The thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month is the "God Worship Festival" of the Rong people.
According to the custom, this day is the day for the Rong people to worship the gods. They get up from the early morning, take a bath, make rakes, worship the gods, go out to have a carnival, hold a series of wrestling activities with arrows, and light a lot of bonfires at night , young men and women show their talents and express their feelings to each other.
Meng Fuyao squatted on the seat, worrying about the thick list of invitations, and muttered, "Got epileptic! There are so many invitations together, I can't run even if I break my legs."
"If you miss any family," Yuan Zhaoxu said while sitting idly while feeding Yuan Bao without raising his head, "you have to treat the noble Rong clan who despised the great God Geri People's dignity' explained it. If I guess correctly, according to the habit of the Rong people, they usually use swords or blood to seek explanations."
Meng Fuyao glared at him, "Why do I think you seem to be gloating?"
Yuan Zhaoxu turned his eyes and looked at her with a smile, "Is there any?" He got up and stroked her cheek with his slender fingers, "I just have special respect for our great, wise and wise city lord, who is good at handling all dangers." It's just faith."
Meng Fuyao turned her head to look at him, always felt that classmate Yuan looked weird today, was it because she felt uncomfortable taking a bath while being watched by her
Or is it more uncomfortable not to be watched by her in the shower
In terms of his personality, the latter is more likely.
Meng Fuyao smiled wretchedly, pushed the invitation, and said, "The former city lord Ashina has already been dismissed by His Royal Highness De Wang because of his ineffective governance. They are not convinced and want to make things difficult for me. There must be a lot of things going on today. If one fails, there will be another one."
"Soldiers come and cover the water and soil, and the soldiers come and beat them all up." She stretched her waist and stood up, shouting with bright eyes, "I have been imitated all the time, and have never been surpassed. You want to make things difficult for me? Go back to your mother's womb and practice again." !"
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Since Meng Fuyao took office, the seven leaders of the Rong clan in Yaocheng who have been constrained everywhere, originally planned to make things difficult for the new city lord today, and all the seven families sent invitations to the city lord, asking the city lord to "decorate your honor and enjoy the joy with the people" , the seven families set the time at noon, the seven families prepared sumptuous festive banquets, opened the front door, and prepared to be dressed up, and the seven families made the battle posture as grand as possible, wishing that the whole world would know: They very kindly invited the city lord to the banquet.
In this way, if the family of the little white-faced city lord did not show up, they would have a reason to stir up trouble—the feast of the 'Respecting the Gods' represented the gift of God, and if they refused, it would be the greatest contempt for God.
Because there will be an arrow contest during the festival, they have already applied for weapons in advance, and when the time comes, they will stir up the flames and arouse the anger of the whole city, even if they don't kill that little boy, they will support Ashina's return to the city's position and restore Yaocheng's Rong people Dominating the state of the whole city, isn't it sure
With such wishful thinking in mind, the heads of the Seven Clans sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. They even studied how to express their grief and indignation at "dignity being trampled upon" when the Lord Meng couldn't come, and practiced in front of the mirror for a long time.
The young servants of the seven families ran around with each other, reporting news at any time. At Youshi...the city lord did not go out; at Xu time, the gate of the county government was closed;
The heads of the Seven Clans began to fidget, and the castellan's family didn't go? He's crazy
Better not to go! Wait!
Near noon, under the anxious and anticipating eyes of all parties, the closed gate of the county government office suddenly opened, and a group of energetic young government servants stepped out of the gate, mounted their horses, and headed in various directions in the city.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the heads of the seven families simultaneously received a bronzing invitation from the county government.
The wording of the invitation is polite, saying that you are young and inexperienced and new to your place, and you must never dare to be the host of you. The grand banquet, you should be the host of the juniors, and now it is the festive season, and we are chatting and preparing wine and delicacies in the "Qianjin" building in the east of the city. Respectfully invite you all People come.
The invitation also expressed admiration for the Great God Geri, saying that he hoped that all the leaders who are familiar with the miracles of the Great God must fulfill his longing heart, "Qianjinlou" for a while, and give him, a pious person outside the religion, a sense of dignity The opportunity of the God of Geri and so on.
Before the invitation was sent to the leaders, the servants who delivered the letter had already read it loudly in front of the gate, and people from several streets could hear it. The city lord also respected God Geri very much, and also showed a satisfied expression. The seven big heads wanted to do something stupid, but they couldn't do it.
But the city lord turned his back on the guests, and invited the banquet so generously that even the god Geri moved out. If they didn't go, it would be a grievance for them.
At noon, the gate of the county government office opened again, and a young man in plain clothes came out with a smile. Today he was dressed plainly, his white clothes were spotless, and his light purple belt was soft in color.
Beside him is a man in a light purple robe, with loose clothes and big sleeves, with a coquettish posture, half of his face is wearing a mask, and the exposed eyebrows are still astonishingly bright.
It was Meng Fuyao and Yuan Zhaoxu.
Meng Fuyao didn't care about the people all over the street at all, and he got into an awkward fight with Yuan Zhaoxu while walking, "Hey, I'm going to drink, what do you do, the county government doesn't have your drink."
"I followed you because you were drinking." Yuan Zhaoxu replied leisurely.
"So concerned about me?" Meng Fuyao wrinkled his nose, "It's okay, I have a lot of money, I won't get drunk."
"I'm not afraid of you getting drunk." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, "I'm afraid of you not being drunk."
"Huh?" Meng Fuyao turned to look at him in astonishment, does this person have a conscience
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned over slightly, and leaned close to her ear, the heat from his words brushed over her, and there was a slight itchiness, Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, remembering that he was on the street, he desperately endured it.
"...you try to take advantage of me when you're drunk, kissed me the first time, slept with me the second time, I'm eager to see what the third time will be like..."
"Go to hell!"
Suddenly there was an astonishing roar on the street, and the people all over the street staring at this side jumped in unison.
Immediately, he saw the young man in white roll up on the horse like a gust of wind, and the man in the lavender robe followed with a slight smile.
The common people looked at each other, and after a while, their eyes suddenly realized.
It turned out to be a broken sleeve!
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"Please, please, all leaders, don't be polite." Meng Fuyao walked between the tables holding his wine glass. When the glass was dry, he smiled slickly. He stopped at a certain table from time to time, crowded the table and chatted with others, " ... Miss Xiang'er from Veela Court is so wow! The body is as soft as soft and boneless, do you like the silent big head? Don't you like it? Oh, what a pity! The county has always wanted to buy this girl as a gift for adults... oh... actually Do you like it? You like it, why don't you tell me earlier... I have no place to send her after I redeem her, so I sent her back to her hometown... "
"Tie Er Datou, what's the matter with the scar on your face? Oh, your cat has a wild temper, hey, that's right, Tamu Er Datou, once you keep cats in the backyard, if you raise them too much, it will be very troublesome to be jealous Yes... It's rare that your seventeenth house aunt has a cat in her hand, it's not easy, it's not easy... "
"Bili Datou, how is your high hall? How is your father? How is your father's high hall? How is your father's number one husband? How is number two husband? How is number three husband?..."
"Boss Su Lei..."
"Wood is a big boss..."
She made a round of toasting, her eyebrows beaming and gossip flying, the face of the seven big heads was blue, and the vest was wet with sweat.
This kid, how could he even know the most secret and most unwilling privacy of each family
Meng Fuyao smiled, his pupils shone cunningly under the light of the bright candle, like a fast and calculating spirit fox.
Knowing all these gossips, it is said that Zong Yue is in the credit. Mr. Zong is a doctor, but he is not like a doctor. There are people around him at any time, and news is reported at any time. There are people from all over the world, and he does not avoid Meng. Fuyao sometimes told her. Meng Fuyao took the opportunity to ask him to find out the details of the influential people in Yaocheng. Zong Yue, a poisonous man, was generous and directly assigned an information line to her. The management of Yao Xun, who has news in the market, didn't understand why Yao Xun was interested in such things as his seventeen little wives being jealous and grandma's liking for red apricots. Life is much more important.
mess with me? I'll expose your fig leaf! Even the fabric of the underwear, I will remember it for you!
The big bosses were sweating profusely and reluctantly socializing, and they kept thinking about it. The new city lord is wicked, it seems that he has no shame... It is obvious that they have seen through their intention to run on him and want revenge, although the city lord is young It's beyond imagination, but he can even make a toilet like the statue of Geri, and even knows that Bi Li's grandma has three lovers, so what else is he afraid to do
The leaders all put up a lot of energy, waiting for Meng Fuyao's next attack.
Yuan Zhaoxu was the only one who had been drinking casually. He had a light smile, which was reflected in the clear liquor—this girl was crawling around in the world of mortals, and she was full of ruffian, and I don't know who led her into trouble...
After drinking for three rounds, Meng Fuyao put down his glass and cleared his throat.
The hearts of the leaders tightened—here we come! They all subconsciously put down their wine glasses and sat up straight.
"Boss Si Lei." Once Meng Fuyao stopped smiling, hostility and disdain appeared on the brows of Meng Fuyao's brows. He no longer had the slick and sloppy appearance that anyone could joke about. Immediately hoarse.
She sat firmly in the main seat, squinting at the person she named.
The big man named Si Lei had a purple red face and a pair of piercing eyes. He had been silent since he took the seat. When he heard Meng Fuyao calling him, he slowly pressed his hands on the table and raised his head and said "Huh?"
Meng Fuyao stared at the real talker among the big bosses in Yaocheng, this very prestigious big boss must also be the mastermind of this event.
"Boss Si Lei is busy?" Meng Fuyao smiled, the smile was very weak, "Did you sleep well last night?"
All the leaders looked at each other, wondering why City Lord Meng suddenly asked such an irrelevant question, but Si Lei's face immediately changed.
His eyes flickered, and he said cautiously for a while, "Not bad."
"Well," Meng Fuyao nodded, "I heard from Master Ashina in this county that Chief Su Lei suffers from insomnia, but now it looks like he's recovered."
Si Lei was startled for a moment, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "Thank you for your concern, sir."
"The former city lord Ashina misses you very much," Meng Fuyao said casually, "He is in good health today, and he will attend the celebration later, so he asked me to send a message to Chief Si Lei, asking him to come to the City Lord's mansion for a briefing. "
She stretched out her hand with a smile, and said, "Hurry up, Datouren, the county is waiting for you to go to the celebration when it's over."
Si Lei's complexion changed again and again, with a tragic blue color floating between his brows, and he said after a while, "Since Master Ashina is going to attend the ceremony, I'd better wait until the ceremony to pay his respects."
"That's not good?"
"What's wrong?" Si Lei sneered arrogantly, not hiding his contempt for Meng Fuyao, "Since we can see you later, why do you have to make this trip?"
"Alright." Meng Fuyao waved his hand inadvertently, ended the topic without hesitation, picked up his glass with a little drunkenness, staggered to the head of Bili, raised his glass and said with a smile, "Come on... Leaders, let's have a drink for the glory and dignity of Gri God!"
All the leaders, together with Si Lei who was holding a sneer, raised their wine glasses one after another.
Meng Fuyao's wine glass was halfway up, when suddenly his wrist flicked, and there was a quick buzzing sound, the wine glass turned into a golden light and shadow shot out.
Just as Si Lei's wine glass was raised to his lips, his eyes suddenly went dark. Something rushed towards him like lightning and quickly zoomed in on his field of vision. There was a sound, as crisp as the sound of a piece of jade being hit in half, and then everything in front of him suddenly turned a brilliant blood red.
The blood red expanded infinitely, and drilled into his brain together with the severe pain that pierced his bones. As if his consciousness was hit hard, it suddenly spread out like a star, and it continued to crack. In the severe pain of cracking, he cried out in despair.
"ah!"
The roar of pain spread throughout the silent restaurant, all the leaders were shocked by the unexpected thunderbolt, and only Yuan Zhaoxu still poured his own drink calmly, while Meng Fuyao was laughing.
Her smile was hidden between her eyebrows, and the words came out of her smile, sharp as a knife, "Boss Si Lei, it's not because of insomnia, right? It's because I discussed it too late with Rong Junxiozuo." Bar?"
With a bang, all the heads of the family turned pale - Si Lei and Rong Jun got in touch
Meng Fuyao kept sneering, watching everyone's expressions, she didn't actually find out who among the seven chiefs was in collusion with Rong Junxi, so when she made a toast earlier, she deliberately tried to test it out, and after talking nonsense about her privacy, she also opened it intentionally or unintentionally. Ash's few innocuous jokes made others busy revealing their nervousness for their privacy, but Si Lei showed anger.
Why is he angry? Is it just out of respect, or is it blasphemy because you know Ashina is dead
And Ashina's death is the biggest secret in Yaocheng today, except for Meng Fuyao and a few people, only the soldier who assassinated Ashina knew about it.
So next, Meng Fuyao made a separate roll call and asked the former city lord to summon him. If Si Lei really knew that Ashina was dead, he would definitely suspect that the meeting at the city lord's mansion was an ambush, and he would definitely refuse. In the end, his reaction confirmed Meng Fuyao Soaring doubts.
When Si Lei's problem was confirmed, Meng Fuyao didn't hesitate anymore, and sent him on his way with a glass of wine.
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and watched Meng Fuyao violently murder, with a pensive look in his eyes, as if recalling some past events, showing a slight strange look, and then flicked his fingertips slightly, sending out a secret signal.
The secret guard who had always been lurking by his side immediately took the order and went to Si Lei's mansion to wait for the rabbit.
Si Lei's blood slowly splattered on the floor, and the leaders of the Rong people gradually recovered from the shock. Someone showed anger in their eyes, and was about to stand up to speak, when Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his wine glass with a smile again.
"Everyone," Meng Fuyao didn't even look at the dead body on the ground, "I'd like to inform everyone of the good news. A few days ago, the Japanese counties reported to the imperial court that the leaders of the Rong tribe in Yaocheng worked diligently to manage affairs. Therefore, the imperial court granted permission to cut off part of the tax, silver, grain and rice paid by the Rong people in Yaocheng as the "government award" for the big leaders. After the tax is withheld by yourself... Oh, the share of Datou Su Lei, it is up to you to discuss how to divide it. I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer."
There was another uproar, but this time it was no longer a wave of anger, but a surge of surprise. Yaocheng is a small frontier town, and the Rong people and the Han people farmed together, which is different from the way of life of the Rong people who practice hunting and living in the mountains. Therefore, the leaders can't share any spoils, and their lives are mostly so-so. Now this "government award" means that the imperial court has given them the power to collect taxes among their own clans! What's more, there is the piece of the most powerful man, Si Lei!
Those thick and dark faces immediately lit up, and each face was instantly filled with excitement and longing. Meng Fuyao, the city lord who gave the stick first and then the candy, watched calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.
Only when there are interests can there be struggles. In the history from ancient times to the present, those galloping horses competing in the world are not all because of interests in the final analysis? Now that the Seven Chiefs live in the city, they have never had a clear clan division, and their powers are intertwined with each other. In addition to Si Lei's share, she is deliberately uncertain about the successor... let's fight! Fighting for you to mess up and destroy your prestige, so as not to hurt the master and I won't worry!
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Meng Fuyao sat high on the high platform in the square specially used for celebrations in the city, looking down at the crowd below with a human appearance, feeling good about herself.
She's a little drunk again—it can't be helped, Miss Meng loves to drink, and she also loves to get drunk, every time she drinks, she always gets drunk.
However, she was not too drunk today, and she could still remember her identity and mission—later in the celebration, there will be archery and riding, and she will congratulate the best young man and the most beautiful girl.
The city lord of "Ashina" had already been helped out by Yao Xun to meet the people. He "suddenly suffered from a serious illness and was dismissed from his post" and was extremely depressed. Meng Fuyao greeted him very humbly and politely. In front of the people of the city, a scene of friendship and harmony between the previous and subsequent city owners was staged.
While acting, he secretly praised, Yuan is a genius, a human skin mask can't be more real, but it's a pity that the person himself is not very real.
The "former city lord" was not in good spirits, and the six-headed people were busy digesting the good news and planning how to fight for their own interests in the future. No one paid close attention to the people on the stage, so this matter was passed on so lightly.
Meng Fuyao was in a good mood, and she felt lucky. Yuan Zhaoxu was really a good product delivered to her door for free, a must-have product for usurping the throne and power when traveling at home. She squinted her eyes and looked at Yuan Zhaoxu lustfully, but her ass was out Moved and moved.
Yuan Zhaoxu leaned lazily on the chair, looked at her with great interest, and said, "Your Excellency."
Meng Fuyao looked at him with a wide smile, "Master Yuan."
"Why do I feel that you have been trying to avoid me intentionally or unintentionally recently?" Yuan Zhaoxu went straight to the point in an extremely loose tone, without looking at the expression on Meng Fuyao's face, "Have you empathized?"
"Uh..." Meng Fuyao was tongue-tied, a little confused about the answer for a moment, and said cruelly after thinking for a long time, "You guessed it, girl, I recently met a good man and I want to marry him."
"Oh?" Yuan Zhaoxu couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, and looked at her closely, his long eyelashes were like feathers, almost brushing her smooth cheeks, "Who? Zhan Beiye? Zong Yue? Yunhen?"
Meng Fuyao stared at him, this person shouldn't be so scary, okay, is there anything in this world that he doesn't know about? It's okay for him to know the first two, but the latter one is an adopted son of a certain family in Taiyuan Kingdom, how can he know it
But this is not the key question, the key is the question that is being asked now.
"Yeah..." Meng Fuyao turned his eyes, and smiled at Yuan Zhaoxu with a swaying love, "These three are all good, girl, I'm hesitating which one to choose, hey, Mr. Yuan, can you give me a reference?"
"It's not bad." Yuan Zhaoxu looked into her eyes without blinking, "Warrior Lie, a generation of heroes, Mr. Zong is a doctor, very suitable for a woman like you who has many problems, that kid from the Yun family, it's complicated A little bit, but it’s good for you, in short, it’s all good.”
Meng Fuyao looked up at him, but for a moment she couldn't see the expression in his deep and normal eyes. She opened her mouth, and suddenly felt a bit astringent in her throat. Bitter.
But there was an even brighter smile on his face, he simply leaned closer, and put Yuan Zhaoxu's arm affectionately, "I can't see, you really have plans for me, don't you?"
"If your heart is not with me, what's the use of my begging?" Yuan Zhaoxu drank his tea calmly, and there was no sign of "begging". "If I cross half of Wuji Kingdom and rush from Zhongzhou Yao Cheng came, but only got a few inhuman words from you, so what if I don't give up and stop?"
Meng Fuyao was speechless, staring like a dead fish, he... is he angry
She stood there in a daze, Yuan Zhaoxu didn't speak, and there was silence between the two of them, giving rise to a faint sense of suffocation.
Yuan Zhaoxu flicked his fingers lightly on the armrest. Listening carefully, the rhythm was like a piece of music. He raised his jaw slightly, looked at the slightly golden and light red floating clouds in the sky, and thought of a piece he played many, many years ago. The first piece of music, I have played that piece of music once in my life, but I don't know if I will have the opportunity to play it again in the future.
He smiled slightly, but his eyes cooled down a little bit, the jade-like texture in his eyes gave off a faint coolness in his firmness.
That look made Meng Fuyao feel a little guilty again, and turned away embarrassingly, suddenly there was a burst of cheers from below, and then he saw a black shadow standing on the horse, galloping around the field like lightning, and the knight on the horse used his bow and arrow, making all kinds of tricks non-stop. Quick-shooting tricks, frontal shooting, side shooting, flipping down the horse's belly, jumping on the horse's head and shooting... There are many tricks and skillful skills, no matter how tricky and weird the angle is, the arrows and arrows will hit the bull's-eye, attracting cheers from the crowd.
All ten arrows were fired, the knight stood proudly on his horse, turned his face and looked heroic, he was a burly young man, he raised the bow in his hand, and suddenly shook it at Meng Fu.
Meng Fuyao thought that someone was paying her respects, so the big man smiled and waved his hand.
The other side raised again.
Meng Fuyao waved again, this time in a slightly surprised manner, hey, isn't it too courteous? Also, why is there such a strange look in the eyes below
The young man raised his eyebrows, snorted heavily, raised the bow in his hand high, and waved it at Meng Fuyao for the third time.
Meng Fuyao raised his hand halfway and finally realized something was wrong... This is not like paying tribute...
Yuan Zhaoxu beside him suddenly said lazily, "This is the meaning of the Rong people's challenge."
Meng Fuyao glared at Yuan Zhaoxu, stood up in a very unhappy mood, and said angrily, "Damn, you dare to provoke me with anything crooked!"
She strode off the stage without even looking at the arrogant young man, and went straight into the middle of the square, and the people immediately became excited. This young man Tie Cheng is the number one marksman in Yao Cheng, known as the invincible shooter in the world, and he is respected by the Rong people of Yao Cheng , the soldiers looked at the thin Meng Fuyao with picky and contemptuous eyes—such a thin, fair-faced, city lord who only relied on the royal princes of the court, dared to overestimate his capabilities, and accepted the challenge of their marksman!
Thinking that the little white-faced city lord was about to throw his bow and admit defeat in front of their sharpshooter, the soldiers were all excited, and squeezed forward desperately, so as to insult Meng Fuyao at close range at the first time.
Tie Cheng stared at Meng Fuyao, without concealing the interest and contempt in his eyes, and said loudly, "Dear Lord, I, Tie Cheng, have never lost since I participated in the God Respect Festival celebration. I lost my life and soul to you!"
Yay bah, who cares about your life and soul! Meng Fuyao, who was full of gloomy face, didn't pay attention at all, and went straight into the center of the crowd without stopping. Yuan Zhaoxu on the stage leaned over to watch, waved his hand, and immediately some men in ordinary clothes mixed into the crowd, protecting them at any time.
Meng Fuyao strode up to the young man, raised his hand and snatched the bow from him without saying a word, there was still the last arrow in his quiver, Meng Fuyao put the arrow on the bow, stood on the ground, and aimed in a regular manner.
Immediately, someone started snickering loudly—Tie Cheng moved to shoot arrows immediately, which was hundreds of times more difficult than shooting arrows in place. This weak Han city lord lost with just one posture.
Meng Fuyao turned a deaf ear to it, at the moment her heart was gloomy and inexplicably irritable, the gloomy aura seemed to have turned into a sharp arrow, stuck in her heart, she sneered, drew her bow slowly, snickering Amid the noise, aim for the bullseye.
The iron-studded arrows formed a straight line in the front view, and the tiny bull's-eye was constantly zooming in. At the end of the straight line, Meng Fuyao's eyes were concentrated, but his mind suddenly diverged slightly.
Life is like an arrow in the sky, which can pass through wind, frost, swords and rumors, but cannot pass through the rocks of fate that lie in front of the road.
How can God play with people like this
So, let's shoot! Shoot off the hesitation, shoot off the hesitation, shoot off all the helplessness in life, shoot off the boulder stuck in her chest at this moment, there are some things she does not allow to change, there is one person she does not allow to be weak, that is, Meng Fuyao!
"call out!"
Arrow out!
It was an extremely ferocious arrow. When the arrow was shot, the surrounding air flow was hissing. The hair of the people who got close was flying and pulling straight up. A slender arrow actually produced a strong wind!
The arrow is like the fastest streamer, and the lightning that can't be followed by the eyes shoots at the bull's-eye. The palm-sized bull's-eye has been crowded by the previous ten arrows, and no more arrows can be inserted at all. Half of the small fingernail, probably a baby's finger can reach in.
Meng Fuyao's arrow had already reached this position in an instant.
"Snapped"!
With an extremely slight sound, the arrow had already shot into that tiny place. Everyone opened their mouths, exclaiming in surprise, before it could come out, they saw the arrow suddenly bounced out.
Missed
Tie Cheng, who thought he could see the magical archery, showed a look of disappointment and contempt.
Amidst the ah-ohh sounds of people who didn't know whether it was disappointment or relief, Meng Fuyao's arrow suddenly popped out after entering the center, but it didn't fall as everyone expected, but suddenly retreated like lightning, and then there was a "snap" sound. .
The arrow that was originally stuck in the bull's eye was immediately split by Meng Fuyao's arrow and fell to the ground slumped.
"Loss, snatches..."
The arrow seemed to be alive and in and out of the bull's-eye bushes, Tie Cheng's arrows landed one after another, ten arrows disappeared in the bull's-eye in the blink of an eye, Meng Fuyao's last arrow shot straight into the bull's-eye!
The third level of the "Broken Nine Heavens" technique, roundabout!
There was a dead silence in the square, Meng Fuyao threw the bow in the shocked silence, and strode back.
There was loud shouting behind him.
"good!"
Meng Fu shook his head without looking back.
"I like!"
Meng Fuyao froze, and then comforted herself, for this guy who looked like a rough man, this was probably a neutral expression that didn't have any other meaning.
"I have to marry you!"
In the uproar, Meng Fuyao turned her head viciously, put her hands on her hips and cursed, "Mother, do you have eyes? I'm a man, a man!"
"They say you're a... broken sleeve!"
... Uh, broken sleeve? Which world is this gossip from? Also, aren't the heroes who are overwhelmed in the novel willing to be loyal subordinates forever? Why is this person so special
"I won't look for you even if my sleeve is broken!" Meng Fuyao roared, "A defeated subordinate is only worthy of being a subordinate!"
"I won't be your subordinate!" Tie Cheng roared even louder, "I like you the first time I see you. If you can win me, of course you are more worthy of me. A man who can't get what he wants is not a real man!"
"I'm not a thing!" Roar!
"It's not something I want too!" roared back.
"I'll say this when you win!" He continued to shout.
"I will win you, before that, you have to promise me!"
"Pooh!"
"Don't bah!"
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A serious contest of arrows ended in scolding, the confessor and the accused were both like fighting cocks, their eyes were bloodshot and their teeth were flailing, they almost jumped at their throats.
Meng Fuyao was finally defeated—she couldn't move anymore.
Clutching her congested throat, she ran back to the high platform, waving her hands as she ran, "Stop it! Stop it for me!"
The yamen servant and the guards put their spears together to stop Tie Cheng from chasing her, but Tie Cheng didn't rush forward, instead he found a place closest to her and sat down on the floor, staring at her steadfastly.
Meng Fuyao was full of grief and had nowhere to complain, and after thinking for a long time, she seemed to have something to do with Yuan Zhaoxu's ending in anger, so she couldn't help looking at him with hatred, Yuan Zhaoxu was still drinking tea slowly, and said with a smile, "Your Majesty the City Lord has so many peach blossoms. "
"Can't you comfort me?" Meng Fuyao said angrily, "It's not the peach blossom I want."
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I think he said something quite well."
"oh?"
"A man who can't get what he wants is not a real man."
Meng Fuyao immediately fell silent again, cleared her throat and sat back to her seat obediently, waiting for the selection of the most beautiful girl below.
The election wasn't as uncontroversial as Bijian's, each with flowers in his eyes, and the people who were preparing to vote with flowers were arguing and discussing endlessly. It wasn't until Meng Fuyao fell asleep that someone came up to report that he had been elected. The most beautiful girl.
Meng Fuyao immediately looked over with great interest, and she was indeed a beautiful woman, fine and slender, her eyes were dizzy, she was naturally charming when she walked, and there was a bit of youthful and shy girlishness in her natural features. Her face, a delicate and bright pink, is a rare beauty embryo.
The chosen girl will be the goddess at the bonfire event tonight, and outstanding men from all over the world will gather, waiting for her to hold hands and make the most beautiful marriage.
Meng Fuyao looked at her with a smile. He heard that the ratio of the most outstanding shooter and the most beautiful woman selected in the previous celebrations of worshiping the gods is very high. It is also the eternal practice that a hero deserves a beauty. Hey, this Hu Sang The girl will definitely fall in love with that silly boy Tiecheng. With such an extreme beauty, that boy Tiecheng is full of vigor, and it is impossible to refuse him. At that time, hahaha, the clingy guy will be dismissed.
Meng Fuyao was having a good time thinking about her wishful thinking, but she didn't notice the shy and timid eyes of Miss Hu Sang, she kept glancing towards the stage as if she didn't see anything.
As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the square, and the jumping crimson flames reflected the oily faces of the revelers, and all kinds of game game hunted were sizzling on the fire. ring.
The girls in the most complicated floral dresses and the bare-chested teenagers in colorful robes danced in a circle. The dance steps were simple but joyful, praising God's kindness and bestowal, and praying for continued protection in the coming year.
Meng Fuyao sat on the ground beside the fire, tapped the time lightly, and smiled intoxicatedly, "The songs and dances of ethnic minorities are always simple and sincere, and it is because of this that they are extraordinarily moving."
Yuan Zhaoxu hugged his knees watching the singing and dancing, and asked calmly, "What is a minority?"
Meng Fuyao let out an "uh", rolled his eyes and said, "They are ethnic groups with a small number of people."
"Fuyao, you often say some strange words," Yuan Zhaoxu turned to look at her, "It doesn't sound like the language of the five continents."
"I created it myself," Meng Fuyao said without shame, "I am more intelligent and different."
"You have always been like this..." Yuan Zhaoxu's voice was very soft, Meng Fuyao didn't hear it, and suddenly became interested, and said, "Do you want to learn my own dance, it's very elegant, I think it's very suitable for you Temperament..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard cheers, and then saw the beautiful girl Hu Sang, holding a brocade handkerchief, approaching with a shy smile.
Meng Fuyao stared at her, not knowing why something suddenly felt wrong in his heart.
Miss Hu Sang didn't look at anyone, and with a dreamy look on her face, she walked towards Meng Fuyao... beside everyone's smiling and expectant eyes.
She smiled shyly, bowed slightly, and threw the brocade handkerchief into Yuan Zhaoxu's arms.
The cheers sounded, and even the blazing flames trembled in an instant. With a shy but happy smile, Miss Hu Sang stretched out her hand to hold Yuan Zhaoxu.
She stretched out her fingers in front of Yuan Zhaoxu, each root was as crystal clear as jade.
Meng Fuyao stared at the finger, feeling his throat was dry and smoking, and swallowed with a grunt.
She subconsciously glanced at Yuan Zhaoxu's face, the brows exposed outside the mask were still calm, not surprised or shocked, even with a slight smile.
In front of the fire, under the moonlight and starlight, the beautiful man and woman staring at each other is really a beautiful picture. The cheers from all around gradually quieted down, and people stared at this beautiful couple with a little fascination.
Meng Fuyao, however, turned her gaze away, and did not look at Yuan Zhaoxu nor at the brocade handkerchief. She knew that as long as Yuan Zhaoxu accepts the brocade handkerchief at this moment, she will stand up and dance with the beautiful woman's hand, and this marriage will be closed. It's done.
This...is pretty good, right
Meng Fuyao sat there feeling hot and cold, her fingers were trembling, a bold and crazy idea suddenly popped up in her chaotic thoughts, she faintly resisted this idea, but it was always bewitching and entangled like a devil don't go.
If he accepts... if he accepts...
Beside her, Yuan Zhaoxu slowly swept across the girl's fingertips. The finger seemed to have been stretched out for too long, but she still maintained that position shyly but firmly, as if as long as Yuan Zhaoxu didn't respond, she would wait forever. .
The girl had already shown a slightly embarrassed expression, her face was reddened by the flames or something else, her blushing was intoxicating, she lowered her eyes slightly, there was some light in her eyes, glittering and translucent, it was tears filled from waiting for a long time. In such a dizzy gaze, she looked at Yuan Zhaoxu almost obsessively. This man, who is as handsome as a god, has a dignified and elegant temperament, and she believes that she will not be wrong. Yuan Zhaoxu finally moved, but instead of taking the hand, he slowly picked up the brocade handkerchief. Everyone stared nervously at his hand, wondering whether he should accept the brocade handkerchief or throw it away. .
But a hand suddenly stretched out.
One said loudly and crisply:
"Hey, what a beautiful girl, my elder brother will definitely like it, brother, don't be shy, brother, I know what you mean, come on, take it."
Naturally it was Meng Fuyao who spoke, she grabbed the brocade handkerchief carelessly, and stuffed it into Yuan Zhaoxu's arms without even looking at it.
The cheers were thunderous, and Miss Hu Sang's eyes immediately shot out with ecstasy.
Yuan Zhaoxu's body trembled, and this man who had been in the still water finally made the first not-so-calm move since he knew him—he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Meng Fuyao.