So vicious, how could he be an ordinary person? "
"That's what you want to tell me?" Meng Fuyao glanced at him, then walked away, "Waste of time."
"Hey, don't go." Xuanyuanmin sighed, leaned into her ear, and said softly like a joke: "This place is no different from the palace, there are many people watching us, you should be more intimate with me anyway."
Meng Fuyao frowned—she knew that someone was paying attention to her and Xuanyuanmin all the time, but to her, those eyes of cats and dogs were as straight as bullshit, but she always felt that there was another gaze that seemed to be covering her all the time. When Xuanyuanmin approached her, it seemed to be a little thicker.
"If you have something to say, say fart and let it go." Meng Fuyao "smiled" and leaned into Xuanyuanmin's ear "intimately", "Stay for a quarter of an hour longer, and save you from killing a woman."
"I've never seen this kind of threat..." Xuanyuanmin muttered, wrapped her arms around her waist as a gesture of tenderness, and said in a low voice: "Our plan may have to be advanced, and there seem to be some strange people in Beijing recently. There is no way out, I'm not sure if Xuanyuan Cheng is aware of it now, in short, be careful."
"Is there a strange person in Beijing..." Meng Fuyao's eyes rolled and she smiled sweetly. Her eyes were filled with brilliance in an instant, and they were a little brighter than Xia Guang. Xuanyuan Min stared dumbfounded, and suddenly said: "Queen, I don't seem to have seen it before. You really look..."
"You better not know me!" Meng Fuyao flicked his finger, and the strong wind forced Xuanyuanmin to let go of his wolf claws. Suddenly, a deer flashed in the forest in front of him from the corner of his eyes. The deer was pure white, it was actually Rare white deer.
Ask the nine tripods to compete for the white deer, the heroes of Kyushu, what the heroes want!
The whistle sounded again and again, and people were chasing them from all directions, Meng Fuyao also got excited, turned over and jumped on the horse, and smiled softly: "I want it!"
She kicked the horse's belly, her long hair raised, and the white horse galloped out like an arrow, and the smoke and dust disappeared in front of Xuanyuanmin's eyes in an instant like a thread.
Xuanyuanmin watched her nimble and nimble white back disappear into the dense forest, and waved to order the guards to follow. He hugged his shoulders and heart, looked in that direction with fascination and murmured: "If one day she is really my queen Identity and I say 'I want to...', how beautiful it should be..."
Behind him, Anmei suddenly walked over without a sound, and answered coldly:
"court death!"
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Meng Fuyao galloped at high speed, whipping the horse, her riding skills were extremely good, she had already left the guards far away.
The wind of the winter moon is like a god waving a giant banner, rolling up three thousand dust like snow, her hair bun was disturbed by the wind while galloping, she simply stretched out her hand to untie her hairband, her long hair fluttered like a black brocade Unfolding, Meng Fuyao laughed heartily, facing the cold wind that cut his face, galloping in the mountains and forests with no one around, he felt so fucking happy!
Recently, I have been playing scheming in the palace of Lao Shizi, intrigues and tricks. Although she is naturally talented, she gets tired of playing for a long time. What's more, she doesn't like the four palace walls. She always laughs but hates in her heart. The group of women who are in love, there are countless ways to live in life, why do they have to pretend to live
Think about it, how cruel it is to keep her eagle in a cage!
The female eagle let the wind go, her eyes were shining golden, she was looking for the white deer, ah, she caught it, skinned it and gave it away, and made a beautiful deerskin sleeve.
To whom? don't tell you.
There was a flash of snow in the corner of his eyes, and the deer passed through the evergreen trees like a bolt of lightning, with an extremely beautiful striding posture, Meng Fuyao could even see the plum branch-like pink hair on its head. horn.
Meng Fuyao immediately raised his hand.
Take the bow! nock! winding! Open the bow!
"Buzz!"
The sharp arrow cut through the air, because it was so fast that the air seemed to be distorted slightly, and it flew through the jungle in an instant, heading straight for the eyes of the white deer!
Piercing the eyes, not hurting the skin.
"call out!"
After the jungle, an arrow was suddenly shot out from an unknown direction, and the arrow came first, knocking her ferocious arrow away, and then fell in a strange direction in mid-air...and pierced into the eyes of the white deer.
Meng Fuyao's nose was crooked with anger.
Robbery
The deer was seriously injured, but survived for some reason. With a scream, it raised its legs and ran wildly, several times faster than before.
Just now there was a sound of leaves being plucked in that direction, the man seemed to be chasing after him, Meng Fuyao was aroused to be competitive, he slapped the horse with a stern rebuke, and the white horse ran after it.
In the dark green and light green jungle, the white light was like a string, and two whirlwinds, one black and one white, were chasing behind them. Among the trees, Meng Fuyao could only vaguely see that the people in front were a group of black horses, but he couldn't see the horses. human figure.
The two chased each other, chasing farther and farther until they reached the edge of the forest, where a hill rose from the ground.
The white deer ran to the top of the mountain, and finally exhausted, hissed and died.
The rider in front stopped suddenly, and the knight's sleeves fluttered. With a flick of his finger, the white deer flew up slowly as if pulled by a string, and fell into his hands.
The setting sun is like blood, the green hills are faint, a ray of rosy clouds smears the blue sky, colorful and colorful like fat, and his back is slender and straight, with exquisite and elegant lines on the side, and his clothes are flying gracefully, as if hidden in the golden light The Nine Heavens Gods.
Meng Fuyao stared at the back for a long time, his fingers gripping the rein tightly.
The man smiled and turned around.