Biganchun

Wuhua Tianbao, Huixianjin, Juqionglou.

In the west of Bianjing City, outside the Shuntian Gate, the water is shimmering and the waves are still. It is Jinming Pool and Qionglin Garden.Jinming Pond has a radius of nine miles and thirty steps, and a bridge like a flying rainbow runs through the two banks, which is called Yuxian Bridge.There are three rainbows on the bridge deck, and red lacquer railings.The lower row of geese pillars, with Longxing in the center, is commonly known as Camel Peak.

At the head of Yuxian Bridge, the five halls are connected. The first floor covers an area of ​​hundreds of feet, which is magnificent and majestic, looking like a fairyland.Under the eaves at the top of the building, there is a black plaque with gold characters, and the three characters "Baojin Tower" are written on the end.

There is a lot of willow shade downstairs in Baojin.Every March, when spring is warm in Tokyo, Jinming Pond floats in warm waves, flowers bloom like brocades, and orioles sing under the leaves.Or at the end of summer, when the Xiao Xiaoyu arrives, urging the lotus to send the duckweed, there are many poets and literati here, sitting opposite each other with wine, listening to the night rain in the golden pond, and expressing their leisure feelings.And the most prosperous thing is when the officials are lucky.There are all kinds of plays by the army, the buildings and boats rise together, the singing and dancing are peaceful, and the prosperity is like a dream.

The flowers, the moon, and the spring breeze are gone, and the lotus leaves are gone.

The westerly wind is getting tighter, and the side voice is urgent.

Seemingly inadvertently, this lively place has not heard the sound of entertainment and laughter for a long time.Although the weeping willows on both sides of Yuxian Bridge are still blowing in the water, they also faintly reveal a dark yellow and withered tone, which is no longer the color of the past.

At this moment, the sunny day is pouring generously on the open space in front of Baojin Building. Although it is autumn, it still feels extremely dazzling.

But what is more dazzling is not the late autumn sun.

On the square in front of the building, [-] imperial guards had already formed four groups of square formations, assembled solemnly under the sun, just waiting for Tianjia to read them.Every sergeant is fully armored, with a crossbow on his shoulder and a spear in his hand.The light of the crossbow is like frost, the tip of the gun is like snow, and the sharp light is shining brightly, approaching the head of Baojin Tower.Although there are tens of thousands of people, they don't hear a single sound.

In the Song Dynasty, bows and crossbows ranked first, followed by spears.With sharp spears and powerful crossbows, famous generals and counselors defend the land against the dead, and resist the four corners of Rongjie.

The startling clouds are rolling in, and the journey of thousands of miles.

Shenzhou Shenlu, success or failure depends on the sky.

Zhao Zhen was wearing a curly cloud crown and a black gown. The wide sleeves of the gown fluttered in the wind, showing the pride in his heart at this moment.

He looked out from the building for a long time, and the tens of thousands of troops in Baojin downstairs seemed to have penetrated deeply into his eyes like imprints.

The shadow on the sundial is gradually elongated, moving slowly like a needle.In the light and shadow, whether it is expected or feared, the next moment will eventually come.

Yan Shiliang whispered behind Zhao Zhen: "Officials, the time has come."

Zhao Zhen turned around, nodded and said, "Fan Qing, please preside over the exercises."

Twenty steps behind him were already full of important officials from the two governments.The eyes are full of nobles and purples, with overlapping crowns and belts, all of them are dignitaries in the court.

Fan Zhongyan stepped out from the group of officials, bowed and said: "I obey the order."

He climbed to the top of the city, stood by Zhao Zhen's side, and shouted: "Fengtian perform martial arts!"

On the square turrets, the commanding officer has already prepared the commanding flag, and at this time, he unfurls it against the wind, and the commanding flag is hunting and dancing in the wind, like a light boat floating across the river in the canyon, without any hesitation.

The forbidden army phalanx, like the footprints of a god, moved slowly under the command of Lingqi.Every time there was a change, shouts erupted in the phalanx, just like the sound of thunder billowing outside the clouds in the distance.

The array changes seven times, like wild goose wings resting temporarily.The four turret commanders put the flag back into their arms and shouted in unison: "God bless the Song Dynasty, the battle is successful!"

Wan Jun put down his spears and knelt on one knee.When the iron clothes touched the ground, the sound was uniform, like a turbulent wave, sweeping across the huge square in front of Baojin Tower in an instant.

"No win, no return!"

Wars are like floating clouds. After decades, fame and fortune fade away.But at this moment, the men of a generation have to fight to the death with their flesh and blood in order to make the historian hang down his pen and leave cold ink marks on the letter.If there is no heart of invincibility, how can it be possible to melt the sand and melt the snow, survive the Jedi, and taste the warmth of the world again?

Seeing this situation, Zhao Zhen and Fan Zhongyan were filled with emotion.Zhao Zhen looked back, and saw that all the important court officials were full of excitement when they saw this battle, even the ladies in military uniforms who were a little far away beside Empress Cao were no exception.

Zhao Zhen turned around, only to see Yan Shiliang who had been serving by his side standing silently, seemingly turning a blind eye to the situation in front of the building at the moment.Feeling slightly surprised in his heart, he whispered: "Shiliang, what's the matter?"

Yan Shiliang was startled, quickly collected his mind, and said respectfully: "I was in a trance for a while, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Zhao Zhen didn't take it seriously, and when he saw that the order flag moved again on the turret, he turned his head and continued to watch the martial arts performance downstairs.Yan Shiliang lowered his head, unconsciously lost in thought again.

The words in the warm pavilion of the side hall always linger in my heart, and it is hard to get rid of it for a long time.

... "Princess, if you don't go on the road, I'm afraid it will be too late." ...

... "Eunuch Yan, your loyalty to the official family is rare in the ages, and even Su Guang can't disrespect you... But in the Ruisi Palace that day, I had already died once. If it wasn't for him, I would have died at this time." Impossible to stand here... God's will is so, I feel ashamed, I have not cleared my debts, and I must not die in this side hall!"...

... "Ten feet of soft red, nothing in the past, does the princess still have any attachments?"...

... "Whether it's love or hate, even if you tell me, you won't understand."...

... "Since all thoughts are gone, what is the princess still hesitating at this moment?" ...

..."If I die here, I will never have the chance to repay all the debts I owe him in this life."...

... "The princess and Mr. Zhan will meet sooner or later to show Mr. Zhan's affection for the princess. Under the nine springs, he will never criticize the princess."...

... "Don't you understand? This debt of love is not for me to pay, but for me!... In this life, I never want to owe anyone, especially him..."

... "The matter has come to this point, the way of life is dead, how can the princess show the affection of adults?"...

... "As long as you are sincere, gold and stone are the same. If the way of life is dead, I will find another way to pay him back!"...

... "Could it be... Could it be that the princess just asked for the matter of the empress, and her intention was not to ask for death, but to ask for life?"...

Love lasts through the ages, life and death are difficult.Yan Shiliang's heart was full of melancholy, and it was hard for him to think about it for a moment.

Suddenly, the heralds from the surrounding turrets shouted in unison: "Stop!"

The flags are displayed in sequence, and the martial arts performance is completed.The formation of [-] soldiers has returned to the original four square formations.

Two swordsmen from Feiyi School went upstairs, knelt down in front of Zhao Zhen, and said: "I have brought today's prisoner who sacrificed to heaven. The death row prisoner is waiting for the order, and I thank your majesty for the grace of death."

Zhao Zhen's heart sank suddenly, and his mind was full of thoughts one after another, disturbing his thoughts.

Not only did he secretly laugh at himself - hadn't he already made up his mind?Why do you feel hesitant when things are coming to an end?

He was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Bring it up."

The two school swordsmen stood up according to the order, and a figure in ocher clothes appeared behind them.His prison clothes were thin, with a shackle on his neck and chains on his feet, but he was still calm and calm, no different from the past.

He walked up to Zhao Zhen and knelt down quietly.The eyes are as calm as a deep pool, without any emotion.

"Crime Prisoner Zhan Zhao, thank Your Majesty Long En."

The officials on both sides had already heard about Zhan Zhaoye's intrusion into the Ruisi Hall, and seeing him appearing on the Baojin Building in shackles and chains, they all fixed their eyes on Zhan Zhao.Although he didn't dare to whisper, he sighed or disdained in his heart, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and the undercurrent was surging.

Zhao Zhen's eyes lingered on Zhan Zhao's face for a moment: "Zhan Zhao, do you have any last words for me?"

Zhan Zhao raised his head and said slowly, "Criminals have nothing to say."

Are you still unwilling to show weakness?Zhao Zhen shook his head slowly and sighed in his heart.

Leaving Zhan Zhao aside, he turned to Fan Zhongyan and asked, "Have you prepared the ceremony for shooting victory?"

When Fan Zhongyan saw that Zhao Zhen had not been sentenced to death, he asked about the ceremony of shooting victory. He was puzzled for a moment, and replied with a low eyebrow: "All are ready, just waiting for His Majesty's order."

Zhao Zhen said slowly: "Then call Meng Zan to come up."

Meng Zan was originally the commander of the Archery Palace in the palace, and also the chief instructor of the Dragon Crossbow Straight Bow and Arrow.He is very young, only 24 or [-] years old, but he is very talented and extremely skilled in archery.Inside and outside the palace, no one knows.

Hearing Zhao Zhen's summons, Meng Zan hurriedly walked up to Baojin Building, knelt down and bowed to Zhao Zhen: "Meng Zan kowtows to His Majesty."

Zhao Zhen said quietly: "Today you won the shot, but you must be careful."

Shooting wins a salute, which is a rule passed down in the [-]s.Whenever the army goes out for an expedition, they place an arrow target far away in the school military field, called the victory mark, and direct a person with excellent archery skills to shoot three arrows at the victory mark. If all three arrows hit the bull's eye, then The Six Armies cheered and regarded it as a good omen.

Meng Zan knew that today's shooting must be perfect, so he didn't feel afraid, but smiled slightly: "I brought a good pair of bows and arrows today, I hope I can live up to my mission!"

Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows: "Oh, let's see it with me."

Meng Zan took a step back, turned slightly, and took off a pair of longbows from his back.The whole body of the longbow was dark and had no ornamentation.The body of the bow is three feet two inches, and the length of the string is two feet and five inches. At first glance, it seems that there is nothing special about it, but there seems to be a faint ray of cold killing intent on the bow tip of the string, which is shocking again. Heart.

Meng Zan put the bow horizontally in his hands, turned around and retracted his arms, and knelt down on one knee to Zhao Zhen.With a backhand thrust of his right hand, he pulled out three feathered arrows from the quiver carried on his back. The sharp edges were as bright as ice and snow, and the arrow feathers were crimson red, as if they were stained with blood.

Surprised and delighted, Zhao Zhen walked up to Meng Zan, looked at the bow and arrow carefully, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, the martial arts are sharp and extraordinary! I just don't know how strong it is?"

Meng Zan smiled slightly and replied: "Your Majesty will know soon."

He backhanded the two long arrows back into the quiver, stood up, and walked towards Baojin Tower.

On the opposite side of Baojin Building, the banquet hall is located far away.At this moment, a victory bid has already been firmly established on the white jade cloud steps of the banquet hall.Everyone who practices martial arts knows that even a strong sergeant can usually shoot a bow and arrow at a distance of only about 150 steps.But the winning mark is about 220 steps away from where Mengzan is standing. For ordinary people, it is almost impossible to see the bull's-eye on the winning mark.At this moment, Meng Zan is separated by such a distance, and it is really unprecedented to shoot the bull's-eye of the winning target in the banquet hall. Therefore, countless pairs of eyes from the first floor and downstairs are all fixed on Meng Zan for a moment.

But seeing him stepping up to the arrow stand upstairs, slowly holding the longbow in the wind, lightly putting the arrow on the string with his right hand, raising his arm, and pulling the bowstring steadily.With his right eye slightly closed, his left eye focused on the cloud steps of the banquet hall, stretched his arms and bowed his bow, and shouted in a deep voice:

"The bow says Wuji!"

In the sound of drinking, there was only a clang, and the string moved and the arrow shot out.The long arrow pierced through the air, flew over the three armies, and drew a circular arc in the air like a shooting star. It hit the bull's-eye of the winning target impartially.

The three armies were encouraged and shouted in unison, shaking the world.

"Long live!"

Amidst the shouts, Meng Zan took out the second arrow from behind with his backhand, everyone felt a flash in front of their eyes, but in an instant, the long arrow had left the string again!

"Arrows say longevity!"

The second arrow followed the trajectory of the first arrow like chasing the sky and the sun, as if it was destined, with a "Duo" sound, it went straight into the bull's-eye three inches away.

Under the bright sun, I saw two arrows aligned and inserted into the bull's-eye of the winning target, and the crimson feather tail was still trembling unnoticed.

"Hooray! Hooray!"

The shouts of the Wanjun were like overwhelming mountains and seas, deafening and reaching the five innermost organs.

Zhao Zhen's heart was agitated, and he praised loudly: "What a Promise Bow, Longevity Arrow!"

Meng Zan was about to take out the third arrow from the quiver, but Zhao Zhen said loudly: "This third arrow, just wait."

Ignoring the surprised gazes of the people behind him, he turned his head and asked Fan Zhongyan, "Fan Qing, what Meng Zan showed just now is already a marvelous skill. You see, in this dynasty, if you talk about archery, you can beat him." people?"

Seeing his sudden question, Fan Zhongyan was puzzled in his heart, but he still replied respectfully: "According to what I see, Meng Zan's archery skills have reached a high level. It may be very difficult to find someone who can beat him."

But Zhao Zhen shook his head: "I don't think so. There are people outside of people, and there is heaven beyond the sky. In this dynasty, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and this Baojin Tower, I am afraid that there are many people who are good at shooting."

Fan Zhongyan bowed his head, but his expression did not seem to be convinced.

Zhao Zhen glanced at him, smiled slightly and said: "It seems that Fan Qing can't believe it for a while...Okay, I want you to be convinced!"

He turned his head and said loudly to the ministers: "My lords, who can shoot the third arrow for Meng Zan?"

Most of the officials of the two prefectures on Baojin Tower are civil officials, even if there are military generals, their shooting skills are far inferior to Meng Zan.Therefore, they looked at each other in blank dismay for a while, and no one dared to respond.

Zhao Zhen seemed to have expected this a long time ago, his eyes flickered, and he said: "The ancients said that there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. If someone can hit the third arrow, I am willing...to answer his request."

It is indeed a great fortune to be appointed by the emperor.Fan Zhongyan couldn't help thinking, when he looked up, he still didn't see anyone answering.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhen said slowly again: "At this moment, no matter who the person standing at the top of Baojin Tower is, as long as he hits the winning target, I will grant everything he asks..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a maid in military uniform behind Empress Cao stepping out of the empress's throne and walking towards Zhao Zhen.

According to the rules established by the Song Dynasty for decades, the queen goes upstairs to accompany the review, accompanied by twelve court ladies, all wearing military uniforms and military shoes, and the order is "big fight".Therefore, when Empress Cao came to Baojin Tower today, she also brought many maids in military uniform with her.But since the founding of the country, there has never been any court lady who dared to leave the queen's seat and face the royal driver.The astonishing act of this court lady at this moment, all the officials looked sideways.

When Yan Shiliang and Zhan Zhao saw her, they both trembled and let out a low voice.

The wind was raging at the top of the building, she was slender, and her military clothes fluttered, as if she would go away against the wind at any time.On the pale face, the clear eyes flowed faintly, like a quiet night in the mountains, the moonlight sinking into the bottom of the lake.

Take a look, allure.

She leaned over and knelt down in front of Zhao Zhen, and said four words slowly, as firm as jade.

"I would like to try."

Zhao Zhen turned pale with shock, and lost his voice: "You...why are you here?"

All the previous elaborate arrangements were disrupted in an instant when they met her.He stood in front of her blankly, not knowing where he was thinking for a moment.

Empress Cao has also rushed to kneel down in front of Zhao Zhen at this moment.Although she promised to bring Qingcheng here, but at this moment, Qingcheng disrupted the shooting ceremony and appeared suddenly in full view, which was really unexpected to her.She regretted secretly in her heart, and reported to Zhao Zhen in a trembling voice: "This matter...is due to the dereliction of duty by the concubine."

Zhao Zhen ignored it, as if he could only see Qingcheng in his eyes.He looked down and saw that she was haggard and weak, as if she couldn't bear clothes.The scene of Qixi Festival in Ruisi Temple reappeared in his heart instantly, and he was in a trance for a while, feeling sad.

Seeing that he was speechless for a long time, Qingcheng asked in a low voice: "What His Majesty said just now, is it actually a joke?"

Zhao Zhen was startled, and suddenly understood what she was thinking, feeling both pity and anger.

Qingcheng looked up and said: "Your Majesty already knows what Suguang is asking for. Please allow Suguang to try the third arrow."

Zhao Zhen shook his head slowly: "You are weak at the moment, and your wrist injury is still unhealed. How can you cope with this powerful bow and crossbow? The victory in shooting is related to the national fortune of the Song Dynasty. The morale of the three armies, every arrow is not allowed It’s not that I don’t want to do it to you, it’s just that this fact is inappropriate!”

Qingcheng stared closely at Zhao Zhen's eyes: "Your Majesty's words are justified. But since Jinkou has made a promise, please stick to your word. The ceremony of shooting victory is of great importance, and Su Guang already knows it well. Ruo Su Just miss this arrow, I would rather die with my life!"

Zhao Zhen felt sore in his heart, he raised his eyes to look not far away, saw that Zhan Zhao was still standing upright and kneeling, and a ray of eyes was directed at Qingcheng, both worried and anxious, as if the last dream left in his heart was on the verge of tentacle Broken situation.

Zhao Zhen suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, with deep sadness in his eyes, and murmured: "Why is it so difficult for me to be kind?..."

It's just that his voice was so soft that no one around him could hear him clearly.

With the knife cut off the water, the water flows even more.

He suddenly withdrew his expression, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I want to see what God's will is! Since you are so persistent, the third arrow will be shot by you!"

Qingcheng shook slightly, bowed deeply to Zhao Zhen, and stood up.

Meng Zan has been standing by Zhao Zhen's side. Seeing Qing Cheng walking towards him, Meng Zan hesitated in his heart. He glanced at Zhao Zhen and saw his chin slightly, so he had no choice but to pass the long bow in his hand to Qing Cheng.

"Although this bow is a riding bow, it is as strong as six stones, and the string is hard to stretch. Please be careful, princess."

It should be noted that for ordinary bows and arrows, those with three or four stones are considered hard bows.This Promise Bow actually requires the power of six stones, no wonder it can shoot super far.

Qingcheng took the bow from Mengzan's hand with his right hand.The Promise Bow was held heavily in the hand, the handle of the bow was tilted, almost falling to the ground.

Meng Zan drew another long arrow from the quiver on his back, and handed it to Qing Cheng.

There seemed to be a flash of light in Qingcheng's eyes: "Just now, you once said that the name of this arrow is...?"

Meng Zan's body was straight and he answered loudly.

"Longevity Arrow!"

A faint smile appeared on Qingcheng's lips, and she stepped forward abruptly, taking the arrow in her hand.

The arrow feathers are bright red, as dazzling as a rose.

Her brows were slightly raised, as if she was burned by this seductive beauty.

The destination of fate and the direction of the body seem to be held in his own hands for the first time in his life.

Birth and death in an instant, without a pause, who judges?

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