An ignorant girl stepped on the man's waist and sat with her buttocks raised. You can't expect her to be good at equestrian skills. Xu Fengnian is very familiar with it. She was just a moment ago, just like a chaste and martyr, and she kept saying that the girl should respect herself. She took the initiative, and immediately changed her face, muttering "I come, I come, I come, I come, I come", unambiguously undressed, the wild wilderness, the sky, and the wanton bullying of the Beimang girl, it should be the ideal of many weak Beiliang gentry children, Xu Fengnian has seen a lot of this kind of rich and noble scholars who have no power to restrain chickens. He thinks that riding on the fat carcass of a prostitute from Beimang on the bed of the brothel can be compared with the soldiers who raise troops and kill the enemy. Xu Fengnian looks at it with clear eyes. The herdsman girl who was crying and laughing, stopped the action that was mostly acting. She undoubtedly has a pair of aura eyes, not the kind of intelligence that points directly at the heart, but the purity that does not touch the dust and does not know the dirty. The woman's eyes are destined to be like the clear lake on the grassland beside her, and sooner or later it will dissipate in the yellow sand. If I see you this year, I may never see you again next year. Even if she is a golden branch and jade leaf left behind in the grassland, even if she returns to the palace, what is the benefit? Although Xu Fengnian lost his clothes and had a frank meeting with him, but he is not allowed to take advantage of it? Smiling and shaking his head, signaling her to relax, he held her slender waist with both hands, and in an unceremonious posture, the two looked at each other. The true portrayal of Xu Fengnian at this time, no matter how innocent the girl is, the girl is already precocious, no matter how ignorant of the world, she is not a fool after all, and she also knows what kind of evil her soft butt has suppressed, riding a horse and herding sheep will never be so embarrassing This is not a prostitute's intentional provocative desire to speak, but even Xu Fengnian, who has experienced the flowers and leaves for a long time, also feels that those subjugated monarchs who never came to court early are not wronged.
Xu Fengnian's hands slipped down quietly, and he pinched it naturally. This is a skill that comes with practice. During the three years of traveling in those years, it was this ingenious technique that made the kid in Wenhua admire him. Unfortunately, this guy's understanding is a hundred thousand worse than that of His Royal Highness. Eight thousand miles away, I can't show the righteous face of a moral person, unfortunately, I have a lewd look that deserves to be beaten. Every time I have the courage to go to the downtown market to mobilize money, I will inevitably ask Xu Fengnian to come forward to save the situation, and Wen Hua must cooperate. Immediately, the corners of his mouth were drooling, and then he said that he was the demented brother in the family, and the girl with a weak temper would be soft-hearted and forgive, and the more aggressive ones would be punched and kicked, even Xu Fengnian would be affected by Chi Yu, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng was the most relentless , led the evil servants to chase him down several streets, it's no wonder that Wen Hua especially held grudges against this girl. The girl didn't speak, but just stared at those eyes wide. The most unbearable thing in Xu Fengnian's life was this kind of clean eyes except for a woman crying, so she could only hold back her hands in embarrassment, and scolded with a smile: "You are allowed to ride a horse, and I am not allowed to flatter you. ah?"
The girl who wasn't used to puns thought about it carefully, and when she figured out the meaning, she clumsily showed a slightly late coquettish shyness. Seeing her naive look, Xu Fengnian became more and more unable to let go, sat up, hugged her, and gently sniffed her black hair. Xiang Xiang, feeling the tenderness and trembling of her virgin body, sighed, and slowly let go. The customs of Beimang are bold and unrestrained. There are not only the custom of letting go of stealing days permitted by the law, but also the custom of robbing marriages, and the remarriage of the woman whose sister died, and the wife and stepmother reported to the widow. Excellent reason. Xu Fengnian picked her up and put her beside him, with Heng Chunlei on his lap, staring at the lake, dazed. The twenty-eighth beauty is as crisp as a body, and she taught the hero to enter the grave. It may be any other man with internal injuries. When he meets such a stunning beauty, he has already taken advantage of her half-push and half-push, and then plucked it out. The egg does not recognize people, touches the crotch and laughs at the common people, how romantic. It's just that His Royal Highness, who started to feel melancholy again, turned his head and said with a smile, "It would be great if you were Pei Nanwei or Yuyouwei."
There is no woman in the world who likes to be compared with other women face to face by a man. Although the girl is ignorant, she can hear the seriousness of what is said, and dare not express her grievances, but just turns her head away.
Xu Fengnian stood up, thinking about whether he could help settle down the fleeing herdsmen who should be killed according to the law. If there is a chance to return safely in the future, at worst, he would take her back to Beiliang Palace together, let alone talk about it. It's good to be a vase, or to keep your eyes good. I will judge the top ten beauties in the future, spend some money and do a little work, she will definitely be on the list, and it will be happy when it is spread out. It is quite pleasant to make those scholars and scholars envious and jealous. one thing. Eat her now, and then take her northward? If you eat it but don't take it with you, Xu Fengnian doesn't want to hear the news that she has become a prisoner in Xiti's tent. His Royal Highness, who has become a doctor after a long illness and has been raped by Shu Shu, has also learned some skin disguise techniques. The finished products are only crude and shoddy, but they can still deceive people, but she is willing? Can tribal herdsmen not reveal their secrets? Especially some young and strong people who left their hometowns and harbored resentment, Bao Buqi would go to win Xin Xiti's favor for the sake of a rich future or even a few bags of silver rewards. People's hearts are constantly unpredictable. Even if he saved the entire tribe, Xu Fengnian didn't think he could rest easy. Desperate to be a marionette. Xu Fengnian thought for a while, and prepared to stay in this ill-fated herdsman tribe for a few days, and asked, "What's your name?"
She said softly: "Huyan Guanyin."
Xu Fengnian knew that many common people in Beimang respected and believed in Buddha, and many people liked to name Bodhisattva Maitreya Manjusri, etc., which is not uncommon. If in the Spring and Autumn Central Plains, the name is too large, it is regarded as unknown, and such names are used in Beimang. It is very common to make small characters, and even women's attire is deeply affected. Dongyue paints her face with yellow things, showing a golden color, which is called Buddha makeup, and it is washed away in the warm spring. He thought it was miasma and was ill. After returning home, he wrote poems and ridiculed it, which spread throughout the government and the public. Later, the two countries traded each other to find out the truth, which became a big joke.
Xu Fengnian asked her to carry her to the tribal camp. Regarding the customs of Beimang, he had done solid homework before going to the north. Huyan is a first-class surname on the grassland, similar to the Tuoba family, second only to the two royal surnames of Yelu Murong, It started from the royal gift of Jinkou Yikai, the mang master who was well versed in the culture of the Central Plains a hundred years ago. Presumably, Xiti, the leader of this tribe, is a descendant of the Huyan family, but the surname is prominent, which does not mean that anyone with the surname Huyan is a nobleman. Beimang has a strict hierarchy, not inferior to the Liyang Dynasty. People are divided into four classes. Originally, there were only two classes in Beimang natives and Spring and Autumn survivors. The confrontation was fierce and there were countless disputes. Under the circumstances, they are actually some criminals or stubborn tribes who were forcibly incorporated into the territory of Beimang by force. The number of people is relatively small, but even so obvious, the survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period are all grateful. Not only that, but he has become a master, and the empress is so powerful, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? Of course, people are divided into four classes, and the top few dignitaries in their respective classes are far beyond comparison in terms of wealth and status.
Xu Fengnian muttered to himself: "Tuoba Bodhisattva, Huyan Guanyin, the names are quite interesting. Is there Yelu Maitreya, Murong Puxian?"
She said softly: "Yes."
Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes, and flicked his finger on her forehead in a funny way, "You don't know how to read words and expressions at all. You, a elm-headed melon, really went to the imperial tent in the imperial city, and you can't be a princess with a thousand twists and turns." .”
She raised her voice slightly, maybe it was a big protest, "I wasn't in the first place."
Xu Fengnian pinched her chin, and said teasingly: "If you say you are not? Then I say that I am the emperor of Beimang, and I am the emperor of Beimang?"
She blushed and retorted solemnly: "His Majesty the Emperor is a woman."
Xu Fengnian sighed with emotion, and no longer reasoned with her. Together with her, she came to the herdsman tribe, and she was regarded as a god. Xu Fengnian saved more than 20 people in the canyon like a fairy, and then blocked the cattle. Kneeling piously on the ground, the elderly patriarch wept even more, as if all the grievances in his stomach had been swept away after he had migrated thousands of miles. To escape from the empty door, anyway, how to protect yourself, how to feel comfortable, how to come. Huyan Guanyin was the only one in the clan who knew the language of the Southern Dynasties, so she passed on the message. They were all very happy when they learned that this young Bodhisattva would stay in the tribe for a few days. There were also several young girls who were rescued by Xu Fengnian to the top of the mountain. They looked at each other, hoping that this handsome Bodhisattva, who was not like a common shepherd, could live in his tent. The emperor's palace is nothing more than a hut. Even if it is the previous lord, every time he hunts, he must live in the same hut with his confidants. Therefore, when the Liyang Dynasty secretly slandered the Northern Mang Empress when she was still a queen, she used to take advantage of several current powerful officials to take advantage of the lord's hut. Sleeping soundly and having an affair, it really amazes the spring and autumn people in the Central Plains imperial palace as deep as the sea.
The head of the patriarch called Hu Yan'anbao, and personally welcomed Xu Fengnian into the spacious black and white tent. Apart from a pair of simple-minded sons and daughter-in-laws, the old man also had a granddaughter and a granddaughter. It was the child who was always led by Huyan Guanyin at the bottom of the canyon. He stared at Xu Fengnian's eyes intently, just like seeing a god. He was in awe and worship. When Xu Fengnian entered the tent, the child and his sister stood outside together, looking through the gap The demeanor of the young fairy, I just think it looks great with every gesture. It is estimated that Xu Fengnian hiccups and farts, both siblings will think it is a great knowledge.
Beimang is a martial artist, good at riding and shooting, and especially respects powerful warriors with outstanding strength and hard enough fists. In the Dangxiang Department with the Tuoba family as the main members, Tuoba Bodhisattva stepped on the bones of the same clan and became the female emperor's servant. Be close to female sex, not eat meat, and return to normal after beheading the enemy. After the reconciliation between the two parties, human blood and the blood of three animals need to be poured into the skull wine glass. When Tuoba Bodhisattva gradually became the god of war, with outstanding military exploits, the sixteen clans of the Dangxiang were all convinced, and individually proposed to the first person in Beimang for reconciliation, but Tuoba Bodhisattva ignored it, and the heads of the sixteen clans committed suicide together. , Tuoba Bodhisattva only verbally agreed, and the Party Headquarters not only did not regard it as a great disgrace, but instead took it as pride, and the tough and young people joined Tuoba Bodhisattva's pro-army without exception, which shows how strong the martial spirit of Beimang is.
Sitting in the tent, after hearing about it from Huyan Guanyin, I realized that the migration of her tribe was not blind. Huyan Anbao’s father, who died on the way, believed in ghosts and was a well-known fortune teller, who was good at burning sheep’s blades with wormwood. The bone cracks were used to test good or bad luck. Back then, it was the old man who took in the baby girl in swaddling clothes against all opinions. At the end of winter, the old fortune-teller asked the family to migrate to the southeast through the curse. Xu Fengnian was skeptical about this kind of prophecy and witchcraft, and he listened to it, but didn't take it seriously. When he learned that Huyan Guanyin lived in the adjacent felt tent, he glanced at her. It was just a small gesture out of habit, which made the girl blush like Peach Blossom, the old patriarch saw it in his eyes, and he didn't say anything, he just smiled and felt relieved. The little girl is lonely and helpless, in the final analysis, she still needs to marry a man with broad shoulders who can stand upright in order to truly settle down. The old man can only be extremely convinced by this young man surnamed Xu who claims to be from Gusai Prefecture. At the bottom of the narrow valley, one man can stop ten thousand bulls, but it is a miracle that he dare not even think about. The old man still remembers the nine swords that have been circulating on the grassland for a hundred years to break ten thousand horses. And the sitting young Bodhisattva is comparable to those nine sword celestial beings.
After Xu Fengnian drank a large bowl of wine and ate a large piece of meat, he walked out of the tent with his head down, and Huyan Guanyin followed behind.
Xu Fengnian slowly walked up to a small bumpkin, besides the young girl, he also followed the old patriarch's little grandson furtively from afar, who seemed to be named Abaoji.
Xu Fengnian squinted his eyes suddenly as he looked towards the setting sun.
A yellow eagle that had been circling leisurely whimpered non-stop, flitting across the sky, teetering and falling.
A hundred miles to the northeast, the yellow eagle fell to the ground.
There is a small bird's claw, like an iron hook, nailed into the eagle's back.
I only hear about eagles chasing sparrows, but there are still sparrows riding eagles in the world
The handsome bird flew to the shoulder of a young man with a sword and a knife hanging on the left side of his waist, and the song was clear and crisp.
Standing beside the young man in fox fur and wolf hat were two followers. A middle-aged man was as strong as a lion and his voice was like a bell. Have you ever had fun with four thousand bison?"
Another old man in a brocade robe said sadly: "The top ten devils, except you and I are slaves to the little master, the other eight, but none of them have seen, how can we have fun?"
The young man sneered, with a strong smell of blood, stretched out his hand to tease the little sparrow on his shoulder, and said, "It's not fun to kill a devil or something, but killing that Buddhist sage is exciting."
The old man who claimed to be a figure in Beimang Demon Dao nodded and said: "The monk Nagarjuna of the Liangchan Temple is said to be the master of the white-clothed monk Li Dangxin, so he should see it."
Hearing the name Li Beware, the young man's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold the little bird, and with a sudden force, his hand was covered with blood, he gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone should be killed!"