romantic flower

There are only a few thousand people in the city, and in Wang Kui's view, it is already a doomsday situation.

Although Song Yi once again created an extraordinary miracle of life and death on the battlefield, he was not very excited, because even if he was willing to stay and accompany Song Yi to guard this lonely city alone, it would be nothing more than three more days of life.

After writing the suicide note, letting the soldiers who don't want to stay to die, and dismissing the citizens who don't want to stay in the city, all these things were done in one day.

Wang Kui found Song Yi in front of the blind old man in the city who was sewing a strange and huge piece of cloth.

A piece of round cloth was worn with many tough silk threads in the army, which were originally used to wear extremely important armor, but Song Yi wanted to come here.

Wang Kui didn't know what Song Yi wanted to do with this, but he still patiently sat aside and watched.

"Aren't you going to patrol the city?" Song Yi turned his head and asked with a calm face.

"Xuncheng? Hehe, this is an isolated city, and those left behind are not afraid of death! At this time, I don't need to do anything, and these people will probably do better than what I ordered." Wang Kui smiled, his face The previous scar was particularly conspicuous.

"What does it feel like?"[

"What?" Wang Kui asked suspiciously.

Song Yi stared at him seriously and said, "Zhuge Qi, the mighty army is gone, how do you feel?"

Wang Kui's expression darkened, and he said with a bitter smile, "Kang Kang left first, I can understand his difficulties, he made the right choice, he kept the strength of the mighty army, and retreated to Youzhou, so that he could arrange fortifications in time and prevent the big Zhao collapsed like a dike burst!"

"If it were me, I would be very desperate and angry!" Song Yi said with a smile.

"It's only now that I feel that Mrs. Yue can't make a mistake. After all, she is the general's wife." Wang Kui said.

"I said, I won't die!" Song Yi said seriously again, his confidence was so strong that Wang Kui was puzzled.

"What about now? Three thousand versus three hundred thousand?" Wang Kui asked with a smile.

Song Yi frowned slightly and thought about it, then said, "This time, bet on your luck!"

"Luck?" Wang Kui frowned, very puzzled.

Song Yi pointed to the big round cloth that the old man was sewing and said seriously, "Rely on it, bet on your luck!"

Wang Kui was puzzled.Although he was puzzled, he still felt that Song Yi seemed to have a convincing magic power, and some absurd hopes were inexplicably fueled in his heart.

In the end, Song Yi didn't tell Wang Kui what the round cloth could be used for, and only he himself knew that he was actually not very sure.

Although the balloon skin that the old man is sewing is already the best material that can be collected, Song Yi will still be patient with the fire resistance of this thing, and even if the old man made the balloon skin, Song Yi himself You can also try to use the fuel collected by Wu Jian to make really useful materials.

Between them, there are countless difficulties.But fortunately, Song Yi needs a very short time, and the required goal is very clear.

All he wanted was to see Wanyan Hongliang's position clearly among the 30 troops, and then kill him in one fell swoop!This is the only way Song Yi can think of that can break the situation the most, and it is also the only way that is the most unexpected. [

It's just that this matter is really too difficult.

After noon, the blind old man finished sewing the balloon, and Song Yi asked someone to take away the balloon and the skin, and then began to make the easiest hot air balloon in history.

Of course, even Wu Jian couldn't understand why Song Yi had to complete such a thing in the last three days, but Fuyao seemed very interested in it.

The airbag was fully inflated by manpower, and after experimenting with the extremely rare fuel that Wu Jian found and the alcohol with a higher concentration extracted by Song Yi himself, it was actually able to float

The huge sphere, like a hanging white flower, floated in the air. Fuyao, Wu Jian and others watched the scene in front of them in astonishment, and let out incredible sounds of exclamation.

But Song Yi let out a depressed sigh, because the airbag failed to fly, which seemed to be somewhat different from his imagination.

Asking someone to make a hanging basket according to the shape he drew, Song Yi then spent all his time thinking about the hot air balloon.

At night, the fiercely burning flames still kept agitating the airbag to float up. Occasionally, the strong flame could carry the airbag to float some distance from the ground, but it couldn't fly high.

Fuyao finally understood what Song Yi wanted to do, and asked blankly, "You want it to fly and then assassinate Wanyan Hongliang?"

"Yes, this is the only way to mess up the Jin people." Song Yi said.

For Fuyao, what Song Yi brought her was always the novelty she had seen in this world, even at this moment she still felt that the floating airbag Song Yi made was simply the most miraculous miracle she had ever seen.

However, asking her to imagine that this kind of spherical thing could float high in the sky, and then be controlled by Song Yi to assassinate Wanyan Hongliang, was beyond all her cognition.

Wu Jian was naturally stunned from the very beginning, but a strange feeling arose in his heart, which prompted him to desperately collect everything that Song Yi asked him to collect as if he had inexhaustible power. Fuel, urging the people in Qingmu Village to create the highest concentration of alcohol

While Wang Kui was patrolling the city, Song Yizheng was silently doing something that was almost difficult to accomplish. For him, what he could rely on was the memory of his time travel, and those technologies that outsiders could not understand and achieve.

It wasn't until this time that Song Yi felt that it was a fatal mistake for a person to not learn enough. Even if he traveled to a strange era and had more knowledge, his way of life would be wider and longer.

Another day passed, everything imaginable has been done, the golden soldiers outside the city are ready to move, and the hot air balloon can float a few meters off the ground with hard work, but unfortunately, a hole was burned out in one part of the balloon, and it was severely damaged. Falling down, Song Yi almost rolled out of his internal organs

In the distant capital city, there is depression.

One-sidedly, Xiangguo headed by Wang Weishi eagerly proposed that Kang Wang should return to Beijing immediately to ascend the throne, while others remained silent.

The overall situation is obvious, but it is also very critical, because at this moment in Beijing, not even a single adult heir of the former emperor is present. It is hard to imagine who the emperor who will be enthroned at this time would be if the seventh prince hadn't just left Jiangnan some time ago.

But there are actually some different movements in the court. Some people are actively running around in private. Even the Ming King who is far away in Luoyang is rushing towards the capital. Before the prince came to the capital, there was a decisive conclusion.

The world is still calm, but the capital is already in turmoil.

Wang Weishi walked into Yue's mansion in the darkness of the day, and Mrs. Yue left the capital at dawn the next day.

Before leaving the capital, Mrs. Yue only met one person, and that was Wang Shuai, the prodigal son of the capital.