Huan Rong

The two reappeared, and the tense atmosphere at the banquet was suddenly relaxed.

Facing Wen Wu's searching eyes, Huan Rong tried his best to calm down, keeping his eyes straight, talking and laughing freely, without revealing any flaws.It's just that when he looked down, he deliberately turned his body sideways and straightened his neckline, trying to cover up some suspicious red marks.

At that time, I was in the tent, and I didn't have time to think about it, and I didn't pay much attention to it.

When Huan Rong found out that something was wrong, the "consequences" had already happened, and it was impossible to save them.Fortunately, both of them were wearing Dagon uniforms, and the collars were pulled up enough to cover them up, so they would not be noticed easily.

If you wear a big shirt and pursue chicness, the situation will be completely different.

Fortunately, he has no such habit.

Huan Rong was quite fortunate.

The emperor returned safely, and the alarm was quickly lifted.

Huan Han Wenwu relaxed his tense nerves and was no longer ready to rescue him.The Chang'an officials also breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of their hands on the sword.

However, the lifting of the alarm does not mean that the desire to compete for power will disappear. They push each other to change glasses, and there is no room for drinking.

The Xianbei warriors went off again, inviting generals from both sides to fight.

Amidst the roar, several Huan Han generals lost, were lifted high and thrown to the ground.

Dian Kui was so itchy to watch, he finally put down his wine glass, took off his outer robe, and walked up to him with bare upper body like the other party, clasped his fists and said loudly, "Please advise!"

The two were evenly matched, like bulls fighting each other, and the fight was inseparable.

Every time the fist is thrown, the muscles in the arm will rumble.The fist hit the body, making a dull sound.Huan Rong was in pain, but the two of them didn't care at all. Instead, their fighting spirit was high and they fought more fiercely.

There was endless fighting in the arena, and the spectators cheered loudly, or clapped their hands, or slammed their wine glasses on the low couch.

Huan Rong sat at the top, seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, and the eyes that fell on him were gradually removed, the pressure was relieved, the tense nerves finally relaxed, and the smile was no longer as stiff as before.

When picking up the wine glass, he glanced at Qin Jing who was opposite, and saw that his expression was calm, without any tension or anxiety from the beginning to the end, it was inevitable that he would feel "depressed", and felt quite unbalanced.

Things are done by two people, and the pressure should be borne by two people.

He is thinking about it here and there, but this one is so relaxed, it's no wonder he can balance it!

"Xuan Min." Huan Rong said, his voice was slightly low.

Qin Jing turned her head, and under the light of the fire, the smile on her face became clearer.The black eyes are bright, clearly reflecting the face of the person in front of him.

"What's the matter with respect?"

"……fine."

When the distance was a little closer, Huan Rong accidentally saw the looming teeth marks on the neckline of the other party, Huan Rong suddenly felt guilty, and subconsciously looked away.Scanning again, to make sure that I read it correctly, it was like a deflated ball, and I didn't have the confidence to speak again.

Covering the side of the neck with one hand, Huan Rong's heart started beating again.

Shouldn't anyone see it?

Judging from Dian Kui's reaction, there seems to be no trace?

However, Xie An and Xi Chao's ranks are so high that Dian Kui can't compare.Not to mention Jia Bing, who is superior in intelligence and extraordinary.

With a little clue, these few people can follow the clues, and everything will be revealed to the world.

Fortunately, the location was far away, and it was a night banquet. The venue was only illuminated by the bonfire, so it was not clear.If not, 100% will be exposed on the spot.

Although there will always be a day, but in the current situation, it is best to keep things secret, and it is not suitable to reveal them.Otherwise, the trouble caused is definitely not small.

It's not Huan Rong's alarmist talk.

The positions he and Qin Jing are in determine that their every move is of great importance, enough to affect the situation between the north and the south.Therefore, everything must not be taken lightly.A little carelessness may cause irreversible consequences.

Thinking of this, Huan Rong subconsciously frowned, with a serious expression on his face.

"Respect."

Seeing Huan Rong's worry, Qin Jing suddenly leaned over and grabbed Huan Rong's wrist.Under the stunned gaze of the other party, he handed over a glass of fine wine.

"The victory and defeat have already been divided, so what's the difference in respect? I will give good wine to the warriors together?"

Qin Jing spoke naturally, and his movements were even more natural.

Huan Rong looked at the wrist being held, and then at the wine glass brought to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the crowd, and found that one counted as another, and he didn't think anything was wrong.

I was stunned for two seconds before finally remembering that according to the current fashion, raising arms represents friendship, and shaking hands symbolizes harmony.

What he thought was "inappropriate" was nothing in the eyes of the world.

Sure enough, it’s no good thinking too much.In the end, it's just embarrassing yourself.

Suddenly, Huan Rong immediately relaxed and said with a smile: "It should be so."

Dian Kui and the Xianbei warrior stepped forward at the same time, clasped their fists and saluted.

In the previous fight, the former won by a narrow margin and won applause.Although the latter is not reconciled, but losing is losing. In front of the emperors of the two countries, it is impossible to continue to entangle and force another round.

Furthermore, the strength of the two is between equals, and if they fight another round, the outcome is still unpredictable, and there is no 100% certainty of winning.

"Both of you are warriors. They have the power to pull a mountain and lift a tripod, and the courage to rival ten thousand husbands." Huan Rong stood up with a smile, first handed the wine glass to Dian Kui, and then poured a glass with the wine spoon and sent it off. To the Xianbei warriors.

"Drink this cup to the brim!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

The two thanked each other, raised their cups and drank it all in one gulp.

After Huanrong, Qin Jing didn't take the wine glass, but ordered two wine jars to be presented in front of Diankui and Xianbei warriors.

This move was in line with the two people's wishes. They thanked each other again, slapped open the mud seal with their big hands, said "please" to each other, and began to drink freely at the altar.

"Is this Youzhou wine?" Recognizing the mark on the wine jar, Huan Rong turned his head to look at Qin Jing, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes." Qin Jing nodded and said with a smile, "Good wine is given to warriors, and swords are given to heroes."

The wine jar quickly bottomed out, and the two wiped the wine stains from their mouths, and let out a loud cry of joy.

Of course, there will be no behavior of smashing wine jars.If you really dare to do this, it is tantamount to despising the emperor, and you will be pulled down on the spot.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the wine!"

The two thanked each other and returned to their seats respectively.

Huan Rong turned around and took his seat, Qin Jing was still standing in front of the table, and raised his voice, "Get the lance."

Not long after, a soldier carried a horse lance, the whole body was black, with the luster of metal plates.

The lance handle is made of hardwood and is wound with iron wire. Due to the age, the coil has been deeply embedded in the handle.There is a 鐏 at the end, which is cast in bronze.The blade of the lance's head was nearly two feet long, with a cold light shining, gathering a bloody and ferocious aura.

"This is used by the first king."

The long lance was originally Qin Ce's weapon, which was used for horse warfare.

In the early years, Qin Ce held this lance and led his troops to charge into battle. Countless bandits died in his hands.

Because of its uniqueness, it cannot be used by non-brave men.Without the strength of a centurion, it is impossible to hold it firmly, let alone mount a horse and charge and fight fiercely with the enemy.

After Qin Ce's death, this horse was passed on to Qin Jing.

This time in front of people, can't help but arouse a burst of amazement.

With the Qin family entering Chang'an, Qin Ce established the system and proclaimed himself emperor, this horse was hidden in the palace, and many new tyrants and officials had never seen it before.As for Qin Ce's bravery, he mostly heard about it from other people, but he never saw it with his own eyes.

In contrast, on the contrary, he has a deep understanding of the good fighting of the Qin brothers.

Especially Qin Jing.

Even though I have never seen him fighting Hu Qi, I have always seen him killing people in Chang'an.For this emperor, no matter whether it is the old department of Xihe or the new civil and military, there is some real fear.

Because of this, after Qin Ce's death and Xiahou's execution, the hearts of the people in the north were unstable, but there was no rebellion.

Qin Jing's killing reputation hangs above his head, and no one wants to be the rafter of the head and become the chicken that the emperor warns the monkey.

With the horse in hand, Qin Jing walked to the campfire.

Dagon's large sleeves did not affect his movements at all, and the beads hanging from the crown collided with each other, which added to his majesty.

With a soft buzzing sound, Ma Qian swept out, and the sound of breaking wind hit his face. Many civil and military men subconsciously straightened their backs, and most of their drunkenness disappeared.

Qin Jing didn't care about everyone's reaction, Ma Qian swept across the slanting stabs, and every time there was a gust of wind, the buzzing sound was endless.An invisible evil spirit permeated the air, and all the people present held their breaths, their expressions were unprecedentedly serious.

"Why don't you say no clothes? The same robes as your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear. I share the same hatred with my son!"

Accompanied by Ma Qian's sweep, Qin Feng's sonorous sound rose suddenly.Flying in the wind, the sound hit everyone's ear drums.

Chang'an Wenwu sat upright and sang, his voice was deep and deep, with endless passion and generosity.

Gaoche and Wusun united against the border, the cavalry army invaded the south, and the northern border was full of smoke and flames.

In the face of a national crisis, as long as the king gives the order, no matter what thoughts you have on weekdays, they will be completely forgotten.

When the horn of the expedition is sounded, all the people will put on their strength, ride their horses and raise their whips, and rush to the desert battlefield to fight to the death with the invading enemy.

The shrouded body of horse leather still has no regrets, and the soul of the hero who died in the battle still exists, firmly guarding the country's borders, and will not retreat half a step.

"Why don't you say that you have no clothes? You are in the same pool with your son. Wang Yuxing's teacher, repair my spear and halberd. Work together with your son!"

The wind is stronger, and the cold light brought by the sharp edge is breathtaking.

The long black sleeves were blown up by the wind, and between the movements, it seemed like a roc was flapping its wings, and it was about to soar up, break through the sky, and go straight to the sky.

"Why don't you say you have no clothes? I have the same clothes as my son. Wang Yuxing's division, repair my armor and soldiers. Walk with my son!"

The sound of beating festivals, singing, humming of horses, bursting of flames, all kinds of sounds are intertwined, bringing people to the vast Monan grassland, witnessing the torrent of iron hooves and the fierce battle formation.

The horns of charge, the drums of war, and the sound of killing are endless.

The cavalry rode their horses to charge, and the blades clashed powerfully.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and were finally drowned in the sound of rumbling horseshoes.

A cold light flashed, the blade slashed across the neck, and blood splashed instantly.The warrior fell off his horse, seized the last chance, and threw his spear with the last bit of strength, vowing to die with the enemy.

The yellow sand was stained red with blood, and the scorching sun baked the whole land, steaming to a glaring dark color.

Death is silent, cruel and tragic.

The vast grasslands, the long borders, how many border towns ignited, how many soldiers blew their horns, how many people were displaced, and their homes were swallowed by raging flames.

Huan Rong clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips clenched into his palms, leaving eye-catching red marks.

Staring at the figure in front of the bonfire, scenes on the battlefield appeared in front of my eyes, my heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible big hand, getting tighter and tighter, and I could hardly breathe.

After a while, the tense feeling disappeared, and the loss suddenly struck.The whole person became empty, falling into a kind of indescribable chaos and confusion.

"Don't say no clothes..."

The singing continued to sound, over and over again, becoming more and more high-spirited, heroic and sonorous.

The horse lance danced airtightly, and the people and the fierce soldiers merged into one. Even if they were swept by Fengrui, they would feel chills.

As another gust of wind swept past, the humming stopped abruptly.

The slender figure stood in the field, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, his eyes swept over, and there was still an evil spirit that could not be concealed.

The singing stopped, only the sound of beating festivals did not stop.

One after another, they merged into the night, inexplicably carrying a sense of sadness and desolation.

Heroes emerge in troubled times, and elegiac songs exist in mountains and rivers.

No matter Chang'an or Jiankang, no matter whether it is a strong man in the north or a high school in the south, they are all living in troubled times, have seen too much misery, encountered too much helplessness, and have too much involuntary control.

Thinking of Qin Huang sweeping Liuhe, Han Wu driving out the Xiongnu, the majestic China, there are countless brave men, and those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!

At the end of the Han Dynasty, the beacon fire broke out and burned for a hundred years. The Central Plains was in turmoil, the Wuhu moved inward, corpses littered the fields, and starvation was inevitable.

All of this, as if it was yesterday, as if it was right in front of you!

For a long time, the banquet was silent.

No one spoke, and Chang'an and Jiankang Wenwu fell silent at the same time.

Huan Rong stood up suddenly, breaking the silence.

In the eyes of everyone, Huan Rong scooped up a spoonful of fine wine, slowly filled the wine glass, and brought it to Qin Jing.

"Drink wins!"

Only two words, even the title was omitted.

Both of them were dressed in crowns and stood in front of the bonfire.

Not far away is Red Flame Leaping, sparks hovering little by little.

Half of the face was illuminated by the fire, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. Only the beads and the gold thread on the gown flickered from time to time, overflowing with colorful lights.

Qin Jing turned back to hold the horse spear, and suddenly stabbed it to the ground.He took the wine glass with one hand, raised his head and drank it down.

When the wine glass bottomed out, Huan Rong cupped his hands suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "May the Qin army win a big victory, drive out the Hu thieves, kill the thieves, and wipe out the grasslands!"

The words are clear and the voice is powerful.

Speaking from the mouth of the king of a country, there is another profound meaning.

Qin Jing reciprocated, and also filled a glass of wine, brought it to Huan Rong, and said solemnly: "Thank you for your auspicious words, please!"

Huan Rong drank it all on the spot, and the fine wine slipped down his throat, only to be belatedly aware that the wine glass Qin Jing handed over was exactly the one he gave!

The civil and military of the two countries did not feel the difference, and affected by the atmosphere, they all toasted and invited each other. The previous fighting spirit was gone, and a sense of sympathy and sympathy gradually emerged.

Qin Jing supported Huan Rong's arm, held his hand, and invited him to return to the head with him.

The civil and military officials of the two countries respected the emperor's "deep affection and friendship", and they didn't feel anything wrong, and they expressed their approval.

Before toasting, the atmosphere was even more harmonious.

Huan Rong returned to the table, took a look at Qin Jing, who was so elegant and unparalleled, and didn't see any evil spirit at all, and glanced at the next group of officials who were kept in the dark, and finally raised his head to look at the sky, suddenly found that the moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright Charming and extraordinarily bright.

As for the hand still on the wrist, it was selectively ignored.