Airborne in the daughter country, the baby will be born at the beginning

Chapter 22 Two Pieces [Maple Flower Fan]

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[Ping Yongguo]'s spring day looks like yesterday.

Holding a ball of dark red blood in his hand, the girl's limbs were rippling in the scorching sun.

"Tick tock..."

Someone raised his head to the sky looking for an answer, and dirty water was splashed on that blurred face.

It looks like the body has stink, and flies and maggots like it very much.

"vomit…"

Pedestrians passing by kept making nauseating noises.

They are leaving [Baijiazhai] at a faster pace.

The white sunshine sprinkled with a fishy smell, it seems that only the real [rancidity] can explain [it].

Wang Xuan looked up and saw that the handle of the card was being shaken very [dazzling].

Just hearing a "bang", a fast-falling wooden board instantly shattered to the ground.

Stretching out his fingers, eyes through the slit, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Whether that smile is full of [guilt], he doesn't care.

"[Baijiazhai] is jointly established by [Pingyong State] and [Southern Song Dynasty]..."

"The level is equivalent to [Southern Song Dynasty embassy]."

Wang Xuan looked at the simple and rough introduction on the system.

This tall [teahouse] will soon be [destroyed] in his hands.

He said softly, "Smash it." So what?

Knees squatting on the ground, none of the ministers and attendants who followed along the way would dare to kneel down.

The [girl] who had just been released by the hemp rope in front of him died.

He held back his tears and cried out choked up.

"Little pear..."

"Little pear..."

It seems to be adding a redundant [emotional] confession to an old friend.

"How did you die..."

He really wanted to ask her, but he saw the [scars] left by those [dead].

His heart hurts.

The scarlet side face should have suffered a lot of [mouth], and there were corresponding [knife cuts] on the thighs, arms and lower abdomen.

The whole person's face is almost unrecognizable, but Wang Xuan's [system] is repeatedly confirming.

[Little Pear]
"Little pear..."

The corpse still had long hair stained with wine, and the red robe looked like a person who never looked back that day.

However, now it really lies in front of my eyes.

"She died..."

Thinking of this, Wang Xuan felt dazed and his head was shaking.

He hugged her and walked into the carriage.

Outside the city, there was another [visible] grave, he touched the gravel that had just been turned over.

I don’t know who the next person to live here [Eternal Sleep] is…

"Send someone to burn [Baijiazhai], okay?"

Sitting on the sedan chair, Wang Xuan said to Wang Shiyu with his face sideways.

"no…"

"I knew it…"

"Didn't you say she would be [glory and rich] [overbearing]?"

"Now that I'm dead, can I go to the underworld [to enjoy blessings]?"

His eyes were red, while Wang Shiyu turned his head and took a breath.

"When she dies, you can arrest [the fugitive], but [Baijiazhai] cannot be destroyed..."

"it is good!"

"Then if the fugitive is not from [Pingyong Country], where can I find him?"

Wang Shiyu looked at him and asked back.

"Do you know who killed her?"

"[Third Treasurer]..."

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"No, it's because no one dares to touch her except that guy..."

Wang Xuan began to tell Wang Shiyu about the first time he passed by [Baijiazhai].

"turn out to be…"

"But why didn't you say so sooner?"

She wrinkled her face, with Wang Xuan's depressed expression.

"You didn't ask, and it's early in the morning, just ask me to take her back..."

"Seeing that you have released [Bai Dashuai] in a hurry, what can I do?"

Wang Shiyu grinned after hearing this, and turned to look at Wang Xuan again.

"They are all [from the Southern Song Dynasty], and I'm afraid they have already returned to China at this time today..."

"Then what?!"

Wang Xuan frowned, obviously unhappy.

She pulled the [carriage tent] and adjusted it, pointing slightly at the coachman.

Tell her to hurry up.

He leaned on the handle of the carriage, trembling.

The attendants who followed the car paid attention for a while, and left a street behind.

When Wang Xuan turned his head again, the two had already returned to the [Main Hall] of the [Imperial Palace].

Wang Shiyu didn't hurry up, she naturally had a [method] when she returned to the [bedroom].

"I just don't know if you're willing to take the risk..."

"Of course I would!"

She stared at him [nodding], then sat on the wooden bench again with a dignified expression.

"If you really want to take revenge, you might as well meet [King Ningzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuo] in person."

When Wang Xuan heard this, his eyes froze.

"Zhao Kuo?"

"Of course, no matter how big [Bai Dashuai]'s official position is, they can't suppress them [the emperor]..."

"[Southern Song Dynasty], you go and sue [the murder certificate]..."

"It's still the same sentence, no matter how small Pingyong country is, it's still a [country]..."

"It is [illegal...] ​​for a foreign trade team to intentionally [kill someone] no matter where they are."

"If [Zhao Kuo] is unreasonable over there, he has lost his trust in [countries] and has no morals to establish [kings]."

"Then what if he [protects the calf]?"

Wang Shiyu smiled after listening.

"Don't worry about this, I'll go with you, when the time comes [Slick Tongue], he will definitely have nothing to do..."

Wang Xuan listened silently and raised his eyebrows to express his disbelief.

"just you?"

"What? Can't I?"

She stood up and sat down again, "You're not just arguing..."

Wang Shiyu had a scornful tone, but he was still indifferent.

"You really want to go to [Southern Song Dynasty]?"

She shook her head, very puzzled.

"I made a decision before, and you never recognized it."

"Whenever you come across the slightest bit of [national interest] or [big personalities] you run away from them."

"But why are you [extremely willing] [to take risks] like [Southern Song Dynasty]?"

Wang Shiyu nodded her head silently, her face lowered slightly, and she became much quieter.

She gradually clarified the reasons, and the [stubbornness] at the corner of her mouth was also very [stubborn].

"Maybe it's just because she's a [woman]..."

"Yes! It should be a woman's concern for another woman..."

She touched her chest and said, it's a pity, she touched her chest and put her hand down.

When Wang Xuan walked up to her, he said, "You are a man."

She looked up at him faintly, tears streaming down her face.

"Wang Shiyu..."

"A person is special only by calling his own [name]."

Wang Xuan sighed, and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears that fell down her eye sockets.

He didn't have to, but couldn't help but blame him for being an amorous [man].

It seems that he has always been [as always], he will be sad when he sees [grass and trees are sparse], he will be painful when he sees [blood in exile], and he can't wait to be depressed because of an [ant].

He couldn't even see [the woman] crying.

"You know, you're a man..."

He repeated it over and over again, as if admonishing her, but also admonishing himself.

Come to [quest] in [here].

"Let's leave tomorrow, let's bring some [meeting ceremony], otherwise [really angry] I'm afraid it will damage the image..."

Wang Shiyu took the handkerchief and wiped it, "That's natural..."

she walks out.

Wang Xuan blew [whistle] towards the sky, and a small [white pigeon] flew into his arms.

"Slightly..."

It licked Wang Xuan's palm, and a bundle of [Secret Report] was tied on its calf.

"Little guy, you have to deliver it to me well..."

Wang Xuan held it with both hands and waved it, and the white pigeon flew away immediately.

He lowered his head, quickly rubbed his palms again, and kept muttering "bird flu..."

[Ancient spring], the birds are boundless, and the north is really pleasant.

While looking at the white dove that kept breaking through the sky, a light flashed quickly in his mind.

It is rare that Wang Xuan has free time, and Wang Xuan can sit in the [bedroom] and admire everything [people] bought for him.

The woman who hastily marched into the [bedroom] compound and bent over to pick flowers frowned.

"The [flowers] here can't be picked..."

I saw that the woman didn't pay attention to it at all, and stretched out her hand to reach another one.

"not bad…"

When he turned his head, he looked at Wang Xuan with a puzzled face.

"Second sister..."

Wang Shimei was dumbfounded, and pretended to be a carefree person.

He also froze, regained his composure, and blinked obviously a little slow.

I've never seen her in dark green [robe].

A big woman was holding a bunch of flower baskets in her hands, shaking her head like a little girl.

"What are you doing?"

She stroked the dirt on her skirt, "I said I have nothing to do, so I'll make a [Flower Soup Cake]."

"I heard that it has the effect of [beauty] [skin care]..."

Wang Xuan shrugged, dragged her up, and dragged her into the bedroom.

She sized her up and sat down, watching him immediately take out a box of [Bi Luo Chun].

"what is this?"

[tea]
"Hey, I know..."

"It's the same [thing] as [Longjing], right..."

Wang Xuan smiled and quickly shook a cup for her.

"Try..."

She picked it up and began to sip it.

"Nice..."

"It's different from [Longjing]..."

She drank it and said, "The aroma is faint, but I like it..."

On Wang Xuan's forehead, the lucky value [+20], he handed the tea to Wang Shimei's hand.

"Tomorrow, I will go to [Southern Song Dynasty]..."

"Oh? Is it possible to come back and do a [military deployment] like last time?"

He laughed and gasped, "Of course not..."

"You came just in time. Just now, I was going to find you."

"Looking for me? Why are you looking for me?..."

Wang Xuan continued to pour tea for her, speaking unhurriedly.

"Naturally, it is responsible for the subsequent internal affairs of [Ping Yong Country]..."

"Me? Are you going to go for a long time again this time?"

Holding the teacup, she looked down at [Biluochun] on the outside of her hand.

Pick it up slowly and begin to weigh it carefully.

"Um…"

"I don't know how long it will be, maybe a day or two soon, or maybe a long time..."

After hearing this, she couldn't help but chuckle, then shook her head and pushed [Bi Luochun] away.

"Okay, it seems that elder sister, you have made another plan..."

"I've heard it a long time ago. It's rumored that the [actor] was beaten up in [Baijiazhai] a few days ago, and he vomited blood from his mouth."

"It is said that the person who rescued her was wearing a [mask] and no one could see clearly, but those who saw the face all said that it was a [not small] person..."

"So far the government has not caught..."

"It's rare for everyone to be surprised..."

"Today you knelt on the ground and petitioned for a generous burial for her [from the Southern Song Dynasty]. Isn't this action obvious to all?"

Wang Shimei stood up, and without waiting for Wang Xuan to speak, she said another sentence.

"Since I [eldest sister] has the world in mind, I really should go to [Southern Song Dynasty] to have a good time."

"The last time, it was five years ago..."

"How long is it?"

She turned her back to Wang Xuan and went outside, carrying the basket.

"Mother once said:"

"To be a man is to be kind, but to be a woman is to be [ruthless], especially [to fight for power]."

"Sometimes you can [self-protect] by doing things neatly..." Wang Xuan stood still, seeing the cradle in her hand falling down the shower, and then walked forward.

Bending down to pick up a red branch, she took it with a smile and said, "Now I've accepted the big sister's [Biluochun] as a gift. When you come back, I'm afraid the [flower] on my cover will have withered long ago..."

"This time, I'm not in the mood to eat anymore..."

"I hope you are doing well. I will keep this year's [Flower Soup Cake], and I want to see when I can have a bite..."

She grinned and let out a breath unconsciously.

Wang Xuan stood still, "No one in [Southern Song Dynasty] knew the name [His Royal Highness]..."

He nodded, trying to put on an indifferent expression.

[Zhao Kuo: The fourth emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, advocated resistance to Jin...]
Touching the [twelfth-century drawings], Wang Xuan in the evening was still thinking about the [achievements] of Mr. [Fan Chengda].

During the day, I was [worried] by [Wang Shiai]'s few words, why not look at the drawings to ease my emotions.

Wang Shiyu sat on one side and watched "Three Kingdoms".

Not long after she put down the book, the oil lamp shone painfully on her eye sockets.

She swung her neck, walked around to her eyes, and worked together as a staff officer.

With his finger on [Pacific Ocean]'s left side, he opened his mouth wide and let out a "wow".

As if she wanted to eat it, she raised her glass and took a sip of water, looking at Wang Xuan.

With a slight push, another porcelain cup was handed to him.

The fingers continued to touch the [Thousands of Hills and Valleys] on that [painting].

"There are so many talented people in the Southern Song Dynasty..."

"It's a pity that none of them are us [people from Pingyong country]."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"If you leave it to me, you will never [overqualify]..."

Wang Xuan pouted, "Men's [scientific theory] is stronger than [women's]..."

Having said that, she blushed and shouted, "Fart."

"[Farting] doesn't mean he's messing around, it's [science] that's [something] she's never heard of."

It's no wonder that Wang Xuan thought about it. It was not bad to have a [catapult] that was rare in the Song Dynasty.

Speaking of [science] is quite unfamiliar, perhaps because of the solidification of [Confucianism]?

"Have we [Pingyong Country] ever had Taoist priests?"

She shook her head, never heard of it.

"Then [Confucianism] always knows..."

"not understand…"

Wang Shiyu vaguely said that he had never met anyone [passing the scriptures and delivering the Tao], and he had never even heard of [the name] of [Confucianism].

"[Ping Yong Country] has always been isolated from the world..."

"We can eat, we can train soldiers, and we can fight, okay?"

Wang Xuan completely understood.

Regardless of the era I traveled through [feudal society], it turns out that this [small town] in my hometown is still living in [recalcitrant survival under the production relations of the slave society].

"I'm..."

"No wonder it's not even recorded in the [history books]..."

Wang Xuan complained and turned around, not knowing when [World Time] would destroy [Pingyong Country].

Wang Shiyu bent down and stared at the [drawing], and kept asking: "What is the [Grand Duchy of Moscow]?"

Wang Xuan was taken aback for a moment, the corner of his mouth raised.

"Russia…"

He flicked it lightly, and his eyes suddenly fell into [chaos].

An excellent [means] seemed to come to mind.

(End of this chapter)