Mei Gongqing

She looked at her sympathetically and replied: "Yes. ”

Not long ago, a bunch of bamboo candles appeared in front of Chen.

Chen Cheng did not sit on the collapse at all and began to concentrate on wearing the Kong Ming lamp.

Night, it's getting darker.

In the sky, the stars dot, the galaxy gleams, and over time, one well lamp after another floats to the sky.

Chen Yong loosened his hand and looked at the light of the hole in his hand rising. In the dark red candlelight, on the gauze paper, the man smiled slightly with a distant face that made her afraid to pay attention.

On the walls.

Looking at the middle-aged general who was slowly approaching, the cadets bowed their heads at the same time to salute him, "I have seen the general. ”

The middle-aged general nodded.

He looked at the dark wilderness ahead, and even if it was just a little starlight, he could see the dark side of the wilderness. Those marks were the result of the burning of the forest.

This was the first thing a middle-aged general did after Luoyang City broke down.

He stood quietly at the head of the city and looked at the sky for a while, then suddenly said: “I think Sun Zhongju planned Zhuguo Kunming, that's the same distance to look at the sky, quietly wait for the other party to attack? ”

In the sound, carry a pleasant taste.

The clerks behind him did not respond. In front of him, the general was supposed to be a Buddhist, and at any moment they would send a string of emotions that they could neither hear nor understand.

At this time, the middle-aged general sighed, looking back at the woody cabbies, shook his head and murmured: “How lonely the wise are! ”

Go ahead, sigh a long time.

And just then, his eyes caught on, and he drank, “What is that? ”

The clerks turned their heads quickly and replied with a smile: "It's Kong Ming Lantern. Last night, the sky floated a lot. I didn't think there would be more tonight. ”

The middle-aged general frowned.

At this time, a gust of wind blew in, and with it, a kongming lamp flew towards the middle-aged general.

The middle-aged general stared at it and suddenly his face changed dramatically. He drank suddenly: "Shoot it down! ”

Seeing the clergymen standing there, staring at themselves in obscurity, the middle-aged general sighed and drank: “The words on it are the words of the Humans! ”

Hu Hu's words?

That's no small thing.

The cadets, Yilin, were almost simultaneous, and the two young cadets took out the bow on their backs and made arrows against the sky.

‘Pff--’

Arrows go like meteors!

In the blink of an eye, a perforated lamp hits the floor.

However, it had just landed on the ground, the candle twisted and the veil of the paste lamp began to burn, not waiting for the pawn to run down the city wall, and it had only a few black bamboo strips left.

The middle-aged general had drank heavily by then: "Shoot it, shoot it all! ”

“Yes!”

A neat response sounded, and a dozen archers bowed and arrowed, shooting into the sky.

The middle-aged man looked at a long, empty arrow and shouted, "Bring my bow and arrow! ”

“Yes!”

Less often than not, his own soldiers had delivered a gorgeous bow painted black and three arrows into his hands.

The middle-aged general leads the bow and arrows.

At this moment, because the Kongming lamp was too high to shoot, they stopped and looked back at the chief.

‘...’... ‘...'... ’...'...

Three arrows are fired in succession, like a meteor crossing the night sky.

The first arrow slammed and punched a pair of lights in the hole.

Just as the candle in the light twisted, the second arrow had fired, ‘z--', shooting the burning candle core out.

Immediately afterwards, the third arrow fired, and this arrow fired at the other beacon, just one arrow, and shot the cores out, and between the eyes, the two beacons floated to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the priests simultaneously cheered, turning back and looking with admiration at their chief.

The middle-aged general held up his chest and drank heavily: "Pick it up! ”

Yes! Yes! ”

The two pawns ran down the walls and rushed towards the illuminating lights that fell on the floor.

Without much kung fu, the two kengming lamps were placed in front of the middle-aged general.

The middle-aged general put the two together and frowned: “It's the same. ”

He picked one up and stared at the portrait, muttering: “Who is this? ”

Since nobody answered.

He turned the light around and looked at the one with the writing on it. Staring at Hu Wen like a wreath, the middle-aged general stood up and drank: "Shoot all the Kong Ming lights down! ”

“Yes.”

“Ask around and see where it initially came from! ”

“Yes!”

“Go and invite Yu Gong. He is fluent in Hu Wen and must know these words. ”

“Yes.”

When his orders were issued one after the other, it was almost sudden that a clerk pointed at the sky above the Nanyang King's Palace and said, “Yes, that's where the Kong Ming lamp flew out. ”

The middle-aged general turned his head.

He looked at the stacked roof beams and lowered his voice: "Nanyang Wang Palace? ”

He shook his hand and drank: “Watch closely. ”

“Yes!”

At this time, Chen Zheng, not knowing that her Kong Ming lamp had been shot down, she was still tirelessly making Kong Ming lamp, one after the other.

The young lady walked behind her and whispered, "Girl, are you tired? Take a break. ”

Chen Yong looked up at her.

She had a sympathetic look at the young lady. Chen Yong smiled. She lowered her head and said softly: “I'm not tired.” The sound is a little dull.

She's in a hurry. It's the second night.

Her performance that day may only keep her safe tonight. But tomorrow night? What about the night after?

And the young lady said, "Girl, let's do it for you. ”

Chen Yong's eyes lit up and nodded his head, “Okay, okay. Thank you."

The young lady shook her head, "You're welcome, lady.” She looked at the older maiden.

But the woman's face showed a clear reluctance. The young maiden squatted herself.

Chen Yong swayed his sour and swollen arm and sat back.

At this point, the sky was filled with a grudgingly tangled bang. Along with the vowel, and the beautiful song, the young maiden saw Chen Yong staring at the bright building in front of her. She couldn't help but blink. “I heard that the Hedong Cui sent a beautiful woman this evening, and the king is gracious. ”

She stared at Chen Yong and saw that her face was a little pale. She couldn't help but comfort herself: “If the beauty had gained the king's heart, perhaps the king would have forgotten the girl you are.” Her voice is a little faint, and she has nothing to say: any beauty the king has forgotten will be remembered by his men.