The king of tigers is the legendary mythical beast White Tiger. ̄)〕sんц閣浼镄嗹載尛裞閲渎棢つ%.%ā

According to legend, the white tiger gave birth to two sons, the golden-eyed one is the longest, the name is "golden-eyed dragon and tiger", the day travels nine skies, the night shield mountains and forests, and feeds on the dragon. The blue-eyed person is secondary, so it is called this "blue-eyed war tiger". The combat power is unparalleled, the strength of the mountains and rivers, and the temperament is extremely ferocious. It haunts the waters of Nanming all year round, and there are few living people in the places where it is raging. Even if it is a hermit cultivator master in Nanming, if he does not have the strength of the King Realm, if he encounters this fierce beast, it will inevitably be a miserable end in a different place.

Although neither of them can be regarded as the existence of ancient beasts, but their combat power is also an extremely terrifying stubble among the beasts in the world. And the number is so scarce, it is a rare one in a hundred years in the prosperous world. Correct... For tonight's special night banquet, this prince suddenly put out a hundred and ten pairs of war drums made of "blue-eyed war tiger" tiger skins as the opening. The magnitude of this stroke and the background behind him can be seen.

"Heh..."

Xia Yuan, who was sitting under the red cloth with the dog's tail curled, smiled disdainfully: "This majestic style of wearing tiger skin and putting on a posture, he has done a lot of hard work." I just don't know if it's like a drum, just a bright skin, and the sound is heavy and the rain is small..."

"This hand, the hidden master may be able to show it?" Li Qingfeng, who was sitting at the bottom of Xia Yuan, asked lightly with the dust in his hand.

"Cut... What kind of score is this?"

Xia Yuan was still disdainful, his disdain was even stronger, and he said again: "Don't say that this green-eyed person is broken, our village wants to lead dozens of "golden-eyed dragons and tigers" out for a walk, and it's all a whistle thing." ”

“......”

Maybe he couldn't figure out the truth of what Xia Yuan said, Li Qingfeng didn't say anything after hearing this, and didn't say anything more.

And, at the same time...

One hundred and ten drums on both sides of the river rang seven seven and forty-nine sounds, and they stopped instantly. And in the middle of the river, north of the deck, the huge red cloth that covered the sky and the sun, finally at this moment, was torn off by more than a thousand craftsmen waiting at the four corners of the deck...

"Wow..."

The evening breeze hunts, blowing red cloth and flying.

Thousands of feet high red and gorgeous, like a raging fire, floating in all directions and four corners. Under the watchful eye of all people, this building, which had suppressed the southern region of the Tang Dynasty for several days, finally fell with the red cloth, revealing his true face.

"You guessed right. ”

"Hehe, this time, place, and characters are all put together, and who can't guess which big play he is going to sing?"

Then his hindsight must be even more terrifying. ”

"Inevitably..."

The red cloth fell, and the guests did not show much surprise. Perhaps, as the two writers sitting on the west side said, the prince has been laying the groundwork for too long tonight, and what this red cloth covers is actually something that everyone has expected, so there is no need to be surprised.

"I heard that someone from the other side of Kyoto actually sent a congratulatory gift..."

Looking at the handymen around him who were wrapped in red cloths, the yellow-robed literati said softly. The green-robed writer sitting next to him didn't answer again. He just picked up his index finger and pointed to the top that was originally covered by the red cloth...

"Look..."

“......”

The yellow-robed scholar raised his gaze.

It was a thousand-zhang high platform with more than a mile of length and width, and an equilateral triangle with an equal facet, standing proudly above the deck for more than ten miles, in the middle of the river!

The high platform is connected by countless thick wooden nails, and there is a staircase at each of the four corners of the platform, leading to the top of the platform. The staircase is made of mahogany, and various beast patterns are engraved on it, which is fine and distinct. At first glance, it looks like a beast in the mountains is prostrate and bowing to the sky, which is very shocking.

At the end of the stairs and at the top of the high platform, a huge "Nine Dragons Ding" is placed. That's right, it is the "Nine Dragons Supreme Tripod" that can only be used when the Son of Heaven worships the heavens! What it represents is the supremacy of imperial power. It stands to reason that even if that Prince An is in a high position, in terms of official rank, he can barely be regarded as below one person and above tens of thousands of people. But after all, he is not the supreme supreme, so he has no right to use the Dading of this specification.

This is really inconsequential...

However, even so, no one dares to object to this at this time. Because, behind the giant dome, there are two people standing in front of each other...

The former was wearing a golden silk six-clawed dragon robe, his face was deep in the majesty of a king, and his eyes were like stars in the sky, and he was full of energy. He... It's the protagonist of tonight, the one who has been lurking for decades...

Yueyang Wang. Li Chang'an!

Standing behind him three steps was a middle-aged man dressed in a civil official uniform of "Blue Sky and White Sun". The expression is solemn, not smiling, the temples are white under the official hat, slightly respectfully half-bent on the waist pole, holding a bright yellow scroll, the middle of the scroll, there is a nine-clawed golden dragon pattern, and a regular script "saint" character.

This should be a holy decree.

From this, it is not difficult to see that this person should be the master of the Ministry of Rites sent by Kyoto to give gifts...

Feng Shuwen, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites!

"Sha..."

Thousands of feet high, carrying two people looking down on the river.

The evening breeze caressed and finally kicked off the prelude to tonight.

Master Hu, who was under the high platform, quietly withdrew from Baizhang. On the high platform, the six-clawed dragon robe then held up with the evening breeze and made a flat gesture towards the 10,000 people in the audience.

The whispers here gradually subsided...

At the same time... King Yueyang's eyes were grim, and he slowly swept away the field. Then, he looked at Xia Yuan, who was the chief of the audience, with a deep meaning. In the end, he retracted his gaze, took a step sideways, and made a gesture of please towards Feng Shuwen behind him...

said: "Feng Shilang, please." ”

"Well..."

Feng Shuwen nodded lightly, took a step forward, and walked to the place where King Yue Yang had stood before. Immediately afterwards, he spread out the holy decree in his hand and preached loudly!

"Fengtian transported, the emperor edict said: Li Chang'an, the king of the south, is loyal to his duties and has a good way to prosper the country. At the time when the Tang Dynasty was in ruins, the south of the town had been in the south for 12 years, and the people lived in peace, and the wind and rain were smooth, which was indispensable. Special, a pair of longevity jade Ruyi, 100 Dongying snow cotton satin, 1,000 pairs of Anshan stainless steel armor, 1,000 Longquan Xuangang swords, 1,000 iron-blooded war horses in the clouds, 100 Zhenwu Mountain Heart-saving Treasure Pills..."

When the decree was announced, as Feng Shuwen read out a reward, there were maids or guards on both sides of the river, holding gift boxes or driving horses, which led the reward to enter the entrance. And the whispers that had just subsided in the room began to break up again as the holy decree was recited.

Without it, it is only the content of the decree that comes to be expected, but it is unexpected.

Unexpectedly, it was the reward from Kyoto, which had been rumored for a long time. What is unexpected is that the content of this reward has a deep meaning that is difficult to understand.

The reward is unreasonable...

Appreciating jade is a good idea of everything going well, which is reasonable. But after that, everything that was rewarded was inseparable from the breath of iron and blood...

Dongying's cloth, Anshan's armor, Longquan's sword, and the horse in the clouds are all heavy weapons for war. Throughout the ages, it is only the generals and commanders of the army who have opened up the territory. And tonight, the Jinluan Palace in Kyoto chose such a ceremony at such a sensitive time period to send it to Yueyang Yingshui, the prince who was about to fall from the tiger.

This is a precedent that has broken over the years, and it has also messed up everyone's thoughts. It feels like the supreme monarch on the Jinluan Palace very much hopes and encourages Yueyang, the prince, to raise troops for the Northern Expedition as soon as possible.

It's really unpredictable, his mind buried here...

"Three quintals of black gold tendons, three boxes of Fulu ointment, eighteen tails of Ryukyu flounder, six rounds of fine iron, and a halberd of Shangfang, Qin this!"

Jade plate treasures, cold light like snow.

Kyoto is a generous gift, and a thousand cars are rewarded.

The water is chasing the waves, turning a thousand times...

As the last word was read aloud, a long decree was finally recited. And under the high platform, countless imperial treasures have been placed. Among them, the most conspicuous ones are those swords, shields, and armor that reflect the bright moon and leak sharp edges.

"Whoosh..."

Feng Shuwen carefully rolled up the holy decree again, and then held it in his hand without humility or arrogance, bowed his head slightly, handed it to the prince beside him slightly sideways, and said, "Lord Wang, please accept the decree..."

“......”

Laugh silently.

King Yue Yang curled the corners of his mouth noncommittally, and there seemed to be a trace of resentment in his smile, which was very complicated.

He didn't bow down, and he didn't return the salute. Just held up a palm, casually took the holy decree handed over, and placed it on the edge of the "Nine Dragons Dading" in front of him. Then, he responded perfunctorily with a little arrogance: "Minister, Li Chang'an, thank you Lord Longen..."

After King Yue Yang finished speaking, Feng Shuwen slowly took three steps back and relinquished the main position. And King Yue Yang was not polite, and walked back to his original position with his feet raised. His eyes were slightly clouded, and he glanced up and down the field again...

There is a domineering momentum in the might...

The tiger's eyes have passed, and the hidden power is cold, and it penetrates the hearts of the people. Coupled with the majesty of the thousand-foot high platform and the brightness of the nine days of the bright moon, under the background of the two, this proud prince seems to have really incarnated into a crouching tiger that has been lurking for endless years, and is taking advantage of the bright moon to examine his own realm, speculating on the subjects who are crawling at his feet...

“......”

After taking a look at it slowly, King Yue Yang slowly picked up a jade jade cup that had been poured wine from the long table on his side, held it between his hands, faced the east of the big river, and shouted!

"The general was born bold and heroic, the waist is crossed, the autumn water goose feather knife, the wind blows the gongs and drums, the mountains and rivers move, the lightning flashes the flag, the sun and the moon are high, the unicorn in the sky is the original species, how can the ants in the hole escape? When is the Taiping edict? I have a glass of wine with the gentlemen, and I salute the bright moon and the sky tonight!"

“......”