Forever waltz.
One dance shocks the world, one dance captures the heart.
Looking at the young and young girls in Yaocheng dancing in the window, I will forever remember that shocking scene.
So that later, when football and waltz became popular in Wuzhou mainland and became the most sought after elegant sports and entertainment by the aristocrats of Wuzhou mainland. I always believe that the most beautiful dance in the world, unprecedented and unprecedented, took place in the first month of the 16th year of Wuji Zhengning, a night of undefeated flowers after snow, and no one can surpass it ever since.
However, as if all the stunning beauty in the world were destined not to last long, this world-shattering dance could not be finished.
That night, the silk and bamboo orchestral version of "The Blue Danube" has been flowing quietly. After a time and space and several centuries of classic music, it fully displayed its unchanging charm. Like the wind that blows at midnight.
But a galloping horse broke the silence of the night.
Immediately the knight said nothing, walked to the front of the county government office and reined in his horse. Immediately, a figure flashed on the wall, and a black-clothed guard flashed out. Immediately, the knight handed over a letter with both hands, and immediately steered the horse back.
The man in black stared at the specially marked sealant on the envelope, hesitated for a while, and finally returned to the county government garden.
His figure passed over the eaves very quickly, and finally he fell on the roof of the quiet room, and tapped three times with his fingers.
Yuan Zhaoxu was shocked suddenly.
He raised his eyes, and the wandering and blurred eyes became sober and sharp.
Three knocks, urgent military report.
Meng Fuyao noticed his abnormality, he subconsciously froze and lost his steps.
With a snap, there was a sudden sound of strings breaking in the compartment.
The luthiers who had been watching this whirling dance with fascination, were all the more absorbed because of the bewildering dancing posture. Meng Fuyao was in a mess, their breathing and fingers were also in a mess, as if a spring that was rushing was suddenly splashed by flying stones, The smoothness and smoothness of moving forward was interrupted.
Meng Fuyao sighed, slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and motioned for the luthier to stop playing.
She raised her eyes, looked at Yuan Zhaoxu with a smile, and said, "Chinese people advocate the doctrine of the mean, the so-called extreme is humiliating, and things that are too perfect can't last long. This song "Blue Danube" is very good if it stops here. .”
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her quietly, and said for a while, "Fuyao, I hope that one day I can dance it with you."
Meng Fuyao just smiled and didn't answer, the world is like water flowing and changing, who dares to make a promise for tomorrow
Just like this peaceful and beautiful night, there are still tens of thousands of urgent military situations to destroy the warmth of this moment.
Yuan Zhaoxu closed the window sash with a wave of his hand, and when he unfolded the military newspaper, his expression changed slightly.
Meng Fuyao looked at him, if something could change Yuan Zhaoxu's face, it must be something serious, she didn't ask, talk, or interrupt, to give Yuan Zhaoxu room to think.
After a long while, Yuan Zhaoxu rubbed his fingers, and the military report was reduced to crumbs. He stood up and said, "Fuyao, the neighboring country Gaoluo on the northern line is in rebellion, gathering 500,000 troops to attack by sea, I have to rush back to Zhongzhou. "
Meng Fuyao jumped up in shock, fighting on two fronts! This is a disaster for any country!
Yuan Zhaoxu patted her on the shoulder soothingly, and said, "Gao Luo has always surrendered to our country and is cautious. In recent years, there have been a number of ambitious figures and new generals when the power has changed between the court and China. Gao Luo who opened a brothel was seized a few days ago. Toli, the Luo businessman, is actually their secret work. After the "Chunshen Pavilion" was closed down, I expected them to take action sooner or later, as expected, don't worry, it's fine, but I have to go back eventually."
Meng Fuyao seemed to realize something, "You expected that there might be some changes in Gao Luo, didn't you? Ordinarily you were supposed to be in Zhongzhou all along, but you rushed here..."
Yuan Zhaoxu tilted his head, smiled, his eyes were shining brightly under the light, "I do what I think is worth it, and I think I'm worth it."
He stood up, walked a few steps towards the door, and turned back, "Fuyao, I hope I'm the kind of man who would abandon his country and family to follow a beautiful woman, but I'm sorry, I can't."
Meng Fuyao blinked, looked at him, and said, "A man with a sense of responsibility is a real man. This responsibility not only includes his friends, but also his family and country."
"You always make me sigh like this," Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her deeply, "Fuyao, you want to push away all your feelings because of your difficulties, but you don't know that as long as you exist, everything you express at will is right. The irresistible attraction of some people."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, then smiled wryly, "That's because my existence was originally a mistake."
"Stubborn little fool..." Yuan Zhaoxu smiled without being discouraged, and suddenly leaned forward, imprinting a feather-light kiss on her forehead, "But I still feel that meeting you is a worthwhile life for me."
The faint fragrance from his actions drifted into the crystal-lit quiet room together with the cool night wind at dawn, exuding a light and tranquil atmosphere, and the birds that woke up early in the distance fluttered their wings and whispered softly, A sound came, as if making a beautiful continuation for this night.
"Fuyao."
"Um?"
"You are so beautiful tonight."
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Yuan Zhaoxu rode a fast horse and left Yaocheng in a hurry. Before leaving, he left a letter for Fuyao. After reading it, Meng Fuyao pondered for a while, then burned the letter.
At the same time, the unlucky Mr. Yuanbao was also left behind. After the 108th courtship was rejected, Mr. Yuanbao went to heal his wounds again. The invisible rival, the rival told it gloatingly that his master gave it to her.
Mr. Yuan Bao was so distraught that Wu Lei Bang Ding immediately chased him out of the county government office. Just as he jumped on a horse, he was grabbed by his rival in love. He said in distaste, "Don't bother with my horse. You gnawed the horse last time." The neck is full of injuries, and it hasn't healed yet."
Master Yuan Bao was "transferred" after his courtship failed, and he was so sad that his aunt came three times a month, and Meng Fuyao didn't care about it. Anyway, this rat's ability to heal wounds is super weak. You can see that it beats its chest and feet all day like a mourning concubine, but it has never missed a meal. meal.
Basically, Meng Fuyao believes that any sadness that does not affect appetite is a fake sadness.
Now she stays in the county office every day, and occasionally watches football. After the unprecedented ball that night, her female identity was inevitably exposed. Many teenagers who participated in the ball that night were dumped by her, and there was an endless stream of suitors. , Meng Fuyao was so disturbed that she often had to put on makeup and slip out of the house—she had been engaged in the construction of Yaocheng for a while, and suddenly thought that she was going to leave after all. He then got in touch with big households in the city, and agreed to raise funds to start a club, imitating the modern clubhouse and implementing a membership system, where the rarest things are the most expensive, so he first whetted his appetite, and then slowly developed Yaocheng's entertainment industry. Meng Fuyao deliberately set up a club in Yaocheng In his brothel, he found girls with good figure, flexible limbs and high understanding to be dancers, and signed contracts with them, performing arts without selling themselves, and enjoying a series of benefits at the same time. Advertise on the Internet: Dance of Love, Noble Waltz, you deserve it!
As a result, there was an endless stream of people who felt that they were "worth having", almost breaking through the threshold of the clubhouse.
The days pass by peacefully, and Meng Daheng's international dance promotion business is in full swing. He dreams of the wonderful days when he counts money and gets cramps in his hands all day long, but he doesn't know that the crisis is quietly approaching.
Yuyang cockroaches came to the ground with agitation, and the neon clothes and feathers were frightened.
On the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month in the sixteenth year of Wuji Zhengning, Yaocheng was peaceful as usual.
The sky was blue, the morning sun was shining, and the morning wind in the south in winter was a bit chilly. The boss of the Liu family who was driving out of the city tightened his neck.
He rushed to sell fabrics in neighboring counties. Recently, Yaocheng is very popular in dance clothes, and even silk fabrics are in short supply. Boss Liu, who runs a silk shop, is very good at seizing business opportunities. He got up early to buy goods. people.
He went out of the city, and within ten miles, he saw a burst of black smoke billowing in the distance, covering the sky and covering the ground, like a giant eagle spreading its wings and swooping down.
Boss Liu opened his eyes wide, and carefully identified for a long time, and finally vaguely saw the array that suddenly appeared in front of him, including the colorful leather armor, the fluttering double-headed snake flag, and the scimitar reflecting the sun.
His hands trembled, and the whip fell on the cart. He was stunned for a while, and then he shouted like crazy, and ran back desperately while shouting.
"The Rong people are calling!"
On the twenty-eighth day of the first lunar month, just after the New Year's Eve, the cavalry wind and smoke suddenly appeared on the horizon of Yaocheng without warning. The troops of the Nanrong and Beirong were encircled on both sides of the Suishui River, preparing for a decisive battle with King De's army, but suddenly Changed the route, crossed the Sui River, appeared in front of Yaocheng, and surrounded Yaocheng.
Meng Fuyao was watching the game when she received the news, she was stunned when she heard the words, she was obviously on guard all the time, she sent scouts to investigate the military situation non-stop every day, why didn't she receive any news when the soldiers approached ten miles away from the city
But this time is not the time to pursue this issue, Meng Fuyao decisively ordered to send two teams, one team immediately asked for help from King De, and the other team drove thirty miles to ask the Yaocheng guards stationed in Baiting for rescue. Immediately, the city gate was closed tightly, and all soldiers were ordered to defend the city.
Fortunately, there are all kinds of weapons in Yaocheng's arsenal. Meng Fuyao came here not long ago, fearing that the Rong people would make trouble, so he collected their weapons. The rusty weapons and armor were replaced and repaired, and even a series of defensive tools were prepared, but the number of defenders in the city was too small, only 1,000, and there was still room for 800. According to Boss Liu's visual inspection, That large army has 50,000 soldiers, 800 versus 50,000, how to fight
Shou? If we can mobilize the brave and capable Rong people in the city to defend the city, maybe we can hold on until the reinforcements arrive, but, use the Rong people to defend the city? That Meng Fuyao had to hang himself on the latch to ensure that none of them would secretly open the city gate in the middle of the night, "Let brother enter the city."
As soon as Tie Cheng got the news, he came to Meng Fuyao and slapped his chest loudly, "Give me the weapon, and I will find someone to defend the city for you!"
Meng Fuyao was in a bad mood and kicked him out of the door.
After kicking out the door, she washed her face, put on makeup, and went to work with a spirited face. Yao Cheng's heart was in a state of panic. Seeing the beautiful Lord Meng, she didn't show any panic. Quite a lot.
The Han people and the Rong people in Yaocheng are basically divided into half. The Han people are naturally the last to want to destroy the city. Although the Rong people have less worries, they are dangerous soldiers. Won't they cut off their heads? When killing people, no one will ask you whether you are Han or Rong. This is the truth that Meng Fuyao instilled in them some time ago, which made the Rong people in Yaocheng, who were expecting the Rong brothers to occupy the city, much more stable.
Although the hearts of the people are still stable, the war has inevitably begun.
On the first day, as soon as the camp was set up, the soldiers began to attack the city.
Wuha, the vanguard of the military army, led 3,000 people as the siege vanguard. Wuha is a rare warrior in the military army with a lot of strength. He also has a bold and domineering personality. Xia Rongcheng, if he can't bring the head of the city lord of Yaocheng to see him, he will offer his own head!
Three thousand soldiers, colorful robes and armor, sabers and bows, like a large cloud of blue, purple and dark blue haze, rumbled with a faint electric light. The bald general in the lead used a heavy weapon like a vajra. With a wave, the ground will be filled with smoke and a layer of ground will be rolled up.
The first battle is very important to the morale of both sides. The defenders on the tower are facing a big enemy, but Meng Fuyao smiled and didn't care much. He came only when he was full of sleep. Raised the high platform, everyone didn't know what kind of moth she was going to play, and I had never seen anyone who set up a high platform on the tower to fight against the enemy.
Wuha shouted for battle at the base of the city as usual, the Rong people were aggressive, shouting for battle before attacking the city was a necessary procedure, Meng Fuyao ignored it at all, when the high platform was set up, Meng Fuyao climbed up the high platform and waved his arm under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The two teams of neatly dressed football players came on the field and kicked the ball.
No way... Soccer defense
The Han people who came to help defend the city looked up at this alternative way of defending the city, and they all salivated in shock.
There are whistles on the tower, you are fighting for it, and Wuha who is shouting on the tower is stunned, what kind of battle is this? What is that round thing flying on the city tower? witchcraft
Football came and went, the shouts of the players shook the sky, and the three thousand soldiers stared blankly. Wuha forgot where he was standing. The opponent flew up and down the tower, and Wu Hahang, who led the troops to fight, was ignored there. He seemed to be ignored when he scolded, and he retreated and broke the morale of the army. He had no choice but to stay there and watch the game.
The ball was suddenly snatched by Tie Cheng. With a feint, he bowed his body and raised his foot to shoot, but the opponent entangled him and fell to the ground with a single hook. The football flew out of the city wall uncontrollably.
Tiecheng jumped up and cursed, "Foul! Foul!"
Wuha has vaguely seen some tricks and benefits, and seeing this trick, he couldn't help but laugh, and said with a big laugh, "That silly boy, you really don't have the heart to defend against others!" Seeing the football spinning and falling straight down the wall, he felt With itchy feet, he yelled, "Look at grandpa giving you a beautiful kick!"
He jumped up, turned over neatly in mid-air, raised his leg and kicked to meet the ball, the soldiers who were fascinated cheered together.
"good!"
"boom!"
A leg flew out suddenly.
The ball exploded insidiously.
Wuha's leg was blown off at the root, blood gushed out like a fountain, the yellow earth was soaked, and there was a pool of startling blood on the ground, Wuha passed out without a hum.
The army watching the battle from a distance was in chaos, and lost the main general as soon as they failed to attack. They had never encountered such a situation before.
The football team on the city tower burst into laughter, and Tie Cheng yelled, "How's Grandpa's trick?" Meng Fuyao in men's attire stepped out from behind him, dressed in black, with clear eyes under her flying eyebrows, she stepped onto the city wall, Laughing loudly, he slapped the bricks on the city wall and made an extremely contemptuous gesture towards the soldiers.
The wind blew her black hair, and the girl's eyes were as black as agate, without any timidity.
That kind of gaze met the gaze of the military generals in the distance, and the bright and fearless gaze looked into the fierce and cold eyes, and he did not back down a single bit.
Meng Fuyao sneered, condescending.
She has studied the temperament of the Rong people. They are fierce, aggressive, violent and tyrannical, but also bullying and afraid of being hard-headed. Here, she is the first to grab the upper hand, and then humiliate them. If it is someone else's army, they will definitely be furious and order to attack the city, but the Rong people may not be, they You will think about it, you will weigh it, and you will hesitate whether to see your strength clearly.
What's more, the commander of the military army, Meng Fuyao had inquired about it, was the Southern Army spy who lurked into Beirong back then and assisted the younger brother of the King of Beirong to usurp the throne. Act more cautiously.
Sure enough, the army did not continue to attack that day.
The city of Yao was filled with jubilation, and the people with a big heart couldn't help but rejoice when they saw that they had miraculously killed the opponent's generals by playing football and resisted the first wave of attacks, easily causing the army to retreat. People went to the teahouses and restaurants on the street again, talking about the new story of "one ball from the tower to defeat the ten thousand troops".
"Hey! Master Tie's kick is really beautiful! But isn't the football kicking all the time? Why didn't it explode before?"
"Hey, you're stupid if you say you're stupid. Didn't you see Young Master Tie making a bending movement? That's when the ball was replaced. Otherwise, how could the army general relax his vigilance and kick it?"
"It's all right now. As long as we survive today's first attack, we will be safe and sound. The Baiting army is nearby, and the King De's army is not far away. We can come here within a day. Wait until tomorrow, maybe we will be here soon." I can see the flag of His Royal Highness King De, haha..."
The streets are full of excited crowds, the lights are turned on one by one, embellishing the bustling city, people all over the street come and go from various places, and then rush to where they should go, until the night is dark, those colorful people The lamps were blown out one by one, and they were carefully put back.
Boss Wang of the Xinghua Teahouse in Niujiao Lane in Yaocheng was turning off the lights when he suddenly saw a shadow in the dark of the light. He was startled, held up the light and looked over, only to see that it was the Lord Meng, standing in the corner looking at the sky in a daze .
"City Master Meng... why are you here?" Boss Wang looked at Meng Fuyao's expression suspiciously, the City Master... looks a bit wrong...
"Oh, it's okay, let's go out for a stroll." Meng Fuyao turned around as if waking up from a dream, smiled at him and walked away.
There was a military newspaper in her palm, the rough paper rubbed against her delicate skin, she pinched it tightly.
Since she received the military report, she had wandered aimlessly on the street for a long time until she was awakened by this man.
A few days ago, the Baiting army was transferred to Suishui by King De and incorporated into the Huben camp. The Huben camp was stationed in Zhenzhou outside Suishui, and it was said that it was to form a comprehensive encirclement of the Rong army.
This is the news from the people who asked for help from the Baiting army, and from King De...Meng Fuyao faintly felt that she might not be able to wait for the reinforcements.
How long can we see the prosperity of this city? How will these excited people who are kept in the dark face the disappointment that will become worse every day in the next day
On this moonless night, Meng Fuyao stood in the shadows for a long time, until the night dew was all over his body, and then he slowly let go.
Some broken pieces of paper flew from her palm like butterflies.
The reinforcements did not come.
From that day on, Yao Cheng fell into persevering.
It has to be said that Meng Fuyao is already considered an extremely cautious city lord - any other city lord, with the army at the side and the guards nearby, would inevitably relax his defenses because of his confidence, but Meng Fuyao was not, she was always prepared for danger in times of peace, The defense of Yao City has never been relaxed, and even the walls and urn of Yao City have been strengthened during the short period of the city lord.
As a transitional city between the Rong people and the inland, Yaocheng rarely owns the Wengcheng, which makes Meng Fuyao useful. Six city defenses, barbed wire, staghorn wood, horse pit, horse repelling wall, moat, and finally the city wall.
Due to the limited conditions of the military army, cavalry is precious. During the second attack, Meng Fuyao directly let the soldiers into the Wengcheng. The gates on both sides were closed, and the crossbow platform on the upper female wall of the upper Wengcheng was shooting non-stop. The city defense was dangerous at every step. Three thousand cavalry went in, and when they came out, there were only less than two thousand left. After being hit hard by this, the army was stable for a few days. During the third attack, the army saw the direction of the wind and prepared to attack with fire. Fuyao smashed down countless simple soccer balls, and the soldiers who were so frightened that they started to ignite retreated again and again, but unexpectedly, it was a fake soccer ball soaked in pig urine. During the four attacks, a general took the lead and brazenly led the soldiers to forcibly climb the city with hooks and ladders. Meng Fuyao shot through with an arrow 30 meters away and was nailed to the city wall. The army retreated in an uproar again.
Lian Ke Rongjun, the morale of the people in Rongcheng who had been delayed because of the reinforcements, Tie Cheng quietly asked Meng Fuyao if the Rongjun would retreat.
At that time, Meng Fuyao raised his head and looked at a certain direction in the sky. After a while, he said calmly, "No, the matter is far from over... Our most difficult moment is finally coming."
The fact was once again expected by her misfortune. When the Rong army found out that Yaocheng was a hard bone that could not be chewed, they adopted the tactics that normal troops would adopt under such circumstances, besieging the city.
There is not much food and grass in Yaocheng—it should have been more, but a few days ago, King De wrote a letter saying that Huazhou and other places responsible for transporting military food, because of the drought this winter, the rivers have dried up, and the food transport ships cannot sail. So far, the supplies have not been delivered. Not to be without food for a day, King De transferred food and grass from Yaocheng, and promised to return the food and grass in Huazhou as soon as it arrived.
The food and grass can still last for about ten days, but the most dangerous thing now is not the food and grass, but the city where people live together, like a powder keg with sparks in it all the time, if you don't pay attention, it may be blown up by the people inside. And only relying on eight hundred guards, it is already exhausting to resist the constant harassment of powerful enemies outside, how to guard against the heavy fire inside
Ask Yuan Zhaoxu for help? He should have already gone to the east of the coast at this time, and it would take more than half a month to cross almost the entire Wuji Kingdom. Can he wait for it? What's more, why is there no war there? Meng Fuyao didn't want to rely on him unrealistically, her Yaocheng was protected by herself.
Meng Fuyao had lost weight, so thin that her cheekbones protruded slightly, and her complexion was a little haggard. Only her eyes were still bright like the dawn stars in the early morning. She ordered Yaocheng's food rationing system, and first deducted her own rations. , only eats two buns a day, and sternly refuses the food that Tiecheng sends, but he will still accept all kinds of candied fruit—Master Yuanbao is already very unlucky to lose love and be dumped, and he can't force him to lose weight.
But she didn't know that a group of people had carefully argued about her plan. It was Yuan Zhaoxu's special secret guard left by him. Yuan Zhaoxu took half of it and kept the other half. The command is: protect her!
The opinions of the guards were divided into two factions, one group wanted to rush to rescue and fly to report to the master, and the other group disagreed, thinking that at this time the two sides had a huge disparity in military strength, and the army might break through Yaocheng at any time. Fuyao is their responsibility, so they can no longer disperse their strength no matter what, the latter opinion finally prevailed, and those men in black who were hiding around Meng Fuyao continued to hide in silence, waiting for some turbulent moments .
The people of Yaocheng have waited for many days, and they have already lost hope of the arrival of the reinforcements. They line up in front of the county government office every day, receive food silently, and eat it numbly. On the streets and alleys, there are gradually people who snatch food and provoke fights. There are people walking on the road who are suddenly overwhelmed by the pressure and slapping themselves on the head. The gloomy atmosphere of despair and abandonment spreads silently in Yaocheng like a sticky rain that comes and goes silently.
Meng Fuyao locked herself in the county government office, and she didn't see anyone. Except for routine matters such as going to the city to command the city and arrange guards, she hardly ever went out. On the ninth day, she suddenly asked Yao Xun to bring food, and Yao Xun brought fresh steamed buns, and Meng Fu waved his hand.
"Meat, I want to eat meat!"
Yao Xun stared at her, not understanding why this guy who looked like an ascetic recently had a sudden change of sex, and Meng Fuyao didn't explain it, he ate it, wiped his mouth, got up and left.
Halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around and said, "Yao Xun, you haven't looked right lately, what's on your mind?"
Yao Xun was in a trance, and when she asked this question unexpectedly, he was taken aback, and Ai Ai replied, "...no, no..."
"Following me, I've wronged you," Meng Fuyao said without looking at him, "You are also a leader of the 'God's Palm Gang' after all, stealing is your main business, following me to be a butler is a waste of your talents, now Yao The city is in danger, there is no need to tie you together, if you want to leave, just go."
After she finished speaking, she strode out without waiting for the tongue-tied Yao Xun to answer.
The morning sun shot down from the sky unobstructed, brilliant and direct, Meng Fuyao raised his hand to block the sun, blinked and smiled.
She stretched out her hand, and the thin palm was illuminated transparently by the pale light. She slowly clenched her fist, as if holding the piece of sunshine.
After today, she might not be able to see such a beautiful and pure daylight again.
Those things that are about to be done, that place that is about to go, may swallow up all her future like a black hole, and on the way to get there, there may be more difficult things waiting for her.
But what does it matter? Living in the world, doing what you think you should do, and going forward against the wind with your own persistence and loneliness, is that also happy and chic
Although there are thousands of people, I will go on.
"Crack!" Meng Fuyao kicked open the gate of the county government office, and strode out.
Many Han people gathered outside the door, supporting the old and the young, looking at her eagerly.
The food and grass in the city are almost running out, and the people are waiting for her to come up with new ideas. In their hearts, the city lord who brought football, waltz, clubs and all kinds of novel entertainment is a smart person who acts fresh and unconventional. They believe her Will come up with ingenious and powerful countermeasures against the enemy.
Meng Fuyao looked at these earnest eyes, those hungry and frightened eyes, suddenly felt blocked, opened his mouth, and suddenly couldn't say what he had planned.
She closed her eyes and raised her head to the sky.
A faint wind blows over, and there is a slight sweetness in the wind, spring is coming soon...
No matter how late spring comes, the flowers that bloom in the fields will always grow...
Meng Fuyao lowered his head, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and firm.
"Fathers and folks, Yaocheng is in danger and it is difficult to support it. The city is broken in a short time. The so-called one who knows the current affairs is a hero. If you resist to the end, the day the city is broken will be the time when Yaocheng's life will be ruined. This county does not want to count. Wan Fu Lao's life, insisting on going his own way and ruining the hands of the army, this city... is not defended!"
As soon as the words came out, the sky was shocked, like a thunderbolt blasted into the crowd, and the people all lost their voices.
Yao Xun and Tie Chengcheng who rushed over looked at Meng Fuyao in shock, they couldn't believe that such words came out of her mouth, Meng Fuyao didn't look at anyone, tightly pursed his lips, and remained silent.
After a while, there was a sudden sharp wail, and the stunned crowd trembled like steel knives.
"You selfish, shameless, despicable and vicious woman! You are going to sell Yao Cheng!"
Someone is yelling:
"Crazy! You are crazy! You want to take the lives of the Han people in Yaocheng to protect your own!"
Someone picked up a stone and smashed it, "Smash you bitch to death!"
More people began to howl and cry, rushing up and begging.
"We can fight! Let's defend the city together! We took the house and went up to the tower! City lord, don't dedicate the city... His Royal Highness King De will come!"
Those immature children crawled over crying, grabbed Meng Fuyao's clothes from the gap between them, hugged her legs and cried, tears fell on her boots little by little.
"City Lord... City Lord... Can't... Can't... Once you surrender, they will all kill us... Please, please..."
Those old people stretched out their skinny and bloodless hands, tremblingly fell in the crowd, climbed up and down again, and looked at her with tears in their hands, "The city lord..."
The crowd rushed up in a panic, like a vortex rolled up by a violent wind, churning, clamoring, crowded and entangled, and Meng Fuyao was in the center of this vortex, and those waves of forward rushing were all rushing towards her. , those heart-piercing pleadings and crying tears were sprinkled on her body, and her thin figure was wrapped in it, like a small boat in the raging sea that was about to be submerged at any time.
Meng Fuyao stood up straight all the time, there was no trace of tears on her pale face, and even the expression in her eyes disappeared. She kept raising her head slightly, looking in a very far direction. After a long while, she slowly stretched out her back Right hand behind the back.
There was a bundle in that hand, Meng Fuyao slowly opened it.
The loud and crazy crying stopped abruptly, and there was a dead silence in the crowd.
In the burden are the official seal of the city lord of Yaocheng, the household book of Yaocheng, the case file of the criminal department of Yaocheng... all the proofs of the ruling power in the county government of Yaocheng.
Holding the bag of things, Meng Fuyao slowly moved around towards the crowd with a blank expression.
The decision is made and cannot be changed.
Seeing this package, the last hope of the Han people was blown away. They stared blankly at the package, just like staring at their own severed head.
Meng Fuyao ignored them, and said to the big bosses of Yaocheng who rushed over, "Everyone heard what I said? I'm going to surrender and offer the city today, everyone, please accompany me."
When the big heads looked at her, they all felt trembling in their hearts, and nodded unconsciously. Meng Fuyao smiled without a smile, and slowly walked down the steps with the burden.
The true qi in her whole body has been released, and the coldness is as sharp as a knife's edge. Some Han people who wanted to rush up were knocked away from a distance. Every time Meng Fuyao took a step forward, the people had to take a step back, walking slowly. slow was let out.
More Han people rushed over and lined up on the long street in two long lines. Everyone watched her walking under the guard of the Rong people in silence. They clenched their fists and looked ferocious and vicious. , Those hates shot out like arrows, each shot through her heart, bloody and bloody through the cool wind of the day.
It's been a long road, a road of shame.
Almost every time Meng Fuyao took a step, the Han people behind her would utter insults and throw something at her back viciously—it might be a rotten vegetable, half a hard steamed bun, or a piece of mud Stones in the ditch...
Meng Fuyao straightened her back and didn't turn her head back. Her hair was messed up and was thrown sideways by countless stones, hanging there in a funny way. Her robe was soon covered with filth and stained with many children who ran over quickly. Spitting and blowing her nose, those yellow and white things were hanging on her skirt, she didn't even look at them.
No matter how long the road is, it will always end...
"No!"
A scream suddenly erupted behind him.
It is iron.
He couldn't bear the oppression and suffocation of this moment any longer, he couldn't bear to just watch Meng Fuyao walking down the road pointed out by Wanfu, seeing the dirt and filth all over her body, watching her step by step. With the thin and thin back, he felt that the world was in chaos and turned upside down. Those dirty stones and rotten vegetables and leaves whizzed away seemed to hit his heart little by little, and with a light hit, they fell apart.
He roared.
"No! She won't! No! No!"
He yelled incoherently, and ran up desperately to stop the angry crowd, "She's not this kind of person, she's not her, she's not, she's not!"
"You are dazzled by beauty!" Someone laughed loudly, "You are blind, didn't you see the official seal?"
Someone sneered, "Didn't you say you want to marry her? You have been together for a long time, have you not? Then, you hateful Rong people, you can go with that bitch of yours!"
With a wave of the man's hand, a stone whizzed towards him, hitting his forehead accurately, blood spattered, Tie Cheng wiped the blood, and stared blankly at the young man who hit the stone—they were playing football together a few days ago, they were the closest teammates.
He looked down at the blood on his hands, and suddenly understood Meng Fuyao's mood at this moment.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of the Meng Fuyao he had seen these days, that bright, bright, daring woman who was as firm as a rock at all costs, her black and white eyes often looked in the direction of Suishui with worry , or she meditated silently when the lights were on at midnight, thinking of her muttering to herself, "Let's die and then live..." He suddenly understood her in a blink of an eye.
She is going to feign surrender! The anger and attacks of the people of Yao City are the certificates she used to show her sincerity to the enemy camp! What will she do after she surrenders? One person against 50,000 troops, what can she do.
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Tie Cheng stood there stunned, and suddenly shuddered all over. He turned around and chased after Meng Fuyao, but the people's anger had already been aroused by him, and the person who defended Meng Fuyao at this moment was also their enemy, destined to be kidnapped together. Go to the pillar of shame and be swallowed by anger!
They pounced on them, tearing them with their hands, biting their teeth, and hitting their heads. Meng Fuyao and the others couldn't get close, but Tiecheng and the others could! Tie Cheng was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd. He struggled, ignoring the fists and kicks, struggling desperately in the direction of Meng Fuyao among the flying rocks and mud, "She's not! She's not, she's not, she's really not! Meng Fuyao, don't, don't, don't! Don't—"
He dragged on the last one very long, and the long voice passed through the crowd with the lingering sound of dripping blood. The voice was full of despair and helplessness. Those who voluntarily walked up to the altar were bitten by the world who didn't know the truth and hated themselves but couldn't explain the despair and helplessness; that sound was extremely shrill, like the howling of a wolf who was abandoned by his tribe and independent Gao Ya hissed at Yue Chang.
The sound passed through the noisy crowd and clearly reached Meng Fuyao's ears. Without turning her head, she stepped in the designated direction step by step. Finally, she stopped in front of the city gate, waved her hand, and signaled the Rong people to open the door.
The gate of the city, which had been closed for many days, suddenly opened, and arrows shot down from the tower. The angry Han defenders finally aimed their arrows at their chief officer.
Meng Fuyao raised his hand, caught all the arrows, broke them casually and threw them on the ground, the long arrows pierced the ground a foot, leaving deep and long marks on the ground.
She raised her head, and the sunlight came over, divided by the wide doorway, half bright white and half dark black, Meng Fuyao stood at the junction of black and white.
She raised her head, raised her feet, and took a step forward. With this step, she will never be able to take it back. With this step, maybe she will never be able to return to Yaocheng, or even to all the places she lingered before. Those who promise to wait for her are destined to never wait for a result.
She pursed her lips tightly, with an almost masochistic intensity, which caused a burning pain between her lips, but compared with the feeling in her heart, it was insignificant.
Then she lifted her foot and stepped forward lightly and without hesitation.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from behind.
"Fuyao—"
That extremely powerful roar that pierced through Qizha, like a crashing car stained with blood and decorated with iron leaves, roared towards her, slamming into her already crumbling patience and persistence all the way.
She finally burst into tears.