

Although Jun Ran lost, he was not depressed, he still smiled, and slowly shook the folding fan and said: "Once the word is out, the horse is difficult to chase, rest assured, this son will not be repaid." ”

Han Xing also chimed in: "When you return to Beijing, the palace will go to Yunting Restaurant to book a seat, and you are not allowed not to come!" ”

The others all responded in unison, laughing and joking with each other for a while, Mu Youjing reminded: "It's almost time, let's go back to the banquet." ”

They had been having fun for a long time, and only now did they slowly remember that the reception banquet was not over yet.

After changing back into their original shoes, the group walked in the direction of the banquet hall without hurrying.

The cold wind of Layue was still there, revealing a biting chill, but they had just played with ice, and they were all refreshed, their bodies were hot, and they didn't feel cold at all.

Along the way, everyone talked and laughed in twos and threes.

"Jun Shizi, Ling Zun hasn't returned to Beijing from Yuzhou yet, right?" Mu Youjing walked beside Jun Ran and talked to him with a smile, "Since Ling Zun took over the conscription matter, in the past six months, the conscription affairs have been in good order, and the father and emperor have also praised him. ”

Mu Youjing obviously showed his intimacy, Jun Ran seemed to be unaware, casually fanned the folding fan, and said casually: "Your Highness has won the award." ”

Mu Youjing didn't care, and he didn't expect King Jian's father and son to stand in line easily, he just seized the opportunity to show his goodwill.

He still smiled as kindly as a spring breeze, and said as he walked: "Jun Shizi is polite." In the whole Dasheng, no one knows that Ling Zun is brave and good at fighting, and he is a hero of the world. There is a way that the sword is matched with a hero, and the palace recently got a pair of rare treasure knives, which happened to be given to Ling Zun and the prince, and it can be regarded as finding a good home for this treasure knife. ”

Mu Youjing's words were high-sounding, and Wuyang and Hanxing in front naturally heard it, and the sisters exchanged a look with a smile.

Jun Ran didn't have a hard time with the baby he was given, so he didn't refuse: "Then I'll thank Your Highness for my father's kindness." ”

As he spoke, the banquet hall appeared in front of him, and there was a bustle and noise inside, and the guests had been drinking for several rounds.

From time to time, people came in and out of the table, or to change clothes, or to blow the wind, the return of Feng Yan and Duanmu Fei did not attract much attention, but a few princes and princesses attracted the guests to take a few more looks.

Feng Yan and Duanmu Fei walked straight towards Anping's seat, not noticing that the Lord of Roland not far away was staring at them intently.

Lord Roland clenched his fists, suddenly stood up, and said loudly in a grand voice: "Guests, please listen to me. ”

As soon as she said this, there was silence for a moment.

Lord Roland looked around the crowd generously, put his right palm on his heart and saluted, and then said: "It's rare for everyone to gather together today, so my brother and I will perform a knife dance for everyone, okay?" ”

"Good! So much better! ”

Immediately, a middle-aged man with a beard stroked his palms and agreed, and the others also said hello in unison.

Those tribal princes and family members didn't think there was anything wrong with the lord of Roland's self-invitation, but felt that they could be lively, but the expressions of those noble ladies and sons were a little subtle, and they looked at each other secretly.

In their Central Plains, what a maiko did to dance, and who would take the initiative to ask for a dance for everyone at a banquet?!

This barbarian is indeed a barbarian! A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of some of the ladies in Beijing, and they looked away.

Under the scorching gaze of everyone, Lord Roland and the Heru siblings each came to the center of the hall with a scimitar.

Lord Roland was obviously prepared, and soon two shirtless bearded men came in with a red drum and set the heavy drum aside, one of whom grasped two drumsticks with both hands and stood behind the drum to get ready.

After Lord Roland made a gesture to the bearded man, the man raised the drumstick in his right hand and resolutely hammered it down against the drumstick.

"Boom!"

The drumming sounded like thunder, as if it had struck heavily on the hearts of the people.

At the same time, Heru and Lord Roland waved their scimitars and began to dance, chopping, slashing, teasing, picking, intercepting, and pushing...... They seem to be performing a set of knife techniques, and they seem to be dancing with knives, Heru is masculine, Roland is feminine.

Every swing of the siblings is perfectly blended with the rhythm of the drums, adding a murderous atmosphere to this sword dance that combines strength and softness.

The brother and sister seem to be perfectly integrated together as the poles of yin and yang, and the wonderful knife dance is dizzying.

This knife dance is the dance that has been passed down for hundreds of years in the Baichuan people, majestic and high-spirited, with the unique enthusiasm and excitement of the grassland people, it is the people of the Baichuan people who evolved from hunting and war, the people of the Baichuan people usually perform this dance in the sacrifice and grand celebrations, and it is also to inspire the people not to forget the glory left by their ancestors.

In their Baichuan clan, not everyone can dance this knife dance well, if a girl's family can't learn the knife technique first, she will only dance indecently, and even accidentally hurt herself.

The reason why Roland chose this sword dance was to let Feng Yan see with his own eyes how good she was.

She is not like Duanmu Fei, who will only drag Feng Yan back, she can be his help...... She knew that Feng Yan was more suitable for the vast sky of the Northwest Grassland, rather than the square inch of the capital!

"Boom!"

With the heavy sound of the drum, the lord of Roland County swung another knife, like a frightening and imposing rainbow, exuding a mysterious and unrestrained temperament.

This sword dance is so exciting! Duanmu Fei looked at Heru and Lord Roland with burning eyes, almost reluctant to blink, she had never seen this kind of sword dance with alien customs before.

Looking at Duanmu Fei's focused side face, An Ping and Feng Yan's mother and son quietly exchanged glances with each other, both of them were like great enemies.

It's not good, I can't let Scarlet (Zhen Zhen) watch it anymore......

An Ping's eyes flashed, he reacted very quickly, raised his hand to support his forehead, and suddenly frowned and said, "The palace is lacking ......."

Feng Yan knew the meaning of the song when he heard it, and hurriedly said: "Mother, I'll send you back to rest." Feng Yan looked at Anping with bright eyes, and only felt that his mother was really clever!

Duanmu Fei was sitting on Anping's left hand, of course he heard it, and he couldn't care about the sword dance of the Lord of Roland anymore, so he hurriedly said to Anping: "Your Highness, I will also send you back together." ”

Duanmu carefully helped Anping to stand up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Wen Wuchen, who was sitting next to him, took this scene into his eyes from beginning to end, let out a silent chuckle from his mouth, and slowly picked up the teacup in front of him. Someone else is drinking, and he is drinking tea.

At this time, there was a warm cheer all around, and the lord of Roland County danced his knife in the field and turned dozens of times in a row, and his body was as light as a swallow and a backflip, landing steadily.

In the applause of everyone, the eyes of Lord Roland were full of water and shining, and the whole person was radiant, as if he was glowing.

Lord Roland smiled confidently, she turned her head to look at Feng Yan with a lower waist movement, only to find that the seat was empty, and Feng Yan and Duanmu Fei were gone.

Lord Roland was stunned, her face instantly darkened, if it hadn't been for Heru pulling her sleeve without a trace, she would have forgotten that she was still dancing.

An Ping, Feng Yan and Duanmu Fei have already left the hall, and they can clearly hear the sound of drums behind them, the sound of scimitars colliding, and the cheers of the guests, and the atmosphere is very lively.

Seeing that Duanmu Fei's expression was still a little unfinished, An Ping remained silent, and commented lightly: "This kind of dance is not atmospheric, but our martial arts in the Central Plains are good-looking!" ”

Feng Yan nodded on the side, deeply convinced. In fact, if Zhen Zhen wants to see the dancing knife, he can show her, his knife skills are much more powerful than Heru's bells and whistles.

Duanmu Fei just pursed her lips and smiled, she felt that in fact, whether it was sword dance or martial arts, they were all quite interesting, and each had its own merits.

An Ping smiled and coaxed: "This palace remembers that when Jiusiban played Mulan, he played with a long knife and kicked a spear, which made it a tiger and a tiger, sometimes flying up and down, moving left and right all the time, that skill, it was really breathtaking, it was not a fist embroidered legs, it was hard work." ”

An Pingkou spoke eloquently, his face was radiant, Duanmu Fei was attracted by her, and his eyes were shining.

Feng Yan took the opportunity to propose: "Zhen Zhen, after returning to Beijing, let Ah Ran invite us to go to Jiusiban to watch the play, okay?" ”

"I haven't been to Jiusiban for a long time, and I think there are a lot of new plays." Duanmu nodded busily, in her opinion, where is it fun to go to the restaurant to drink!

An Ping looked at this pair with a smile, and felt that his stupid son was really getting more and more clever, and he still taught him well!

The three of them talked and laughed and came to the Moon Palace where Anping and Feng Yan temporarily lived.

Duanmufei didn't rush to leave, and sat down in the warm pavilion with Anping and Feng Yan's mother and son.

Ziyue served them tea, and Anping stroked the rim of the cup with the tea lid, and said casually: "The snow scene of Qianya Garden is a must, but unfortunately it has been a little noisy here recently, otherwise you can stay here for a few more days." Thinking of that Heru, Anping felt like a man on his back.

Duanmu nodded with concern, remembering that when he went to Xuefang Garden yesterday to enjoy an ice lantern, someone came to him, but after returning to Beijing, he ......

"It's rare to steal half a day." Duanmu sighed and said, "After returning to Beijing, I am not so idle, and I have to attend classes with my eldest brother every day." ”

Hearing her complain like this, An Ping raised his eyebrows curiously, "Didn't your eldest brother get the head of the court exam?" ”

Duanmufei nodded, and told the Zhang family about recommending Mr. Liu to his family, "...... My eldest brother insisted on taking me with him to Mr. Liu's class every night. Hey, I don't have to take the imperial examination. ”

Duanmu pouted, looking pitiful, she looked so cute, An Ping couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of her hair.

Feng Yan said diligently: "Zhen Zhen, then we will go back to Beijing tomorrow, and I will take you to play ice play again tonight, okay?" ”

As soon as he heard Bing Xi, Duanmu Fei perked up, nodded straight, and talked to An Ping with great interest about their previous game of "Spinning Dragon Shooting" with Jun Ran, Wuyang, and Hanxing, and naturally praised Feng Yan a few words.

An Ping watched his stupid son's tail almost rise to the sky, and laughed so much that his stomach hurt.

The three of them were talking and laughing in the room, and before they knew it, the sun outside began to set in the west, and the cold wind blowing in from the window was a little more chilly.

Ziyue suddenly came in and said, "Your Highness, Childe, there is news from the capital, saying that the emperor is in a bad position." ”

There was silence in the room.

An Ping turned his head and glanced at Feng Yan, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he snorted coldly: "Be a thief with a weak heart!" ”

Duanmu scarlet slapped his heart, emptied his head again, and drank tea silently. Drink tea and drink tea.

What happened after that, Duanmu Fei had almost no impression, anyway, she came to Qianya Garden to eat, drink and have fun.

After a day in Qianyayuan, the next day, that is, on the sixteenth day of the lunar month, Duanmu Fei returned to Beijing with Feng Yan and Anping.

Because the emperor was sick with the dragon, even the early dynasty rested.

The emperor's illness is actually not serious, in the final analysis, he was scared out.

Yesterday morning, after the emperor hurriedly returned to the palace from Qianyayuan, he has been restless, as if he had lost his soul, and he also dropped a tea cup that day, and in the afternoon, the emperor rested for a while, who knew that he fell asleep and was dreaming again and again, sweating profusely. So, the chamberlain urgently summoned the imperial physician into the palace, the imperial physician diagnosed the emperor's pulse, and prescribed a soothing soup, but it was still useless, that night, the emperor still slept unsteadily, and was awakened by nightmares four or five times in a row, and the palace people of the entire heart palace were seven up and eight down, panicked.

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, the lights are bright all night......

"Whew! Call! ”

The emperor sat up from the dragon couch suddenly, sweating profusely, panting heavily, his cloudy eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't know where he was for a while.

It was still dark outside the window, and there were a few palace lamps lit in the room, which were as bright as day.

The chamberlain who almost fell asleep on the side was excited, suddenly woke up, walked to the side of the dragon couch in three steps and two steps, and asked nervously: "Your Majesty, are you okay?" Would you like some warm tea? Do you want to ......?"

The Emperor frowned, waved his hand casually, interrupted the chamberlain, and motioned for him to step aside.

His eyes were half-drooping, staring at the five-clawed golden dragon embroidered on the quilt, and his eyes were bright and dark, flashing like a marquee, a scene from many, many years ago......

Sixteen years ago, the Double Ninth Festival was also the moment before dawn, but it was not as quiet as this moment, the entire palace was filled with the sound of golden iron horses, swords and swords, and burning torches almost dyed the dark night red.

All that remained in the air was the thick smell of blood.

He personally led the troops into the palace, all the way people blocked and killed, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha, surrounded the Qianqing Palace, and reprimanded the emperor's brother for being in the wrong position.

At that point, everyone knew that the overall situation had been decided, the imperial brother was defeated, and the people around him died, injured, and defected, but he still couldn't recognize the reality, and the trapped beast was still fighting, and he went out of the Qianqing Palace to confront himself.

At that time, the forbidden troops beside the imperial brother fell one by one, and in the end, only the imperial brother was left standing alone in front of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, like a lone wolf struggling to the death.

In fact, he didn't plan to kill the imperial brother with his own hands, after all, it would inevitably be a name for killing his brother, which would only make future generations question his reputation.

He had planned to imprison the imperial brother in the cold palace and slowly figure it out......

Who would have thought that the imperial brother would suddenly raise his sword to kill himself, he was so shocked that he hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to stop it, but the imperial brother stabbed with a backhand sword, and the sword stabbed him in the heart instead.

When the sword was drawn, hot blood gushed out of his heart, and he could almost feel the heat of the blood splashing on his face, it was so real......

When the emperor's dream came here, he suddenly woke up.

This dream was his inner demon, and he hadn't had it for a long, long time.

After all, the dream is different from reality, in reality, the sword of the imperial brother finally cut his own neck, and the blood spattered was the imperial brother, not him!

Recalling the past, the emperor's eyes became more gloomy little by little, so gloomy that they seemed to drip water.

Back then, everything was settled with the emperor's brother killing himself.

He rightfully sat on this supreme position, and in a blink of an eye, sixteen years have passed. Obviously, over the years, the court has been stable, the country and the people are safe, and it is an unprecedented prosperity in the Dasheng Dynasty for more than 100 years.

Without him, how could this prosperous Xuanlong era praised by everyone come from, and how could this prosperous world come from!

He thought his exploits were worth the killing...... Doesn't God think he's not done enough?!

Thinking of this possibility, the emperor couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

All this is to blame on Mu Youchang, a rebel!

What if Anping was really quietly worshipping the imperial brother?!

People are dead, people are dying like lights going out, what's the use of worrying about these things?

If it weren't for that rebel, he wouldn't have opened that Buddha shrine and alarmed the gods, and God must have thought that he was too narrow-minded and would be angry!

The smoothness of these ten years was ruined by the impulse of this rebel!

The Emperor's heart was heavy, almost breathless, and his eyes were as dark as a boundless hell.

At this moment, a feminine and familiar male voice came from outside the dormitory: "Xiao Guzi, is the emperor awake?" ”

Ah Yin!

Hearing Cen Yin's unhurried voice, the emperor's heart relaxed a little, and asked the attendant who was waiting on the side: "Why is Ah Yin still there?" ”

The chamberlain replied respectfully: "Because the emperor is unwell, Lord Cen is not at ease, so he has been guarding outside." ”

As he spoke, Cen Yin, dressed in a red unicorn robe, walked into the dormitory, walked straight to the dragon couch, and saluted the emperor.

The soft candlelight wrapped a soft glow around Cen Yin's body, making him look more and more beautiful, as beautiful as the person in the painting.

"Your Majesty, do you want to pass on the imperial doctor?" Cen Yin asked in a gentle tone, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, like the spring breeze with the fragrance of bamboo.

The emperor rubbed his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "No need, I ...... It's just annoying. ”

The room fell silent, except for the sound of the Emperor's heavy breathing echoing in the silent air.

Cen Yin didn't urge, he stood quietly aside, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, almost invisible.

The candle flame jumped uneasily, and the light in the room was bright and dark, reflecting the faces of Cen Yin and the emperor a little strangely.

Suddenly, the emperor lifted his eyelids, raised his eyes to look at Cen Yin, and spoke again: "Ah Yin, Emperor Taizu issued an edict back then, how was it recorded in the history of the country?" ”

The so-called national history refers to the history of this generation, the emperor has his own historian to record the "living note", the national history is good and evil must be remembered, in order to avoid the king tampering with history, generally speaking, the king is not allowed to read the national history.

Cen Yin replied respectfully: "Back to the emperor, the history of the country praises Emperor Taizu for his strict self-discipline, hard work, and dedication to the dawn of the world. ”

After Cen Yin's words fell, the surroundings fell silent again.

The emperor pursed his lips and was silent, his thick eyelashes fanned slightly like a moth, leaving a deep shadow on his cheeks, and looking at his face sinking like water, a gloomy aura naturally emanated.

The chamberlains on the side waited by the emperor's side every day, and they were accustomed to observing words and feelings, even if the emperor did not speak, they could feel that the emperor was not in a good mood at the moment. The chamberlain held his breath, trying to act as if he didn't exist.

Cen Yin's head was lowered slightly, Zhu Ran's lips were slightly upturned in places where the emperor couldn't see, and his deep and narrow eyes shone with a ghostly light.

"The minister remembers Zheng Gaozu of the previous dynasty and Wei Xuanzong of the former dynasty...... As far as Yu and Tang, they have also issued an edict against themselves. Cen Yin said again as if unintentionally.

The corners of the emperor's mouth tightened, but he still didn't speak, one hand subconsciously pinched the brocade quilt in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand bulged.

"Emperor Taizu, Zheng Gaozu, and Wei Xuanzong are all ancient emperors, for the sake of the world, for the people, self-examination and self-examination!" Cen Yin raised his eyes and looked at a calligraphy and painting hanging in the dormitory, on which a sentence was written: Generosity can be tolerated, and the world is intolerable.

This painting is from the hand of Emperor Taizu.

The emperor also followed Cen Yin's gaze and looked at the calligraphy and painting, looking stunned, and muttered to himself: "Yes, for the sake of the people......"

His eyes flickered, and the voice quickly disappeared between his lips and teeth.