Chapter 23

After the chanting official's call, the whole hall was filled with deep silence. This silence also wiped out the laughing atmosphere in the hall, adding a bit of solemnity and solemnity.

While the people in the hall were surprised why the prince did not move, and when the four rebel envoys looked at each other and laughed, a faint wisp of music that should not have appeared in the Fushou Hall today came from afar. It was the Qiang flute that the Northwest athletes loved the most. They were in the lively birthday banquet. When they heard this empty and distant flute, the guests in the table were particularly touched. Then, accompanied by the sound of the flute, the resentful Hu Zizhi

The sound of Cui Youfu, who was sitting in the seat, listened to the leisurely Qiangguan, and felt that he had suddenly left Chang'an with red flowers and green waters and willows, and was in the ancient battlefield that had been fighting for thousands of years in the vast desert in the north. The ground was covered with soldiers with corpses. In the setting sun, blood-stained battle flags were no longer able to flutter in the wind; the neighing of the horse without a master made this dusk appear more tragic and lonely.

The music was played twice. Just when everyone in the hall could not bear the sorrow and desolation, a sudden "dong" sounded, and the war drum sounded, and the quiet battlefield became vivid in an instant. Countless warriors, when they heard the call of the war drum, slowly got up, "dong...dongdong...dongdongdongdong" The sound of war drums became more and more urgent, and dozens of big drums were beating at the same time. There was no other sound in the entire Fushou Hall, and the roar of the war drum that defended the sky and the earth was echoed.

Cui Youfu felt that he could still tell the rhythm of each drum beat at the beginning. Later, the vigorous drum beat was actually a sound that pressed his heartbeat. In the end, he could no longer tell whether it was the heartbeat or the drum beat.

Hearing the urging sound of war drums, the soldiers on the ground wiped away the blood from their faces and stood up. The soldiers with broken limbs stood up with the swords and guns in their hands. Even the injured war horses stood up with the last bit of strength. They tightened the swords and guns in their hands and silently gathered under the battle flag again. They looked at the general who was standing with infinite trust in their eyes, and blood stained the battle robe. The setting sun was as blood as blood. The team of soldiers dragged their long figures to a new battlefield.

The sound of the war drum, like a storm of storm, gradually faded away. At this point, Cui Youfu and the guests inside and outside the hall took a long breath, and pressed down on the already boiling blood that had been stirred by the war drum. Many guests even picked up the wine cup in their hands and wanted to drink it, calming their tense minds.

"Kill!" A shrill sound of killing sounded outside the hall without warning. This neigh evoked a new and violent fight. The shouts of the general, the neighing of the war horses, the sound of soldiers drawing swords, the sound of the sudden swords breaking the wind, the sound of the two swords fighting each other, the screams of the swords and guns falling into the flesh, the curse of the swords and the curse of the enemy, the sound of the whimpering of the mind gradually disappearing, and all kinds of sounds echoed in the hall. The sound was so realistic that it seemed that the banqueting Fushou Hall had turned into a battlefield for life in an instant.

Accompanied by the first sound of tearing, there were the crisp sound of dozens of wine cups falling to the ground, and the timid civil servants fell to the ground; the maid who was passing the vegetables was frightened and fainted. Instead, the generals in the hall suddenly stood up and stood on the case, glaring at the eyes. Mr. Guo's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed by a few days, were also wide open, and his fingers kept trembling. Fortunately, Xiao Shunzi, who had served him for nearly 40 years, knew his thoughts. He turned around and took his thunder sword and handed it on. The cold scabbard not only failed to soothe Lao Linggong's excitement, but instead ignited the blood that he had suppressed for many years to boil.

This good killing lasted throughout the night. When the first ray of morning light in the sky shone on the empty desert, a rapid sound of gold sounded, followed by the rumbling of the victory drum, the cheers of the soldiers, and the fierce whistling of the morning breeze blowing the battle flag. The tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed, and a smile appeared on the faces of the guests.

"Looking at the sword with a lamp while drunk, dreaming of blowing the horns and camps" a thick song sounded outside the hall, and it started, followed by dozens of hoarse and old voices and "Eight hundred miles apart, fifty strings are heard outside the border, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield" chorus has no technique, and the voice is hoarse, but it is an endless sense of majestic and desolate feeling, which is perfectly matched with the Qiang flute, Hu Zuo, Snake drum, and gong.

"The horse is made of Lu Fei, and the bow is as fast as a thunderbolt, and it will be shocked. It will be cleared of the king's world, and it will be worthy of life and death." The voice is getting closer and closer. The dozens of people repeatedly chanted the three sentences "The king's world, and it will be worthy of life and death and death" in a hoarse voice. The people in the hall listened to the singing in their ears, and looked at the veteran holding a sword in the hall, and felt that no words could fit the person in front of them more than these three sentences.

In the blink of an eye, the group of singers had already entered the hall. At this time, all the sounds had paused, and only a uniform sound of footsteps were left in the Fushou Hall of hundreds of people.

Cui Youfu and Zhuke saw that the group of people who came in were actually a group of soldiers wearing full sets of clothes, with bows, crossbows, swords and guns. The only difference was that these soldiers were nearly 60 years old. What was even more terrifying was that all of them were physically disabled, either missing arms, losing legs, or missing eyes. However, even the shiny armor was covered with pits, reflecting the tragic and glorious years of the past. This group of veterans who had been in a state of excitement, had a long time exuding a momentum of suppression for many years. Suddenly, the temperature in the entire Fushou Hall suddenly dropped a little, and the whole hall was filled with murderous intent.

The group of soldiers went straight to Lao Linggong who was sitting in the hall as if no one was around. When they got closer, they suddenly saw the slim-eyed soldier shouting a loud "gift" and "kneading". Thirty-three swords left the sheath and pointed straight into the air, leaving the dragon roar of the sword leaving its sheath echoing in the hall. These people were walking with the "respectful gift" to congratulate the main general during the victory on the battlefield.

"Gan!" With a loud shout, the thirty-three men put away their swords and worshiped them on the ground, and shouted in their mouths: "According to the order of the Grand Marshal, I will be the deputy general to live a long life. I wish the deputy general to be healthy and healthy, to maintain the territory of the Tang Dynasty forever, to promote the prestige of our heavenly country, and to bless the Tang Dynasty! Bless the Grand Marshal!"

At this point, the guests in the hall realized that the huge formation had just happened to be the prince for the longevity of Lao Linggong. At that time, when he was attacking the Anshi rebels, Guo Ziyi was the chief marshal of the world. Later, the eunuch Yu Chaoen in the court had always been afraid of Lao Linggong and conspired to frame him. Guo Ziyi then asked himself to be the deputy commander of the army and horse, and the prince was also the commander of the army and horse. These soldiers were all soldiers under their command. When the generals in the hall saw the prince celebrate the birthday of Lao Linggong, they gave up the title of the prince and only gave up their title of military posts to live for the longevity. They should be pride themselves as soldiers, and they couldn't help feeling much more comfortable.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of urgent noise outside the Fushou Courtyard. Before someone in the courtyard could go out to investigate, he suddenly saw a violent neighing sound. The next moment, a dark horse nearly meter long flashed in from the courtyard gate, without stopping, and ran straight into the hall. The cognitive horse couldn't help but scream: "Jiuhuaqiu"

In the blink of an eye, the horse had already rushed into the hall. When he saw the old Linggong sitting upright, he was neighing in the hall. The next moment he was running to his side, and he was constantly neighing and grinding, and he was indescribable intimacy. This horse was originally a BMW that was famous for producing dragon horses in the west. It was said to be a descendant of the dragon. It was nine inches tall, with hair curled like scales, head, neck and mane. Every neighing came, and horses were erected, wearing nine patterns, and had the posture of a dragon. Therefore, the emperor was named "Nine Flowers Qiu". No one in the palace could control it. Later, he was given to Guo Ziyi. He recognized the master and fought for victory on the battlefield. Ten thousand horses were clear. Just now, it was in the stable. He heard the sound of war drums and flew over and followed the sound, but no one could stop him. This neighing sound was like a leopard, and countless guests felt deaf and split.

At this time, Mr. Guo could no longer suppress his excitement. He stood up suddenly with his thunder sword in his hand, letting the turbid tears roll down. While stroking the war horse beside him, he hit the shoulders and arms of the soldiers who were also rushing with tears. He couldn't say a word, but the force in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

Seeing that these great men who have lived for hundreds of disasters revealed their true feelings, Cui Youfu felt a sense of grief. He touched the prince with his hands. The prince was also very thoughtful, so he naturally understood the truth of taking advantage of the situation. He slapped the table and shouted: "Come on, change the big bowl and serve the warriors!"

Now, there are servants who have changed their wine utensils. The prince glanced at the thirty-three warriors holding a big bowl in front of him, and then to the old man Guo who had his hair and beards turned white. He suddenly raised the wine high to the top. Langsheng said: "'Prepare the affairs of the king and the world, win the reputation in front of him, and live up to the white. My good man in the Tang Dynasty is just like this. I, Li Shi, swore here today, and you are loyal to the country and make the country happy! Men are arrogant and come and drink."

At this moment, in the eyes of the guests in the hall, the protagonist of the Fushou Hall is no longer the Gong of Guo, who is both blessed and longevity, but the heroic and ambitious future emperor in front of him.

I don’t know who it was, Youyou sighed softly in the table: “This world... has been a lot of trouble from now on!”
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