Zhao Yi, king of Guangling, gave a big banquet to entertain the distinguished guests. People who enter the building are either rich or expensive, and they are all either rich or expensive. Among them are Lu Baiqi of our new Guangling Road, Wang Xionggui, a veteran of Zhang Lugu's family, and the general who was promoted to Zhennan by General Hengjiang, and led an agreement to our time. They were all old people in the building, who used to be the blessing of Zhao Yi. It was the success that blocked the shadowy harassment of Koujianghuai that delayed the success of the war until the northern expedition of Wu's army, and an army with a very small number and high specifications came out of the yamen of Yang Bing Department.
In addition to these three people, who are now regarded as the capital, the local general of the three States secretariat of Guangling Road also appeared. Compared with the ups and downs of the previous two years, the six provinces are all smiling and personable, showing the elegance of Rayna Sue or officials.
Unfortunately, Chen Zhibao, the king of Shu who was rumored to attend, did not show up for some reason. Yan Yi, Wang Shizi and Zhao Zhu came uninvited, which was really icing on the cake. If this young prince is a flower, without Chen Zhibao, then Jing Zhao Xie is naturally the finale. After Zhao Xie's driver stopped downstairs in Chun Xue, Zhao Yi, a great vassal of Liyang, went downstairs to meet him personally.
As the host of Chun Xue, after all the guests were seated, Zhao Yi held high the priceless luminous cup in her hand. Qingyin said with a smile: "There was a writer in Dafeng Dynasty who said that there are four wishes in life, and the old friends in Qingshan have flowers. I like arty, so I want to make one more wish to bless Chun Xue, so I named this building Chun Xue. All the wise men are here tonight, and the Chun Xue Building is full of brilliance. You can drink this glass of wine alone! "
Lu Baiqi, the sword fairy of Tangxi, and Wang Xionggui, the old household minister, as the head of the civil and military officials, sat in the first place. After raising a glass on Guangling Road, they also raised their glasses, but Wang Xionggui drank them with Zhao Yi. Lu Baiqi just tasted it, quickly put down his glass and glanced at Zhao Yi, the prince sitting next to Zhao Yi. This festival makes adults frown.
With the death of the young female emperor in the Western Battlefield, and the defection of the civil and military officials who renamed the capital of the Western Chu as Dingding City, the battle of Guangling officially entered the final stage. Your majesty expressly forbids the imperial army to bully the people in Guangling Road and never to kill people without authorization. Once discovered, the residence of Guangling Road and the residence where it runs can skip the Ministry of War and be punished on the spot. But not killing people does not mean that those officials who rebelled in the western Chu can really escape, except those who are familiar with the story early and flirt with several leading generals of Yang Chaoting, or let senior officials in Tai 'an send amulets. Most of the other officials who decided to choose the ginger room in West Chu were not much better, so two big jokes were popular on Guangling Road, one was to break the wealth and eliminate disasters. Yellow and white things, antique calligraphy and painting, are all sent to the mansion of some generals by carriage, and the second pile is "pawn" women, flattering the nouveau riche on Guangling Road. Among them, Song Li, the new general of Zhennan, and Zhao Yi, the prince of Guangling, were the most rampant. If Song Li just chose a few young and beautiful people with widely spread fame and limited influence, then Zhao Yi is really a vegetarian, no matter what. He is only counted by his family pedigree, and his surname ranks among the top ten giants in the Western Chu Dynasty. Each family received three people, and then more than 40 clans blackmailed one or two people from each family. Those who don't want to, Zhao Qi dare not openly kill people, but he has his own cruel means to clean up, and there are many ways to make those families who don't want to be humiliated want to die.
Liu Baihua raised his glass and put it down, looking around, feeling complicated.
Lu, commander-in-chief of the Southern Expedition, Wu, general of Pingnan, Xu Gong, Chen Zhibao, assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Yan Zhenchun and Yang, the real heroes who pacified the war on Guangling Road, were either absent or killed.
Bai luling gave a wry smile. What is sitting here alone? Just because of the title of Guangling Road, our times.
In fact, Song Li, who rose to the top of Liyang Hall, was sitting next to Lu Baiqi, but he probably knew that he was not with the incorruptible Tang Xi Jianxian. The youngest permanent general of Liyang dynasty didn't show too much attentions, but talked with the old generals in Jeju around him, and didn't get carried away because of the success of his official career.
In a short time, Song Li looked up at the gorgeous top beam of Chun Xue Tower with a little drunk, twisting the glass with her fingers, and her mouth slightly tilted. Revisiting the old place was sponsored by myself, but now it's hard for me to say who sponsored it.
Wake up with a hundred thousand armour and lie on your knees drunk. That's all a gentleman can do.
In Chun Xue Building, people are singing and dancing.
It seems that the first floor is peaceful, which means that the world is peaceful.
Lu Baiqi looked at Wang Xionggui, the manager sitting opposite him. He was about to make a comeback and return to the capital center. He raised his glass to propose a toast to Wang Guangling and his son. He holds a cup in his hands, his sleeves are drooping, he wears a high crown and a wide belt around his waist. Really romantic and enjoyable.
Bai Lu-qi looked at some people in the lower seats again. They used to belong to the Xi Chu class, holding jade pendants and wearing cinnabar. Now, although their vision here is a little low, it is hard to hide their joy after the Amnesty, so they have added a kind of oh, aggressive demeanor.
Lu Baiqi looked down at the glass of wine and remembered a young face for no reason. When the young man came to visit for the first time, he asked him, Tang Xi Jianxian, who was not an official at that time: How many Jin of benevolence, righteousness and morality did you sell me?
He suddenly raised his glass and drank a glass of wine.
A room full of guests.
Full of ambition.
Yan Yi, Wang Shizi and Zhao Zhu were uninvited guests because they came late. They could have sat next to the scene, and he didn't pay attention. He refused the arrangement of the Chun Xue Building and casually sat in the back seat. Two people, one is your son who studied in Yin, and his face is like a jade crown. He has excellent skin and doesn't talk much. On the right is a kind man named Zhou Daliang, who is an aide. This time, he didn't follow the benefactor to work in Jizhou, but stayed in Guangling Road as the lieutenant of Yazhou with the meritorious military service. He eats greedily and is cuter than Zhao Zhu. Qi Ce Shen and Zhou Daliang didn't deliberately gain the relationship with His Royal Highness, but the military commanders next to them frequently leaned in to propose a toast, not bored. If you propose a toast to me, I will thank you. In the long run, by the way, these two sycophants are familiar with Qi Zhou Daliang, and they seem to have a natural ability to make people feel close. At that time, five people drank wine to persuade others to hide the avatar, which is not true.
Halfway through the wine, Chun Xue Lou Jian and Ji Peijian entered the building. Seven of them are dressed in colorful clothes, graceful, and beautiful with a thin waist, like a three-foot sword, which can behead a hero.
Sword dance is brilliant, thrilling and dazzling.
When seven graceful swords leap out at the same time, the heights are different, just like a rainbow hanging in the building.
A clean celebrity cheered loudly and immediately cheered all over the house.
Just as the Seven Musketeers were about to step down, a strange figure appeared at the entrance of the lobby, which was extremely beautiful and difficult to distinguish between male and female.
Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling who echoed this person from beginning to end outside the door, suddenly changed his face, and the luminous cup in his hand almost fell to the ground. The burly and mountainous Guangling Dao captaincy stared strangely.
Master Zhao looked down along the line of sight, struck a tingle and looked embarrassed, just like a mouse seeing a cat, and wanted to hide under the console table.
Seven Chun Xue Tower's carefully cultivated Ji Jian is blocked, blocked and pitiful.
The stranger who destroyed the scene was sitting on the threshold with a pot of wine and walked into five stunning women in white as snow. No matter whether they are in the air or in the air, they are better than those seven already great Wang Fu halberds.
Five women in white, each with a knife, lined up in front of their master.
There was a famous knife in the old Southern Tang Dynasty, resplendent and magnificent, a Ma Pingchuan.
At present, the standard combat knives of the two Liao border troops in Liyang and the fourth generation combat knives of Xu Jia in Beiliang can be used for reference.
Song Li, the general of Zhennan, shone at the moment and quickly recognized their identities. She is known as Nalan Youci's personal maid, and her name is also mysterious. She is called Dongyue, Xishu, Du Feng, Sansi and Lu Cheng respectively.
Five women in white Qi Qi swept out a dozen paces ahead, drank a little, drew their knives at the same time, and cut them forward.
Only five combat knives have created a magnificent momentum of hammering.
Scared seven Chun Xue Lu Jianji to flee backwards.
Most of the guests invited by Chun Xue Building are pale. I don't know which song to sing. Was it written by Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling? Or someone dare to smash the Chun Xue building?
Everyone only listened to the handsome and extraordinary Confucian scholar sitting on the threshold, shaking the hip flask in one hand and patting his knees in the other. The clear voice sang: "Please take a closer look at the people in front of you, burying grass every year, and there are more or less graves in the grass, and half of them are not swept every year!"
Now everyone knows that these people will not deal with the San Francisco Palace, otherwise, if the arrangement of Chun Xue Building, it would be unlucky for those people alone.
Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, gnashed her teeth and was elegant, while Wang Xionggui was puzzled, smiling and thinking, in distress situation.
The bloated Zhao Yi got up slowly, squeezed out a smiling face and tentatively asked, "Mr. Nalan, I wonder if I have something to discuss when I come to Chun Xue Building?"
Wang Xionggui, who is about to leave his post and return to Beijing, flew into a rage after hearing this name and asked, "Who is outside the hall?" ! "
Nalan Youci, charming as a god, stopped singing, smiled intoxicatingly and pointed at herself. "Me?"
Then he got up leisurely and was already drinking when he went upstairs. Before he sat down at the gate of this Chun Xue building, he drank half a pot of wine, flushed and more and more radiant. This adviser in the Spring and Autumn Period let the whole temple in Liyang know only his name and said with a smile, "I am a scholar!" "
As Nalan Youci finished, the five handmaids with good looks moved forward again, turned around in the air, and then stepped heavily on the rich lichen, making a sharp incision and gaining greater momentum than before.
Nalan Youci walked slowly forward, no one's watching. In a word, all the powerful people in Guangling Road felt the thunder and lightning.
"I have 150,000 armor in southern Xinjiang, all the way north, crossing Guangling River in the north!"
Wang Xionggui turned pale and fell back to his position.
It's not just this Guangling Taoist who makes you wander, but the crisp sound of countless broken glass in the building.
Zhao Yi surly, didn't speak.
Song Li narrowed his eyes and began to weigh the pros and cons.
Zhao Zhu was stuck on the spot, and the southern Xinjiang army went out of the territory without authorization. Obviously, even His Royal Highness Yan Yi Wang Shizi was kept in the dark.
Lu Baiqi gently put down his glass, stood up and asked in a heavy voice, "What does Yan Yi Wang Zhaobing want?"
NaLanYouCi seems to be stumped by this question, frowning. After bowing his head for a moment, he suddenly looked up and smiled: "Rebellious, not obvious. Why? Don't you believe Mr Tunxi? "
Lu Baiqi shook his head and smiled sarcastically.
At this time, two people walked into two people side by side. A burly old man in a San Francisco Wang Xiu robe is similar to Wang Shizi, who is already familiar to everyone in the building, but compared with Zhao Zhu's cynicism, the old man looks imposing.
The old man smiled at Zhao Yi, the king of Guangling, who was sitting at the height of the theme. "Hey, easy fat, hope that you are well? I've been in southern Xinjiang for twenty years, and I've been coveting your Guangling Road for a long time! But then again, it should have been that I, Zhao Bing, had a straight family business, and you, Zhao Yi, only helped me look after the house for twenty years! "
Zhao Yi was white and bloodless, and her lips trembled.
However, compared with the quiet captaincy of southern Xinjiang in Liyang Temple for more than 20 years, the old man captaincy, who was also wearing embroidered robes, made the hall full of powerful people feel scared and desperate.
I used to be the guardian of Beiliang, and now I am Chen Zhibao, the king of Shu!
If only Wang's southern Xinjiang army rose up, Li Yang and Gu Jiantang, two Liao border troops, went south to counter the rebellion, which was nothing more than another disaster for the restoration of Western Chu.
However, once Zhao Bing had Chen Zhibao's help, everyone began to doubt whether the Liyang court, which had been showing signs of an eventful autumn since the turn of Yonghui Xiangfu, could survive this robbery.
At this time, some talents in Chun Xue building finally remembered the Northwest fighters and began to ask themselves, if there were 300,000 loyal fighters, Zhao of Man Zi in southern Xinjiang would never dare to get their hands on the Central Plains for the rest of their lives, and only die of old age slowly in that wild land?
Xiao died, so did Zhang Julu with blue eyes.
When they are both alive, that is the real peace in the world. The army of southern Xinjiang did not dare to step out of southern Xinjiang, and even the million-strong army of Beimang did not dare to go south.
After the death of both of them, there will soon be the restoration of the West Chu, the rebellion in the north and the rebellion in the south.
No one knows why Chen Zhibao chose to rebel from Beiliang. Since he chose the orthodoxy of the Zhao family, he has turned the king into his vassal. Why did he finally put all his bets on a vassal who lived in the corner?
Chen Zhibao deadpan, and Guangling Road, our time Lu Bai a calm look.
Finally, Lu Baiqi sighed and sat back in his place.
Zhongyuan, how many people will stop this time?
Chen Zhibao corners of the mouth some sneer.
The Central Plains is immortal. How can we remember that someone died for them?
I, Chen Zhibao, am not Xu Fengnian, and I have never been afraid of war, let alone death.