His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

The entire clean-up work lasted for a day, and it was only part of it. Fan Qing yelled that she was too tired and asked for a rest to end the day's work.

Professor Fan squeezed his old waist and said, "Thanks, but we are probably going to stay in the museum for the next few days. The sooner we clean up, the better."

Fan Qing had a bitter face and turned to find Han Fei to complain, but when she turned around, she found that Han Fei was still looking at a bunch of strange things, which she cleaned up today.

Fan Qing couldn't help but walked over and looked at the food that had been swept away from the dust and revealed its original appearance. He was surprised and said, "Are these drums?"

Han Fei nodded.

Fan Qing stretched out his hand to knock, the drum sound was steady and loud, and said, "Wow, it works! It's so amazing!"

Professor Fan also heard the drums, walked over, and said in surprise: "Drums? How come there are drums? It seems that I haven't seen them in the records."

Han Fei murmured: "Eighteen drums on the frontier."

Professor Fan turned his head and said, "What?"

"That is the drum played by the goddess to inspire the soldiers. It is called the Eighteen Drums of the Frontier Fortress, or the drum of the goddess. It has the effect of inspiring the military.

When Han Fei finished speaking, Professor Fan and Fan Qing both showed surprised expressions. Professor Fan said directly: "Xiao Fei, how do you know?"

Han Fei gave a bitter smile without answering. How did she tell them that she used to play this drum for Qin Che.

Han Fei's vision was full of nostalgia, and she couldn't help but want to play drums.

These drums are the real drums of the goddess, but here, there is no army, no war, nothing she is familiar with, and no reason for her to play drums. There is only her. Then her drums are played for whom ?

There is no answer to this question.

It was night, when the whole museum was still in the middle of the night, a figure flashed by, swiftly passing through a lot of infrared prevention and control, and directly entered the basement.

The light of a flashlight shining on the dark night is particularly obvious, and the light directly illuminates the inside of the coffin, shining the red uniform inside it more and more gloomy.

Han Fei stood quietly in front of the coffin, her expression hesitant, but in the end, she was cruel and took out the neatly arranged uniform.

The material you touch is very good, like silk, even after the baptism of time, there is no roughness. At the moment of contact, it seems that there is a burst of electric current penetrating through the fingertips, reaching the heart. .

Han Fei couldn't help shaking her fingertips, but in the end, she took out the red uniform, and then she put it on one by one.

The military uniform is very complicated, but Han Fei’s hands seem to be very familiar to wear one by one. No matter where the hidden buttons are, she is familiar with it. This feeling makes Han Fei irresistible and slow Slowly adapt.

Until the entire set of uniform was worn on Han Fei's body.

The size fits perfectly, even the shoulder and cuffs are tailor-made.

Han Fei touched the clothes on her body, there was an urge to cry, this urge could not be restrained, it made her eyes red, and her hands tightly grasped the clothes of her heart.

Han Fei wouldn't know that at this moment, she was like a woman in red, even the arrogance between her brows and eyes was pressing.

The same arrogance, the same bullying.

Han Fei raised her head and untied her ponytail, her black hair pouring down like a waterfall.

She draped her hair, bent down and took off her shoes, and stepped barefoot on the cold floor. Then she walked to the neatly arranged drums step by step. She quietly looked at the drums and suddenly smiled. For a moment, she missed the time when she once played drums.

At that time, she was probably the most innocent and romantic time.

Thinking of this, Han Fei bent down and picked up the drumstick next to the drum, exhaled deeply, adjusted her breathing, suddenly, her eyes were sharp, her hands waved, the red tied to the drumstick The ribbon also flew, and immediately hit the drumhead.

"Boom—"

A heavy and distant drum sound slowly spread.

The sound of the drum shocked Han Fei's soul. At this moment, she felt that she had forgotten that it was in the basement. She was in a wilderness, and in front of her was a vast and clear desert. The sound, and the sound of the horn.

The look in her eyes changed, she became sharper, and she became less like herself.

Between her hands, as if she had been infused with infinite strength, she squeezed the drumsticks tightly and began to spin and fly among the eighteen drums.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

One after another, long or short drums sounded, stepping on a certain melody, hitting people's hearts directly.

"Boom—"

She saw the vast array of moves in front of her, vast and endless.

"Boom—"

She heard the sound of the war horn blowing, the clash of the blades, and the cry of reunion.

"Boom—"

She felt the smoke of gunpowder in the air, felt the victory and defeat under the envelope of death, and felt the shocking pleasure of charging and entrapment.

"Boom—"

She opened her eyes and put everything in her eyes, the endless battlefield, the miserable shroud of horse leather, when the balance of victory turned to the enemy, Han Fei saw herself, no, that was her, and not her. , The red figure, standing quietly on a high place, the look of the world looking at it, like a god.

She saw the red figure and picked up the drumsticks. Like her, she raised the drumsticks high. The soldiers looked at her, the generals were expecting her, and the enemies were afraid of her.

The red figure was also playing drums. She heard the drums played by the red figure. The dull drums slowly merged with her drums. It seemed that after endless years, they finally Unity.

"Boom—"

She is her, she is her.

The originally sluggish morale began to regain, and the original decline began to resist. The soldiers who heard the drums were like heat burning in their chests, they shouted and charged forward.

"Go! Go--Your Majesty is with us, and the light of Goddess spreads the world!"

"Goddess' light bless my army! We will win!"

"For your majesty! For victory! For our peace!"

"Come on!!!"

When the drums became more and more exciting, Han Fei's heart beat fiercely, echoing the drums, and almost jumped out of her chest cavity.

What Han Fei didn't know was that at this moment, she had already burst into tears.

Tears slowly slid down her gorgeous face and dripped onto the drum. In an instant, a strong golden light burst out from the drum, almost engulfing Han Fei's figure.

Her dress fluttered, her expression was solemn, her posture fluttered with agility, and everything about her was sacred.