It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 230

Lin Shaoyu raised his head and looked at the stands.

When he looked at Emperor Ming, Emperor Ming closed his eyes slightly; when he looked at Yuchili, Yuchili turned his head aside; when he looked at Cui Xiang, Cui Xiang put his hand on his forehead and fell asleep. He looked at the civil servants and military generals on the stage, the royal family and nobles. They turned a blind eye, as if they did not see Lin Shaoyu.

Instead, Jin asked stood up and said, "Lin Shaoxia, it's been a long time since I met, why are you so down?"

Lin Shaoyu ignored him.

Liu Aji stood up and threw the whisk in his hand: "The Guards, take down those who disturbed the martial arts."

With the imperial guards surrounding them, they were still afraid of Lin Shaoyu's martial arts just now. But Lin Shaoyu didn't resist, he had already put down his gun and just shouted loudly.

"My father, Lin Wentian, is brave and loyal, and the world can learn from it. Why is his head in a different place, and he has left a stigma for thousands of years. The unfilial son Lin Shaoyu wants to apologize for his father and return him a father..."

His mouth was blocked, and he couldn't say anything after that. All you want is justice, but sometimes you can't even say the word justice. Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Cheng Dalei neither had the chance to shoot, nor did he want to.

The people in the stands seemed to regain their senses. Lin Shaoyu's appearance was indeed a little embarrassing, but they learned how to see embarrassing things early on.

Today's military examinations are considered to be ruined by the Rong clan. It is estimated that Emperor Ming has no face to re-name Qu Jiujiang or Liu Qing. If Lin Shaoyu was not Lin Shaoyu, he could still be promoted to the champion. Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

So there are only two things left for today, one is to reward Yang Longting, and the other is to reward Cheng Dalei.

There are still many ceremonies to go, drums, cannons, and the guards to show a guard of honor. At this time, everyone has to discuss how to do the matter of Wu Zhuangyuan, whether to simply not seal it, or just bring someone up. Cover up the lost face.

"Your Majesty, Princess Mingyu specially ordered the actors to arrange a play instead of the original sword and halberd dance. Would you like to watch it, Your Majesty?"

"Wan'er's idea?" Emperor Ming got a little bit of spirit: "Let's take a look then."

In fact, everyone is very annoyed by such cumbersome ceremonies, but in such occasions, it is not good if you don't show your piety. At this time, it is good to have a play to pass the time.

There was already a high stage in the martial arts field, and it was arranged as a stage in advance, with a curtain separating the front and back.

Emperor Ming smiled and said, "It seems that Wan'er has long been prepared."

"Princess Mingyu is very caring." Liu Aji said.

When Emperor Ming showed his interest, there was another who dared not to be interested. For a time, everyone's attention was focused on the stage.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Qingyi walked to the center of the stage in a white robe, his face was very white, and there was no expression in his eyes. For a time, no one could tell whether he was male or female, or neither male nor female.

It is said that Bodhisattvas are neither male nor female.

So everyone couldn't help but be attracted to him, staring at his every move.

"The devil in the far north has awakened

It's freezing cold and it's covered in snow

A calamity is coming

The world is still in a dream without knowing it.”

His singing is completely different from the popular tunes in Chang'an. It is not an aria rather than a singing. Accompanied by a dongxiao, his voice is ethereal, like the sounds of nature.

On the stage, there were black-clothed demons struggling to stand up. They had green faces and fangs, and they were terrifying. A city was breached, civilians in commoners were slaughtered, and nobles in brocade were fleeing.

Chu Qingyi fell to the ground, struggling, twisting his body, the white robe on his body was torn by himself, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

Everyone understands what he is performing, he is performing rape, his body twisted like a snake, his expression of despair, even if there is only one person, it seems to let people see a rude and dirty dog ​​defile the moon .

The hearts of the audience were pulled. Was a woman raped? No, the entire empire was being raped.

A general in armor was on the run. He passed the raped Chu Qingyi and the slaughtered civilians.

Chu Qingyi stood up slowly, the bodhisattva he was never happy or sad turned into a weak woman with messy clothes, still a pale face, expressionless.

"The cultivated field was trampled by iron hoofs

Fire breaks out in dead house

The young son's body hangs on the beam

And I have become unclean

Where is the person who should protect us

But it turned out that he couldn't catch the wind when he escaped

Why is there such a disaster

It is the heaven that will bring suffering on the world

Or is God not merciful to the world?"

The drum beat suddenly and punctuated the heart of the person, making the audience's emotions tense.

On the road where the demons were chasing and killing, a team of men in blue shirts suddenly appeared.

Chu Qingyi held a sword, and his momentum changed instantly. If he was a charming and weak woman just now, at this moment he is the most stubborn man in the world.

Cold eyes flashed cold light, Tie Jian was murderous, although he was only one person, he seemed to be fighting against thousands of troops.

Behind him, the blue shirt and the black one fought. Although the number of people in the blue shirt was small, it was as if they were being attacked in the dark sea, but they were defended after waves of attacks.

The sound of drums, dongxiao, pipa... became more and more rapid, and the battle on the stage became more and more intense.

The stage was clearly divided into two halves, and on the other side a veteran in armor was surrounded by men in black.

Chu Qingyi danced the sword and sang while dancing:

"Why don't you say no clothes? Robe with your son

Do you say no clothes? Tongze with Zi

Do you say no clothes? Dress with your son"

One song and three sighs, the tune is mournful, accompanied by the clanging drumbeat, which condenses everyone's attention together. Everyone's emotions fluctuated involuntarily with the performance on the stage, and they were concerned about whether the Tsing Yi man could hold on, and whether the veteran could wait for support.

The changes on the stage suddenly accelerated, fighting, fighting, fighting. At the same time, in the corner of the stage, a clown-like person snorted coldly, blocking the food and grass that was about to be delivered.

The general who escaped on the other side was nestled at the head of the city, sneaking his head out.

If everyone doesn't understand what's going on now, then the civil and military officials of the empire have become fools. Cui Xiang's face has become extremely embarrassed, while Yang Longting is expressionless.

Everyone looked at Emperor Ming and felt that the play could not go on, but when he was present, no one could make up his mind for him.

Emperor Ming opened his eyes slightly, knocked on the dragon chair, and said slowly, "Is it interesting?"

Everyone looked back, since Emperor Ming said it was interesting, then everyone had to find it interesting. But such a play is more than a little interesting, it has a big meaning inside.

Jin Wentian stood up abruptly, looked around, his heart was beating.

Yang Longting felt the same as him at the moment, and glanced at the martial arts arena.

That man must be here, he's not dead, he's alive, and he's by his side.

The question is, where is he, or rather...

Who is he?