The woman in the mirror had jet-black hair. She turned around and asked the older woman, "Bei Hedu, am I prettier than my mother?"
"You are very much like your mother when she was young, except that you are taller. Now I don't know what method your mother used to make you shorter. Come over, you are about the same height as Wei Lang's child. How can you find someone on the grassland?" How many men dare to like you? Although we, Wei Donghu, don’t like Liangzhu who likes petite women, it’s not good for you because you are too tall.”
Anmuda frowned, "I don't care what they like."
"This is not possible. You are the only bloodline of the high priest. In the future, we must continue the bloodline of the witch clan. It is naturally very important to choose someone you like. If you don't like these rough guys in the grassland, go to Donghu to find a close relative. Your mother will also Wouldn’t disagree.”
"In my opinion, will the prairie man like me now?"
"That's natural. You are a goddess. No man dares to refuse you after losing Wei." Bei and Du vowed.
That's good, she replied casually, stood up and opened the tent bag, "I'll go and see if that's the case."
"What are you going for?"
Anmuda ignored her and went on his own.
On the sand outside the tent, the tip of the branch in Wei Lang's hand had been smoothed, and he could be seen drawing something in the sand, and then resolutely scratching it away.
After standing behind him and watching for a long time, Wei Lang didn't know that he was standing behind him. Could it be that Ji Liyou couldn't see that that was the current territory of the Southern Wei Dynasty? He knew it clearly.
Wei Lang's ambition can also be seen clearly.
But in Ji Liyou's heart, Wei Lang shouldn't be such a person. He should stay away from the secular world, practice his Tao, and become an immortal after attaining the Tao. This is his path.
Ji Liyou could see the compassion in his eyes. He always watched many things with a cold eye like a storyteller, but unlike the storyteller, the storyteller seemed to have seen through the nature of people and wanted to play with them many times, but Wei Lang was more like Lead people to calm.
He is more like a god than a storyteller.
In the world of Jambudvipa, he and the storytellers fell together, and it was he who guided them out of there and back from the world of Jambudvipa unscathed.
Ji Liyou took the branch from his hand and drew a horizontal line between Shi Wei and Southern Wei.
Wei Lang said, "This road is too difficult."
"Even if you want to fight, you have to be fair, right?"
"With Shi Wei's current strength, it is not an easy task to escape from the hands of Southern Wei."
"The high priest wrote a letter asking you to go back?"
"You know?" Wei Lang smiled.
"Don't let the responsibility on your shoulders blind your clear eyes."
"Did your husband ask you to tell me this, or was it something you wanted to tell me yourself?"
"It's him."
"Thank him for me. When you leave Shiwei in the future, I will send you hundreds of miles away."
"I haven't known what's going on outside for a long time. I believe Anmuda won't know that you have received the letter from the high priest. Are you going to act independently this time without taking her with you?"
"too dangerous."
"Be careful with your disguise. Don't leave the grassland with this face."
"Ha, thank you."
"Wei Lang..." He hesitated.
"What? Mr. Wen has already seen my destination?"
"No, in order to save me this time, he has lost his last immortal bone, his magic has also disappeared, and it is difficult to spy on God's will."
"How about using my divination skills?"
"It's not much different from your divination."
"In this way, I am much stronger than him. My eyes can distinguish gods and ghosts. He has now become a mortal with naked eyes,"
"You can only measure other people's fortunes, but not your own?" Ji Liyou felt a little ridiculous.
"Maybe you can help me," he said.
Wei Lang casually broke off the branch just now and took out the middle section.
"How to do it?"
"Peel off the outer skin for me and take a look at what color it is."
Ji Liyou peeled off the bark of the cypress vine layer by layer and said at the end, "It's red."
"oh?"
"Vermilion." Ji Liyou handed it to him.
"Vermilion, interesting."
"Is it good or bad?"
"It is originally a great disaster, but Bai has the intention of reversing life and death, so this is a great blessing."
It can't be said that Shi Weiren's decision at this time was very clever, but Ji Li worriedly thought that if he were in Shi Wei's perspective, he would not hesitate to attack. These wolves on the grassland have never grown like this by eating green grass. Strong and strong, they eat meat and drink wine, act vigorously and vigorously, regardless of trivial details, and respect martial arts.
I heard that King Donghu died and his only son took over his mess. These years of debauchery have emptied the Donghu royal family. The throne of the new king is not stable. The emperor holds the throne in Liangzhu of the Southern Wei Dynasty. Even if he is sent to The elite soldiers to protect the new king of Donghu were nothing more than a drop in the bucket in front of the people who lost Wei.
But if the Shiwei people dare to bring down the Donghu clan and ascend the throne of King Donghu this time, Donghu will be led by Shiwei. This will be an open enemy of the Southern Wei Dynasty. The king of Donghu has always been supported by Liangzhu. They To make the Donghu people a royal family, Shi Wei must be willing to be trapped in the grassland and never set foot in Liangzhou.
The people of Shiwei are very united. Even if there are internal conflicts, they will unite to face external enemies. Just like this time Wei Lang had a falling out with the high priest because of Ji Liyou. With just one letter, they could do everything they could. Let go of past suspicions.
Because they have a common goal.
Wei Lang looked at Ji Liyou and said, "If it starts, will you become my enemy?"
"From the time I met you in the Southern Wei Dynasty, or in other words, from the time I discovered that there were many lost Wei people in Liangzhu in the Southern Wei Dynasty, I knew why you traveled to the Seven Kingdoms."
"Then why are you friends with me?"
"Just do whatever you want."
"But your grandfather is Ji Feiyu, the world-famous Fuwei Sima."
"If he were here, I would not interfere in the affairs of the Southern Wei Dynasty. Whether the world is in chaos or not, it has nothing to do with me."
"You died once, but you are much more indifferent."
"It's not that I'm indifferent, I just don't have the energy to support the Ji family and the Southern Wei gentry." He turned around and looked at the sleeping person in the tent bag, and continued, "Protecting him alone is already difficult."
After opening Yijige's tent bag, Jimo Ran's slightly opened mouth froze for a moment.
The snow-white fox fur is half draped on the shoulders of the beauty Ruyu, but this beauty has a smile in her eyes, a smile hanging on the corners of her lips, carrying infinite charm, wet hair on the temples, and peach blossoms in the corners of her eyes. No matter who looks at her, she is a completely romantic woman.
The winter sun in Shiwei was the most dazzling. The skylight flowed into the tent bag through Ran Ran's hand, gradually filling the gap between desire and provocation.
Anmuda looked at her without saying a word, and the smile in his eyes was charming that Ran Ran had never seen before.
She turned her eyes away slightly to look at the man under her crotch, turned her head and ran away.
After she ran away, Anmuda whispered in Ijige's ear, "Do you think pretending to be asleep will prevent her from seeing the gluttony in your eyes?"
Jimo Ran wanted to run out of this skyless grassland. She was still here, not because she didn't want to leave, but because she couldn't leave. The terrain in Shiwei was complicated. She came with Wei Lang and his group. Without Wei Lang Anmu, With the help of such grassland people, I am afraid that Ji Liyou will have to work hard to leave this place. There are 209 tribes in the Shiwei tribe, each hiding under the protection of the Tengger God and the Shiwei grassland.
She bumped into the storyteller while running, and before the storyteller could stop her, she saw her running away with red eyes.
Ji Liyou quickly grabbed her arm with quick eyes and hands. The two of them stared at me and I stared at you. Ji Liyou saw the hostility in her eyes.
"What's wrong with you?" Ji Liyou asked her.
Jimo Ran pushed him away, "I don't want you to worry about it!"
Ji Liyou and the storyteller were left shaking their heads helplessly.
"What kind of temper did she get into again?"
Ji Liyou said he didn't know, "Maybe Wei Lang offended her somewhere. As long as these two people meet, they will become less honest every day."
She rushed to the edge of a lake, picked up stones and threw them into the water. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard very quickly.
A fast horse came galloping.
Ran Ran had not finished throwing the stones in her hand, and she was so frightened that she threw the remaining stones back to the ground.
The man on the horse has broad shoulders, a thin waist, and long legs. He is wearing a light blue riding uniform, and he doesn't know what kind of weapon is hidden under the clothes.
As soon as he patted the horse's head, the horse stopped.
After getting off the horse, Wei Lang said, "Who are you angry with? It can't be Liyou, right?"
Jimo Ran didn't answer, and no one looked back at him.
Wei Lang sneered and said: "If you are angry, don't ignore me. I will lose face. At least I am a famous figure in Shiwei."
Jimo Ran didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly raised his leg and kicked it! Hit Wei Lang's belly and kick him.
Wei Lang didn't tolerate her, so he stepped back, gently grabbed her shoulders, pushed her down to the ground and sat down.
He pushed casually, and Jimo Ran fell to the ground.
Wei Lang was amused by the way she fell. He bent down and saw that her expression changed, but she still lay motionless on the grassland.
He pulled out a piece of grass and threw it on her head, but she didn't react at all.
Wei Lang sat down and asked, "What's wrong with you? I just saw that you lost your temper against Liyou. Doesn't this sound like you're possessed?"
Ran Ran still didn't respond. She had already held a stone on the grass with her plain white hands, but her face was calm.
"Did you lose the fight with Wuya again?"
Jimo Ran finally looked at him and said, "Do you think I am one of your rough prairie girls?"
Wei Lang sighed and said, "Didn't you say that you have never looked down on women other than the ladies of the Southern Wei Dynasty?"
Ran Ran stopped talking again.
"If you really think that prairie women are rough, then you have never seen Anmuda dancing. Even Beaulieu, who is the best at palace dancing, is not as good as her at praying to the gods."
Wei Lang smiled after finishing speaking.
Just when he started to laugh, Ran Ran suddenly threw the stone in her hand at him.
This time he was too close and his attack was vicious. Wei Lang never thought that Jimo Ran, who was as gentle as a rabbit, would grab a stone and hit him on the head. He didn't even dodge.
The stone flew past Wei Lang's forehead.
It happened to make a hole.
Wei Lang touched the warm blood on his forehead and said coldly: "Do you think I don't dare to do anything to you because I care about you?"
Jimo Ran didn't answer her, or even gasp. She just stared at Wei Lang blankly.
She thought he would hide away. He has so many magical powers, how could he not even be able to dodge a stone from her
Ran Ran didn't say anything. Just when Wei Lang was about to grab her and throw her into the lake, she suddenly burst into tears.
Wei Lang's expression changed, he shrank and stayed away from her.
"You are being unreasonable, but I didn't even cry. I shed so much blood. Do I blame you or scold you?"
The jade tassels on the waist seemed to be blown by the wind and were still fluctuating. Ring wearing Qingming.
When the two came back at night, one had blood on his face and the other was covered in mud.
Ji Liyou strode over from the front. He usually walked steadily and had a certain demeanor, like a storyteller pacing slowly while waving his fan. Few people saw him running so fast.
"Are you guys okay?"
"You should ask her this." Wei Lang gently removed the blood scab from his forehead.
With this button, blood started to flow from his forehead again.
The storyteller frowned when he saw the blood: "Where have you been all day?"
"Ask her, don't ask me. I'm so angry that I have nowhere to vent my anger."
"Lie by the lake." Ran Ran whispered.
"What are you doing lying by the lake?" Ji Liyou asked her.
"What's the matter with the injury on your forehead?" Wei Lang asked sideways.
The storyteller's eyes lit up and he said, "Could it be she who smashed your head?"
Ji Liyou was about to say no, but he saw Wei Lang nodding his head with an expression on his face as if he had swallowed a moldy egg.
"You can still be hurt by her? It's terrible..." Ji Liyou sighed.
"Where are you going?" Wei Lang called to Jimo Ran who wanted to go back to rest.
"You stay as far away from me as possible. If you come within ten feet of me again, I will kill you."
Several people were made to laugh by Ran Ran.
The curtain of the tent bag has been lifted, and those eyes that will give Jimo Ran nightmares tonight are looking at them: "Why, are you back?"
Wei Lang blinked his eyes and said, "Why are you suddenly dressed like this today?"
"I usually wear men's clothes a lot. Doesn't it look good to me when I'm dressed like this?"
Wei Lang nodded, "It's inconvenient to ride a horse dressed like this."
Ranran, who was originally angry when she saw Anmuda, now sat there like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with a sad face.
Ji Liyou asked Anmuda, "It's cold outside, why don't you come in and warm yourself by the fire?"
She looked at Ran Ran who was sitting silently by the brazier and stopped outside the tent.
Ji Liyou and Wei Lang both saw the clues, but the storyteller deliberately said, "Your Highness, leave a place for Anmuda and let her sit beside you to keep warm. Don't you usually like to roast melons together?"
Two people, you look at me and I look at you.
Anmuda's voice became cold and he said, "Are you still angry?"
Ran Ran didn't dare to look at her, as if just looking at her would remind her of today's love affair, she finally plucked up the courage to stand up, gave up her seat next to her, and sat between Ji Liyou and the storyteller, as if This is a little safer.
Wei Lang grabbed Ran Ran, lowered his voice and said, "What the hell are you doing?"
Anmuda sighed and said, "It's not a big deal. If you want it, how about I give it back to you?"
Ran Ran suddenly gritted her teeth and said hoarsely: "I've told you, I like him."
Anmuda was not surprised and said: "So?"
"Why do you have to fight with me?"
Several people sitting next to him understood what was going on. The storyteller yawned and slowly closed his eyes while leaning on Ji Liyou's back.
Anmuda forced a smile and said, "Are you unhappy if I try him for you?"
Ran Ran couldn't bear it until now and finally yelled: "bastard, little lamb, bastard..."
Princess Tangshuo's scolding had used up all the bad words she had learned over the years.
The men were all stunned, either out of fear or out of surprise.
Wei Lang and Ji Liyou didn't expect that Ran Ran would fall out with An Muda over a wandering doctor. The friendship between women was really fragile.
Wei Lang and Ji Liyou looked at me, I looked at you, and then at the sleeping storyteller at the same time, they made up their minds to go together.
It's not about walking, it's about running away.
A place where women want to quarrel is not a place for them to stay.
If the storyteller hadn't fallen asleep, Ji Liyou could have escaped a hundred times faster than a fast horse that had been whipped fifty or sixty times.
But he couldn't move, he fell asleep behind him. Ji Liyou could only see Wei Lang getting up, spreading his hands and about to leave.
Ji Liyou laughed softly and said, "I never thought you, Wei Lang, would still be able to run away."
Wei Lang couldn't help but say: "Only women and villains are difficult to raise in the world, and here are two of them at once."
Ji Liyou asked knowingly: "If a fight breaks out later, don't interfere."
"A powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. Ranran is not a dragon either. Just wait and see, she will be beaten black and blue by Anmuda."
After that, he explained: "When Anmuda gets angry, it's bad luck."
(End of chapter)