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Chapter 647 Life is inherently infatuated, this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon

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Lu Wenzhao bowed down, raised his head slightly, his eyes were cold, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot.

Will people's eyes be blood red to such an extent?Many people do not know.

He slightly turned his neck and looked down, like a wolf staring open, his eyes dripping with blood——

The pair of eyes were so complex that the viewers held their breath and their hearts beat twice.

Under the bloody subjective lens, the former robes and corpses are three feet away, staring and unable to sleep.

Unable to sleep, he stared fixedly at Lu Wenzhao's bent spine.

The corners of the mouth are curved, like an iron hook hooking flesh, and the eyelids are like steel knives deboning!

I can't see clearly with this eye, and I don't understand.

This smile... this smile is either silent or mocking!

Lu Wenzhao bent down to worship the wolf and looked back, his lips twitched, but he never opened them.It's like flesh and blood sticking together, you can't tear it apart!

Turning his face back, his eyes flickered with sorrow, and his brows were ruthless, "Starting today, I will be in charge of the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen!"

The camera scanned the surrounding former colleagues and subordinates one by one, and everyone looked at him coldly.

His body trembled, he helped himself to tie his temple crown with both hands, his slightly hunched body slowly straightened up, and he brushed off his court clothes contemptuously, "As for these rebellious officials and thieves..."

Without even looking at the corpse on the ground, he gritted his teeth and his voice was cold, like a fierce ghost coming out of Jiuyou: "Chop it up with a knife, pull it away... feed the dog!"

Surrounded by silence, no one promises.

Beizhen Fusi is like an icehouse, and the boss who survived the civil fort in the past made them feel cold all over their bodies!

"Anyone who is disrespectful to the factory owner will be killed without pardon! Beheaded first and played later, the imperial power franchise!"

Lu Wenzhao cupped his hands in the direction of Cao Zhiqin's departure, and suddenly raised his head, "The generals of the town and governor obey the order! Chop these rebellious officials and thieves into meat and feed them to the dogs—"

After finishing speaking, Sa Da Meteor turned and left, and walked towards the frontier where the black blood stains remained on the dilapidated and incomplete walls.

The shadow on the ground stretched its teeth and claws, seemed to be struggling, and seemed unwilling to enter the small town that looked like hell in front of it.

Under the lens, the closing of the door is like a mouth full of blood!
As the sun sets, the camera is raised high—the afterglow shines on the straight pole, the head, and the flag of Ming Dynasty, and finally disappears.

Silhouettes overlap, gradually disappear, and continue to rise—a bright moon emerges.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the cool breeze blows.

The horses were idly eating grass with their heads down, while a Qian hand beside them broke off the bean cakes, held them in his hands, and fed the horses the leftovers.The horse's hooves were planed, and the mane was shaking while eating, and the jade hand was gently stroking the horse's head.

Beside them, two rude men wrapped in coarse cloth and animal skins were drinking wine from a flagon. One of them got excited after drinking, his cotton jacket was pulled down around his waist, and his upper body was naked. The flames of the campfire reflected his dark skin.

"In the past, I always heard Captain Zhou talk about the dangers of military operations. The world is like chess. As soldiers, we can't help ourselves in the rivers and lakes! Now I probably understand a little bit..." Dirty black charcoal bearded The rough man (Liu Qingyun) said drunkenly.

"Zhou Huai'an's stick knows a lot! He just practiced martial arts, and he knows a lot of principles!" The tall, thin and disheveled man (Yuan Xiangren) grinned and showed yellow teeth.

"In short, after escorting Miss Qiu and this lady to the Longmen Inn, and helping Captain Zhou to do a good job, it's over!" The bearded man gritted his teeth and bit the rabbit meat in his hand, showing simplicity.

"Heitan, what do you want to do after you've finished your work this time?" The tall, lanky man suddenly asked.

"Drinking and eating meat..."

"Eat and eat, you know how to eat! I just want to find a decent woman to sleep well..."

The thin and tall man pursed his lips, "It's best to give me a big fat boy, and I will let him study and take a test..." The voice paused, and when he was talking about studying, he rubbed his hands awkwardly, "Take a test for a scholar That's fine! From now on, I will read and write like Captain Zhou!"

"What's so good about being a woman? I still want to eat wine and meat!"

"You stupid bastard, you're great if you don't have any offspring!"

The thin and tall scolded, "My son can eat wine and meat with me in the future, you..."

“那俺也要娶个胖婆娘！周大人以前说过给俺保媒！”络腮胡大老黑傻笑，“俺让俺儿子揍你儿子！”

"Fuck your mother! Will my son be afraid of your son?"

"You can't beat me, and your son can't beat me either..."

"Fart~"

The two rough men messed up in a drunken mess, and soon fell to the ground and fell asleep!
On the stone beside the bonfire, a sword with a sheath was placed aside, and a corresponding kettle made of cowhide.

Qianying turned her back to the flames, and the mournful sobbing flute sounded faintly.

"Blowing the flute under the moon, how much sorrow, how much longing."

Somehow, a woman in white clothes and a white gauze hat approached and greeted softly, her face was covered by the white gauze, but she was full of fairy air.

"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I don't know if it's the reunion day. It's a pity that there are no mooncakes for you..."

"Curachi!"

Hearing the sound, the swordsman playing flute, his blue clothes fluttering, jumped up lightly, turned around and drew his sword——

On the stone under the moon.

With a thin and straight figure and a waist that is not full of grip, the figure is already extremely beautiful.Under the bamboo hat, his eyes are condensed, a long sword is out of its sheath, and he is full of chivalry, beautiful and handsome!

Qiu Moyan (Hu Yinmeng) held the sword and pointed it at the throat of the woman in white.

"who are you?"

"It's just a poor woman you saved from Dongchang. You can call me Dong'er!"

Whoosh!
The sword picks up the white gauze and raises a corner.

Her thick black hair was coiled in a bamboo hat, her black eyebrows were even, and her face was like a silver plate.Hidden under the calm and gentle face is the profundity that shatters everything.

At the same time, with narrow double eyelids, clear eyes, vivid starry eyes, and the purity of a girl.

The face is delicate and full of indescribable forbearance and grievance, like the tenacity and waiting after life has gone through thousands of times.

She is not a serious beauty in the traditional sense, but she shows the most representative oriental charm!

Qiu Moyan looked straight at him, and casually inserted Qingfeng back in his hand.

"The world is so big, why did you choose the Longmen Inn?"

"A promise is made, and ten thousand mountains are hard to stop." Dong'er (Gong Li) smiled quietly and looked at Yuanyue, "From then on, there is only the front of the body, and there is no body behind."

The autumn wind blows the blue silk, and the bright moon reflects people's hearts.

"Who is he?"

Qiu Moyan inserted the flute with his backhand, shook the felt blanket casually, and covered the two sleeping idiots.

The flames reflected her pretty face, she threw a piece of firewood casually, walked to the side, and looked back at 'Qian Dong'er'.The aperture was out of focus, and it was on the two women, and the snoring of the two idiots behind them was loud.

"Husband." Dong'er replied with a smile, and then took the initiative to ask, "What about you?"

"..."

Qiu Moyan shook a blanket and spread it on the ground.

Dong'er sat next to Qiu Moyan, with a tenacious smile, "My husband used to run around. As a man, he always thinks that the world is in front of him. So, every time I tell myself, all the encounters in the world , are reunions after a long absence. I think this is why you have to go, right?"

"Zhou Huaian." Qiu Moyan repeated, "His name is Zhou Huaian."

Dong'er nodded.

The flames flickered gradually——

----

In the desert, the Longmen Inn stands between the sky and the earth.

A high-pitched and sentimental Northwest tune is heard from afar——

"Eat~ when you are full, come and sit on the kang~,

The girl in the desert loves brother Zhuang~
My little sister~ sister~ love brother strong... my little sister~ sister love brother strong...

Drink~ bowl of wine~ piss~
The man in the desert loves his younger sister~~~
My little one~ brother~ Aimeijiao^~"

In the background music, there was a lot of noise in the Longmen Inn, the sound of punching and drinking was endless, and the screen was full of barbaric atmosphere.

"Hey, hot meat buns!!" The man carried the buns through the crowd.

Amidst the noise, the door was pushed open, and a group of stragglers walked in surrounded by a fat soldier.

"Grandma, what a bear!" Bingtou kicked the passers-by who were blocking the way, and looked around at these passers-by.

The camera panned to the noisy indoor environment one by one, and some people in the chaotic crowd looked warily at the officers and soldiers.

"Master Wang, you are so late today~" A waiter hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and sieve the big bowl of wine—"

Wang Qianhu (Li Licheng) straightened her chest, grabbed the clerk by the neck in an arrogant and domineering manner, slammed it in front of her eyes, and glared, "Where is the lady boss??"

"The proprietress is upstairs discussing business with customers~"

Montage lens, gold inlaid with jade! @#￥%……&@#￥%…… In short, it’s very “eye-catching.” (I’m also helpless ╮(╯▽╰)╭!)

Lie on your side slightly, your shoulders shaking slightly!

Beads of sweat dripping from the neck~ The camera slowly slides down——

"What do you think of my place...?" The voice was magnetic and tactful, "A touch of green, I open a shop without selling myself..."

The camera pans to the man.

Beads of sweat were all over the face of an impatient man, and his eyes were fixed on Jin Xiangyu.

"You~ read the wrong person..."

Jin Xiangyu (Qiu Shuzhen) is the most gentle person who lowers her head, her chin turns slightly, soft and tactful, just like the sad and affectionate Qin'e described in the poems.

The upper body is wearing a long jacket with pipa sleeves and cross collar, and the lower part is a horse face skirt.The waist is graceful, and it is hard to hide the romance.

Montage cross shot, in the lobby——

Wang Qianhu poured down a large bowl of wine, which wetted his stubble and clothes on his chest, "Hurry up and call your lady boss down!"

"My lord, the proprietress really has business to discuss."

"I'm afraid we're meeting the little boy upstairs?" Someone took the initiative to make a joke, which caused a burst of laughter in an instant.

The camera montage turns to the upstairs room.

"If you say you want it, you can go, if you want it, then go, what place am I here?"

Under the close-up, the beads of sweat slowly fell, da, and broke into several petals——

The man's face is reflected in the water droplets.

In the bronze mirror next to it, you can see the face of gold inlaid jade flickering.

"Then do you want to go out, or do you want someone?"

"all I want!"

Downstairs, Wang Qianhu pushed the waiter away and walked towards the stairs, "During it!"

In the room, Jin Xiangyu turned over, and suddenly shot a few darts, which directly cut the neck of the man in front of him. She flicked her skirt and sat cross-legged.

"Hmph~ It costs 100 taels to send you out of the gate, and 400 taels to send you to the gate of hell... What do you want me to do with gold and jade?"

Boom!
There was a commotion in the upstairs room.

"Grandma, you can't really...? Get out of the way!"

Wang Qianhu was furious, and walked upstairs, the music suddenly became tense——

crunch~
Just as Wang Qianhu was about to climb the stairs, Jin Xiangyu walked down charmingly holding her skirt.

"Shopkeeper, it's over so soon??" Someone teased.

"Fuck! Do you still eat mutton? There is nowhere to fire, and you bachelors will be suffocated!" Jin Xiangyu cursed fiercely.

"Then I'll borrow @#￥%*&...%￥￥%...it's hot—" the soldier chattered.

"Clearance...! @#￥%...you%... size!"

Improperly speaking, the body is empty.

"I don't eat mutton, so I just eat you—"

The camera looks down and rotates, and at the same time, the camera is divided into two parts up and down, and the proprietress on the top is exquisite in all directions, flirting and charming, dealing with visitors from all directions.

The cook below (Wu Zhenyu) picked up the "a touch of green" that slid down the tunnel with a mess of words, and started! @#￥%...&!

The two shots are carried out at the same time, giving the audience a great contrast.

"Hehehe... eat you @#￥%"

"Eat mine, eat mine~"

Before the other woman had finished spending her time, the pungent gold inlaid jade smashed over the wine jar.

He also took off the arrest document from Wang Qianhu's body, looked at the portrait on it, and asked curiously: "Hey, who is this handsome boy~?"

"It's useless for a little boy, but a fat person like me is more chewy..."

Wang Qianhu smiled lasciviously, and said to the portrait on the arrest document: "This arrest document was sent to the border by Dongchang, and the person on it is Captain Zhou Huai'an of Qingche!"

"A green head is worth 500 taels?"

Jin Xiangyu rolled her eyes and shouted at the waiter, "Tell Diao Buyu in the kitchen to keep the pig's head when killing the pig!"

Just as they were laughing, the drum beat.

Four people opened the door and walked in.

The camera suddenly zoomed in, it was Qiu Moyan who was disguised as a man!

With a Tibetan blue front on its back, its eyes are like sharp arrows.

At this time, the erhu and drums played in rhythm, revealing a trace of temptation, which made people nervous involuntarily.

……

Under the cool wind and strong sun, there are thousands of blades in the hills and ravines.

Banners swept across, billowing smoke and dust.

Under the camera, the horse's legs kicked restlessly, panting heavily through the nose.

"Master!"

Ma Chang neighed, and a strong man got off his horse and knelt down, "Da Ming's peace talks officers and soldiers arrived at Yumen, and they will arrive at Longmen Inn in one day!"

Wala Grand Master Yexian (Deliger) is majestic and strong, with big arms and round waist, with a thick beard around his mouth.

He was wearing a brocade gown with wide, narrow sleeves and no slits, tied at the waist, with a knife and a scythe hanging from his waist.He wears high felt boots and a dark brown conical hat.

With the sword on his waist in his hand, he sat down on a fat and strong horse.

A goshawk circled back and landed on the arm of the eagle-bearer beside him, who whispered something.

Also squint first.

"Please bring Mr. Zhu up—"

hum~
The bullhorn sounded.

Wearing a clean cloth robe, the man with bearded temples approached with calm steps.

under the lens.

With a book rolled up in his slender hands and placed between his legs, his steps were slow but steady.

"Mr. Zhu?"

He also got off his horse and walked over, not in the slightest arrogance, but on the contrary seemed very equal, "The frontier is Daming's territory, I will fulfill my promise and let you go home! This is God's will! It is also between you and me. Gentleman's friend."

"Zhu has always thought that I was a cornucopia for the grand master to blackmail Daming to make money!" The man's voice was frank, but without the spirit of a scholar, it was plain and... realistic.

"Hahahaha~" also laughed first.

"Now that the Ming Dynasty has changed, I really hope that Mr. Zhu can go back and have a good result! Hope, you and my two races will be united forever, and it will be repaired from generation to generation!" He also looked directly.

The camera slowly lifts up to reveal the face.

Zhu Qizhen (Wu Xiaozu) was dressed in sackcloth, with the manuscript rolled up in his hands and gently placed beside him, looking up at the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in front of him.

His eyes were like torches, and the madness and ambition after the dying struggle were hidden in his eyes.

"Master, Zhu only wants to survive..." Zhu Qizhen said in a calm tone.

"No hurry~" He also smiled first.

The wind blew the sand and dust across the entire land. The two stood on the high hill and looked at the Gobi Desert.

Different thoughts!
　Ahem, I feel that no one is forcing Wu Gouzi to be more suitable to play Zhu Qizhen~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)