Hangover, sorrowful, slow bun, six baht thin clothes provoke light cold, red, muffled, green and green luan.
Luo sock condition and golden stalk, the snow muscle is still Yulanggan, the bone is fragrant and the waist is thinner and thicker.
"Wanxisha" Tang Dynasty: Han Hao
—I am the dividing line —
After the class in the national lecture hall was over, Zhou Huaian, who had been clamoring for him, walked back into his special carriage that was soundproofed with a heavy curtain, and he saw the object of being reciprocated in the past few days-the little poet and cum The assassin Han Jiyue, already bowing her head and kneeling down in front of her, whispered softly:
"the host.."
Except for being lethargic and a little paler, it looks bright, white, and beautiful; it's no different from the way it was when I first came to meet it; even the shredded dress was copied as it was. . Then, I saw her climb a few steps forward with both hands and feet, and leaned against Zhou Huaian’s calf with her head; she delivered the jade neck with a delicate leather collar to the man’s lowered palm just right, like begging. The rubbing humanoid pet was just like a pet, and Zhou Huaian was allowed to play with it gently and slowly.
"Today is your day to show up in public, you need to behave well..."
"Yes.."
"Han Hao, you have to have an explanation. After all, he is the one who is really good for you, and he is better than his brother if he is not a brother..."
"Slave... will repay me well..."
Having said that, Han Jiyue, who was slowly gasping after being played under the collarbone, suddenly asked softly
"But I don't know, but I don't know why the master wants to let the slaves out..."
You know, she had already desperately thought that she would spend the rest of her life as a plaything in the dark room where the sun could not be seen. Then after waking up in a night of absurdity, he was suddenly relieved of his restraints and taken to the outdoors, where he began to receive corresponding recovery training. Re-bath, massage, stretch limbs and difficult dance moves, and even someone read poetry to her. . .
"Because, I think it's a waste of your talent to be an assassin. After all, you have only studied in the Han family for a few years, and you already look decent..."
Zhou Huaian said calmly without hesitation:
"It was... so..."
This answer made her suddenly confused and very uncomfortable.
"Furthermore, I also want those who sent you to die to see the consequences of the failure of their ghost tricks at any cost."
Zhou Huaian said lightly, stroking her bulge:
"After all, the dead men sent by the old dynasty to assassinate by my side have now become my private ban. For those who are already at the end of the road, are they afraid of going crazy and jumping? It is also a kind of personal meaninglessness. Your vanity!"
Han Jiyue, who became more and more complicated when she heard this final answer, lowered her slender eyelashes and more docilely catered to the man's palm movements. Although this result sounds sad and helpless, there is an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. Since she is still useful to this man, at least in the short term, there is no need to go back to the dark secret room and accept all that.
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the scene of her childhood in a secret camp deep in Taibai Mountain. Because of its remote location and difficult roads, it takes a lot of trouble to transport every piece of water, so the daily rationing control is tight. These young assassin seeds, if they cannot complete the lessons and drills of the day, they will not only suffer from starvation but also be punished; once they have been punished more and accumulated injuries, it is common for them to die with a little bit of weakness.
Therefore, in the next moment, Han Jiyue, who looks well-behaved, supple, pure and innocent, slowly turns dark red in her eyes, and hands her body consciousness to another "Han Jiyue" who is more relaxed in the secret room; "She" was so pious and respected that she used the tongue movements that she had practiced countless times to untie her restraints, and amidst the sings and faint ringtones of Huang Yingzheng, she lifted her skirt and sat on Zhou Huaian's knees and arms.
"I think Lang Jun..."
"Then move by yourself..."
For Zhou Huaian at this moment, this is also part of cooperating with the follow-up body and mind. The so-called is to give a desperate expectation of infinite height, and then find a reason similar to the shining point from herself to make it slightly wider; then she can obtain a certain sense of satisfaction based on dependence between the huge psychological gap. Attach feedback with pro.
—I am the dividing line —
Thousands of miles away, in the city of Zitong, the Lisuo of Jiedushi in Dongchuan, it is already daytime to enforce martial law to avoid the atmosphere of murder. There were even groups of young and middle-aged people holding weapons, walking noisily on the streets, which attracted the attention of the local people; even more people shouted the names of their children, which caused a response.
However, compared to the relatively optimistic atmosphere in the city where morale is high and ready for battle; the atmosphere in the Dongchuan Festival Hall is not so wonderful. As the former unsuccessful envoy of Jiedu from Jingnan, who drove away the former Shanxi Jiedu envoy Niu Xie, he was ceded to the place occupied by Lishu, and now he has just turned to Dongchuan Jedu envoy. Song Hao, who stood firm on his heels, also roared loudly at the left and right:
"As for the reinforcements, where are so many soldiers and horses in Sanchuan? They have been warned for more than three days. Is it important to let the thief soldiers kill under my city?"
"Don’t be in a hurry, Mingshuai... Now that Xichuan’s soldiers and horses are either going north to enter the customs, or deploying more of Lu (zhou) and Rong (zhou) in the south, there is really no way to help Dongchuan... If the thief changes, it’s Chengdu trip. Now I have to rely on Ming Shuai's best defense, so how come I don’t pay enough attention to it?"
As an eunuch transferred to the army, Zhu Jingmei also persuaded: because he was a close friend of Yang Fuguang, the superintendent of the Ten Routes, even after moving to Jiannan, he was still able to succeed him as the envoy of the Dongchuan Supervisory Military Academy, and he even had spare capacity to form a special organization. A soldier and horse dedicated to the supervising court of more than 1,000 people, known as the "loyal and brave army". So he still has the confidence and evidence.
The good news is that compared to the previous generations who are good at tossing places or greedy for money. Following Gao Renhou, who had not spent a few days in Zitong City before battling out, Song Hao, who took over Dongchuan again, was relatively decent and upright and strict in law enforcement, and he dared to refuse the majority of claims by himself. Therefore, it was quite popular in a short period of time, and it was easy to gather considerable manpower and material resources from the city with a single order.
But the bad news is that these thieves seem to have a big plan; although they are not eager to attack Zitong City, they are constantly attacking and plundering those towns and villages in the vast countryside outside the city. Wherever he went, he not only freed slaves and maidservants and burned debts, deeds, and land books, but also killed officials and subordinates and ransacked them all;
According to the survivors who fled to Zitong, Tongshan and the south of Shehong are full of thieves. The homes of wise gentry and wealthy families are inevitable; those who do not have time to escape will inevitably be tried and humiliated in public on the streets, and even Because of this, his life was lost. Even more foolish people who are greedy for petty gains are lured by them, and they have repeatedly sought out the food and equipment scattered by the thieves, claiming to be the civilian army, and beginning to occupy the village for a while.
And this is what Song Hao thinks is the most terrible. Once the relatively stable rural areas in the hinterland of Dongchuan are all disturbed and plundered by thieves; even if the thieves are successfully repelled and suppressed in the future, they will not Know how much effort and setbacks it will take to clean up.
Therefore, the crowds of gentry, officials and eunuchs in the city have fisted and clamored, with unclear worries and concerns about the thieves, and conservative opinions about standing by for help; the intertwining of all kinds of things has become a confused situation that makes Song Hao really hesitate. Up. However, he soon did not have to worry about the difficulty of choice.
Because then a general rushed in and shouted:
"Ming Shuai, it's not good. The other divisions of the Tiande Army led by brothers Gu Yanlang and Gu Yanhui broke through the east gate and went out of the city to ask for the thief on their own!" (End of this chapter)