With such a close distance and such a fierce stab, Meng Fuyao's expression changed in shock, and he subconsciously raised his arm, trying to block the stab with his own flesh and blood.
But when the knife touched Yuan Zhaoxu's back heart, it slipped suddenly, and then it slid down against Yuan Zhaoxu's clothes, as if the clothes were not clothes, and the clothes were not flesh and blood, but slippery. Hand oil is average.
With a slip of Xiaodao's hand, Yuan Zhaoxu turned around.
As soon as he turned around, no matter what Xiaodao was doing, he pulled Meng Fuyao away first, lest she could not control her movements and actually hit Xiaodao's knife.
Immediately, he pinched his fingers and snapped the dagger off with a snap.
Finally, he lifted his foot and kicked the knife away.
Xiaodao's body slammed out, bumping into Tie Cheng who was rushing over. Tie Cheng hugged her and kicked back a few steps and hit the stone wall before stopping. As soon as he stopped, he immediately threw her away and cursed , "Using a knife to your companion behind the back, repaying kindness with revenge, are you human?"
Xiaodao held the wall and coughed slowly, coughing up a little blood. She tugged on the vines on the wall, but refused to look back. The thorns on the vines pricked her fingers and bled, and the child didn't say a word.
Meng Fuyao stared at her for a long while, then slowly drew the knife behind his waist.
Xiaodao is in danger, she knows; Xiaodao is gloomy, she also knows, but she always thinks it is because this child is ill-fated, so he is full of hatred and dissatisfaction with the world, as long as time is given, it will gradually fade away, so she does not hesitate to Confronted Zong Yue for her and won her chance to survive.
However, she is not afraid of Xiaodao's hidden arrows, and she is not afraid that Xiaodao will hurt her, but it does not mean that she will watch Xiaodao hurt people around her, and can accept that Xiaodao will bring danger to people other than her!
Meng Fuyao stared at her like he was staring at a young beast—Xiaodao's appearance tonight was extremely strange, so the so-called being chased and panicked and stumbled was just a play, and the three thousand troops were attracted by her to kill
She pulled out half of the knife, and there was a beating light in the morning light. Although her hands were still weak, she could definitely chop off the knife's head without hesitation!
Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly smiled and stopped her.
"For obvious hostility, we don't have any hesitation, but for suspicious hostility, we might as well think more about it."
With his hands behind his back, he looked at Xiao Dao who was coughing all the time, and suddenly said, "Dao Nai'er?"
Hearing this call, Xiao Dao suddenly trembled all over, raised his head and looked at Yuan Zhaoxu in disbelief.
Looking at her expression, Yuan Zhaoxu suddenly had memories in his eyes, and said slowly after a long while, "Chahanerjin, are you okay now?"
Xiao Dao trembled even more, Yuan Zhaoxu smiled slightly, and said, "Old Chahanerjin has given birth to eight sons, and his greatest wish in life is to have a grassland phoenix. It seems that this wish has finally come true."
Xiao Dao suddenly turned his head and said sharply, "You have the guts to mention him! You have the guts to mention him!"
Yuan Zhaoxu stared at her with a calm expression, and said calmly, "It seems that Lao Chahan really regards you as a treasure. How old are you? He even told you about this."
"Why don't I know?" Xiaodao looked at him with clear words and eyes like a knife, "Since I can remember, my mother has held me and told me over and over again that we used to have abundant pastures and cattle and sheep everywhere. Our tents are like white pearls sprinkled all over the Beirong grassland. Our cattle and sheep are more than the stars in the sky. My father is heroic and brave. He is the most noble king of Beirong. All the warriors bowed their heads to him and knelt down to kiss him. but now we live in a shabby tent, we live in exile with a few lean sheep, my father works himself, and the hand that should hold the kumiss holds the rough whip—all this is your fault Yes, it was you who made the king of Beirong believe in the king of Nanrong, made the king of Beirong believe that the man from the prairie was a brother, let the spies of Nanrong sneak into Beirong, and finally exiled their noble king! "
Meng Fuyao stared blankly at the knife whose eyes were as bright as a demon fire, this child is really eloquent! What is this about? The civil war between Nan Rong and Bei Rong? sounds familiar...
"Why didn't your mother tell you that as a king who controls and is responsible for the fate of countless herdsmen brothers, shouldn't your father only know how to fight, ride a horse, and raise a machete at the howling wolf? Shouldn't you just remember Drink oil tea, eat rakes and wrestle with warriors to practice martial arts? Why didn’t your mother tell you that when the northern and southern Rong reunited, the first thing the Nan Rong king did after he surrendered to the court was to send envoys to Zhongzhou to pray to the court to learn the culture and etiquette of the Central Plains ? And your honorable king of Beirong, what were you doing at that time? Hunting, or drinking kumiss?"
Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head slightly, the morning sun was clean and pure, his brows bathed in the golden light, the brightness of the jade mountain, was as clear as a god.
"We Han people have a saying 'outsmart the enemy forever', and there is a saying 'the king loses the bandit'," Yuan Zhaoxu said flatly, "why didn't you, Aunt, think about why it was Nan who tricked you into exile?" King Rong, why can't you act first?"
Xiaodao stared at Yuan Zhaoxu with wide eyes, seeming to understand but not understanding. In her little heart, she had only been circling what A Niang said, recalling the description of that person that A Niang said over and over again—a god-like boy who surpassed Fenghua, who is above all others, A Niang told her that that person was his father's real enemy. Without him, Beirong might have defeated Nanrong in the North-South Rong War and became the co-lord of the grassland. His appearance forced the patriarchs of the South and North Rong to kowtow and become "brothers", and the brothers finally sold him and took away their Bei Rong. A Niang told her that she would recognize that person when she saw him, and no one could replace him.
The first time she saw him, in the brothel, she stared at him suspiciously, but couldn't do anything because there were too many people.
The second time I saw him, the smiling man in the garden gradually coincided with the image I had drawn in my heart.
She was puzzled, until yesterday, she sneaked out of the city full of hatred, and used homemade rockets to disturb the military camps of the South and North Rong, and then she saw this man's attack.
That corpse twisted like a snake... A Niang said that many years ago, he also killed people like this.
That casual demeanor... she knew, yes, she recognized him.
She wanted to avenge her father who had lost her power, her beautiful mother who was already haggard because of years of wandering and toil, and her pastures, cattle and sheep lost by the tribe!
She doesn't regret everything she has done, except that she is a little afraid to face Meng Fuyao's eyes. In her little heart, everyone in the world is evil, but she... doesn't seem to be that bad.
She remembered the warmth of Meng Fuyao's palm when he held her frozen hand outside the brothel, remembered that Meng Fuyao would cover her with a quilt at night during the journey, and remembered that Meng Fuyao carefully applied medicine to the wounds all over her body that were broken by the bustard She remembered her crossed arms under the uncomfortable gaze of the man in white. She didn't understand what they were doing at that time, but in her small heart, she could still intuitively distinguish murderous intent from kindness.
And this person, he is the person Meng Fuyao likes, right? She often doesn't look at him on purpose, but occasionally she glances at his back, which is exactly the same as the way A Niang looks at Dad.
Biting his lip, Xiaodao thought of A Niang who was grazing barefoot in the cold winter months, and thought of the barren and deserted sandy land, which was the only place where their people lived, and no one could eat enough.
If it wasn't for this, why was she stolen by the greedy clansmen, sold to human traffickers, and left in that dirty place
Her heart hardened again.
"I will kill you." She declared calmly, the words were smashed out like iron nails, hard and brittle, she tried to recall what the warriors on the grassland said after the duel, "If you are afraid, you can kill you now me."
Meng Fuyao burst out laughing.
Although she was still a little angry at the child's ignorance, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but keep a straight face against her naive and stubborn expression. Seeing such a little child make such old-fashioned oaths, she seemed to see stubbornness. My own self, many, many years ago, ran to the end of a deep valley in Taiyuan, and shouted to God, "One day I will go back! If you have the ability, you can wear me again!"
She suddenly wet her eyes slightly, for those young dreams, for those changing fates, for those vows that she always insisted on but didn't know whether it was worth it or not.
Yuan Zhaoxu was also smiling, he suddenly walked over, untied a jade tablet from his waist, and put it in Xiaodao's palm.
"I don't sympathize with what happened to your father. The king who can't protect himself and his people is not the real king, Dao Nai'er, do you think you can be the real king of the northern and southern Rong, and take back his pasture for your father? "
Dao Nai'er clenched the jade tablet in her palm, looked up at him, and said loudly, "I can!"
"Very good," Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, "The northern and southern Rong will eventually be unified, and maybe it would be nice to have a queen, but before that, you are just Dao Naier, the little daughter of an exiled king who wants to get What you want, you need to start over."
"I can wait!"
"He who is patient is the one who succeeds in the end." If there was any deep meaning in Yuan Zhaoxu's words, he smiled slightly, and his smile was like clouds flowing in the sky, "At that time, if you, Dao Nai'er, still want to kill me , bring your North and South Rong, before that, you are not worthy to fight with me."
"I will come!"
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On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month in the eleventh year of Wuji Shengde, the Northern and Southern Army coalition forces that launched the mutiny suffered their first major loss since the official start of the war—the main tent was burned, and the three thousand troops in charge of the pursuit disappeared inexplicably. Like a cluster of bubbles, it disappears in the long river of time without a sound, without even a cluster of waves, as if it is not 3,000 people who have walked out and can stand in a huge square, but a flower, saying thank you Thanks.
That night was the night of the "God Worship Festival" of the Rong people. The people of God did not receive God's protection.
Many historians and military scientists have diligently studied this battle example, but they have never understood the mystery. If they knew that the disappearance of these three thousand people was only because they met him, they might not have thought so much and regarded it as a miracle. up.
For some people, miracles do not exist because they themselves are the creators of miracles.
What the world doesn't know is that on that day, the future master of the grassland was personally crowned by the real king because of her courage and persistence.
History is rushing forward, and those who are destined to leave traces in the history are heading for their own paths.
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Meng Fuyao had a good time recently.
After the relapse of "love lock" that day, she was ordered by Yuan Zhaoxu to recuperate. During the recuperation, she was pleasantly surprised to find that there was some strange ingredient in the poison of lock love. Every time it happened, the meridians in the body were impacted, and instead, her endurance increased , although the recovery of true qi was slow, it was more solid than before.
Yuan Zhaoxu would sneak into her room every night—of course not for the sake of having sex, but Meng Fuyao didn't know what he did, all he knew was that after he came, no matter what he was doing, he would immediately fall asleep and have no dreams all night , Waking up in the morning with an extremely sore back, if not for the basic integrity of the clothes, she would think that she had fought with Yuan Zhaoxu for 3,000 rounds every night. Xu destroyed three thousand rounds.
She also asked Yuan Zhaoxu what he had done, and strictly ordered Yuan Zhaoxu not to have any direct skin contact with her below the nose and above the knees, but unfortunately Yuan replied with a smile, "Take care of yourself first. Ask me after you've done skin-to-skin contact from nose to knee to knee."
Meng Fuyao was very puzzled, and had doubts about her own character. She firmly believed that in a waking state, it was impossible for her to have any indecent behavior towards Yuan Zhaoxu from the nose down to the knees, but when she fell asleep... maybe she would treat him as Mr. Yuan Bao, so touched it? Maybe Yuan Zhaoxu took his hand to touch it
After thinking for a long time, Meng Fuyao finally figured it out. She firmly believed that no matter who touches someone, if I don't know, it doesn't exist.
So Meng Chengzhu, who eats well, sleeps well and doesn't worry, has recently grown fat and fat, and has a tendency to draw infinitely closer to Lord Yuanbao.
Yuan Zhaoxu went out for a while, took Xiaodao away, and seemed to be looking for Guo Pingrong again, Meng Fuyao didn't ask where Xiaodao went, she believed that she would meet this child eventually, and by then she would have been reborn.
Yuan Zhaoxu's expression when she came back also made her understand that there was no antidote for Guo Pingrong. That night, Yuan Zhaoxu rarely put her down as soon as she entered the door, but gently stroked her hair and said, "Fuyao, I will Find an antidote for you."
Meng Fuyao gnawed his hoof heartlessly, and replied, "I'll go find Fang Yimo myself, and teach him a lesson by the way, it's my teacher's fault if I don't teach him."
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled, "Then I should also go to your master and teach him a good lesson, how can I teach him such a stick?"
"You're only a muscle!" Meng Fuyao jumped up and hit him with a greasy hoof bone, "You're a muscle from head to toe, black muscle!"
The gnawed bones flew around, Meng Fuyao laughed and danced and smashed, smashing Yuan Zhaoxu out of the door.
As soon as the door was closed, Meng Fuyao leaned back against the door, let out a long breath, his smile was like a flower before, and sad after a moment.
She tried her best to cover up the heaviness in front of the two of them with light-hearted jokes, but she felt powerless day by day.
Her back was leaning against the door panel, and she didn't know where the door panel was. Yuan Zhaoxu stood tall and looked to the north of the land, showing a slightly worried expression.
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Entering the twelfth lunar month, the Han people are preparing to celebrate the new year, but the Rong people only regard the festival of worshiping the gods as the most important day of the year. The young Rong people who have nowhere to vent their anger have always been powder kegs full of explosives, not to mention that where there are many people, there will always be friction, and there will be more fights and troubles.
Meng Fuyao is also an idle young man now, biting his fingers and thinking how to get rid of the hormones of these vigorous and middle-aged men. In a blink of an eye, he saw Lord Yuanbao playing with a ball. Ingots play balls or balls play ingots.
Seeing the pain, Meng Fuyao wanted to touch it with his finger, Master Yuan Bao immediately walked away with the ball in his arms. He recently saw the miserable appearance of his aunt coming twice a month, and he hated Meng Fuyao deeply.
Meng Fuyao was bored, so she had to think about it. Before she came, the World Cup was about to start. She bet on Argentina to win the championship. In fact, she coveted Messi. Hey, now I don’t know which foot will be the key one. A goal was scored in the runner-up's goal.
Anyway, no matter which foot it is, it will not be the stinky foot of the national football team... Meng Fuyao thought wildly, suddenly jumped up after thinking about it, and immediately called Yao Xun to compare and draw. After a few days, it was said that everything had been arranged. A field was drawn up on the west side of the square and arranged according to Meng Fuyao's instructions. Twenty-two young people from the Rong nationality were called together and divided into two teams. The Rong people under the two discordant big-headed men were all tough.
City Lord Meng rode his horse to speak, and the first sentence was: "The people of the Rong nationality, the first football team in Wuzhou Continent, has been established!"
The second sentence is: "In the future, any team that loses will be called the 'Chinese Men's Football'!"
The third sentence is: "In the future, please call me 'President of the Continental Continental Football Federation', abbreviated as: Chairman."
I have to say that Chairman Meng has a good idea of playing football. I have to say that football, as the most popular modern sport, must have its unique charm. At least the energetic Rong people have finally found the joy of life. The "Iron Bull Team" headed by Tiecheng and the "Giant Wood Team" headed by Mu Muha, the eldest son of Mudang, fight to the death on the field all day long. There is also a cheerleading team of beautiful military girls organized by Chairman Meng. The dresses are full of cheers, and beauties will regard serious competitions as beauty exhibitions and gossip seminars in any time and space, so the handsome and muscular Tiecheng is in the limelight, and Tiecheng and Mu Muha have a competition You pinched my baby and I took out your crotch, which was discussed by the beauties for a long time, and Chairman Meng wrote a commemorative poem, which said:
"My hand that passed through your crotch is the tenderness of that pinch..."
Football is in full swing, the team continues to expand, and the two teams are gradually proficient in skills. Meng Fuyao gave the field a letter, and began to sell tickets to spectators who were eager to watch the game and scratched their heads. The football-obsessed big family digged out their wallets, and the money was conveniently used to set up a few schools, and all the children of the Rong and Han people rushed to study there, and allocated money to build bridges and roads, and opened several government-run drugstores.
The life of Yaocheng is unfolding freshly and enthusiastically. Under the leadership of Xinrui City Lord Meng, the people in the city are living their own rich and peaceful life in the depths of the mountain. It is their rare peace and harmony. Without the vengeful Rong people, without the burned houses, without the chaotic street scene, Yaocheng gradually became quiet, forgetting the turmoil in the world.
However, as the founder of the current Yao City, Meng Fuyao did not forget to cast her eyes a little further. The military report in her palm became thicker and thicker with the passage of time, and was finally restrained by the Northern and Southern Army coalition forces that suddenly wiped out 3,000 troops. On the seventh day of the first lunar month, the Southern Army attacked Longcheng, Dezhou, and fell into a stalemate after three battles. On the tenth day of the first lunar month, an army from the Northern Army suddenly split up and appeared near Sui River. When they were about to cross the river, they were discovered, and the sneak attack plan failed. .
The soldiers, who had been frustrated one after another, were rejected by King De from the army. The strange thing is that the two armies have not launched a decisive battle so far. King De, who has always used troops bravely, has an extremely stable style this time.
General Meng Fuyao's papers were stacked like poker cards, and he played them slowly one by one, his expression pondering. The northern and southern armies were all active nearby, so he had to be more careful... Well, the New Year passed before he knew it. He was recovering from his injuries, and Yuan Zhaoxu and Master Yuanbao ate hot pot together before being put down by him. He couldn't find any flavor of the new year. No matter what, the Lantern Festival is a reunion and special day, so we have to find a special way to celebrate...
Just as he was concentrating on his thoughts, there was a sound of opening the door behind him, and someone smiled, "Why are you so concentrating on thinking?"
Meng Fuyao put down the military report and looked back to see Yuan Zhaoxu standing against the door. He was wearing a set of riding clothes common in Wuzhou Continent today, which was very similar to the modern ones. Yuan Zhaoxu shot from behind, outlining his handsome and charming lines, completely different from his usual loose temperament, but also possessing a fatal attraction, Meng Fuyao's heart trembled when he saw it.
Suddenly, she had an idea. She threw the general newspaper and said with a smile, "Hey, I thought of the way to celebrate the Lantern Festival this year."
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The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.
The festivals in the Wuzhou Continent are indeed similar to those in the original world, which makes Meng Fuyao often break out in a cold sweat, "It really is a parallel time and space?" But today she doesn't want to think about this question, because she is very busy today.
She is going to hold a dance that has never been held in Wuzhou Continent.
In the modern life, although she was a hard-working workaholic, she was as frivolous and excited as ordinary students in college. The archeology major is profound and mysterious. After rummaging in the pile of old papers for a long time, she would look forward to something bright and moist, so the dance party was held. Frequently, Meng Fuyao is one of the activists.
It's just strange to say that Meng Fuyao, who is bold and free and easy, doesn't like the more intense Latin or tango, but the steady, elegant, light and elegant waltz. She likes waltz so much that she can remember many songs clearly.
That day when she saw Yuan Zhaoxu in riding clothes under the setting sun, she suddenly thought of a waltz. Yuan Zhaoxu's dignity, elegance, grandeur, magnificence, and elegance were just a waltz that danced to the most hearty point? And he is handsome in knight attire, isn't he the most elegant gentleman in the waltz
What's more, the day of Lantern Festival is also Yuan Zhaoxu's birthday.
On this day, of course no one told her that she had sharp eyes. When Yen Zhaoxu handed over the small knife jade tablet, she saw part of the engraving on it, and Mr. Yuanbao was excited and mysterious these days, and he didn't know what he was doing all day long. Bacheng is also preparing a birthday gift for Yuan Zhaoxu.
Meng Fuyao has been busy these few days looking for people, choosing venues, making clothes, finding the best musicians, and teaching music. Shut up, hey, if you tell it in secret, what kind of surprise is it
The ball was held in the garden of the county government office. Meng Fuyao had prepared dishes according to the rules of a Western-style reception. Bougainvilleas in full bloom were placed in porcelain vases on the long table, exquisite dishes were placed in silver plates on a clean white tablecloth, and silver candle holders. The candles were burning high, and they lined up in front of the garden gate like stars. The garden gate was decorated with flowers, and the fragrance could be smelled outside the triple gate. The chef was dressed in white and grilled the steak on the spot. After three days of practice, he finally roasted it to look like it , Meng Fuyao supervised the roasting and secretly ate it, planning to leave the best roasted and most beautiful piece of meat she had ever eaten for Yuan Zhaoxu.
She had notified Yuan Zhaoxu in advance that he wanted him to come to the garden at night on horseback, Yuan Zhaoxu agreed with a smile, looking at her rather strangely.
As night fell, the aroma of barbecue and powder wafted far away, and the carefully selected Shuyuan in the city was picked up in twos and threes, wearing what they thought were "a bit weird but really beautiful" dragged dance skirts, layer upon layer. The embroidery and Xiaying gauze instead of lace, together with the slender waist and tall breasts, together create the unprecedented splendor and romance of this night sky.
However, all the beauty and thoughts are only for the true joy of one person.
Meng Fuyao's thought of holding this ball with all her heart and soul is very simple - not for confession, not for invitation, not for anything, only for the care and help he gave, only for his recent emaciation, only for what she owes but is difficult to repay of kindness.
Yuan Zhaoxu is not happy when he meets himself, right? She wanted him to be really happy once, and if she really left one day, when he thought of her, he would not always be depressed, but would have some beautiful things worth remembering.
Meng Fuyao smiled slightly, waiting for Yuan Zhaoxu's arrival. She still dressed like a man today, but in a private room next to the garden, she prepared a set of skirts and a dancer. If Yuan Zhaoxu was willing, she would She will teach him a dance, just like the sentence she didn't have time to finish on the night of God's Day, "Do you want to learn my own dance, very elegant..."
That's not her own dance, it's her favorite and only entertainment in that world, it's what she loves, elegant, gorgeous, elegant, exactly the same temperament as Yuan Zhaoxu, waltz.
The woman's coquettish laughter and whispering stopped suddenly, and there was a gasp in surprise in the crowd, and there was a moment of silence in the fiery and excited air.
Meng Fuyao raised her head, in front, Yuan Zhaoxu was walking towards her.