"Can't guess." Chu Xiao secretly clenched the sword at his waist, "But I guess there will be a good fight." ”

Pang Rui shrunk his neck, "You be quiet!" How many of us beat people in such a big group? What do you think? ”

Chu Xiao pointed to his chest, "It's stuffy here, I want to get angry." ”

Song Zhiming pulled Chu Xiao by the hand, "Shao'an, don't be impatient, when the old emperor of Western Chu comes, I'm afraid that we won't be able to fight if we don't want to." ”

Su Yuzhe listened to the words of the three of them, and said disapprerovitically: "The way to use the army, attack the heart first, and attack the city first." Psychological warfare is the top, and military warfare is the bottom. ”

What do you mean?

The three tiger generals looked at each other.

"I understand! It means that you don't have to fight, outwit! Yun Huang smiled evilly, "I have a way!" If it is really the old emperor of Western Chu who comes, I have a way to let him throw himself into the net! Give Han Qingyong a salary draw! ”

Su Yuzhe touched the back of Yunhuang's head, "Smart, talented." ”

The tortoiseshell god will lick his paws, not saying a word, with a leisurely expression.

At this time, a group of monks carried a square flat square table filled with gold and silver to the high platform in front of the hall, and another monk placed a circular Buddhist altar on the high platform.

For each object, the monks had to fold their hands and pray for a moment before retreating, and the next step was taken by the group that came later, slowly and solemnly.

This time, eight monks carried four gilded poles up to the high platform, inserted the poles into the four corners of the altar, and held up purple canopies, and then someone stepped forward and placed flowers in full bloom all around it.

"Why does it look like it's going to be a martial arts competition?"

The more Song Zhiming looked at it, the more wrong it became.

"Well, yes."

Pang Rui agrees.

As soon as the two finished speaking, they saw fifty or sixty monks come out and stand around the Buddhist altar, and the musicians on both sides of the stone steps who had already been ready began to play and sing, and the monks sang in unison.

At the same time, two groups of heavily armed soldiers walked to the platform in unison and stood straight around the platform, and the onlookers were all silent, their eyes full of awe.

"The old emperor is coming out." Su Yuzhe pulled Yunhuang's hand and whispered, "You are really the king's lucky general, we came just in time." ”

Yun Huang turned his head and smiled at him, then turned his head to look at the high platform again.

Su Yuzhe was dazzled by her smile, and it took a long time to look away.

I saw four elderly monks dressed in bright yellow robes leading the left and right, and Han Chaozhang, the emperor of Western Chu, who was wearing a blue and yellow woven dragon robe and a crown, walked out with a solemn face under the support of a group of important ministers and soldiers, and walked straight to the main seat on the right and sat down.

Han Chaozhang is forty-five or sixteen years old, with tiger eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, quite a royal style.

He looked down on the audience, as if he was satisfied with everything in order, and nodded at the mage who had already stood up from the vermilion lacquer throne.

The Venerable Master leaned over and picked up a basin of water next to the vermilion lacquer throne, walked to the altar, and dipped his other hand in the water and sprinkled it around the altar.

At the same time, the drums sounded in unison, and the monks sang more energetically, humming loudly.

At this time, a young woman walked out of the hall, covered her face with a light veil, dressed in red and hung colors, with a graceful posture, holding a three-color ball in her hand, and slowly walked up to the Buddhist altar with the support of two palace maids.

After bowing to the woman, the mage gently dipped the holy water on the woman's forehead and the palms of her two hands.

When he had done this, the mage put down the basin, folded his hands and chanted a few verses, then turned and walked back to the vermilion throne.

The woman stood quietly on the altar and lifted her slender jade hand to gently lift the veil......

The originally quiet crowd in the audience was like a whirlwind, and a sigh and cheer of anticipation instantly sounded.

"It seems that General Song and General Pang guessed correctly, and Princess Xichu threw a colorful ball to invite her relatives. Su Yuzhe, you can be honest with me for a while, but you are not allowed to rob it! ”

Yun Huang stared at the woman who slowly lifted the veil, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

"Hmm. I took your hand with one hand and put my arm around your waist with the other, and I didn't have the hand to grab it. Pang Rui, you rob, you can't grab it, you can't give it food! ”

Su Yuzhe is happy and blames others.

Pang Rui shouted bitterly, "I won't rob, let General Song rob!" ”

Song Zhiming glanced at him, "I want to grab it, there are too many tall people around, and I can't grab it!" Chu Xiao, you rob! ”

Chu Xiao glanced at Song Zhiming, and said nothing, which means that I don't care if any of you like to rob whoever you like.

This side is pushing, but there are crowds of people all around, and countless middle-aged men are scrambling to stretch out their arms and wave eagerly at the women on the Buddhist altar.

The woman finally lifted her veil.

It can't be said that there is a beautiful face, kind eyebrows, and unique style.

With a smile, she raised the tricolor ball to the audience and shook it, causing the audience to cheer and swarm like a frenzy.

Seeing this, Su Yuzhen hurriedly protected Yunhuang and hid in a remote place.

Song Zhiming and the three of them were not active, and followed Su Yuzhe to the side.

"Grab the hydrangea of Princess Chenge not only as a horse, but also get the Golden Buddha of the Great Zhou tribute, I heard that the golden Buddha hides a flying phoenix picture, and the painting on it is the biggest treasure in the world!"

Someone shouted loudly from the side.

"Yes! Stop talking, stare at Princess Chenge's hand! ”

Some people are afraid of missing out on opportunities.

……

The crowd was passionate, and the outstretched arms were like dense woods.

"Heh, the Golden Buddha of the Great Zhou tribute? There's a flying phoenix in it? When did someone in our Great Zhou have a handover with Xichu? Su Yuzhen became interested, and a layer of frost ran over his handsome face, "This is clearly saying that I got the Flying Phoenix Diagram in Da Zhou!" Misfortune leads to the east, ill-intentioned! ”

Yunhuang turned his head to look at Su Yuzhe, thought about it, and wanted to tell him frankly, "Su Yuzhe, in fact, the Flying Phoenix Diagram is my ......"

"I know, don't say it, you won't invite disaster!" Su Yuzhen interrupted her words, "It's okay if Han Qingyong and Da Chen Zhendong are in cahoots, if it's not that someone in Da Zhou is really ready to move, then Xi Chu is ill-intentioned and deliberately takes the opportunity to cause trouble to the east and make the countries hostile to Da Zhou!" Oh, it's worth the trip, it's really an unexpected joy. ”

Yun Huang's heart was sweet and nodded.

Song Zhiming and the three of them listened with different expressions, but they all looked at the three-color hydrangea in Princess Chenge's hand.

At this time, Han Chaozhang, who had been sitting quietly, stood up, raised his hands and patted him.

Sure enough, the two monks took out a golden Buddha statue and placed it beside Princess Chenge.

The Buddha statue is glittering with gold and lifelike, and it stands there, representing supreme honor and abundance.

"Whoever can grab the princess's hydrangea, who is the concubine of Xichu, and the golden-bodied Buddha statue that the craftsmen of the Great Zhou court took two years to make! This is the dowry of Princess Chenge, whether there is a treasure map of the Flying Phoenix hidden in it or not, it is also worth a lot, because having it will be respected for generations in my Xichu! ”

Han Chaozhang's voice was like a bell, suppressing the noise on the field.

"This old boy is still a master of Qi training!"

The tortoiseshell muttered, consciously or unconsciously.