Biganchun

At the top of Baojin Tower, the situation is chaotic.

Qingcheng held the bow and arrow, turned around suddenly, and walked towards the arrow stand of the tower.

The Wuji bow was extremely heavy, and with her slender body, every step she took seemed extremely difficult.

Yan Shiliang couldn't bear it anymore, ignored everyone's eyes, stepped forward and grabbed her skirt, and said in a low voice: "Princess, you..."

Qingcheng didn't turn her head back, and said quietly: "In the side hall today, haven't I made it clear?"

Yan Shiliang's heart was shocked and he lowered his head.The answer in the morning flooded into my mind like a tide.

... "Princess, where does the way to survive come from?"...

... "Eunuch Yan, let me ask you, what kind of poison did I fall into in Ruisi Palace that day?"...

... "To be honest, it is Tianzhu Suo Linxiang who trapped the princess." ...

... "Is there an antidote for this fragrance?" ...

... "I'm afraid there is no antidote." ...

... "My guess is really good... Even so, if I want to give up now, it is still absolutely impossible!"

... "Princess... you... do you want to...?"...

..."That's right. I've been trying to exercise my inner breath every day these days, and found that my whole body's true strength has not been completely abolished, but locked by the medicinal power, cut off between the meridians, and can no longer be penetrated. If I go against Move the internal breath, and use the power of the eight channels to rush at the Tanzhong acupoint, and you may be able to survive death, and the internal force will gather again!"...

... "Adverse luck, internal breath, a lifetime of death. If there is a slight mistake, it will be fatal on the spot. How can such a dangerous and unusual thing be taken lightly? The princess's move is absolutely not!"...

... "At this moment, for me, is there any danger that I am afraid of? If the heavens bless me, I may be able to recover my internal strength and wait for an opportunity to save him from trouble. Afterwards, I will never return to the palace, and it will be over." Eunuch Yan has something on his mind... If God does not bless me, then I will pass away, and Eunuch Yan will no longer have to worry about the officials... In this way, wouldn’t it be better to have the best of both worlds?"...

Risking one's life to gamble with one's life, the desolate determination in the faint words, even a heart of stone, can't help but be moved.

Yan Shiliang stood there in a daze, and he loosened his hand holding her skirt.

When I looked up again, Qingcheng had already walked up the arrow platform at the top of the building step by step.

Far away in the clouds, a little cinnabar on the bull's-eye is like blood.

The new wind suddenly blew up, and her beautiful hair flew away in the wind, not caring about the mortal world behind her.

A few strands of hair were raised in front of her forehead, dancing and swirling gently, slightly covering her sight.

She stood leaning on the platform with her bow and arrows, and stretched her arms behind her back, tightly coiled her hair into a bun, and tied it behind her head with a hosta.

Holding the carved bow in her hand, she stood sideways, closed her eyes, and silently remembered the scene when she stood on the shooting range for the first time when she was a child.

That day was also late autumn.In the martial arts training ground in Ganzhou City, yellow leaves flutter and fall in the sunlight, like countless dazzling butterfly wings.

At that time, she was only six years old, and she was short, not as tall as her father's bow.Unconvinced, she opened a pair of small bows and arrows, and shot randomly, but she always missed.She was so angry that she cried, but she heard her father say in a deep voice behind her?——

... "Suguang, remember, when you draw a bow and shoot an arrow, you don't use your strength, but your heart!"...

Suddenly, it seemed that he had returned to that dangerous city for one night.In desperation, she was carried by Nanny Ulan into the handsome tent to find her parents.There were bloodstains all over the ground, fire shadows all over the sky, and the last glimpse of the night in my hometown was to see my father lying in a pool of blood with blood on his neck, his eyes closed, and he was breathless.His lips were coldly pressed tightly, without a trace of blood, and he would never say a word or laugh to her again...

Qingcheng suddenly opened his eyes, a ray of internal breath secretly gathered from Baiku's limbs, and suddenly went in the opposite direction, recoiled the eight channels, and reached Shanzhong.The pain was sharp and piercing, like thousands of needles piercing, making her unable to breathe.She held the end of the longbow tightly with her right hand, and her body was already crumbling like a willow leaf.

The inner breath in the meridian pulses and hits, the speed is so fast, like a horse that has run away, it seems to be pulled out of the body and gushes out.She could hear the hissing of blood all over her body.The sound was unavoidable, it made her eardrums vibrate, and the severe pain went from her brain to her heart, spreading and growing like a madman in her body.

It turns out that what I have tasted in the past 12 years is not the deepest pain.

The pain at this moment makes me want to die.

Tears slowly fell from her eyes, sprinkled on the long skirt of the military uniform in front of her body, crawling on her knees, but refused to fall to the ground.

That's it... Are you admitting defeat? ...

... "Suguang, remember, when you draw a bow and shoot an arrow, you don't use your strength, but your heart!"...

... "Suguang, remember, where the heart can fly, the arrow can shoot!"...

... "Tell Suguang... no matter what... to live!"...

The pain suddenly surpassed the limit.The breath in the whole body is like a tidal wave that washes away the guard, suddenly crosses the middle of the mutton, and penetrates directly into the twelve-storey building.She couldn't bear it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood on her back, but felt that her true strength had suddenly penetrated!

Ignoring the screams behind her and the blood and tears on her clothes, she suddenly raised the Promise Bow with her left hand, and put the Longevity Arrow on the bow with her right arm.

Standing up with her head raised, her palms full of strength, she slowly drew the bowstring.

The iron string was like a blade, deeply cutting into the joint of her right hand.She bit her lips tightly, her left hand trembled slightly, and her slender fingers pressed against the cold arrowhead.Under the arrow sleeves of the military uniform, layers of bright red have appeared on the white silk on the wrist.

There was another burst of sourness in the eyes, and the hazy water vapor blurred his vision for a while.She opened her eyes wide, forcing tears to disperse in the wind.

The string is like a full moon, touching the lips.She whispered, as if entrusting her life's wish——

"Changsheng, Changsheng, don't blame me!"

The teardrops are like emeralds, splitting into shattered light in an instant.

With a clang, the long arrow flew like a fly, across a trace like a blue rainbow, and shot straight at the winning bidder.

This arrow is invisible and qualityless, as if you have bet everything on yourself, and you will never regret it!

Zhao Zhen was terrified, and with a low cry, he took two steps forward, supported the railing at the top of the building, and held his breath to gaze.

But he saw that long arrow shining brightly in the sky, like a ray of light, when it touched the eye, it hit the bull's-eye of the winning target, the two arrows that hit the bull's-eye trembled heavily, the three feathers overlapped and sang together at one place.

There was a sudden commotion from the upper and lower floors of Baojin Building, and the shouts emptied like a river and sea, and went straight into the depths of the sky.

"Long live Long live Long live!"

The slender figure slowly lowered the longbow in his hand.The voices of thousands of troops in my ears seemed to be heard but not heard, and there was nothing but emptiness in my heart.

All the floating clouds above the Baojin Building are gone, coming like flowing water and leaving like wind.

After a long time, her aggressive determination gradually dissipated.She turned around and walked down the arrow rest, returned the bow to Meng Zan, walked behind Zhao Zhen, and knelt down quietly.

His eyes were as bright as the first snow, and there was a thin streak of blood on his lips that had not yet dried up.

"Suguang is lucky to live up to his fate, Your Majesty, please fulfill your promise!"

Zhao Zhen's eyes were still far above the cloud steps of the banquet hall, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock of the arrow.

After a long time, he didn't look back, and said slowly: "You want me to forgive his life, don't you?"

Qingcheng said in a single word: "He was innocent in the first place, and his death was all unexpected. I used the arrow just now to redeem his death, please allow your majesty."

A trace of tiredness suddenly appeared on Zhao Zhen's face, he let out a long sigh, and turned around: "Get flat."

Qingcheng got up slowly and saw Zhao Zhen nodding slightly to Fan Zhongyan.Fan Zhongyan walked up to Zhao Zhen, bowed and said, "Does Your Majesty have any orders?"

The melancholy in Zhao Zhen's eyes is still there, but his face has returned to calm and calm: "Fan Qing, do you still remember what you talked about in the game with me yesterday afternoon?"

Fan Zhongyan said respectfully: "The old minister has never forgotten a single word."

Zhao Zhen nodded and said: "Yesterday you advised me to be kind, and today I will give you a pawn, how about it?"

As soon as Fan Zhongyan's heart turned, he understood.Surprised and delighted at the same time, he knelt down and thanked: "Your Majesty's grace is mighty."

Zhao Zhen turned to Zhan Zhao, and said slowly: "Zhan Zhao, I ordered you to escort Lord Fan straight to the northwest, to take the blame and make meritorious deeds to redeem the past. Lord Fan is going to control the army, and he shoulders a great responsibility. If he is in danger, I will take care of him." I'll leave it to you. If there's anything wrong, don't come back to see me!"

Zhan Zhaoju saw the astonishing situation just now.Still kneeling on the ground, he slowly calmed down the throbbing in his heart, and said quietly: "Zhan Zhao thank Your Majesty for the grace of life."

There was a wry smile on Zhao Zhen's lips: "It's not me who has given you life. The person who fought for you is now in front of you. If you want to thank her, thank her."

Zhan Zhao stood up, raised his head slowly, and met Qingcheng's gaze.

Looking at each other so close, the distance is unpredictable, but I only feel that the glitz is gone, and my heart is clear, like the autumn moon on the lakeside, leaving only a ray of sadness in her eyes, lingering like a thread.

Qingcheng walked slowly in front of Fan Zhongyan and bowed deeply to him.

Seeing this, Fan Zhongyan showed surprise on his face, but he heard Qingcheng say slowly: "Master Zhan speaks with few words and has a hard heart. I have traveled thousands of miles, please take care of Master Fan."

Fan Zhongyan felt a sudden feeling in his heart, and nodded slowly.

Qingcheng straightened up, and the Yuyu Qionglou in the distance showed a faint light on her body, which seemed real and unreal for a moment.

Fan Zhongyan sighed in his heart, and couldn't help groaning in a low voice: "The Baiyujing in the sky, the twelfth floor and five cities. The immortal caresses my top, and the hair is tied to receive longevity."

Although the ancient style of Taibai was written hundreds of years ago, it seems that it was written for this situation by coincidence.

Qingcheng smiled faintly, a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.She bowed to Fan Zhongyan again and replied: "Longevity is boundless, and one thought will last forever. Everything is safe for Mr. Fan."

Looking at Qingcheng's lonely figure, Zhao Zhen said suddenly: "Suguang, I just agreed to what you asked for. If I can find another person who can hit the winning bid at this moment, are you willing to give me all of my concerns?"

Qingcheng was startled, and looked back at Zhao Zhen, not knowing what he meant.But Zhao Zhen waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Where is Sang Yi, the garrison army?"

Qingcheng and Zhongren were all shocked.Only one person was seen turning out from the shadow of the turret side of Baojin Tower.He is about 35 to [-] years old, his stature and appearance are very ordinary, he is dressed in blue armor, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he has been waiting there for a long time.

The man walked quickly towards Zhao Zhen, knelt down and saluted: "Chen Jingyuan Road Brigade Superintendent Sang Yi, I greet Your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen smiled slightly at him: "Let's be flat. I'm tired of waiting in the dark for you today. It's because I didn't think well."

Sang Yi thanked En, stood up, glanced at Qingcheng, smiled and said: "Your Majesty is thoughtful, and everything is in order. It's just that I never thought that there would be such a red-faced female hero in my heavenly dynasty. This third arrow of..."

He seemed to have slipped his words, bowed to Zhao Zhen and said: "Your Majesty, your words are inappropriate, and please punish me with your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen sighed silently: "You have waited for so long, if you feel a little depressed in your heart, just say it's okay."

Seeing that Zhao Zhen acquiesced, Sang Yi felt at ease, and turned his head to Zhan Zhao with a slight smile: "Your Majesty ordered Sang to wait by the side early today. Before shooting the third arrow, His Majesty asked for three rounds, and Sang responded Come out to take the order to shoot and win. And the request that His Majesty ordered Sang to say was to immediately pardon Mr. Zhan... Although Sang and Mr. Zhan have never met, Sang has admired Mr. Zhan for a long time. Jian and Lord Zhan became attached to each other, but the sky did not follow Sang's wish..."

Everyone on the tower never thought of this festival, and they were all surprised for a while.Zhan Zhao and Qing Cheng couldn't believe it for a while.

God's will is like this, good fortune always tricks people.

Zhao Zhen looked at Fan Zhongyan, and said with a wry smile: "Fan Qing, the benevolence of this idea is not easy to do. At this moment, do you understand?"

Fan Zhongyan's heart fluctuated, and he bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty's benevolent heart, the old minister can't understand it. The old minister is dull, the old minister is dull!"

Zhao Zhen lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice to Sang Yi: "General Sang, you abandoned literature and went to martial arts in the past. You have used swords and maces for 20 years, making the Central Plains thieves and criminals frightened. Exquisite, even more so. Today I will order you to shoot the winning bid again, and pray for the blessings of thousands of soldiers. May I, a man in armor in the Song Dynasty, defeat the enemy and survive in Bianjing!"

Sang Yi knelt down to receive the order.He took the Promise Bow from Meng Zan, weighed it in his hand, and praised: "Good bow!"

Meng Zan took out a long arrow and handed it to Sang Yi, but Sang Yi smiled slightly: "Lord Meng, please give me two more arrows."

Meng Zan was puzzled, but he had no choice but to draw two long arrows from his quiver and hand them to Sang Yi.Sang Yi held the arrow in his hand and said in a deep voice, "Thank you!"

He walked forward, walked up to the arrow stand in a few steps, looked at the cloud steps of the banquet hall from a distance, and slowly raised the infinite bow.Lifting his right hand, he put the three longevity arrows into the string.

Everyone on the tower was amazed, Meng Zan and Qing Cheng couldn't help but took a step forward, wanting to see what happened.

Sang Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly opened them wide again, focused on stretching the strings, aiming at the bullseye of the winning target.He didn't look amazing at first, but at this moment, like a god, his whole body exudes a compelling aura, which makes people feel afraid.

Countless pairs of eyes focused on him, and I don't know how many moments passed, and suddenly Sang Yi yelled: "Go!"

The strings are moving, and the three arrows are fired in succession, like a new wind carrying the sun, heading straight for the banquet hall.

Looking closely, the three long-lived arrows are actually in order, and those who shoot later arrive first.Only two very slight sounds were heard, the second arrow caught up with the first arrow, pierced the first arrow in the air, and cut it off, while the third arrow instantly overtook the second arrow, split the second An arrow, instead, goes straight to the bull's-eye of the winning target.

Just now Mengzan and Qingcheng shot three arrows, originally they were densely inserted into the bull's-eye, the three arrows stand together, and the finished product is in the shape of a Chinese character.And the third longevity arrow shot by Sang Yi, just like the destiny, he did his part, and shot directly at the center of the word Pin, with a sound of duo, he hit it proudly!

What an amazing shot this is!What an amazing archery skill!

The [-] people in the square fell silent suddenly, but immediately burst into a flaming deep cry——

"Defeat the enemy and win, and survive in Bianjing!"

The cry went straight into the depths of people's hearts and echoed endlessly.

Zhao Zhen felt sad and sighed again, and looked back at Qingcheng.

Qingcheng whispered: "If your Majesty has any wishes, you might as well tell Su Guangming."

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath: "Suguang, if my guess is right, you still have a wish unfulfilled. If you leave here, you will go to the northwest. You are alone and have nothing to rely on. I want you to go with Master Fan's army and make plans Contribute, advance and retreat together!"

Qingcheng's body shook heavily, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Zhen suddenly said sharply: "Following the army to conquer the west is my will for you. If you delay in responding, it is possible that you want to accept the crime of resisting the order!"

Finally, Qingcheng's shoulders loosened slightly, as if she had finally untied a long-term bondage.

She lowered her head and knelt down slowly.

"My hometown in the northwest, after a twelve-year separation, maybe it's time to return..."

The voice paused, then quietly continued: "Suguang complies with the order."

But just four words, it made Zhao Zhen feel a deep pain in his heart.He forced a smile, and secretly rejoiced that she didn't see him at this moment, feeling sad in his heart: "This time you join the army like Mulan, but don't make me wait for 12 years to see you again..."

Qingcheng touched the ground with his forehead: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

She stood up and wanted to step aside, but Zhao Zhen called her softly: "You...do you have anything else you want to say to me..."

After struggling, it is difficult to be completely calm after all this parting.As soon as this question came out, he regretted it in his heart, not knowing how she would answer it.

Could it be that you still can't let go?

Qingcheng's eyes turned back, and she smiled slightly at Zhao Zhen: "Time has always been limited. Yan Xiang's pen of Huanxisha may as well be Qingcheng's farewell words to His Majesty."

Zhao Zhen sighed heavily in his heart, turned his eyes to Empress Cao who was standing there, shook his head slightly, and said nothing more.

... The mountains and rivers are full of empty thoughts, and the scenery of falling flowers hurts the spring even more.It's better to take pity on the person in front of you. ...

False mind, why empathy?

He suddenly put aside his emotions, only to feel that all thoughts are at peace.

He turned around and said to Sang Yi: "General Sang's arrow skills are the best today, so I will bestow this infinite bow and longevity arrow on the general. The general will assist Mr. Fan to make contributions. When I return, I will meet you at the banquet hall." Waiting, clean up the dust and celebrate for everyone!"

Sang Yi kowtowed to thank him for the reward, but his words were choked up.Seeing this, everyone on the tower knelt down and bowed to Zhao Zhen.

Seeing Fan Zhongyan kneeling beside him, Zhao Zhen stepped forward to help him up. Seeing his forehead with criss-cross texture and white hair on his sideburns, Zhao Zhen couldn't help sighing softly in his heart.

He looked into Fan Zhongyan's eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Fan Qing, don't forget that the round in Ruisi Palace has not yet concluded. I will keep the endgame, and wait for you to come back to decide the outcome..."

Fan Zhongyan's eyes trembled.Years of ups and downs, wind and frost have gone through, I thought I would never be hurt by emotion, but at this moment, there are still tears.

He faced Zhao Zhen and said deeply: "Your Majesty is strategizing here, and I hope you will win a thousand miles!"

Zhao Zhen clasped his hands with him, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Pingrong thousands of miles, fighting like a game.

White hair and red face, there is no return date.

Flying together with two wings,

Thinking about longevity, thinking about the infinite.

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