"Only the eldest brother can endure it." ... The two drank three more cups of the moon, and Feng Xue suddenly said back, "I traveled around the world back then..." The emperor's heart came! This time I drank the bitterness in vain. Wine, for this reason.
"Once a wine worm got on him, and he forgot to bring money back with him, so he went into someone's house and stole it. It was a big mansion. I sneaked in and opened a jar quietly. After taking a big sip, I called out on the spot. It's hard to sell the batch. As a result, the owner of the house was called out, and as soon as that person came out...
Turning his head to look at Huang Shang, who was impatient to eat melons, his face was full of doubts: "Yes, yes, that's the expression."
Then, the emperor became more and more puzzled, and his head was full of confusion. Nagging, non-stop talking about how to mix food and drink among the people in the southern border, or the customs and customs, which are completely irrelevant. The only thing that doesn't change is that everyone who pours into the cup at a constant rate doesn't know.
Speaking of Fengxue, because he lost the gambling money, he signed up for a gladiatorial fight.
At the scene, the emperor finally couldn't stand the dizziness and fell down. I don't know that the bitter taste is long, but what is often overlooked is that its intensity is actually higher than that of a distant teacher. I don't know about the person who will be drunk soon if I drink it in my mouth without knowing it. This is the origin of the name 'all do not know'.
Feng Xue looked at the drunken emperor, smiled lightly, turned his head back, and drank another drink.
This bitter taste has not changed at all from the past.
Feng Xue actually answered the emperor's question, but in exchange for a vague statement.
The big mansion he broke into that day was the other village of the owner of the county of Baimu Kingdom. The woman who heard the sound and came to catch the wine thief was the Princess Shaowen of the Baimu Kingdom.
When he saw her for the first time, Feng Jie knew that this was the woman he fell in love with. His eyes never left her.
All the gags, all the ramblings, are all to get close to the chance encounter beside her.
She is a descendant of the royal family, and her status is extremely noble. At that time, the ink teeth were not yet extinguished, and the situation in the Central Plains and the Southern Border was tense.
See each other as enemies. Feng Jie was born in a big family in the Central Plains, how dare he easily reveal his love.
But he was unrestrained and unrestrained in his life, but he never regarded this incident as an insurmountable obstacle. He resolutely joined the army for her, and from an unknown slave, he became a household name along the way, achieved the great southern border, and became the sacred beast of the Hundred Eyes Country. Just to get to her side.
Ten years ago, he lost more than one arm and confidence in his martial arts.
The man known as the Martial Saint is not as obsessed with martial arts as everyone thinks. Being defeated is a common thing in military affairs, and failure cannot destroy his heart.
His martial arts have always been practiced for one person. 2 However, he failed to protect her.
"It's been ten years... It's time, it's time to come back." 2 This night, in the eyes of Wu Shengfengxue, the splendor of mouth and magic reappeared.
Chapter 67: Famous Swords Are Indisputable
On the mountain peak in the early morning, a woman walked out of the house. She climbed the stairs and walked to the top of the mountain. Even in a place where the mountain wind is whistling, the footsteps are as gentle as they are afraid of waking up the neighbors who are still sleeping.
There is really no way. Now, the people living on the top of Wanyu Peak are really just some monsters who can wake up as long as the movement is bigger than stepping on an ant.
The female facial features are extremely sweet, even if the face is expressionless, it seems to have a smiling face. She was wearing a dark blue samurai uniform, wrapped tightly. But the hills and valleys on the waist of a gourd are even more thrilling than the mountains of Wanyu Peak.
The disciples of the Demon Eye Sect who were standing guard did not dare to show any contempt because of this, but they did not have the same cold face as they did to others. Instead, they shouted vigorously.
"Miss Shen, go slowly."
Shen Yiren smiled slightly: "It's hard work."
Everyone in Wan Yufeng now recognizes this girl as Shen Yiren, a female military attache from the Central Plains. The purpose of concealing his identity was to expose the conspiracy of Ge Wu, which can be regarded as well-intentioned. Therefore, there are very few people on Wanyu Peak who do not admire.
Especially now that they all know that this girl is not the wife of 'His Royal Highness', she is His Highness's boss. It's even scarier when you think about it.
Despite this, there are still many young men on Wan Yu Peak who maintain warm feelings for this heroic and sassy girl who came from afar. Young people are lustful and Mu Shaoai is probably like that, and there is nothing wrong with it. Shen Yiren often smiles at himself and rarely takes it seriously. Over time, those eager eyes gradually turned to loss.
Luo Si Ming Luo Gongzi is the flying of these lost eyes
He also got up very early today, no, maybe it should be said that he was back too late. After the date for the attack on Nie Yao is set, all preparations must begin quickly. The battle strength of the soldiers has their own concerns from the court, but the weaponry has to rely on the expertise of Luojian Villa. Luojian Villa has been sending sophisticated weapons these days, and Luosi has ordered them to check the quality. The blade of a strong martial artist even requires him to personally discuss improvements with the craftsman.
The number of people who want to enter Nie Yao is small, there are more than 800 people, all of them are handed over to Luo Si to check one by one, it is really busy.
I was busy at the foot of the mountain all night before I got to the mountainside, and I already met Shen Yi who was slowly going up the mountain. Looking at her beautiful figure, he couldn't help but start to be stunned. At this time, he seemed to have abducted him and he couldn't even notice it. I don't know which one is more concentrated than the concentration when inspecting iron.
It's just that Shen Yiren never said a few words to him, and responded lukewarmly to him.
A few days ago, he went to the top of the mountain thinking about being able to block the beautiful Fang Barong, but he bumped into Shen Yiren's sword dancing pear blossom. Only then did she know that Miss Shen went up the mountain to practice swordsmanship. Shen Yiren, who was almost annoyed by the disturbance of his sword practice, stabbed him in the opposite direction. Since then, I have never dared to go to the top of the mountain to find her.
Today's Fourth Young Master Luo can only look at the beautiful woman's back with sadness.
Ao Xue, four of Hanmei's swordsmen, came to Wanyu Peak with the sword. She was Luo Siming's closest sword servant, and she came with the transport team after her injuries were healed. At this moment, it is natural to follow Luo Si's order.
She silently handed a handkerchief to the son, and said indifferently.
"Sir, wipe."
...Aoxue, I didn't cry. Aoxue said seriously, "Slobber."
"...Then thank you." 1 Luo Siming quietly took the handkerchief, but heard someone say indifferently behind him.
"Do you really like this woman?"
"Father, father, why is your old man here
Luo Ming smiled and said, "Where can't you go for your father? Didn't you hear what Ming Fei said, there will be casualties in this battle. Since you are on the verge of collapse, why don't you take a good look at the scenery?"
Although he said it freely and easily, Luo Siming couldn't help but worry. I don’t know how many of Ming’s non-true claims come true. If this battle really turned into a goodbye, so what
But before Luo Siming could speak, Luo Ming cut off.
"Life and death depend on fate, success or failure is in the sky, worrying about not dying is the beast. Do your own thing well, be a man and a man, and don't need a mother-in-law.
Luo Siming's face became a-su: "Yes." "By the way, do you really like her?" Luo Siming's face turned red and he murmured: "This..." Hui Luo Ming looked up to the sky and smiled: " With this in mind, I will go and talk to you with Ba for the sake of my father.”
"Father!" Luo Siming said in a panic, "Miss Shen already has an unmarried husband, so this is absolutely impossible."
Luo Ming sneered twice: "It's just a mere - a son of the fourth family of Song. The old man Song is called the Duke of Wulin, the first noble in the rivers and lakes - honorable, so I dare not draw a sword? There were many of him in the Song Family Fort. Eat your father's pain. I don't know whether to live or die for a girl from my son."
Involving the grievances and grievances of the previous generation that did not know, Luo Si Ming dared to interject. But he didn't know what his father was going to do, so he was just in a hurry.
Luo Ming waved his hand and said: "It's just talking, you have been busy all night, and you should go to rest first, and I will go to find you at night to guide you in casting.
Luo Siming was overjoyed, and after thanking his father, he went back to Xue with Ao.
Luo Ming looked at his son's back and slowly shook his head. Se "Children, what kind of temperament is the daughter of the Shen family, how can she be so twisted? By the way, do you really think it's her that you are happy with?"
Then his eyes crossed the mountain peak and looked at the peak that Shen Yiren had just walked back to.
On the summit everything is silent.
Ten thousand dots of golden light penetrate the thick fog, and thousands of remnants of leaves drift through the wind. The Ba Chenyi people held the long sword flat, and stood still for an hour.
Ming Feizhen gave her a cheat sheet, on which it was written that the swordsmanship of the mouth was broad and profound. That's not swordsmanship, but some kind of canon about swordsmanship. I don't know how much effort it will take just to understand it once, let alone actually use it in martial arts.
Then I can only draw the gourd according to the pattern, and use the water to return it according to the heart.
Hard work, I hope to make up for my diligence.