The hall was full of drinkers, all turned their heads, and then there was a "wow".
Ya Lanzhu's big eyes turned to that direction, then narrowed dangerously.
Yao Xun opened his mouth wide in a daze, unable to react for a while, because he opened his mouth for too long, a large drop of slap fell down, Yao Xun snapped his chin, looked around and no one cared, quickly wiped his mouth embarrassingly, He made a gesture of "seeking happiness for himself", shrunk his head and slipped away.
Zhan Beiye never looked back.
He was just pointing at random, just now when he entered the store and glanced at a corner of the light red clothes above, he was sure it was a woman, and it was a woman, no matter who she was.
As for the troubles that the unlucky woman appointed by him would encounter, he didn't want to worry about it.
Meng Fuyao froze in the middle of the stairs, clutching the railing of the stairs, laughing awkwardly.
It really doesn't feel good to be stared at by so many unexplained eyes.
Zhan Beiye, you bastard, pointing at something in broad daylight.
Ya Lanzhu's eyes flew over, and she looked Meng Fuyao up and down like a bone scrape. Meng Fuyao didn't wear ugly makeup today, but simply used ginger juice to make her complexion yellowish, and her eyebrows and eyes are still outstanding. Lan Zhu looked at it for a long time, then curled her lips and said, "You are fooling me, you are obviously a tuberculosis ghost."
Zhan Beiye crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and said, "So what, as long as I like it."
"I killed her!"
"Kill her, you are still the second child, fill the house."
Ya Lanzhu jumped up, twisted her slender waist and swung her arms. She pulled out a small waist knife inlaid with colorful shells from behind.
She pointed at Zhan Beiye with a horizontal knife, and shouted, "Go! Kill your first one! Make room for me!"
"Hey, who's his first one?"
A clear female voice suddenly came from above, brushing everyone's eyes back to the middle of the stairs again, seeing Meng Fuyao leaning over the railing, his expression had returned to normal, and he was looking at the two people below with raised eyebrows.
"Huh?" Zhan Beiye finally turned around this time, and gave Meng Fuyao a wide-eyed look, but the look was also fleeting, and he didn't care.
"He lied to me?" Ya Lanzhu stared at Meng Fuyao with bright eyes.
Meng Fuyao snapped his fingers crisply, looked at the murderous Ya Lanzhu, "No."
This time, Zhan Beiye took a careful look at her.
Yalanzhu opened her mouth wide, "Huh?"
"He seems to think of me as the first one," Meng Fuyao sighed, "but that's his wishful thinking, girl, I already have a sweetheart, how can I fall in love with this reckless man?"
Zhan Beiye's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and Yalan's eyes shone with a strange light.
"Some things cannot be forced." Meng Fuyao clapped his hands, "Master, although you are not good-looking, your temper is not to my liking. Women are meant to be cherished and respected. You have declared it to me in public like this. Love, how can you tell me to marry?"
She didn't look at Zhan Beiye, who was about to smoke, and encouraged Yalanzhu sincerely, "Zhuzhu, there is a saying in our hometown, strong men are afraid of pestering women, don't pay attention to what he said, you just care about what you do, Go ahead, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still have to work hard."
Yalanzhu let out a hi-yo, and rushed forward obediently.
Zhan Beiye choked and pulled out the knife.
With a bang, the crowd hid behind the table excitedly.
With a hiss, Meng Fuyao took advantage of the chaos and disappeared down the stairs.
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"Let's go, pack your bags and walk." Meng Fuyao told Yao Xun as soon as he entered the door, "Hurry up."
"Miss Meng, didn't you solve that matter?" Yao Xun was stunned.
"Who knows what will happen, take advantage of Zhan Beiye being entangled by that girl, hurry up and leave." Meng Fuyao tidied up his things neatly, Yao Xun shook his head and said, "You offended Zhan Beiye, I really don't know what you think."
Meng Fuyao stopped, and looked at him strangely, "Don't you know that women are more difficult to deal with than men? Men, after all, are bigger in relative measure. In the situation just now, I would rather fight Beiye to death than let that girl stare at me. Me, otherwise there will be no peace."
She put the burden on her shoulders in twos and threes, opened the window and jumped down.
As a result, he jumped into a hard and thick embrace.
"Hiss." Meng Fuyao rubbed his head, "Who has such strong muscles, like iron." While raising his head, he smiled flatteringly at the owner of the muscles, "Excuse me, please."
Above, at a very high height, a man with flying black hair looked down at her with eyes that were darker than his hair, and his lips were drawn like a thin knife.
Meng Fuyao's heart twitched, and she thought helplessly, there is a kind of person in this world who always fights ahead of others in everything, and wonders if they also rush when it's their turn to die
Zhan Beiye's pitch-black eyes stared intently at her, and suddenly untied a delicate water bag from his waist, and poured it on Meng Fuyao's face with a splash.
"Hey, what are you doing? Huh..." Meng Fuyao was suddenly thrown into a rage, and immediately stretched out his palm to pat Zhan Beiye's hand. Zhan Beiye pinched his fingers and grabbed her wrist like iron clamps. Immediately, he stretched out his palm, and rubbed it on her face very ungentlely.
Meng Fuyao shouted angrily, "Hey, are your hands clean? Hey, don't touch my mouth, hey..."
Zhan Beiye stopped suddenly.
The girl in front of me is sixteen or seventeen years old, the turmeric layer of camouflage has been washed away by clear water, and a smooth white like fat jade gradually blooms, and a faint red is faintly revealed on the white, like the morning glow reflecting the snow, the light in her eyes The clarity is like the moon shooting the cold river, and the two delicate and heroic eyebrows are flying away, like ribbons flying from the palm of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl.
For a moment, their eyes met, an angry blush appeared on the girl's cheeks, but the light in her eyes became brighter, brighter than the stars, so hot that Zhan Beiye was stunned, only felt that there was majesty in the woman's eyes, and subconsciously let go of her hand.
Immediately after loosening it, I felt something was wrong, stretched out my hand and fished it again, and this time I fished it on the waist. I only felt that the soft waist had the flexibility of a martial arts woman, but it was surprisingly thin, which made people feel that it was hand-holding. I went up, but I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat.
With such a movement, his thoughts became a little distracted, and then he felt a slippery hand, something trembled, and it clung to him loudly.
Zhan Beiye has experienced hundreds of battles, his reaction is natural and first-class, and he subconsciously strikes with his palm.
This chop hit a weak spot, and a long black shadow swayed in the air. The black slender figure swung out following the long whip that flew out from the waist, and flipped over to the other corner of the eaves. The danger was imminent. On the chi beast in the corner of the eaves, he looked back and smiled at him.
With a smile, there is a bright moon and a clear breeze.
Immediately, he shot out without looking back, while waving his hand casually, "Thank you for helping me to wash my face, please ask the person behind to collect the reward."
Zhan Beiye was startled, turned around subconsciously, and saw Yao Xun's figure with his back to him, flashing through the window on the other side.
A plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain
Zhan Beiye wasn't fooled, so he immediately turned back to look for Meng Fuyao, but unfortunately Meng Fuyao had already jumped far away, carrying a small burden, and disappeared from the sea of eaves like a meteor like a meteor.
The long wind was silent, and the man in the black robe hadn't moved for a long time. There was no moon on the roof tonight, making people ignore such a calm existence. He gradually merged with the darkness, and then his outline was stripped away by the whitish morning light.
The first dewdrop in the morning fell on the tip of his brow, and he gently raised his hand to pick it up, looking at it in his palm as if he didn't know him. The little dewdrop rolled on his palm, as clear as the eyes of the woman last night.
The rays of the sun are hesitating, the clouds are vast, and the sky is full of splendor. The man raised his head, and suddenly, he smiled.
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Meng Fuyao escaped three miles away with his burden on his back, and only then met Yao Xun at a ruined temple in the south of the city. Meng Fuyao asked about the origin of the Yalan Pearl, and Yao Xun smiled wryly, "You know, we don't have an emperor in Fufeng, and the one who occupies Fufeng is Among the three major tribes, Faqiang is the most powerful, and Dafeng City, the center of Fufeng, is the residence of the Faqiang patriarch, and Ya Lanzhu is the daughter of the Faqiang patriarch, and her status in Fufeng is probably equivalent to the princess of Taiyuan."
"No wonder you are afraid of her like a tiger." Meng Fu swayed and swayed Erlang's legs, holding a mustard in his mouth and laughed at Yao Xun, "Big gang leader, you are very timid, even afraid of such a doll."
"I'm not afraid of her." Yao Xun blushed and said angrily, "I don't want to be controlled by evil magic. Among the three Fufeng clans, the one who is best at witchcraft is Fa Qiang. In their hands, it is possible to be controlled by them, especially the witches who have been passed down from generation to generation. Their status is still higher than that of the patriarch. Even if they move their eyes, they will kill people. Death is not terrible. It is said that there are even more bizarre methods , why do you say we want to offend this kind of person in all seriousness?"
"Oh," Meng Fuyao smiled, but his eyes rolled around, Yao Xun frowned at her, "Hey, I couldn't have said it so clearly, are you still thinking about it?"
Meng Fuyao gritted his teeth and said suddenly, "Hey, how did Ya Lanzhu get involved with Zhan Beiye? These two people can't fight each other."
"How do I know?" Yao Xun scratched his head and wondered, "I vaguely heard that Ya Lanzhu was betrothed to Zhan Beiheng, the sixth prince of Tiansha Kingdom. The prince fought against Kitano? It's so strange... "
"Grandma doesn't kiss uncle, doesn't she love?" Meng Fuyao turned his head, "Why, Zhan Beiye isn't favored?"
"It's more than being unfavored," Yao Xun pouted, "The status is not even as good as an ordinary county king. The six or seven princes behind him were all crowned kings, but he still hasn't been crowned. It's his old grandfather, the old Zhou Taishi Lao Lei asked three times in front of the jade steps before he barely managed to become a county king. The fief is still in the Tiansha Geya Desert, which borders the Moro tribe in the Western Regions. The whole territory is only four hundred miles away. Zhan Beiye is also very skillful. In three years, he built a military city at the border crossing, set up a black wind army in the desert, controlled the traffic arteries, and expanded the border by 1,500 miles. From then on, Moro's soldiers and horses could no longer come. They harassed the city of Zhou and recruited people to cultivate the land. In the past, the millet and wheat in the Geya area were worth several thousand dollars per dendrobium. Later, a bolt of fine silk could be exchanged for tens of dendrobium grains. The accumulated military rations could be used for decades. He cured Ge Ya, and his elder brother was worried again. He forced him to come to Wangcheng and watched him under his nose. Token, tsk tsk..."
"Let me ask you a question, you say so much," Meng Fuyao frowned, "Is it your second uncle or your uncle, so generous with your saliva."
"Aren't I a pity for a hero? Who doesn't know that Zhan Beiye is an all-rounder in civil and military affairs, and he is many times stronger than his elder brother who can only play tricks. It's a pity that his mother has a special status and is a waste from the previous dynasty." Later, there was an accident to assassinate the old emperor of Tiansha, and the mother and child were not favored, and even missed Zhan Beiye's life, hey... the emperor's family affairs, it's hard to say..."
Meng Fuyao clasped his hands on his knees, and said calmly, "The Diwang's house is the filthiest place in the world. If you want to live there, you have to either become more filthy yourself, or wash away the filth with blood. There is no other way."
She spoke casually, but she didn't know that behind a tree outside the temple, a figure suddenly trembled slightly.
"Your words are good, but it reminds me of another sentence," Yao Xun's eyes lit up, and he said with enthusiasm, "The dragon is trapped in the wild, but it is only for a while, but if there is an opportunity, it will surely rise..."
Before he finished reciting, Meng Fuyao was already drowsy.
Yao Xun angrily slapped the table, "Hey, wake up, don't your blood boil when you hear this? Don't your blood pulse? Don't you feel passionate? This is what Prince Wuji said, Prince Wuji..."
"It's so noisy..." Meng Fuyao waved his hand, "What does Prince Wuji have to do with me? Can it be eaten? Can it be used? Can it be used as a quilt?"
"You incomprehensible woman," Yao Xun looked at her with contempt on her face, "The eldest grandson Wuji is famous all over the world, normal women would scream when they hear his name, I have never seen you sleep like this!"
Meng Fuyao lazily opened his eyes, sneered, and pointed to his nose.
"Compared with those normal women who can only scream, I'd rather be a perverted woman who can kill more."
She closed her eyes and lazily turned over, as if she was going to sleep, but suddenly she stretched out her palm and slapped the ground, and her whole body shot out of the temple like an arrow. With the sharp sound of the wind, it rolled towards the back of the tree.
"come out!"
At the same time, Yao Xun's thin and narrow body flickered immediately, and disappeared in the same place in a blink of an eye, and he had already slipped thirty feet away in the next instant.
Meng Fuyao turned his head in astonishment in mid-air, thinking that this person is really shameless, not only is he good at pretending like himself, but he also runs away when he sees the enemy without morality.
The man behind the tree snorted coldly and stomped casually, Meng Fuyao's long whip was immediately trampled under his feet.
Meng Fuyao looked down at the pair of black boots with flame-like rims, grinned, and suddenly let go of his hand, he didn't want the whip, turned around and ran like a wolf.
After running a few steps, someone grabbed her by the collar, Meng Fuyao didn't let go of his inertia, and took a few steps on the spot, which made the person above him laugh, and pushed her to the ground roughly.
Meng Fuyao resentfully cursed, "Why are you following me all the time? Begging for food?"
"Your words are really not flattering," Zhan Beiye frowned at her, "You are so uneducated, how can you attend the palace banquet as my female companion?"
"You're uneducated!" Meng Fuyao was determined to piss off. She remembered that Zhan Beiye ran away when she saw the aggressive Ya Lanzhu, and probably didn't like strong-tempered women. !"
"You're right," Zhan Beiye smiled, this man's smile was not as romantic as Yuan Zhaoxuan's, but it was dazzling as if the sun was shining directly, "My whole family is indeed ill-bred, except me."
He picked up the long whip with his toes, tied Meng Fuyao three by two, held it in his hand, and even weighed it.
"Fortunately, it's not heavy."
"Hey, what are you doing!" Meng Fuyao was grabbed by his hand and swayed, eating a mouthful of dirt.
"I'm going to attend Emperor Taiyuan's birthday palace banquet, and I will pursue you by the way." Zhan Beiye sighed, "I have never been rejected or failed in my life, so naturally I can't let you be the first one."
With a flip of his palm, Meng Fuyao, who was bundled up like a rice dumpling, was lightly and skillfully turned over to his eyes, and he stood upside down with big eyes facing big eyes.
Thus, Meng Fuyao, who was dizzy, dizzy, and as big as a bucket, heard the strangest confession in his life in the strangest posture in his life.
"Listen, woman." Zhan Beiye's teeth were so bright that Meng Fuyao had to close his eyes.
"I will conquer you."