cnatrainingtips Chapter 162
Chapter 162
The three army camps.
Torches crackled and burned.
The school field is full of long tables and square tables.
It is crowded and the meat is fragrant.
Some of the pawns pushed cups and changed lamps, and some feasted.
When Cang Xue walked into the barracks.
The noise seemed to stop raining.
The girl attracted almost everyone’s attention.
“Wang Zhi, Miss Wang Zhi, please come with me.”
A martial arts attendant from the Zhenbei Royal Mansion led Cang Xue and Xueniang to Zhao Heng’s table.
“Two of you, please take a seat.”
Unlike the eyes of the pawns, who were full of amazement and admiration, Zhao Heng’s expression was as calm as ever in the face of Cangxue, who was dressed up to attend.
The man personally washed two white porcelain bowls with clear tea.
Two bowls of wine were poured.
“Wang Zhi, Wang Zhi girl, Mo Yan is usual, Rao is such a big festival as the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the soldiers rarely have decent entertainment.”
“Miss Wang Zhi can sing for our group of rough men, Zhao Heng is very grateful.”
The man took the white porcelain bowl and drank it down.
Xueniang said lightly: “King Zhao, my sister and I can’t drink spirits.”
Zhao Heng smiled and said, “Then replace wine with tea.” Snow
Niang: “My sister and I are not thirsty.”
Zhao Heng: “This table full of dishes is all carefully cooked by the chef of the royal house, and the two of you are casual.” Snow
Maiden: “We’ve eaten.” ”
King Zhao,”
the girl got up and whispered, “the hour is not early, I will take the stage.”
“Good.”
Zhao Heng said with a smile: “I also asked Miss Wang Zhi to open her voice to her heart’s content, and I and the soldiers listened to it in the audience.” The
girl bowed her head slightly.
Immediately, Lian walked lightly and stepped onto the stage.
The light of the torches flickered.
The faces of the pawns in the audience were blurry.
In a trance, the girl couldn’t tell what year it was.
Is it August 15 of the third year of Voling?
Or August 15 of the fourteenth year of Voling?
The round jade disk was sprinkled with frost and snow.
In the autumn breeze, the girl opened her voice.
One person plays two corners.
“Since I accompanied the great king on his crusade to the east and the west, I have suffered from wind and frost and toiled year after year.”
“Hate, only hate Wudao, Qin ruined the living.”
“…”
Under the high platform.
The snow lady looked around.
“Miss Wang.”
“What for.”
In Xueniang’s puzzled gaze, Zhao Heng felt out a two-inch delicate white jade vial from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
Zhao Heng: “Miss Wang, do you know what this is?”
Xueniang’s shallow long eyebrows wrinkled slightly, “What?
Zhao Heng said softly: “Thousand Feather Night, to be precise, it is a lower grade of Hundred Feather Night. Snow
Maiden: “What for?”
Zhao Heng explained: “There is a prisoner immortal chain in Swagger Mountain, and a thousand feather night in the Wind and Snow Temple.
“Those who are locked in immortal chains, those who drink a thousand feathers of the night, even if the land immortals, with the true qi, cultivation, and combat power of burning the sky and boiling the sea, will be crushed into mortals.”
“This bottle of Hundred Feather Night in my hand can only suppress the realm of heaven and man.”
The crunch suddenly drifted into my ears.
Snow Maiden turned her head.
But I saw more than a dozen pawns slowly pushing and closing the three gates.
Only then did the snow lady realize it.
The pawns in the school field were all wearing sabers and armor.
Looking at Zhao Heng’s right hand that was placed on the table.
The snow lady reached out sharply and lifted the sleeves of the man’s silk coat.
Under the sleeves, a corner of soft armor appears.
Zhao Heng smiled faintly: “Miss Wang Zhi should have a really good eye.”
“Back to the Hundred Feathers Night.”
“Actually, the Hundred Feather Night is not a poison, because it is simply suppressing Wufu Xiuwei.”
“The young man of the Li family once said that the Wang Zhi girl likes to eat boiled eggs.”
“I once asked Li Ting to send it, and I don’t know if Miss Wang Zhi has eaten it.”
“It’s okay if you don’t eat, because Li Ting is still in the bluestone well in the backyard of Yuelai Inn, and he has a hundred feathers in the night.”
“The basket of mooncakes early this morning, even all the wells in Dragon City, and every pheasant and hare on the nearby mountain, carry a hundred feathers hidden in the night.”
Xue Niang said creepy: “Impossible, absolutely impossible, I have been cultivating these days, how can I not know if I am really poisoned?” Zhao
Heng: “Miss Wang, cultivation is to absorb the qi of heaven and earth and refine it into true qi, only when the battle starts and consumes true qi will it detonate a hundred feathers.”
“If you don’t believe it, try it~”
stared at the man’s face of Furui Wubo.
Those dark eyes made De Xueniang’s heart jump for the first time.
“Girl!”
Xueniang stood up abruptly.
“Concubine, since the lonely battle…”
The drama stopped abruptly.
The girl on the high platform looked condescendingly at the table of the snow lady.
I saw that Wang Ye Zhao and Sister Xue stood up in unison for some reason.
That Zhao Wang Ye walked behind Sister Xue.
Swift movements.
A gentle touch.
The girl saw that Sister Xue’s snow-white neck suddenly showed a blood line.
Suddenly, the blood curtain splattered.
Sister Xue’s mouth opened and closed, repeating two words all the time.
It’s ‘behind’.
The sound of footsteps themselves came from far and near.
The moment the girl turned around.
The man called Zhang Qingrong in the day happened to hand over a knife.
The dagger pierced deep into the abdomen.
The warm and sticky blood immediately stained a large area of colorful embroidered phoenix floral clothes.
“For the sake of 囡囡~”
Zhang Qingrong pulled out his dagger and retreated.
Another pawn stepped forward.
Suddenly, the blades of the dagger all entered the girl’s abdomen.
“For the sake of Wei Guo~” The
man drew his dagger and retreated.
Immediately, the third person, the fourth person, the fifth person ….
Blood stained the costume red.
The girl with a desolate face like snow could no longer support it, and slowly knelt on the stage.
The last footsteps approached.
The man grabbed Cang Xueqing Silk and slowly lifted the girl’s weakly hanging head.
What caught the girl’s eyes was the cold face of the young man of the Li family.
“Sister Wang Zhi, I’m sorry.”
“For myself~”
The last dagger, the boy sent the dagger into the girl’s heart.
The moment the dagger was drawn, the blood that spewed out splashed the entire face of the red boy.
The teenager released his palm.
The girl’s long body was weak, and she lay down on her back.
The sound of dense footsteps is getting farther and farther away.
Soon, only the girl and her sister Xue were left in the schoolyard.
The girl tilted her head with difficulty.
Under the high platform.
Sister Xue was lying on the table, as if she was asleep.
It’s just that blood continues to flow from the edge of the table, connecting into a thin line of blood.
The girl lost a lot of blood, and actually gathered a pool of blood on the high platform.
The heavens and the moon are innocent.
The moon on the ground is scarlet.
The moon is like snow.
I got off the girl’s body.
Those peach blossom eyes that reflect the sky full of stars.
Two lacquered pupils, gradually spreading.
until a layer of gray is gone.