Zhan Beiye looked at the tower.
Her eyes were originally on him, but the moment that person appeared, she turned her head and said something in surprise, and then he answered something, and then he saw the brilliance in her eyes, like the sky in the mountains and plains. The flowers bloomed in an instant.
The flowers bloomed on the top of the city, in the strong wind, against the background of the distant and dark imperial city, it was so beautiful that it was too far away to capture.
Zhan Beiye suddenly raised his hand, and slowly pressed a certain position on his heart.
A wind blows past, cool, a bloody hole.
Half a year, thousands of miles back and forth, stealthy fleeing... non-stop preparations... non-stop research and development plans... the hardships of moving thousands of miles... half a year, only half a year, crossing the dangerous land of heaven and earth, and then leading troops into a city In another city, the sword of struggle for hegemony swung and fell, crossing the land of blood and fire in an instant, splitting thousands of miles of territory... What he created was a military miracle, but only he knew that it was a miracle of lovesickness.
He never got off his horse for seven days and seven nights. He fell from the horse when he was most tired. He was afraid of delaying the opportunity and marched with injuries. The unhealed wounds on his body are still bleeding. However, he was almost trapped in the enemy's camp. He marched in a hurry for three days just to sneak up on the enemy in order to seize the opportunity to fight. In order to get to Pandu sooner, his soldiers were sharp like knives, and his battle flags were fluttering. He never deviated from the direction of his advance—her direction.
And today, under the city tower, the two armies met for the last time, and he finally saw her.
It was such an encounter.
He pressed his heart, and suddenly felt a little dazed, those pains and tossings, those charging and running, those eager attacks and paces that were too late to rest, just for, like this, to meet
It turns out that lovesickness is like a needle, poking holes all over a person's body, and every hole that comes out is blood from the heart.
Zhan Beiye finally put down his hand slowly, let out a long breath, turned his head, and swung his arm down heavily!
"Attack!" The horn blew through the crimson morning light, and the sound of killing was as fierce as a tiger coming out. The army was like a forest of fire, knives and guns. The bloody wind was blowing up on the flat ground, and the tide of battle was rolling on the vast land. Zhan Beiye reined in his horse and looked up. , stand firm in it.
His black hair fluttered in the breeze, like a flag, a battle flag!
This map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is not enough to satisfy the fetters of his heart, and he used it to wipe his dust-smeared combat boots. Without the embarrassing position, endless murders and family ties, he can walk more freely and more on the road of chasing her. Far.
Who told you that if Changsun Wuji takes a step forward, Zhan Beiye will have to take a step back
He doesn't want to meet like this, and he doesn't recognize the loss at the first stop of the city!
Who throws in the towel? Who will lose? She smiles like a flower with a heart in the sky, and she is young and unmarried. As long as she enters your Shangyang Palace with a phoenix crown and colorful clothes, and writes her name into the family tree of the eldest grandson, I will never admit defeat against Kitano!
Changsun Wuji, you and I will fight for Meng Fuyao!
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Meng Fuyao didn't know that the battle against Beiye under the city at this moment was going through a lot of vicissitudes in an instant.
She looked at the eldest grandson Wuji dressed as a guard in surprise, and asked him with her lips: "Why are you here?"
Changsun Wuji smiled lightly and said, "How can you not come at the critical moment?"
Meng Fuyao smiled, thinking that he was talking about the most critical moment of the downfall of the Tiansha Dynasty, she never thought of going anywhere else. In a blink of an eye, she saw that Kou Zhongshu and several generals who were in charge of commanding and defending at the top of the city had been pretended to be by the guards. The "family members of the two houses" restrained her, stared at her with a dead face, and saw that the soldiers on and off the tower were in a panic, and couldn't help but raise the corners of their lips, but Changsun Wuji reminded her: "The guards in Pandu are elite and brave. Be proud of being the defender of the largest city in the world, if you want them to surrender without a fight, you have to spend a little time... "
Meng Fuyao smiled triumphantly, patted him and said: "Brother, I allow you to worship me."
She took a step forward and said loudly: "Your Majesty has passed away!"
With a bang, almost all the soldiers who were still resisting on the tower turned their heads and looked at Meng Fuyao in panic.
Meng Fuyao said calmly: "The palace city has come down, Your Majesty has passed away, and the generals are in charge... Do you brothers still want to risk your life here for nothing? The one who abandons the dark and turns to the light at this moment is the minister who has made great contributions to the dragon of His Highness King Lie. If you continue to resist stubbornly, then..." She pointed to the ferocious Canglong army downstairs, "Millions of heroes, three feet of Longquan, set up for you!"
The soldiers looked at each other, Meng Fuyao looked at the generals and junior officers, and said meaningfully: "The king is benevolent, and the world respects him, otherwise he would not be able to march straight forward, and within a few months he would have reached the city of Pandu, and now the situation is over. A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, whether he was rewarded by the new emperor from the dragon, and from then on his wife and son became prosperous, or died in the city in a meaningless and reckless manner, and the young and old in the family died in the flames of war... Everyone decides for himself !"
She no longer looked at the silent and moved people, turned around and was about to go down to the city, when Kou Zhongshu behind her suddenly spat out bloody saliva and cursed: "You shameless minister!"
"You're right," Meng Fuyao laughed, "The person I respect the most in my next life is the secondary minister! Now that I'm finally a secondary minister, I'm really happy!"
The whole city stared in astonishment at this Meng Fuyao, who had always been a maverick, and now even said "willing to be a second minister". Everyone in the world respects his reputation and face, why is he not afraid? There are many people talking, and the pen of history is like a knife, is he really not afraid of being stigmatized for thousands of years
Meng Fuyao was only smiling, thinking of the famous "second minister number one", old Grand Master Zhou, rest in peace!
Kou Zhongshu was still scolding, and shouted again: "A minister should be loyal to the dynasty, how can brothers surrender without a fight..."
"Crack!" Meng Fuyao blocked his mouth with a stone and knocked out three of his teeth. She took a step forward and said fiercely: "Of course you must be loyal to the dynasty. , one person is under ten thousand people, you have enjoyed all the blessings he gave you in this life, if you want to be loyal, no one should stop you, but why do you pull these bitter, haha, lower-level brothers who have never had a good day Die with you? Zhan Nancheng persecutes Zhongliang pervertedly, brothers follow the new master, that’s called righteousness! Thirty years of feng shui turns, you accompany your master to hell, let’s go to the clouds with our master, wait and see!"
There was a moment of silence on the top of the city, only the sound of shouting for murder from below was heard coming up the city from afar, those murderous auras became more and more vivid, everyone was secretly thinking, Meng Fuyao took a family offensive, and spoke bluntly Temptation, she even gave her the title of righteousness, but she even voted for the hearts of these lower-level officers. Yes, it is natural for an officer to be loyal, but why should they die? If you die yourself, you will die. How innocent are your family members? Besides, King Lie is famous all over the world and is known for his benevolence and love for the people. It is really hard for him to fight to the death with such a person.
The defense on the top of the city was lax, and the fierce attack on the bottom of the city was immediate. A tall Canglong soldier finally climbed up the top of the city first, subconsciously raised his knife and slashed at the soldier in front of him. Seeing the dazzling light of the knife, the soldier turned around and pulled The next section of the white cloth shirt under the coat waved at the Canglong soldier, shouting wildly: "We have surrendered!"
A single word broke the last stalemate and silence, and suddenly there was a wave of shouts.
"We're down!"
There was a sound of clanging and weapons throwing the ground, some raised the white flag, some began to flee, more people rushed down to the city to open the city gate, Kou Zhongshu closed his eyes in pain—the most indestructible city in the world was finally destroyed by villains , and the Pandu guards who have always been proud of the myth of Panbu breaking, and have always been known for sticking to the city, finally gave up their weapons because of a few words of tongue!
But he didn't understand that the situation, status, family affection, and righteousness are the four major strategies to attack the mind.
But Meng Fuyao ignored him, and went down the stairs with his eldest grandson Wuji with a smile. The city gate was already crumbling under the fierce attack of the Canglong Army. Hundreds of guards joined forces to open the gate. With a ray of bright sunlight, a black horse rides across the ground like a shattered sun, swirling in the dust.
Meng Fuyao was meeting Meng Fuyao who was going up and down the last step.
The knight on the horse is full of wind and dust, but he is still tall and handsome. Sitting on the horse, he looks like a piece of unbending green pine. The black robe has crimson red patterns flying out, like a group of flames lit among the cliffs, leaping across the vast sea. Between thousands of miles of clouds and mountains.
He was facing Meng Fuyao straight, and the Pegasus galloped without stopping. Meng Fuyao stood on the last step with a smile, watching Zhan Beiye's dark and fiery eyes, waiting for his signature laugh, waiting for him to wave to her , Said: Fuyao, we finally see you in Pandu!
As a result... Zhan Beiye didn't say anything.
He swung his whip, galloped his horse, galloped like an arrow, passed by Meng Fuyao's side without stopping, brushed past her stunned gaze, then bent over and scooped her up, picking her up!
Before Meng Fuyao could react, he was thrown onto the horse by Zhan Beiye. He pushed the reins with one hand, and grabbed Meng Fuyao's waist with the other, and quickly flew past Changsun Wuji, with the guard behind him rolling past like a black blanket. , The dust and smoke billowed straight into the city.
Changsun Wuji stood still, smiling, coughing lightly in the dust all over the floor, watching Meng Fuyao being swept away by Zhan Beiye with lightning speed, silently shaking his head, lowering his head to the Yuanbao in his bosom, saying: "You See, that's how robbers are made."
Mr. Yuan Bao stroked his beard and thought deeply: If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence...
Thinking again: Or it’s like this—once it breaks out in silence, 80% of them perish in silence…
And Changsun Wuji held Yuanbao, leaned back slightly, looked at the smoke and dust swept away in that instant, and said leisurely: "We must convince people with virtue..."
Immediately, the unlucky Meng Fuyao, who was taken captive, realized it after being rolled out for three miles. He was furious immediately, and punched him hard with an elbow: "Zhan Beiye, are you a fucking human? Let me down!"
The punch was extremely heavy, Zhan Beiye shrank his body and let out a muffled snort, but he didn't relax his hands. Meng Fuyao felt a strange sensation on the bottom of his elbows. When he turned his body, he saw that his dark robe seemed to be darker, with a circle around it. The dark liquid is slowly expanding, and there is a faint smell of blood at the end of the nose... Meng Fuyao looks at the sky... Why do I always do things that are self-defeating and unintentional...
The city was in chaos, and Zhan Beiye's army was busy taking over the city defenses, occupying the beacon tower, taking over the grain depot, the military depot, and the weapon depot, and another army followed Zhan Beiye straight to the palace. In his arms, his cloak was heavily covered, and the strong man's breath mixed with the faint smell of blood and gunpowder smoke kept penetrating into Meng Fuyao's breath. Meng Fuyao raised his head and frowned in the gloomy sight—she found that Zhan Beiye was bloody and bloody. With the level of qi, there are likely to be quite a few wounds. At this time, she has many ways to break free from him, but no matter what kind of struggling method may tear his wounds, unless he touches his acupoints... Meng Fuyao sighs, where is he to touch his acupoints now? what time...
Zhan Beiye is not the eldest grandson Wuji, who would brazenly use his own injuries to win concessions from a guy who obviously has a hard heart but a conscience that is particularly prone to overflowing. He never thought of Meng Fuyao's psychological journey at the moment, just because the beautiful woman in his arms no longer Struggling viciously, messing with him and beating him, she was delighted. After running wildly for a while, the depressed anger of seeing Changsun Wuji standing next to her at the bottom of the city hall was gradually vented. Tenderness? Thinking of this, the joy was a little more depressed—her gentleness was not taught by Changsun Wuji, right
The horse's body was up and down, and their bodies were colliding lightly. Zhan Beiye couldn't help but tense his body because she was in his arms, and felt her back gently touch his chest, and he could feel that through the clothes. The beautiful body curves of flesh and blood, felt the loose hair around her neck brushed up, and one of them was lifted up and rested on his slightly sweaty chin. He didn't want to turn his head hard to tear off that hair, and bit it with his teeth slightly. Bite, it's just a very thin hair, and he seems to taste her taste from it-sweetness.
He controlled the rein with one hand, and glanced at the moment. From his position, he could only see the top of her head. He had just torn half of her hair inadvertently, and there were twists in the loose hair. He gently blew the hair, Count the hairs, one, two, three... Hey, she actually has three hairs, no wonder she is so stubborn, and I saw her small and white earlobes, two pearl-like and moist, without piercings, He immediately felt that unpierced ears were the most beautiful in the world, and it would be a waste of money to pierce two holes in such a beautifully contoured earlobe.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to pinch, wondering if the lustrous feeling could be transmitted all the way to the bottom of his hand, or if he wanted to move down and land on her delicate and thin shoulders, he felt like he hadn't seen her for half a year. Thinner, transparent and light like the last quarter moon, beautiful is beautiful, but it is better to be stronger, looking at An Xin... Zhan Beiye glanced over that shoulder, and snorted in a low voice... Changsun Wuji Since both Zongyue and Zongyue were there, why didn't they protect her well? It seems that he is more at ease on his own, he will give her fullness, freedom, everything about him that no one can stop her after staying here.
Thinking of this, he was in a trance of joy, and the hand that was stuck on Meng Fuyao's waist gently moved to her shoulder.
It was just a movement of the hand, which gave way to the next position.
With a "huh", a beautiful big leaning forward, the black and light figure immediately rolled out from behind his shoulders, and landed firmly behind him, Meng Fuyao's light voice immediately rang out behind his ears, with a full of smile He Weiwei blamed: "Zhan Beiye, you belong to a wolf? Be careful with your hands and feet, and I will cut off your claws."
Zhan Beiye's beautiful black eyebrows frowned, and he glanced back at her—Meng Fuyao, do you understand what it means to be involuntary
Naturally, Meng Fuyao didn't understand. In her opinion, all men's non-consensual touches from the neck down to the knees are considered perverts—including Changsun Wuji, but fortunately she has never been petty and likes to stare at things. She is also very happy to reunite with Zhan Beiye after a long absence, and she can't help whispering in Zhan Beiye's ear to report her achievements during this period, from real martial arts robbing the leader to making envoys into the imperial camp to calculating Zhan Beiye Heng went to the front of the palace to offer advice and gain power step by step, to murder Zhan Nancheng, and to everything she has done today. The taste of chirping and quacking is flying, of course, she is naturally very clever to save herself from those injuries, attacks, and contempt. Ah, what's the matter, the one who picks bull fork goes smoothly, so she didn't notice that Zhan Beiye's face became darker and uglier, and in the end it was almost like the bottom of the pot.
"Let me tell you that damn Zhan Nancheng, the place where he hides the tiger talisman is so treacherous. I don't know what the hell is in the animal head on the right. Oh my god, tears are murder weapons. Fortunately, I am full of blood." The red apricots in the courtyard do not go out of the wall, and the pear blossoms press the crabapple... "
"Meng! Help! Shake!"
The deep roar interrupted her exuberant voice boasting about the results of the battle. Meng Fuyao opened her eyes wide in astonishment. Seeing that Zhan Beiye's face was extremely ugly, he turned his head. His eyes were flickering with fire, and the eyes were bloodshot. All the veins on the upper part are bursting out, and the expression is very scary.
"You're in a coma! Who wants you to do so much? It's the guardian animal in the Tiansha Palace, the most poisonous purple cat in the world! It's not only poisonous in tears, you will immediately die if a hair of it falls on you. Die ten thousand times!"
Meng Fuyao blinked, feeling somewhat resistant to the phrase "Who wants you to do so much?" After thinking about it for a while, he decided to understand him with great tolerance, and muttered: "I'm not killing you..."
"That's your luck!" Zhan Beiye interrupted her viciously again, "Xue Wuxie, the number one swordsman of Tiansha back then, who once won the leader of the Zhenwu Conference, died under Zi Chi's claws! That thing As long as you scratch your oily skin, Da Luo Jinxian can't save you! You, you, you—" He was trembling with anger, and almost lost control of the rein, "You really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, whether it's a tiger talisman or a royal power, you deserve it Take your life in exchange? Stupid!"
"Fuck you are stupid!" The cannon barrel was ignited immediately, and Meng Fuyao jumped up from the horse, furious, "Zhan Beiye, you bastard, you've been kidnapped and scolded for taking the wrong medicine as soon as we haven't seen each other for half a year? Lao Tzu I'm happy to grab the military power, I'm happy to grab the tiger talisman, it's none of your business!"
"It's none of my business! How can your life and death have nothing to do with me!" Zhan Beiye's voice was louder than hers, "I'd rather spend ten days and a half months in the city by myself, attacking the city with my own strength, and I don't want you either. Take risks for me like this, Meng Fuyao! Where do you put yourself? Where do you put my majestic man?"
He pointed to his nose, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became: "I, Zhan Beiye, want to take revenge and want to be the emperor, but in the end I have to rely on... relying on a woman who was born and died to open the city gate for me. How can I face you?"
"Fuck, look down on women? What's wrong with women? You were not born by your mother?" Meng Fuyao's small universe was crackling and smoking, and he was about to scratch the macho bastard in front of him, "How is I worse than you? Why can't I do what you can do? It was you who conquered the Territory of Heavenly Evil, and you are afraid that I will take your credit? Don't worry, you will always fight against Beiye, and I, Meng Fuyao, will always be troublesome. Don't worry, I will always be troublesome I didn't think you had to rely on me, Meng Fuyao, to open the city gate, I just, I just..." She paused suddenly, her breath was a little unsteady, and she bit her lip before saying, "I've seen enough of those sacrifices! I can solve why without bloodshed Don’t work hard? The battle for kings must be bloodshed? Why can’t the lives of those fathers, mothers and mothers who are as precious as us be killed less?”
Zhan Beiye was stunned for a moment, he had been guarding the two of them all the time, and the black wind cavalry who silently listened to the quarrel between the two was shocked. The girl on the wild horse of Zhanbei turned her head silently after a long while, and cast a disapproving glance at their king.
For the first time in Zhan Beiye, he was despised by his loyal subordinates...
Meng Fuyao was still furious, and stomped on Beiye's cloak vigorously: "Damn it, sand pig!"
Zhan Beiye closed his mouth, and his lips were pursed into a straight and hard "one". Damn it, this woman misunderstood again! Why did he think she was troublesome? Why are you afraid that she will steal credit? Why do you feel that she is losing face by risking her life to win the city for him? He and Bei Ye would not bother to sacrifice the lives of thousands of iron-blooded men for the sake of honor and fame! He just... doesn't want her to take risks.
On the horse just now, when he heard what she did, the more he listened, the more frightened he became, the more frightened he became, and he almost lost the rein. Dangerous, but this woman doesn't know how to speak arrogantly, such a bold and boundless temperament, if something happens, he can't save it with all he has in his life!
The cloak behind him was trampled into a mess by Meng Fuyao, he had no choice but to take it off and let her stomp on it, feeling a little wronged in his heart... He didn't complete the sentence just now, "I rely on a woman to open the city gate for me." It was about "relying on my beloved woman to open the city gate for me." But there were people all around, how could he say it
Zhan Beiye waved his hands angrily, alas, he just can't speak, everything he said would be misunderstood by this tigress, but he couldn't explain it, maybe the more he explained, the more she misunderstood, so she had to shut up.
He clenched the reins in depression, with blue veins on the back of his hands—the two had been separated for half a year, and after finally meeting each other, they actually quarreled as soon as they saw each other, what's the matter!
Meng Fuyao was tired from stepping on behind him, but he didn't leave. He sat down with a straight face, and said, "You don't know what's going on in the palace, do you? Everyone has rushed to the Palace of Qinzheng for me. Just open your pocket and drive ducks in." , Zhan Nancheng, I ask Yunhen to kill, don't dirty your hands, you go, if you are smart enough, remember to cry for a while in the hall, and say something'I have no intention of usurping, I just drive thousands of miles to create To make a kneeling statement before His Majesty, the loyalty of the subject can be seen by the sun and the moon, but His Majesty did not wait for the subject to return to the Dragon Yu Bintian, full of grief and resentment, there is nowhere to complain...'Wait a few words, there are some dramas, knowing that no one will do it. If you can't cry, there are two options here." She said in a long-winded manner, taking out a few cloves of garlic and a chili pepper, "Travel at home A must-have product.”
The Black Wind Cavalry turned his head again, looked at her silently, and then at Zhan Beiye, this time with envy.
In this world, how many women can scold you and at the same time do everything possible to help you plan and act...
Zhan Beiye stared at Meng Fuyao, feeling warm in his heart, his bright black eyes were slightly moistened, he cleared his throat, and was about to say to her with the gentlest voice he could make: I'm sorry...
Unexpectedly, the woman continued to say in a long-winded manner: "I'm tired. If you are so arrogant, if I help you too much, I will look down on you. You can do the next thing yourself. I'm leaving." After thinking for a while, he said: "If you want to find me, Zhuzhu and I both live in the Commander's Mansion in Naner Alley. When you go, please remember clearly that the day before yesterday was Zhuzhu's birthday. I told you to bring a letter with you." Congratulate her on her birthday, don't forget, something went wrong during the meeting."
As she spoke, Zhan Beiye raised his eyebrows again, and finally listened patiently to her, and said coldly, "Why should I remember?"
Meng Fuyao choked, and said angrily: "I said you asked me to congratulate her on her behalf!"
Zhan Beiye's black eyebrows were lowered, his eyes flashed with anger, and he said in a colder voice: "What do you have to do with me?"
As soon as Meng Fuyao landed, he almost staggered when he was contradicted by this sentence, turned around suddenly, and shouted: "Yes! What does it have to do with you? Then what do I have to do with you?"
Zhan Beiye was shocked, and suddenly turned his head. His dark eyes were staring at Meng Fuyao, and there were countless flickering fires in his eyes. Meng Fuyao was stunned by such eyes. But suddenly jumped off the horse.
He jumped off the horse, strode in front of Meng Fuyao, grabbed her without saying a word, and kissed her!
His lips pressed against hers in an instant, with aggression and wildness, proclaiming his passion and frustration, so fierce and fierce, kiss him down!
Zhan Beiye's fierce kiss, his fingers tightly grasping Meng Fuyao's shoulder, he used the fiery strength between his lips and teeth to attack the city all the way forward, prying open her shocked teeth that were unprepared and drove straight in, tossing and sucking, circling back and forth , the taste on her lips is so sweet, like the crape myrtle flower that blooms all over the palace in March, the fragrance is like smoke in spring, she is so soft and warm, like the brocade quilts filled with feathers in the Pepper and Gold Palace in severe winter, it is amazing Touching it makes him want to linger in it forever, or maybe it is the taste of lovesickness, deep and lingering, more bright and moving because of endless entanglement, and the taste is endless, and he encountered such a brilliance in the exploration, like in the overwhelming darkness. See the sky suddenly clear, above the rain clouds, across the rainbow.
His body trembled slightly, because of the impact of yin and yang electricity, and the friction between his lips and teeth, he tangled his tongue into a vine of longing, wanting to bind the elf in his heart who always wanted to fly...
A sudden pain in the abdomen.
It seemed that Sen Leng's blade had hit a part that was also hard now.
Zhan Beiye paused, and it was only a pause. He curled his fingers and hugged her waist even tighter. He ignored her and refused to let the city he had already occupied. He even bit Meng Fuyao's waist lightly. Tongue—If you have the guts, you will really castrate me!
It's a pity that the woman he likes is not delicate enough.
I also don't like the kind of vulgar romantic plot where after being kissed forcibly, you must bite the other person's tongue, and then be forced to drink other people's blood.
Meng Fuyao suddenly pinched his chin with his fingers, turned his fingers, and made a slight "snap".
Zhan Beiye's jaw was removed by her...
Immediately backing away after a successful move, Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at Zhan Beiye who had reset his chin, ignoring the staring eyes of the street and the shock of Hei Fengqi, and said coldly: "Zhan Beiye, I haven't seen you in half a year, you really have grown up, and you didn't know how to do it?" It is really gratifying to have progressed and become a disciple who forces others to prostitute themselves in the street."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. A black wind rider looked into the master's eyes and tried to stop him, but was kicked away by her fiercely.
Zhan Beiye watched her back disappear at the end of the long street, his eyes were as dark as an abyss... He was wrong again, he was always wrong, he was wrong as soon as he met her, and his repeated mistakes pushed her farther and farther. The rationality and calmness that I am proud of hidden in my bones melted instantly like snow meeting fire when I met her, or he had already been incinerated into ashes by the fire of longing, and there was no longer the original self left.
He clearly knows that she is stubborn, she is proud, she is round on the outside and square on the inside, and she doesn't like to be forced. He has been working hard to adjust his habit of protecting and dominating women in the past, and try his best to give her freedom, so that she doesn't feel restrained, so she wants to be more. The love to get rid of, but this obviously smart woman is often extremely stupid emotionally, her ability to stir up his anger is better than his skill in fighting, he was burnt to be riddled with holes, and then she beat him to a crushing defeat .
Fuyao... Who can cross the river island of your heart, without always wandering on the other side
Zhan Beiye Feijuan in black robe stood silently, standing on the long street, in front of the palace gate, turning a blind eye to the soldiers and common people all over the street, his back was straight, but for some reason he always looked a little lonely.
Hei Fengqi beside him was silent, not knowing what to say, that special, kind and vicious woman, so shining that people couldn't take their eyes off, they very much hoped to become their mother of the country, but look at her awesome fork Powerful, His Royal Highness's pursuit will probably be very difficult.
After a long time, Zhan Beiye suddenly got on his horse, frantically whipped his whip and galloped away. His gesture of whipping was raised high and heavy, and he didn't look like he always cared for the horse. , like a mass of black fire.
Angry, gloomy, the anger aroused by rushing to love but being poured cold water on the head by an unfortunate encounter.
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Meng Fuyao strode back while kicking the small stones angrily, kicking the stones on the side of the road so that sparks were scattered everywhere.
"I'm so fucking dazed, I actually want the noble, proud, bull-headed Lord Lie Wang to hang his noble head and lie to a little girl who treats him sincerely!"
"I'm so fucking dazed that I thought that that egomaniac would know how to be considerate, understand and cherish this precious emotion after half a year's absence!"
"I'm so fucking dazed that I put my hot face on someone's cold ass!"
"Oh? Whose... respectable buttocks are pasted?"
A laughing voice came, and Meng Fuyao was immersed in his anger against Zhan Beiye, when he heard this, he instinctively answered: "Zhan Bei... er, no!"
Without raising her head, she covered her face, turned around and left: "Oh, I remembered that Yunhen is still alone in the palace, I have to meet him."
"I have already sent hidden guards to sneak into the palace to meet him. At this time, the palace is in chaos. The palace is full of eunuchs and maids, and the imperial guards have no leader. It would be nice if you can guard the gate well, and you can't bother to trouble him." The eldest grandson Wuji came slowly, smiled and grabbed her sleeve, "Why are you running, Master Yuanbao misses you very much."
Master Yuan Bao rolled his eyes, I still slept with her last night, what the hell, you guys are so annoying, you always use me as a cover.
"I don't want to see its mouse face." Meng Fuyao sternly refused, "I'm tired of it!"
Master Yuan Bao is angry—I don’t want to see your pig mouthing!
"Then..." The man behind was still laughing, and pulled her sleeve, "I miss you, okay?"
"Disgusting." Meng Fuyao despised, "We just met a quarter of an hour ago."
"In this quarter of an hour, I suddenly started to miss you." Someone said seriously, "The separation of this quarter of an hour made me suddenly realize that there are some things that cannot be indulged, just like quicksand in my hands. , and drifted away with the wind.”
The more Meng Fuyao listened, the more guilty he felt. This man's words are really annoying. He always has so many hints and similes. right
Changsun Wuji still held her tight, Meng Fuyao turned around abruptly, quickly moved her face in front of him, then retracted even faster, with a sinister smile: "Have you seen it? Don't want to? Well, I'm going back to catch up on sleep. "
She bypassed her eldest grandson Wuji and hurried to her room, and within two steps, she heard her eldest grandson Wuji sigh.
"His brows are hazy, but his lips are as bright as blood."
Meng Fuyao made a "boom", and it was on fire.
The eldest grandson Wuji walked over, smiled and pulled her shoulders, his fingertips lightly brushed her swollen lips, his eyes flashed with unhesitating eyes, but he didn't ask anything, he just said lightly for a long time: "Mood!" not good?"
When Meng Fuyao was asked by him, he immediately hooked up all the grievances in his belly, lowered his head, stood in front of him, like a schoolboy, sniffed, and said: "That sand pig Zhan Beiye..."
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled, patted her head, hugged her shoulders and walked into the house, saying as he walked, "Well, I have to find a way to help you get some compensation from that guy..."
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On the fifth day of September in the seventh year of Tiansha Qianqiu, Lie Wang Beiye went to Pandu, the third battalion of the imperial camp was disarmed without a battle, and the guards of the city tower opened the city gate in person. Immediately, the Canglong Army rushed straight to the palace with thunderous momentum, defeating the two imperial guards. At this point, all the armed forces defending the capital in Pandu have surrendered to King Lie.
In autumn, maple leaves are all over the city, and a gorgeous carpet is laid on the white marble palace gate square with thousands of steps to welcome the new owner of the new dynasty. When Zhong Zhong arrived at the palace, the princes and officials in palace clothes and red waists knelt to welcome them out of Wuyang Gate. Of course, some of these courtiers also refused to be the new king. Praise the generous and virtuous voice of Your Majesty.
Kou Zhongshu was detained in the palace, he yelled at the court and refused to kneel down, King Lie didn't get angry, he got down from his seat and untied him personally, and said with emotion: "Kou Zhongshu doubted me, my heart is clear, and I can learn from the sun and the moon." He said some words that hurt the brotherhood, which caused the audience to sigh, and finally gave the money back to the mountain—another beautiful record in the history books.
But at that time, according to some sharp-eyed courtiers—His Royal Highness seemed to be in a bad mood, with a gloomy face. After Kou Zhongshu finished scolding him, his brows twitched, showing signs of anger, but for some reason, he squeezed his hands Then he suppressed it again, that thing... This person really has sharp eyes, he said it was either garlic or pepper.
Of course, no one believed his words—the moment His Royal Highness King Lie marched thousands of miles to seize the throne, and finally sat on the throne of the Golden Luan Hall, why did he pinch pepper or garlic? Could it be his amulet? How absurd!
Zhan Nancheng passed away that day, but the death knell did not even ring - the Ministry of Rites canceled it in order to celebrate the celebration of welcoming the new emperor.
Zhan Beiye actually went to the Zi Palace where the spirit was stopped. He locked himself in it for a long time, and he came out after a long time. Ji Yu and Xiao Qi, who had been waiting in front of the door, vaguely heard him say: "You were killed by her. Indestructible, must be recorded in my account."
Ji Yu and Xiao Qi looked at each other and sighed silently.
That day, the new emperor stayed in the side palace, and he had not yet succeeded to the throne. He could only move to the main hall after he succeeded. That night, the lights in the side hall were kept on all night, and the pale window paper reflected the lonely figure of Zhan Beiye silently facing the lamp. No one was in the high place. What a feeling of loneliness.
Ji Yu and Xiao Qi looked at each other again, sighed silently again, and then Ji Yu went out of the palace to visit the Commander's Mansion in South Second Lane, but the gate of the mansion was closed, and someone wrote in ghostly handwriting on the door: "I don't see visitors!" , the emperor Lao Tzu is here to let alone see you!"
There was a letter stuck in the door.
Ji Yu came back in a hurry, and returned to the palace with a letter. He thought that Zhan Beiye didn't know that he had gone to the Commander's Mansion, and he didn't want Xiao Qi to tell him quietly that His Highness hadn't slept all this time, so he often poked his head out to have a look until he saw Ji Yu After coming back soon, the door was closed again with a "bang".
Ji Yu hurriedly delivered the letter, and Zhan Beiye took it over with joy, closed the door and read it carefully, but after reading it, he slapped the table angrily, and shouted: "Damn Changsun Wuji! Take my chance! "