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The eight horses pulling the cart are also decorated with pearls, which are extremely gorgeous.
The carriage is six feet tall, sitting in a black coat and a vermilion on the bottom. They are all painted with dragon-patterned crown clothes and equipped with dark vermilion knees and bright yellow stripes. It is expected to be today.
Cheng Xueyan couldn't help but get excited and finally saw the living ancient emperor, but the emperor wore a crown and the long jade covered his face, and it was difficult to see the real face.
She was in a hurry when she saw her brother drive away and went to the palace car, as if whispering a few words to the emperor...
Her brother is really a celebrity in front of the emperor.
I was so excited that I burst into tears.
In a blink of an eye, my brother came back and told her and Bitong to stand still and watch, and could not move without authorization.
The two nodded nervously.
At this time, the emperor slowly moved down from the palace car, and the blue eunuch beside him bowed his waist and carefully supported him.
Cheng Xueyan found that the emperor was tall and elegant. Unfortunately, he saw his back, but he could not help imagining his handsomeness.
The surroundings seemed to calm down suddenly. Even though there were two rows of bodyguards standing on the wall, even though there were so many people crowded at both ends of the wall, there was not even a coughing sound, and even the horse pulling the cart stood up, so only the hunting wind with banners could be heard.
She moved her eyes below the city wall and suddenly opened her eyes wide.
Just as soon as he was squeezed, he thought about the emperor for a long time, but he didn't notice that the city was already ready to go.
Looking around, the sky is thousands of miles away, vast and vast, thousands of troops and horses, and a little gold in the autumn.
I saw dozens of soldiers dressed in ochre armor standing up with blades in their hands. The tip of the gun was holding the light of the rising sun, and the blades were dazzling. The cavalry stood solemnly, with bows and arrows, and the white feathers in the tail of the arrow were as bright as snow. Among them, the most eye-catching is the man in thick ink armor in front of the queue, with golden nails rivets reflecting the sun. He sat on the black war horse, holding a long halberd, and fluttered under the two crescent-like blades, like a glow of fire, and the red color seemed to float into those deep eyes, which was even more hot.
He held a helmet in his hand and looked up at the supreme ninety-five supreme above the city wall, with firm silence and fiery on his face.
The Supreme man put his hand on the wall and waved the crown with jade, as if he were patrolling the army. For a long time, he nodded gently.
So Cheng Xueyan seemed to hear a sound from Tianyu, Kuan Hong Qingyue. She searched confusedly for a long time and found that it was the emperor who was announcing the oath.
"Heqi in northern Xinjiang repeatedly violated the Tianhao border and abducted our people. A month ago, he wrote a book to show his goodwill. He didn't want to repair the plank road and secretly cross Chencang. Where did you put my Tianhao Empire in this way? How can my Tianhao people live in peace? And where will the majesty of my Tianhao country be?"
The golden light under the city is sparkling, and the cry is shocking: "Vow to kill the Tatans and strengthen the power of our country! Vow to kill the Tahrats and strengthen the prestige of our country..."
The emperor raised his hand slightly and stopped.
"Han Jiangzhu, the original riding general, is now appointed as a cavalry general, given the title of Weiyuan, commanding the three armies, defeating the barbarians and calming the border. I hope the soldiers can work together to expand my territory and promote the prestige of our country..."
"Hang Long live the emperor..."
The three armies bowed down, and the swords and halberd were sonorous.
The sound of wind is deafening, thousands of words, and words are regretful.
Cheng Xueyan had never seen such a powerful scene of unity, and she was moved to tears.
The emperor raised a golden bottle to sacrifice the world and remuner the three armies.
Everyone shouted long live, and they all held horses and soldiers.
Han Jiangzhu solemnly put on his helmet.
The helmet covered half of his face. Cheng Xueyan couldn't see his eyes, but saw him turn his head slightly this way, so she raised her hand and waved it gently, and suddenly burst into tears.
He should have seen her, otherwise the long halberd would not have deliberately stopped here when he crossed an arc.
He is saying goodbye to her...
She didn't expect that she would be particularly sad. Tears couldn't stop flowing out. In the hazy, she only heard the horse's hoofs in her ear, and her feet were shaking wildly. The ink handsome flag embroidered with scarlet "Han" was clear and blurred all the way...
Creasure......
Be sure to...come back...
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"Big girl, big girl, it's amazing!"
As soon as she stepped into the Golden Jade Tower, Ye Rong rushed up with her teeth and claws, like a hen who was thrown out of the shelf.
"What's wrong?"
He has been pulled to a corner by Ye Rong, as if to declare a secret, but he shouted out in a loud voice: "Le Feng is gone!"
Then she shook off a piece of printed letter paper, and a few words on it were about to be shaken down by her.
"What the hell is going on?"
Cheng Xueyan grabbed the letter, but she didn't understand the traditional Chinese characters on it. Fortunately, Ye Rong didn't have to bother her and recruited it directly.
"Le Feng left 3,000 taels of silver and this letter, saying that it was used to redeem himself. Poor Le Feng, she only earned 3,000 taels of silver by playing the piano in Jinyu Tower for so many years, and she used it all to redeem herself. Now she doesn't know where she is. How can live..."
Ye Rong cried as she spoke, as if Le Feng had already..."
"How long has it been?"
Ye Rong cried for a while: "It was the day the emperor took the oath... No, it seems to be earlier. I wanted to take her to watch the fun, but as soon as I opened the door, I saw this on her desk..."
Ye Rong cried again, which made Cheng Xueyan upset.
Pledge Conference... Pledge Conference...
... On the night of Qixi, on the Jinyu Building, Cheng Xueyan looked at the bustle downstairs.
Le Feng suddenly appeared beside him: "What's the difference?"
She only replied listlessly: "It's just a thousand people... What difference do you see?"
Le Feng squeezed his lips and smiled, and there was a rare trace of amorous feelings on the corners of his eyes, as if a white rose was suddenly stained with a wisp of glow, slightly upturned and pointed down.
Two men sitting in front of the table, handsome Han Jiangzhu and elegant Gu Haoxuan with elegant smiles...
Pledge Conference... Pledge Conference...
The hand holding the handkerchief tightens, isn't it...but this kind of plot has only appeared in the novel TV, Le Feng... She really knows...
Mama Ruan rushed in and rushed in. As soon as she saw her, she slapped her thighs and complained: "You said that Lefeng, the dead girl, left so quietly. Fortunately, I raised her so big, delicious and dressed, and flew like this..."
"Didn't she leave three thousand taels of silver?"
M Mother Ruan suddenly stopped her grief and stared at Ye Rong. Ye Rong cried and was not in the mood to talk back to her.
Mama Ruan hurriedly took Cheng Xueyan's hand: "Three thousand taels is true, but she only has so much money. She just left. How can she live..."
With that, he rubbed the corners of his eyes with a veil, and finally looked a little red and swollen, but he smiled and said, "But don't worry, big girl. There are always people who play the piano..."
She pulled a little girl, who looked like thirteen or fourteen, thin and clever. She was dressed in a rouge brocade and buckled her in it like a bucket hat, holding the piano, and kept trying to hide herself behind the piano.
"Her name is Meng Qian, and she will accompany Ran'er from now on. Although she is not big and clever, her piano skills are no worse than Le Feng. If you don't believe it, the girl will test her. She plays the songs you usually sing well..."
Cheng Xueyan looked at the little girl's timid appearance and only smiled. The little girl was embarrassed and blushed to her ears.
"I tell you, you have to be energetic when you go to the stage. Don't be absent-minded and be careful to smash the girl's song!" Mother Ruan poked Meng Qian's forehead with her finger angrily: "You know, whether you can be popular in the future depends on the girl! Why don't you thank Ran'er?"
Mengqian was about to bend down and kneel down, and Cheng Xueyan quickly stopped her.
"Rainan, I'm not urging you," Mother Ruan grinned, with an anxious look in the corners of her eyes: "The people outside are waiting... I know that the girl is busy, and I can't delay the girl's time, or we..."
Cheng Xueyan didn't want to look at her winking, so she raised the curtain and walked into the curtain.
M Mother Ruan twisted Mengqian, who was still in a daze, and shouted, "Why don't you come to the stage soon? Let me tell you, if Miss Ran'er is not satisfied with you, don't think I..."
Meng Qian hurriedly stumbled onto the stage. She was petite and her skirt was so long that she almost fell down when she stepped on the edge of her skirt.
Everyone laughed.
Mau Ruan shook her head in the crack of the curtain: "It's still Le Feng..." Then she gritted her teeth.
Cheng Xueyan sat in the snow-white curtain and only felt empty and quiet at the bottom of her heart.
Once people have formed a habit of something, they often don't care about it until this habit disappears, and they feel that it is so important to themselves.
She took a look at the red hazy on the right side of the curtain.
Meng Qian is trying to tune the strings. She can imagine that there may be fine sweat on her slightly raised little nose.
The sitting posture is also beautiful, but it is less calm, natural and calm... You can communicate without words and eyes.
She stared at her for a long time and kept tracing the shadow of Le Feng on her, but she became more and more lost and uneasy.
Meng Qian seemed to have adjusted the strings and then sat outside the curtain in a well-trained posture. After a while, Fang trembling as if he had been stung by a wasp, slipped here, gently lifted the curtain with a finger, and whispered, "Miss Ran'er, what are you singing today?"
Le Feng never asked these questions. Le Feng rubbed the strings slowly. When she wanted to sing, she followed her voice and played the strings at will, but it was extremely natural. She never thought that Le Feng was so spiritually compatible with her. They didn't even say a few words, but the person who knew her... left.
She sighed, "Is it?"
Meng Qian was grateful with tears and hurried back to the piano.
The sound of the piano suddenly seemed to be a little urgent, but it gradually eased down after the prelude.
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