When Feng Xiaolian became a fairy, Helan Leopard had received an order from Emperor Gaowei to retreat and wait for the army to gather together to attack. Helan Leopard looked helplessly at the night sky, and commanded his command to exit the Queshu Valley. The fangs of the squirrel valley were staggered, and the army was not easy to turn around, so they copied a rugged trail. The infantry reluctantly passed, but they suffered the cavalry. One by one, they dismounted and led the horses, groping forward, very snails.
"Poor toss, toss poor!" Xing Mafei said: "If the Lanling King was here, the army would have taken Pingyang long ago! We won't be blinded and tossed everywhere!"
"The order is changed at night, and at night and at night. I don’t know which muscle of the emperor's majesty trembles, causing the army to run around aimlessly!" Helan Leopard watched the surroundings: "The soldiers are very fast, but his old man is daunting..."
"The emperor, my heart is calling Niang Niang to urinate, and my eyes are muddy!" Xing flattered softly, but he didn't expect the Helan Leopard to "stab" before he hummed and slid into the deep ditch. He hurriedly yelled: "King Helan, I'm just talking and playing softly. It scares you so people fall into the ditch..."
"Fuck up!" Helan Leopard stretched out his hand with difficulty.
"King Helan, what I said..." Xing Xiaoshi was afraid that Helan Leopard was holding his tail attacking the Emperor, and he dragged the Helan Leopard up with difficulty, and couldn't wait to explain.
"What did you say I didn't hear..." Helan Leopard picked up a mask that he had slipped into the ravine, looked at it, put it on his face, and smiled back.
"Ah, King Lanling..." Xing flattered back with a scream, his buttocks stuck on the tip of the stone, and he grinned.
"King Lanling! King Lanling!" The soldiers turned their heads and shouted at the masked Helan Leopard: "King Lanling is back! Pingyang is back!"
"Oh, King Lanling is back! Pingyang is back!" Queshugugougou, Kankanshan, and the mountains roared with the cry of the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
When the cry of the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty came, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Zhou Jiqiyuan frontline Qi Wang Yuwenxian, headed out to fight, seeing the horrified eye crashing in the camp, and countless people wearing battle robes swayed in front of them. Gao Qi sweats the bloody BMW, wears a mysterious human face general, the mysterious origin of the Lanling King, the brave and good fighting, the bloody and murderous family, the death of grievances in his prime, the scenes are shaking in front of his eyes.
"Report!" With a loud shout, a tall horse leaped forward, a breathtaking beauty flashed, Yu Wenxian instinctively drew out the sword and hacked it away.
"King Lanling..." It seemed that the investigator had no time to tell the military situation, and his head and neck were separated with his mouth open and eyes staring.
"King Qi!" Wang Yi reminded loudly from the side: "You killed, but our detective horse..."
"What I killed was a spy horse who lied about the military situation!" Yu Wenxian was taken aback, but bit his mouth, flicking the blood-stained dragon-slaying sword, casually listening to the thunderous mountains and plains." Oh, the King of Lanling is back! Pingyang is back!" Cheers and shouts, savoring the chattering of the soldiers in the camp...
"King Lanling is dead early..."
"King Lanling doesn't know how to travel through..."
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"Explore again! Explore again!" Yu Wenxian yelled at Jadisri. Dozens of war horses got into the night fog, and Yu Wenxian was walking around inexplicably outside the big tent. What should the king of Lanling do with the sturdy men.
"Mangshan! Manshan is a nightmare!" Yu Wenxian muttered to himself, tumbling in his mind, returning to a fierce battle in Mangshan a few years ago in the Northern Qi and Northern Zhou Dynasties: the famous commander of the Northern Qi Dynasty Lanling King Leading 500 cavalry to rush into the Zhou army formation twice, killing countless people, hitting Jinyong City to the northwest of Luoyang, which was surrounded by Zhou army iron barrels, and was densely surrounded by the army. The guardian of Qi from the north of the city saw the visitors wearing masks, not knowing whether they were friends or foes. While hesitating, King Lanling suddenly took off his mask, revealing a beautiful face. The people above recognized it as King Lanling. The sentiment was angered, and a thousand arrows were fired at the army of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. The 500 soldiers below were more brave in Vietnam under the leadership of King Lanling. As a result, the army of the Northern Zhou Dynasty was here. Defeated under the upper and lower flanks.
"It's easy to flip cards!" Yu Wenxian sighed, sighed for the bravery of King Lanling, sighed for the most splendid and breathtaking beauty of the legendary life of King Lanling, and sighed for his short and brilliant and miserable cry.
In the camp of Beiqi’s frontline troops to conquer Pingyang, bonfires piled up, and the night was red. Passionate soldiers joined the "Lanling King Into the Battle". Helan Leopard performed passionately, and everyone yelled and thought with tears streaming down their faces. Recalling, King Lanling was free from war. The question was why he always wore a mask when he was in war? This is probably the fault of beauty. It seems that there are mistakes in being beautiful, and he is gentle and strong in appearance. King Lanling, as white as a beautiful woman, his beauty is not the beauty of strength and masculinity that has always been admired, but a very feminine beauty. Such a battle on the battlefield, he is afraid that others will look down on him, so he wears a hideous mask. , We can achieve the goal of winning without a fight. We respect the beloved King Lanling. Pingyang has fallen. Come back. Come back and take a look at your great Qi country. Let’s take a look at the people who were born into the battlefield with you. brothers.
A long sword, a roaring human face, pierced the cold light of the night sky one after another. The horse inspectors sent by the Yuwenxian army slowly approached the Beiqi military camp under the cover of night.
"Oh Haohao..." Helan Leopard's sword pointed, and there was a long roar, thunder and lightning rolled over, tearing the night sky, countless bolts of lightning collided and ripped apart, and the horse gate screamed and fell one by one.
"King Lanling, I'm jealous of you!" Helan Leopard plunged his sword into the ground, waving his face, tears streaming down his face in the face of the pouring rain.
In front of the Longji Hall of Jinyang Palace, in the pouring rain, it was very lively. It turned out that Emperor Gaowei could not be entangled with Concubine Lian Shu, and ordered the imperial family to convene skilled craftsmen overnight to create their own human face for Concubine Lian Shu. To express solemnity, Gao Wei took the post of supervisor, sacrificed precious time for sleeping and entertainment, listening to the rushing rain, the sound of hammering hammers, watching Concubine Lian Shu reluctantly flip over and play with the captured human face, in my heart That is really an annoyance. Thinking of the joy and passion of falling down on heroes, it is a deep biting pain that can be adjusted without disease, talents are not dreams, and the terrible thing is that you use talents as scumbags...
"Your Majesty, there is a situation!" Liu Taozhi, the first imperial killer of the court guard of the Kingdom of Qi, hurriedly walked up and presented a piece of black cloth with the word "drag" written on it.
"It's the ghost of Northern Zhou again!" When Emperor Gao Wei saw the black color, he thought of Yu Wentai's threat of "Death to the high, black clothes too!" curse, angrily threw the black cloth on the ground, angrily: "This is the case. You just watch and deal with the matter. You'd rather kill by mistake than let any suspicious person be spared..."
"Your Majesty, things are not as simple as your old people imagined!" Liu Taozhi reminded: "Pouring rain, a masked black man risked his death into the forbidden palace, just to leave this thing?"
"Are you talking about spies? In the imperial palace of the Great Qi Kingdom, there are a lot of black-clothed and black-hearted spies in the Northern Zhou Kingdom?" Gao Wei frowned, "No, the harems are desperately infatuating with Lao Tzu. Push into the fire pit?"
"Your Majesty, things happen for a reason, you always have to guard against it, the closer you are..." Liu Taozhi reminded.
"Black-hearted and crooked Liu Taozhi, you just grabbed me, took a sharp knife, and peeled my belly to see if my heart was crooked?" Feng Xiaolian screamed and rushed over.
"Oh..." Liu Taozhi squatted down on the red brazier, screaming and jumping into the rain curtain like a knife.
"Your Majesty, you have to call the shots for me!" Feng Xiaolian rushed into Gao Wei's arms, raising his nose and raising his eyebrows coquettishly.
"Concubine Lian Shu, you and I still don't believe it!" Emperor Gao Wei scraped Feng Xiaolian's greasy nose full of Yuxingzi: "In very times, I will be muddy with you every day...?"
"Your Majesty, Feng Xiaolian, is your personal bodyguard!" Feng Xiaolian touched the face of Emperor Gao Wei with slender fingers, and the two of them actually...
"Oh..." a silversmith yelled, jumping up with his bloody fingers, thumping on his knees in the rain, begging: "Your Majesty, your old man forgive me, you are all small eyes and clumsy, seeing two gods in love …"
"Human face! Human face!" Gao Weidi laughed, picked up Feng Xiaolian and walked into Longjitang.
"I call you long eyes!" The old man in charge of the silversmith's creation stood up and slapped twice.
Why do you think Liu Taozhi hurried into the rain curtain? Not only did Liu Taozhi extinguish the flames on his buttocks, he also ran back to the bedroom for the first time and took out an ancestral secret recipe to heal his injuries. His ancestral secret recipe is also simple, it is to grow his hometown Performing Arts Mountain on the cliffs, a kind of herbal medicine called melon seed gold, common names "Lai Ma Hui" and "Lai Ma Hong", a kind of vegetation that likes to grow on Er Yin slope. It is collected and dried and stored. It is drunk as a tea and then crushed into a powder for oral administration. It has a peculiar medicinal effect for eliminating fire and detoxification, especially if people have malignant sores or unknown swelling and poison, they can be harvested and boiled. In less than three days, malignant sores or those unnamed swelling toxins will shrink significantly until they disappear completely. "Come back!" Come back! "It means that the curative effect is as fast as a horse running back and forth. Antitussive, resolving phlegm, promoting blood circulation, hemostasis, soothing the nerves, and detoxifying. Cough and phlegm, vomiting blood, blood in the stool, dullness, insomnia, sore throat, ulcerative sore. Snake bites and bruises are really treasures. This month, middle-aged and elderly friends are really indispensable, and young people will be better off drinking.
"Button three clothes nine six four seven seven two three seven..." Liu Taozhi murmured, grinned and ran into the bedroom, turned over the powdered medicine, and threw it on the burned buttocks, the pain was immediately Enough.
It stands to reason that the Lai Mahui did not have such a curative effect. Maybe Liu Taozhi collected the Lai Mahui, mostly in winter. Country folks all know that the small leaves are small, the back is bright red, and it does not fall in all seasons. The more frosty and snowy the sky, the more red the stems and leaves, and they look like blossoming flowers. It became a piece of red, giving people vitality and comfort in the monotonous winter. What's more interesting is that snowflakes melt as soon as they touch its stems and leaves. No matter how heavy the snow is, or how thick the snow is in the mountains, there will never be any snow on the horse. Therefore, the talented scholar Frost and Snow is called Lai Ma Hong again. Naturally, he is a treasure among the authentic products, not to mention the more treasured on the cliffs of the deep mountains.
Liu Taozhi's wound healed a lot, but Yu Wenxian's heart became more uncomfortable. After a heavy rain and several violent shouts, Yu Wenxian hurriedly contracted his forces overnight, and everyone hugged each other to keep warm. In the sound of the crashing rain, Yu Wentai, who racked his brains, sighed. It is a bitterness to stay in the Sparrow Valley, not to mention the suffering of Lanling King’s subordinates, all of them turned white...
How to make the soldiers believe that the era of King Lanling is gone, and that the era of their service to the country is like the rising sun