The Longest Day in Chang’an

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The Shangyuan Spring Banquet was just over. After the lantern was pulled out, there were still many gatherings for the appreciation of the lanterns, the offering of poems by the emperor, and the drinking of the holy wine in the cave. Why did the prince choose to rush away at this moment? For a moment, Li Mi was at a loss, and wanted to call the carriage, but his throat was blocked by something.

He strangled the horse and stared blankly at the Siwang car passing by beside him.

At the same time, a huge burst of applause broke out in front of the Tongyang Gate. The red chip for pulling the lamp has already boarded the Qinzheng government building, stepped on the seventh floor to pick the star, stood on the outreach terrace, and threw a candle to the Taishang Xuanyuan lamp tower.

Zhang Xiaojing saw that Huoxuan had been ignited, and he was slightly relieved. This twist is made of hemp core dipped in oil. Once lit, it will not be extinguished easily. The shortcoming is that the speed is slightly slower. How can you get seven or eight fingers in the bamboo tube? It is also after ten fingers.

Zhang Xiaojing threw down the fire sickle, got up and rushed to the door of the top cabinet, hoping to temporarily block the chasing soldiers behind him, and only by blocking it, he would be able to gain enough time to detonate.

Ironically, this is the second time Zhang Xiaojing has faced almost the same situation at the same location in just half an hour. Even more ironically, the two chasing soldiers outside were clearly hostile to each other.

The soldiers of the Longwu Army and the Brigade Army had already rushed to the door. Zhang Xiaojing's crossbow machine was empty. There were no other weapons in his hand and he could only resist with a pair of flesh palms. He shouted, removed the door of the top cabinet as a shield, and leaned out and pressed out, overwhelming a chase.

But whether it is the brigade army or the Longwu imprisonment, they are the elite divisions in Beijing. Some people rushed up the stairs continuously, and the pressure continued to increase. Although the soldiers could not single out Zhang Xiaojing, they could attack together. Zhang Xiaojing can only grasp the door panels by empty hands and use the narrow corridor to desperately push them out. Countless knives chopped lightly on the door panel, the wood chips splashed, and the door panel was about to be split into a fence.

A Longwu Army soldier saw that the knife-cutting could not work for the time being, his arms were stretched out, and the whole person pressed up. Others were prompted and followed suit. Zhang Xiaojing could not hurt the enemy, nor could he fight the weight of so many people. He was suddenly pressed back under the door panel, unable to move.

It wasn't until this moment that Yuan Zai climbed the stairs. At first glance, Zhang Xiaojing was the official of the new Jing'an Division who was killed by himself before Chao Fenmen. He shouted, "I reminded you to come to Xingqing Palace. I am not a cricket! My own person! My own person!"

Yuan Zai stared at Zhang Xiaojing, his heart became more and more complicated. This man killed dozens of his subordinates in person and scared himself to urinate pants-but it was really he who prompted him to come to Xingqing Palace. Is it true that Zhang Xiaojing was wronged? But Yuan Zai quickly denied it again. He was holding a fierce fire to explode the lamp tower, this is a behavior under the eyes of everyone, is it not a rebel?

The contradictory behaviors of this one-eyed dead prisoner are as clever as they are, and they can't figure out what is going on. Yuan Zai decided not to think about it, in short, it was right to catch him first!

"Don't believe his words!" Yuan Zai was about to clear his throat and issue the next command, but Zhang Xiaojing's voice prevailed.

"This light tower is already filled with fierce fire and thunder, and it's about to explode! You must send someone to stop it immediately!" Zhang Xiaojing yelled under the door panel with hiss. This statement made Yuan Zai tremble, and quickly looked up at the inside of Taishang Xuanyuan Lamp Building. It's a pity that the space inside is empty and nothing can be seen clearly.

My God, if all the fierce fire and thunder in this light tower, wouldn't even the entire Xingqing Palace have to go to heaven? Yuan Zai's head was blinded.

"Sir ... Sir! Be careful!" A Long Wujun soldier suddenly screamed at the top cabinet. The door panel has been removed, so everyone in the corridor can see the scene inside.

A unicorn arm is close to the back of the machine, and the twist has burned into the inside of the bamboo tube. The cold hunch of death hit Yuan Zai's heart at once. Without a word, he rolled his head under the stairs. The soldiers who pressed against Zhang Xiaojing's door, as soon as they saw the officer, also jumped away.

I saw that the twist of the unicorn arm burned to the end, a few sparks flashed, and then disappeared. However, Zhang Xiaojing knew that this was not to disappear, but to dig into the bamboo tube, which would soon wake up a terrible flame monster.

He clenched his fists and closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when he was relieved by the flames.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers ... After five fingers, the ceiling was still quiet. Instead of hearing the unexpected explosion, Zhang Xiaojing felt that his face was a bit hot. He opened his eyes and saw a blaze of fire flying around the transfer.

This fierce fire thunder is a stink bullet.

Zhang Xiaojing quickly found out why. The tail of this unicorn arm was knocked open in the battle just now, and there was a black viscous fiery oil pouring out and spilled on the floor.

The key to the manufacture of Fierce Fire Thunder is that the inside must be tightly packed, and the oil strength should be stored firmly in one place, so that it can be successfully detonated. If the seal is damaged and the energy is released, it will only become a normal burning, and there is the power of fierce fire and the lightning strike is lost. Earlier, the barreled fierce fire thunder carried by the Turkic Wolf Guards was due to poor sealing, which caused several fierce fire thunders to become stink bombs.

Obviously, Zhang Xiaojing's luck was not good enough. The tail of this unicorn arm was damaged and the strength was leaking, making it a normal burning fierce thunder. Although it burns fiercely, it has no effect on the metal texture.

It still turned indifferently in the blazing fire, driving the Tianshu to rotate. Zhang Xiaojing closed his eyes helplessly, he has done his best, is this just a matter of heaven?

The group of soldiers hiding downstairs saw that there was no explosion and was ready to rush again. At this time, a huge sound wave rushed outside, and countless hands were raised in the square, and countless personal voices gathered into a sentence: "Pull out the lights! Pull out the lights! Pull out the lights!"

As a part of the climax of the lamp-pulling ceremony, the lamp-pulling red chip stands on the main building of diligent affairs. The emperor will give him or her the earliest sprout willow branch in the palace this year. . Pull out the red chip, hold the willow branch, ignite it, and then throw it to the lamphouse to ignite the candlelight-not really ignite, but only exist as a ritual, throw it here, and the people in the lamphouse will Raise the candle to get the idea that spring is coming.

When the call to "pull out the lamp" came, Zhang Xiaojing understood that the Taishang Xuanyuan Lamp Building was about to enter its final mission. The fish intestines will ignite the lamphouse fire, and Que Lehuo will devour everyone.

but not now!

In order to ensure the maximum effect, the operation of the fish intestine will be divided into two steps. In the first step, he will activate the normal organs, make the twenty-four lamp houses light up one after another, and attract the emperor, the group of ministers, and the envoys of the various nations to the edge of the diligent and administrative affairs building; The intestines will ignite the twenty-four pre-embedded fiery thunders, let them explode together, and then explode the hidden Que Lehuo in the Tianshu.

In other words, as long as the twenty-four lamp houses are not fully lit, there is still a ray of life.

Zhang Xiaojing's eyes shone dangerously, and he struggled to get up from under the door panel. The soldiers rushed up for the second time in a trembling manner. Zhang Xiaojing said nothing, and protected the face with both hands, braved the fire and rushed into the attic again.

The chasing soldiers were surprised, there was obviously a dead end, and there was a fire burning, is this person looking for his own way? Yuan Zai did not dare to underestimate this prisoner of death, he urged his men to rush over as soon as possible to see what happened.

Several soldiers rushed to the top cabinet and saw that the fire was still burning, the transfer was still rotating, but the person was gone. Upon hearing this, Yuan Zai ran over and looked up, but saw a big hole in the ceiling.

When Zhang Xiaojing attacked the fish intestines just now, he found that the ceiling was very thin, just for appearance. His crossbow arrows shot through four holes. After entering the top cabinet again, he slashed the fragile area between the four shot holes with a picked-up barricade knife of the brigade army standard, quickly cut a large hole, and then climbed up on the hot machine The interior of Taishang Xuanyuan Lamp Building.

A voice came from inside the cave: "The lamp tower is about to be blown up by fierce fire and thunder, and an alarm will be sent out quickly!" Then a series of footsteps gradually coming away.

The soldiers raised their legs to chase, but Yuanzai stopped them.

"If that guy is right, now the lighthouse is full of fiery fire and thunder, which is too dangerous." Yuan Zai narrowed his eyes and looked at the interior of the dark lighthouse above. His hunch grew stronger and he couldn't move on. "We have to alert the public as soon as possible."

"Don't you just say, don't believe his words?" A silly big-headed soldier questioned.

Yuan Zai glared at him without explaining too much. In fact, Lian Yuanzai is inexplicable, and I do not know how to treat Zhang Xiaojing. If there are fierce fire and thunder in the lamphouse, shouldn't he run away immediately? Now that he doesn't even chase after the soldiers, he forces him to drill in. Will he still want to stop it? Where is he?

"Are we hunters, are they good or bad?" The silly big-headed soldier also looked up at his face, confused.

Yuan Zai did not scold him this time: "I don't know. But one thing is certain, this is a lunatic."

The moment the lantern was pulled out and the candle was thrown, the square in front of the Xingqing Palace suddenly became silent. As if there was an invisible warrior who fought up the sword and cut off all the noise. Whether it's watching lively people, entertainers on lamp-pulling cars, or officials, patriarchs, and embassies standing on the edge of the terrace, they all shut their mouths in unison, waiting for the birth of a prosperous world.

The building of Qinzheng Affairs is very close to Taishang Xuanyuan Lamp Building. The burning candle drew an elegant arc in mid-air and gently fell into the pre-prepared candle dragon headlight bracket of the lamp building.

Taishang Xuanyuan Denglou did not move, still standing indifferently in the darkness, and seemed to turn a blind eye to this candle-burning door. There was a small ripple in the crowd, and the officials upstairs also whispered. They were worried that there would be something wrong.

It didn't take long for a squeak like a giant beep to sound from inside the lamphouse, dispelling everyone's doubts. They lifted their necks together and noticed that the huge arm like the father's arm started to work, pushing the twenty-four lamp houses around the lamp tower to slowly rotate, rising and falling, and endlessly rotating.

The first to turn to the upper end of Taishang Xuanyuan Lamp Building is the "Rende" lamp house. At first, it was only lit a little bit of light, and it was like a bean, barely seeing someone moving in the house. It staggered across the zenith of the lamp tower, passing under a shovel-shaped paddle. As the light house moved forward, the picks on the fixed frame opened the oblique oil tube opening on the roof.

As soon as the mouth was opened, the oil in the lamp flowed out, flowing along the groove around the whole body of the lamp house, and finally flowed to the candlelight. At almost an instant, the lamp of the entire groove turned into a line of fire, igniting dozens of white dragon candles beside the groove.

The whole lamp house became extremely bright in an instant, like a bright star blooming in the night, peering down into the world. Its light is in sharp contrast with the darkness of the night, and the onlookers can clearly see that there is a man standing in the house with no hands, nodding nodding; many finches flying around, a large net standing on three sides, only one side is hanging Ground.

This is an allusion to Shangtang's "open side" to show Rende. The man's lamp figurine is soup; the birds around him are very delicately made, pasted with real bird feathers, and the wings of each bird are flying up and down, just like The snare burst out.

The onlookers gaped, shocked by the picture in front of them. Why have they seen such a scene. Those tall light figurines can move on their own and come to life. With the gradual decline of the peripheral light house, the four corners of the color tapestry fluttered and the lights were colorful. The common people are intoxicated, and some even kneel down on the ground as if worshipping the gods.

In the next half hour, there will be twenty-three similar wonders lit in sequence. Everyone suppressed the excitement in his heart, holding his breath and waiting for what happened next.

At this time, Zhang Xiaojing inside the lamphouse was not as excited as the outsiders. With his memory, he touched towards the Tianshu layer, where the fish intestine should be the controlling organ. I do n’t have to worry about finding the wrong direction, because the pillar of Tianshu that runs through the whole light tower will never shift, which is very eye-catching.

But after the lamphouse started to operate, the internal situation became more complicated. The rotating columns, suspension bridges and ubiquitous wooden column booms constitute an intricate maze, and the maze is still running and changing. Zhang Xiaojing strives to open his eyes and jump between platforms.

The only thing that is gratifying is that as one lamp house after another lights up, the light inside the lamp house becomes brighter, and there is no need to go dark in the dark.

Zhang Xiaojing climbed all the way up, but soon found that his physical condition was not optimistic. He ran a few steps and had to stop to catch a breath. Since leaving the prison in the morning, he hasn't stopped. He has been injured several times, and he only took a short break in the Temple of Mercy. The iron man is probably the end of the crossbow.

Zhang Xiaojing was very worried that there was no way to fight against the fish intestines. That guy is the most dangerous killer. In this complex environment, it is even more fishy. His chances of winning are actually very small-it is necessary to adjust the strategy.

He looked up and looked up. At this time, four lamp houses have been lit, and the sky pivot floor is still a few dozen feet high. Zhang Xiaojing thought for a moment, then looked up and shouted: "Fish intestines, let's make a break!"

The voice reverberated in the lamp tower, and it did not dissipate for a long time, but there was no response. Zhang Xiaojing originally wanted to use his own bait to lure the fish intestines, but obviously the other party ignored him.

Zhang Xiaojing had to gritt his teeth, settled, and jumped upward. Unexpectedly, there was a change in the light tower at this time, and the suspension board made a mistake, causing him to suddenly fall under his feet and almost fell. Thanks to Zhang Xiaojing's fast-moving eyes, he grabbed a hung hemp rope, and the whole person was almost hanging in the air.

He bit the barrier knife in his mouth, freed another hand, and climbed alternately from side to side. After barely climbing a little, he swayed a little more and wandered halfway into the nearest recess. As soon as Zhang Xiaojing stepped on it, the rope was overwhelmed, and he dragged a few pieces of board above it, crashing down to the bottom of the lamp tower.

This time, the way to go up was cut off, and Zhang Xiaojing was trapped in this narrow recession, which was a dilemma.

The place where Zhang Xiaojing settled is a falcon's beak protruding outward from the lamp tower. This is an observation hole used by craftsmen to calibrate the arm. From here, a probe outwards, you can see that the rotating arm is passing in front of your eyes, whether the center of the arm is skewed, you can see at a glance. The name is "falcon's beak", one is that the footing here is very narrow, like a falcon's beak; the second is that the falcon eagle has the sharpest eyes and can see the smallest errors.

On the circuit of the rotation of the arm, there will be a falcon beak hole at every distance, and the positions of all falcon beak holes are strictly consistent. Zhang Xiaojing wanted to continue climbing. The only way was to climb from the inside to the falcon beak hole on the outside of the light tower, grab the slowly rising arm, hang it to the observation hole higher, and jump into the light tower again.

This is a very risky route. The rotating arms of Denglou are made of thick round bamboo, and the whole body is polished very smooth, which is not easy to grasp. With a little carelessness, the whole person would fall downstairs and fall into a mess. Even if it is a fluke, whether it can maintain balance in constant movement and whether it can choose to jump out at an appropriate time is still unknown.

At this time, the fifth light house was also lit, and the time was more urgent. Zhang Xiaojing had no choice but to lean his body out. It is more than forty feet high from the ground, and the people and objects on the ground look like little ants. The night wind was blowing loudly, almost making him unable to open his eyes.

A spiral arm turned slowly in the distance, Zhang Xiaojing stared at it, silently calculating the speed and distance. He doesn't have a grasp in his heart, but this is the only choice he can make at the moment.