Houmen maidservant, she doesn't want to be in power

Recently, for some reason, a legend has sprung up on the grassland.

Rumor has it that the Wenren prince stationed in Luocheng likes to plunder women of all colors and give them to Qu Wenbing as beauty lanterns.

These women have all kinds of identities, not only the top of the brothel, but also the good girl of the farm family, and even the daughter of the rich family, even the princess of the grassland.

These rumors are really too unbelievable, and they are told clearly, that is, even the age of those girls and where they live are clearly and accurately stated.

Not only this, Qiang Rong people always heard a song that came with the wind when they herded horses and sheep. ~Jiaoyun yarn, heart and blood, gold and emerald threads weaving tinsel like clouds; Yiyang grass, Ling cliffs, carefree and free, who cares about farmers' leisure; beauty lanterns hanging on the wall, how to care about him, loved ones weeping blood, azaleas weeping flowers?"

The singing voice is distant and sad, every word and sentence, like weeping tears and drinking hatred, swaying with the wind and having no support, but it hits the heart directly.

After Ye Sanniang finished singing again, she leaned against Shi Mo as if she had no bones, but her words were extraordinarily sassy, ​​"What's the matter? Are you singing well?"

Shi Mo handed her a water bag, and leaned to the side, "If a man and a woman don't know each other, don't stick it."

What he said made Ye Sanniang unable to straighten up.

Her eyes were crescent-shaped with a smile, "What's the matter, young master is still shy?"

"I said before, I'm not a son. You don't have to take my kindness for saving you to heart." Shi Mo was so irritable that he grabbed a grass and put it in his mouth, and lay down on the grass knoll go.

"I didn't care whether you were a son or not." Ye Sanniang leaned closer to Shi Mo again, looking down at him from top to bottom, "The daughters of Luocheng's family are much more open than those of Haojing. Could it be, Mo'er, You still want me to take the initiative? It's not that..."

She muttered to herself, but Shi Mo pushed her head away.He was quite helpless, "When I rescued you back then, you looked cute, why are you so used to it?"

"Then Mo'er, do you like delicate and soft birds?" Sanniang's eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and even her voice became softer.

"..." Shi Mo was silent for a moment, "You'd better sing."

Ye Sanniang had no choice but to wait for Ai Ai to look at him again, and began to sing again, but the voice was more mournful and mournful, until Shi Mo got goose bumps all over her body.
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After the rumor of this song reached the ears of Durle Khan Wan Anshu, almost all the three-year-old children in Qiang Rong could sing this song.

Wan Anshu's three-tiered chin trembled slightly, and he heard the people around him say, "Now it's spread all over the grassland. Wenren Xinchuan personally picked a group of beauties and sent them to Dazhou. Among them is Princess Mingyue..."

The man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he stayed at the end, he only took a look at An Shu, and didn't dare to say another word.

Wan Anshu's three-tiered chin trembled even more, his eyes were about to burst into flames, but he still tried his best to suppress the rising anger, "Wait and see, maybe someone secretly instigated it. ..."

However, before the words fell, another voice rang out from outside the tent, "Father Khan, someone saw Mingyue's head being made into a lantern and hung on Dazhou..."

Before Wan Tianying finished speaking, he heard a loud thud, and Wan Anshu threw his whole body on the carpet.

Holes were dug out of the magnificent felt carpet, and Wan Anshu's face twisted a little bit, "I've heard people believe it! I'll make you pay the price!"

Duerle wants to dominate the family on the grassland, so he can only seek justice from Wenren Xinchuan.

The truth of the facts is not important, what is important is that Duerle needs to prove his strength to the Eight Great Royal Courts.And Duerle currently does not have the strength to compete with Da Zhou.

Then the blame can only be borne by Wenren Xinchuan...

Wan Anshu's sad and calculating face showed some shrewdness, and he asked Wan Tianying below, "How is Mr. Kang preparing now?"

"Mr. Kang has united with the Nadar and Wuli departments. The meaning of Tie Cen'er in Yunzhong is unclear now. I'm afraid he wants to be that oriole who profited from it again." Wan Tianying sneered, trying to help Wan'an up Forgive the huge figure, but was dragged and fell back to the ground.

Wan Anshu just sat on the ground and couldn't get up.He narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of a petite figure.

"Forget it, it's a surprise to have Nadal join. As for Yunzhong, it has always been something that can't be put on the table. If it weren't for this king who is too lazy to argue with a woman, sooner or later the Yunzhong tribe will be flattened."

Wan Tianying lowered his eyes and did not speak, but the calculation in his heart became more and more clear.
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After Shi Jin was placed in Dam Co, Yan Zichuan sent a letter to Luo Cheng.

After Qi Mojing received the letter from Yan Zichuan, some inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

The thought that Shi Jin was still alive supported him to persevere alone, but there was always a vague fear tugging at his heart.

if……

He put the letter upside down on the table, got up and walked to the window of the main room.

The fresh green shines through the screen window, reflecting a pale light and shadow.Under the shallow light, there are flies chasing dust, and the edges of their wings are dotted with golden spots due to the sunlight.Even the tiny life reveals vigorous vitality.

His fingertips were terribly cold, and his complexion remained the same as before, indifferent and cold. Only he himself knew that under the seemingly calm chest was a heartbeat that gradually accelerated to the point that it was almost out of control.

Qi Mojing's mind was blank, the blood around his lips was gone, and his ears were buzzing.If it weren't for his strong self-control, he would almost be unable to stand still.

His eyes turned to the letter on the table again, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a tight straight line. He didn't dare to walk over the letter even though it was close at hand.

Suddenly he raised his voice, with some sharpness in his voice, "Shi Mo!"

The sound of swift and light footsteps came, accompanied by the creaking of the door, and Shi Mo's unique clear voice came over, "Master?"

Half of Qi Mojing's body was shrouded in shadow, only his chin with blue stubble and half of his lips were exposed.

That lock of white hair was especially quiet in the half-light and half-darkness.

His voice was extremely dry and hoarse, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but he managed to say, "Damu sent a letter by mistake."

Shi Mo immediately understood what Second Master meant.

He suppressed his slightly worried thoughts, and tried his best to speak calmly, "What's the matter?"

Qi Mojing didn't answer the question.

He reached out to catch the sunlight, and his bony palms fell into the dusty light, "...haven't dared to look yet."

He admitted that his daring, his cowardice, his shrinking, and all his daring to face all came from that illusory answer.

Shi Mo was startled, and reached for the letter.

Suddenly, Qi Mojing's hand also fell over.

The two held a corner in each hand, and the thin paper was tense in an instant, almost broken.