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 Wei Chili, Wei Chili twisted his head to the side, and when he looked at Cui Xiang, Cui Xiang put his hand on his forehead and fell into a false sleep. He looked at the civil and military generals on the stage, the royal family and nobles, they turned a blind eye, as if they didn't see Lin Shaoyu.

Instead, Jin Wendao stood up and said, "Lin Shaoxia, I haven't met for a long time, why are you so downcast?"

Lin Shaoyu ignored him.

Liu Aji stood up and shook the dust in his hand: "Praetorian Guard, take down those who disturb the martial arts." ”

There were Praetorian Guards surrounding them, and they were still afraid of the martial arts that Lin Shaoyu had just shown. But Lin Shaoyu did not resist, he had already put down the gun in his hand, and just shouted loudly.

"My father Lin Wentian, brave and loyal, heaven and earth can be learned, why is his head in a different place, leaving a stench for 10,000 years, the unfilial son Lin Shaoyu wants to cry out for his father and return him a ......"

His mouth has been gagged, and he can't speak anymore. I want justice, but sometimes you can't even say the word justice. Looking at his embarrassed appearance, Cheng Dalei had neither a chance to make a move, nor did he want to make a move.

Everyone in the stands seemed to be awake again, Lin Shaoyu's appearance was indeed a little embarrassing, but they had already learned how not to see embarrassing things.

Today's martial arts is considered to have been destroyed by the Rong clan, it is estimated that Emperor Ming has no face to seal the name of Qu Jiujiang or Liu Qing, if Lin Shaoyu is not Lin Shaoyu, he can still be promoted to the champion, but unfortunately it is not what people want.

Then there are two things left for today, one is to reward Yang Longzhu, and the other is to reward Cheng Dalei.

There are still many ceremonies to go, drums, cannons, the Praetorian Guard to show a guard of honor, take advantage of this time, everyone has to discuss how to do the matter of Wu Zhuangyuan, whether to simply leave it unsealed, or casually bring someone up to cover the lost face.

"Your Majesty, Princess Mingyu specially ordered the drama to rehearse a play to replace the original sword and halberd dance, do you want to take a look?"

"Wan'er's idea?" Emperor Ming came to his senses slightly: "Then take a look." ”

In fact, everyone is annoyed by such a cumbersome ceremony, but it is not okay for you not to show piety on such occasions, and at this time, it is good to have a play to pass the time.

There is already a high platform in the martial arts arena, which is arranged into a stage in advance, and there are curtains to separate the front and back stages.

Emperor Ming smiled: "It seems that Wan'er has been prepared for a long time. ”

"Princess Mingyu is very caring. Liu Aji said.

When Emperor Ming showed an interested appearance, there was a dare to be interested in the present. For a moment, 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 moment, no one could tell whether he was male or female, or whether he was male or female.

It is said that the Bodhisattva is neither male nor female.

In this way, everyone's hearts couldn't help but be attracted to him, staring intently at his every move.

"The Demon King of the Far North has awakened

It was freezing and covered with snow

A scourge of swords is coming

The world is still in a dream, and I don't know it."

His singing voice is completely different from the popular tunes of Chang'an, not so much singing as aria, accompanied by the dong flute, the voice is ethereal, if it is natural.

On the stage, there were black-clothed demons struggling to stand up, their green faces and fangs, hideous and terrifying, a city was breached, civilians in cloth clothes were slaughtered, and nobles in brocade clothes 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 knew what he was performing, he was acting rape, his body writhing like a snake, his expression of despair and death, even though it was only one person, it seemed to make people see a rude and dirty dog defiling the moon.

The audience's hearts were pinched, is it a woman being raped, no, the whole empire is being raped.

A general in armor was on the run, he passed by the raped Chu Qingyi, the slaughtered civilians, stared intently, and fled in a hurry.

Chu Qingyi stood up slowly, he turned from a bodhisattva who was not happy or sad to a weak woman in disheveled clothes, still with a miserable white face and expressionless.

"The fields of ploughing are broken by iron hooves

A fire broke out in the house where he died

The body of the young son hangs from the beams of the house

And I became unclean

Where are the people who should protect us?

But it turned out that when he fled, he couldn't even catch up with the wind

Why is there such a calamity?

It is heaven that will bring tribulation on earth

Or does God have no mercy on the world?"

The drums beat suddenly, hitting the hearts of the people, making the audience's emotions tense.

On the road pursued by the demons, a team of green-shirted people suddenly appeared.

Chu Qingyi held a sword, and his momentum changed instantly, if he was a charming and weak woman just now, he was the most iron-clad man in the world at this moment.

Cold eyes bloomed with cold light, iron sword was full of murderous opportunities, although he was only one person, it was as if he was fighting with thousands of troops.

Behind him, the green shirts and the black clothes fought, although the number of green shirts was small, as if they were impacted in the dark sea, but they were held by a ** attack.

The sound of drums, the sound of the flute, the sound of the lute...... The rush became more and more intense, and the battle on the stage became more and more intense.

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

Chu Qingyi danced with a sword, dancing and singing:

"Do you say that you have no clothes?

How can you say that you have no clothes?

Shall you say that you have no clothes, and you will be clothed with your son?"

One song and three sighs, the melody is mournful, accompanied by the sound of drums, which condenses everyone's attention together. Everyone's emotions unconsciously fluctuated with the performance on the stage, caring about whether the people in Tsing Yi could hold it, and whether the veteran could wait to support.

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

The fleeing general nested at the head of the city, sneakily poking his head out.

If everyone doesn't understand what's going on at this point, then the civil and military officials of the empire will be fools. Cui Xiang's face had become extremely embarrassed, while Yang Longzhu was expressionless.

Everyone looked at Emperor Ming and felt that the play could not be performed anymore, but he was present, and everyone couldn't make up their minds for him.

Emperor Ming opened his eyes slightly, knocked on the dragon chair with his hand, and said slowly: "Is it a little interesting?" ”

Everyone retracted their gaze, since Emperor Ming said it was a little interesting, then everyone had to find it interesting. But such a play is not only a little interesting, but also a lot of meaning inside.

Kim asked, standing up suddenly, his eyes looking around, his heart pounding.

Yang Long stopped at this moment and felt the same way as him, and swept his eyes 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 exactly is he, or ......

Who is he?